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Whether it’s the ones he had come into contact with, or the stories he heard from others.

The profession of a mercenary was quite similar to that of bandits.

Especially the last time, when he escorted the ‘Tavek’s caravan’, the Iron- blood Mercenary Corps had even betrayed their employer to the bandits.

They had struck a deal with Gray Bear, who was still a bandit at the time.

Planning to collude from inside and out to rob the caravan, and then share the spoils.

Luckily, Fang Hao discovered the plot in advance last time, otherwise the entire caravan would have been in danger.

So, at heart, Fang Hao didn’t like the profession of a mercenary.

“Are tasks only given to the mercenary corps?” Fang Hao asked again.

The tavern keeper revealed a smile, realizing that Fang Hao was from out of town.

He explained, “That should be the case. An area near the city’s east gate is specifically designated for assigning tasks to the mercenaries. You can check it out when you’re there.”

The east gate!

Lyss City was much larger than Pruell City.

Moreover, every time Fang Hao arrived, he would enter from the north gate. He had never been to the east gate.

“In the future, will there still be adventure bounties in the taverns?” Fang Hao continued his inquiries.

“I’m not quite sure about that. That will depend on what the City Lord’s mansion says. I don’t know the specifics either since all I got was hearsay from the customers,” the innkeeper replied with an awkward smile.

“Alright, thank you, innkeeper,” Fang Hao thanked with a smile.

Being an innkeeper, he was always quite hospitable to the patrons.

To attract regular customers, he would occasionally share some inside news.

However, incessant talkers like Winnie were a minority.

Soon, the food and drinks were served.

The two of them stopped talking and started eating.

The sky became increasingly darker.

At that time, the tavern door was pushed open, and a staggering figure walked in.

Fang Hao recognized him. It was Old Hodge, who had bragged about his encounter with a vampire.

However, his left eye still had a blue bruise on it. It seemed like he had been involved in a fight.

Old Hodge glanced around the tavern, his gaze finally resting on Fang Hao and the beast-eared girl.

He hiccuped due to the alcohol, and staggered over, “Young man, how about buying me a drink?”

He was direct, without any formalities.

Although Old Hodge’s stories were rather exaggerated, the blueprint he gave

Fang Hao as proof made it clear that he did indeed have a fight with a vampire.

However, Fang Hao suspected that Old Hodge was probably a part of the logistic team or a blacksmith, rather than a frontline fighter.

This could explain why the location of his wounds constantly changed with each telling of the story.

It was likely that the wounds he talked about were actually suffered by the frontline members, and he was borrowing them to show off.

Regardless, the blueprint from Old Hodge did prove to be somewhat useful in the battle of Crescent Heights.

Therefore, Fang Hao didn’t mind expressing his gratitude to this drunkard.

“Of course, how many drinks are you planning to have?” asked Fang Hao, with a slight smile.

Old Hodge’s eyes brightened up. He hadn’t expected that Fang Hao would ask how many drinks he wanted.

“Ten drinks, what do you say?” Old Hodge looked at Fang Hao anxiously, fearing that he might have been too greedy and scare his benefactor away.

“Alright, bring him ten drinks. And some more appetizers,” Fang Hao agreed readily.

Old Hodge was thrilled, he grinned, revealing his two missing yellow teeth, and praised Fang Hao for his potential.

The tavern keeper shook his head, resignedly preparing the beer for Old Hodge.

Being targeted by Old Hodge wasn’t exactly a pleasant thing.

“Did you get into a fight with someone? How did your eye get a bruise?” Fang asked casually.

“What, a fight? I just tripped and fell a couple of days ago when I was drunk. I am not afraid of the Blood Clan, so why would I be afraid of that woman?” Old Hodge defended himself.

“A woman?” Fang Hao looked puzzled.

Was he beaten up by a woman?

“No, no, I tripped over a woman and fell down,” Old Hodge quickly explained.

“Oh, then you should drink less. That’s quite a fall that you had,” Fang Hao did not expose him.

Of course, he also suspected that the bruise was probably given to him by Gray Bear.

Although Gray Bear had claimed that he got the blueprint in exchange for treating Old Hodge to twenty glasses of alcohol.

However, pounding him and snatching the blueprint was more consistent with Gray Bear’s character.

“So, young man, what story would you like to hear from me today? I have a wealth of experience, which you young people couldn’t possibly attain,” Old Hodge loudly boasted.

He treated Fang Hao like his admirer.

“Anything, any story will do,” said Fang Hao.

Bang!

Old Hodge slammed his cup on the table, stood up, and began to recount his story of dealing with the Blood Clan. His emotions were high, and his words were impassioned.

He even portrayed himself as brave and fearless.

As he walked out of the tavern, the night was deep and dark.

Fang Hao looked at his watch, it was already 9 pm.

Old Hodge still had three glasses of beer left and was still in the tavern, gesticulating wildly as he recounted his encounter with the Blood Clan.

He walked straight back to his place.

The house was brightly lit, and Winnie had already arranged for the maids to clean up the rooms for Fang Hao and Anjia.

The original bedding had been replaced with new ones.

Fang Hao left a few words with Anjia, and then went straight to his room.

if o’clock at night.

Fang Hao opened his backpack and took out the Skeleton Sparrow inside.

He cast God’s Presence and transferred his consciousness into the Skeleton Sparrow. He flew out the open window and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

From Lai Gou, Fang Hao learned the locations of the three faceless men.

The first location was a manor on the outskirts of the city to the west.

According to Lai Gou’s description, the owner of this manor was one of the faceless men, and inside the manor, there was a secret passage that led to the hiding place for the faceless men and a place for interrogating the victims.

The manor wasn’t too big, but it was elegantly constructed.

He could faintly see people on guard, and lookouts hiding in the shadows.

Fang Hao flew around the manor and slipped in through an open grid window.

The inside of the building was dimly lit.

He could barely hear the sound of respiration from various rooms.

Fang Hao continued his search and soon found the hidden passage.

Following it down, he arrived at an underground chamber.

This place was a stark contrast to the luxurious manor above.

It was dark and damp, with a faint hint of blood in the air.

Fang Hao inspected the cells in the secret chamber and saw a man hanging in one of them.

The man had been tortured and was hanging there like a corpse.

Only the faint rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still alive.

So this was another person who had been interrogated. However, this golden-haired man didn’t seem to be a transmigrator.

Cough,cough!

Just when Fang Hao was about to leave, the unconscious man began to cough violently and slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the Skeleton Sparrow perched on the iron bar, staring right at him.

The man’s body jerked violently, causing the chains to clatter.

However, he adapted quite fast.

He calmed down quickly.

“I must be dead,” the man murmured weakly.

“You’re not dead, but you’re close,” the Skeleton Sparrow spoke.