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At the eerie bottom of the lake, the glow of the Nightstone gradually dimmed. An image of a young girl on the iron coffin seemed all too lifelike.

This made the atmosphere even more bizarre and terrifying.

Demitrija, along with the Barren Tomb Guard, swam forward to inspect.

There were no more threats.

The iron coffin stood erect at the bottom of the lake, its base connected with four metal chains.

The chains secured the coffin to the boulders around it.

To take the coffin out, the chains had to be broken.

Red Duke had really gone to great lengths to prevent this coffin from being taken away.

Leaving aside the forces he placed outside,

the depth of the lake alone was enough to prevent most living creatures from approaching the iron coffin.

The intelligent races of Crescent Heights were mostly humans and orcs.

Even heroes would have a hard time reaching such a depth and trying to salvage the heavy iron coffin with their physical strength.

Unfortunately, Red Duke underestimated one thing.

He did not take into account the appearance of the transmigrators and Fang Hao’s undead faction.

Even without Demitrija’s involvement,

it was only a matter of time before Fang Hao could salvage the iron coffin from the depth of the lake.

Demitrija tugged at the heavy metal chains,

unsheathing the long blade at his waist and swung at the chains.

Clang, clang, clang!!

The four chains snapped as ordered, and the surface of the lake was disturbed by the resulting waves.

Soon enough,

Demitrija came back up to the surface.

“How was it?” Blood Hunter, who had moved forward, asked.

“Prepare the ropes down there.”

Ropes were thrown into the lake one after another.

Demitrija picked up one end and sunk back into the lake.

He tied up the iron coffin and the bodies of the four enormous fishes with the ropes.

On the lakeshore,

Dozens of ropes penetrated the surface of the lake, with skeleton warriors waiting for the final signal.

When Blood Hunter saw the signal conveyed by the ropes, he ordered the ropes to be pulled.

Under the combined efforts of thousands of skeleton warriors, the heavy, two- meter-high iron coffin was gradually hauled out of the water.

They dragged it to the lakeshore,

leaving a trail of wet mud.

Demitrija quickly followed it out of the lake/>

He glanced at the scene and ordered, “Fall in, return to camp.”

The skeletons lifted the iron coffin and the four huge fish, and the army began to retreat the same way they came.

On the way, the corpses of the dead bats were collected,

and all the corpses and valuable items in the looted castles were taken away.

The army left the mist and returned directly to the camp.

At 6 pm,

Fang Hao and Anjia returned to the main city.

They had spent the entire day in the Frostwind Mountains, creating production tools for the various mines.

Fortunately, they had Bone Dragon to serve as their mount, otherwise, it would have been difficult to complete the journey across the treacherous mountain terrain even in five full days.

Upon returning to the city lord’s hall, the maid served fruit wine.

Sitting in the chair, he let out a deep breath.

But as soon as he had sat down, Little You quietly stepped into the city lord’s mansion.

She slightly bent her legs, lifted her long skirt, and curtsied slightly, “My Lord.”

Two days ago, when Fang Hao got the Absolution Curve Sword, he went to give it to Little You but found that she was not in her room.

So, he left the curved sword on the tea table in her living room.

It seemed that she had come back and found the curved sword.

As expected, the Disaster Song-Hilda (Green Tier 4 Hero).

Little You’s rank had indeed risen from Level 2 to Tier 4.

For other heroes, leveling up is quite difficult, but for Little You, it’s as simple as drinking water.

As long as she acquires a weapon from the Absolution series, she can level up.

This method of leveling up, however, seems somewhat unscientific.

“Hmm, I didn’t see you the day before yesterday,” Fang Hao asked with a smile.

Little You rarely leaves her room on usual days.

Fang Hao always thought she was hiding in her room and didn’t want to come out.

It wasn’t until the day before yesterday that he found out that Little You was actually not at home.

“My Lord, I had gone to a few orc villages in the north. It was nice there, and I made a few friends,” Little You sat down and answered nonchalantly.

Little You’s image has become very close to that of a living creature.

A pretty girl, especially in her manners and behavior, she resembles an elegant noblewoman.

Her property is, however, still marked as undead.

It seems her recent trips to the orc villages have been successful.

She even made a few friends.

Although the undead lack emotions, her willingness to make friends and interact with others is not a bad thing in Fang Hao’s eyes.

Especially since Fang Hao had previously advised her to go out more and not to stay cooped up in her room all day.

After thinking for a while, Fang Hao continued: “Since you’re willing to interact with humans, I’ll assign you a task.”

“Sure,” Little You’s eyes lit up.

In the past few operations, Little You had taken the initiative to find Fang Hao.

She had asked why he didn’t assign tasks to her.

Now that Fang Hao was taking the initiative to assign her a task, she was delighted.

“Pruell City in the west is now a subordinate city of our territory, and I’ve appointed the cloth merchant Tavek as the City Lord. I’m worried the Blood Clan will seek revenge on him. You go and protect him for a few days,” Fang Hao briefly explained the situation.

This territory isn’t afraid of retaliation from the Blood Clan.

Apart from the butterflies in the backyard garden, not even a bird can fly into the territory.

It’s like a no-fly zone.

The primary target for revenge would be Tavek.

The Blood Clan’s invasion had put Demitrija under pressure, which might provoke them to harm Tavek.

“My Lord, I don’t know this City Lord Tavek,” Little You frowned in response.

Little You’s facial expressions now have no difference from humans.

“I’ll write a letter for you. You take it to the City Lord’s mansion, and Tavek will come to see you,” Fang Hao thought for a while, but it seemed he was not very proficient in the script of this world.

He changed his words: “Take the letter and an object. He will confirm your identity.”

“Okay, my Lord, I will ensure the safety of the City Lord,” she replied.

A maid brought a blank sheet of paper.

Fang Hao dictated the letter and Little You penned it down.

He returned to his study and took out the gold-tipped quill that Tavek had given him before.

He handed both the letter and the quill to Little You, “You can leave tomorrow morning. I’m just worried about the Blood Clan’s revenge.”

It was getting late now, and according to the customs of Pruell City, it seemed it would be time to close the city gates.

“Understood, my Lord,” Little You bowed slightly and then left directly.

Little You left.

Eira served a sumptuous dinner.

Smelling the savory aroma, Anjia and Lorrey ran in and sat down waiting for dinner.

Previously, Lorrey used to eat with the maids.

But since last time when he had dinner at the Lord’s mansion, he starts coming over whenever there’s a chance.

He doesn’t talk, just sits quietly aside, waiting for the meal.

Today’s dinner was still very rich, including steak, vegetable soup, and a new dish developed by Eira.

It was called Baked Shrimp in Sheep Milk, which seemed easy to make and tasted quite good.

Everyone started to enjoy their dinner.

Halfway through the meal.

Whoo!!

The Book of Lords emitted the sound of a blowing conch.

Fang Hao immediately opened the storage space of the Book of Lords, and sure enough, the Sound-transmitting Shell had sent back a message.

When he was heading towards the Cold Wind mountain range, he was worried that he would not receive Demitrija’s message and put the Sound-transmitting Shell into the storage space.

He would check it from time to time.

Unexpectedly, the Book of Lords was able to release the notification sound of the Sound-transmitting Shell.

He took out the Sound-transmitting Shell, put it to his ear, and heard Demitrija’s voice.

“My Lord, we attacked Crescent Heights today. We killed 5 of the Blood Clan and hundreds of hemotropes, rescuing nearly two thousand villagers. As planned, we dredged up an iron coffin from Lake Tanho and have arranged for a Bone Dragon to send it back to your territory.”

After hearing Demitrija’s message.

Fang Hao was delighted, slapping his thigh, “Good!”