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Immediately afterwards, Fang Hao established the ‘Tower of the Fallen’ in Fu Lei’s territory.

This would extend his casting range of God’s Presence to the south.

After finishing all the constructions and reminding Fu Lei not to leak any information about him to others, Fang Hao left on a giant lizard with Anjia.

The incorporation of Fu Lei’s territory would add a new dish to the menu of the territory.

Back in Pruell City, Fang Hao headed straight to the shop.

The hot pot restaurant was filled with heat, the temperature was quite high.

Each table of diners were sweating while eating hot pot, which led to a high consumption of drinks.

“Master,” Little White greeted him cheerfully.

“How was the business today?” Fang Hao asked with a smile.

He could tell that the business was pretty good. Although there were less customers in the morning, the number gradually increased in the afternoon.

“There’s more and more customers. The rich people in the city treat hot pot as their staple food and come here every day,” Little White said excitedly.

“You’re doing great, here are some rewards for you,” Fang Hao took out three bottles of the Enlightening Potion and handed them to Little White.

“I only have three here. You guys divide it. Whoever doesn’t get one, I’ll give it to you next time.”

The shop had six bunny maids and Little White.

Besides serving, the bunny maids were also responsible for preparing side dishes and cleaning utensils.

But he only had four bottles in his hand, one of which he planned to give to Petty, the Pigmen Clan Leader, as a reward for integrating the Orc Clan last time.

“Okay, thank you, Master,” Little White delightfully accepted the potion, planning to use it after the shop closed.

“Oh, Little White, I thought of a theme event, what do you think?”

“What kind of theme event?”

“An ocean-themed event. Since the rich people here are willing to come, we’ll introduce a seafood pot, paired with naval uniforms, it’s bound to attract quite a few people.”

“Ah? Would that work?” Little White wasn’t sure.

No one, not even Little White or anybody in Pruell City, had ever seen the ocean. A seafood pot can be provided, but she had never heard or seen what a naval uniform looked like.

“Arrange a time for the event, we’ll roll out some combo meals,” said Fang Hao, recalling the marketing strategy he’d use for his restaurant before, and sharing it with Little White.

Little White listened for a while before nodding.

“Okay, Master, I’ll arrange it and we’ll launch the event within the next two days.”

“Good, you guys have worked hard. I’ll have someone bring the new clothes to you tomorrow.”

“It’s not hard at all,” Little White said, her face full of smiles.

Leaving the shop, Fang Hao went to the pub again.

Seeing no maps or blueprints, he didn’t stay long.

As dusk approached, the two returned to the territory.

Fang Hao established a territory channel using the Book of Lords.

Fang Hao, Zhang Bin, Fu Lei—they all appeared in the channel.

“Zhang Bin, this is a new member, Fu Lei.”

“Hey! Boss, is this a new channel? There’s no limit, Fu Lei, I’m Zhang Bin, nice to meet you.” Zhang Bin was in sales before, his EQ.and eloquence were quite high.

“Hello, Brother Bin, I just became a city lord under the boss, I look forward to your guidance.”

“No problem, no problem!”

Fang Hao continued, “Fu Lei, trade me three fishes. Send one to Zhang Bin as well.”

“Okay, boss.” Seeing Zhang Bin calling Fang Hao boss, he followed suit.

Soon, Fu Lei’s fishes were traded over. One was cooked by Eira and the remaining two were given to the other maids to taste.

He had plenty of meat and staple food here, the only thing missing was fish. There was a river not too far from the territory, but the fish in the river were small, and he had not arranged for anyone to catch them.

Now that they had a fishing area, they could finally taste its bounty.

Dusk descended.

In the southeast of the territory sat the Crescent Heights.

This was the domain of the Hamilton clan, perpetually shrouded in fog, devoid of sunlight.

In the grand hall of the Blood Clan’s castle.

A middle-aged man with brown hair sat on the throne. His face was a ghastly pale, and his thin body clad in black embroidered formal wear, a stench of blood permeated around him.

He was the Clan Leader of the Hamiltons, the Red Duke – Clement Hamilton, a formidable 9th-level Orange Hero.

Of course, in private, people preferred to call him the Deceiver, or more simply, a Fraud.

The Blood Clan residing in Crescent Heights held a negative opinion towards him, but that did not diminish his power.

As long as he could keep living, the advancement to a Dark Gold Hero was merely a matter of time.

The Red Duke cast his gaze over all the Blood Clansmen present and revealed his sharp fangs as he asked, “Has that disappointing descendant of mine been found? I have been missing him so much.”

The Red Duke’s voice was magnetic and gentle, like a noble longing for his descendants.

But the room remained silent, only the occasional sound of swallowing echoed.

Everyone in the room knew the Red Duke too well; his longing was far from simple.

A Blood Clansman stiffly forced a smile and replied, “Your Grace, we are actively searching for Young Master Giovanni through all possible means. We should hear something soon.”

Giovanni was not the Red Duke’s offspring but his nephew.

They stopped aging after their transformation into Blood Clansmen.

Giovanni was always a troublemaker, but obtaining formidable power only intensified his antics.

From Dwarfs to Humans, anywhere he could reach, he had caused trouble and for years his family had to clean up his messes.

Later, the extend of his wreaking havoc grew so large that it nearly triggered wars between several forces. The Red Duke personally intervened and disciplined Giovanni, which suppressed his antics for several years.

This time, he had gone missing without any trace.

The Red Duke was so anxious to find him, not due to genuine concern about his safety, but because Giovanni had a book of the Blood Clan in his possession, which recorded the secrets of the ancestors of the Eternal Night Clan.

Hearing that his subordinate hadn’t received any updates for several days.

The Red Duke’s face gradually darkened, with red light radiating from his body. In a cold voice, he said: “Do you know the consequences of deceiving me?” The words of the Red Duke made all the Blood Clansmen present change their expressions.

They did not doubt the Red Duke’s cold-bloodedness and brutality.

Even for their kin, he would show no trace of family sentiment once they challenged his authority.

“Your, Your Grace, you misunderstand. We have assigned numerous of our own to this task and even issued missing person notices with the Trade Alliance and the Faceless. I believe we should hear something soon. Please grant us a bit more time,” a Blood Clansman hastily explained.

“Hmm? Not even the Faceless have news? Has Giovanni disappeared into thin air?” The Red Duke raised an eyebrow, now somewhat intrigued.

No one could escape the watchful eyes of the Faceless.

Even if they accepted the task, it was hard to believe that there were no updates whatsoever.

Unless Giovanni had disappeared without leaving a trace.

“Yes, Your Grace, there should be news of young Master Giovanni soon.”

No one present cared about Giovanni’s life or death. They just wanted to complete the Red Duke’s assigned task, what the Red Duke care about was the book in Giovanni’s possession.

“Hmph! You’d better finish the task I assigned to you, otherwise the consequences… you should understand.” The Red Duke, his eyes glowing red, swept over all the Blood Clansmen present.

“Yes, we dare not.”

Step,step,step!

At this moment, hurried footsteps echoed down the stone corridor behind them.

A Blood Servant walked in briskly, bowed, and said, “Your Grace, a letter has arrived from the Faceless’ hut.”