Chapter 230, Faint Bloodedl

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Fang Hao walked into the room and sat down on a chair at the side.

He sat upright, hands folded together and resting on his thighs.

He was playing a somewhat gentle role, while openly gazing at the prosperous body in front of him, with skin as fair as a young girl’s.

“You have researched skincare?” Rebecca turned around, her long hair falling and revealing sharp ears.

A flicker of interest sparked in Fang Hao’s mind.

An elf?

An elf being a ruler in a human city was beyond Fang Hao’s expectations.

But all these didn’t matter to him much, as he was merely a passing cloth merchant.

“I wouldn’t say I’ve researched it. Skincare is necessary, though, maintaining sufficient moisture in the skin is essential, and normal rest hours are most critical,” Fang Hao recalled a facemask commercial he once saw on TV.

“Hehe, it seems you know quite a lot,” Rebecca said with a faint smile.

“Just some random, useless knowledge,” Fang Hao responded with a slight smile, “Madam, regarding the measurements…”.

Rebecca stood up, casually wrapping a blue blanket around her body.

“After considering it last night, I think it’s best for you to do the measurements, as this gown is very different from the usual types.”

Rebecca highly valued the gown.

The chosen cloth shop would receive a year of tax exemption in the city, aimed at encouraging the continual innovation of these shops.

Designing an outstanding gown was the ultimate goal.

However, no satisfactory work had been produced in the past few years.

Fang Hao was the first one to break the fixed concept of gowns.

“Sure.” Fang Hao got up and took out his measuring tools.

These tools were borrowed from Tavek, initially intended to make himself look more professional. He didn’t expect that Rebecca would need him to measure personally.

He took out a tape measure, moved it close to the front of Rebecca’s body.

The blue blanket was just wrapped under her armpits, seemingly tied over her prominent twin peaks, revealing clear crevices.

“Madam, please raise your arms,” Fang Hao spoke softly.

Rebecca raised her arms, and Fang Hao wrapped the tape measure around her chest, gently applying pressure to create a round indentation.

Fang Hao turned around and recorded each measurement onto the side piece of paper.

Two contrasting attributes filled Rebecca; the status of the City Lord’s wife and her aloof expression gave an impression of dignity and elegance, even somewhat cold.

However, her figure and appearance conveyed splendor and maturity.

Once Fang Hao had recorded all the measurements, Rebecca sat back in her position.

“When can I see the template?” Rebecca asked.

Creating the outfit required several steps.

And a few fitting sessions were needed.

“I will try to have a fitting for you within a week, but the distance is quite far, so it might take up to two weeks,” Fang Hao calculated the time in his mind and replied.

“That’s fine,” Rebecca continued, “Have you thought about opening a shop in the city? With your ideas, perhaps you might be welcomed in the nobility circle.”

“lam considering it, but as I just came to Lyss City and am unfamiliar with some rules and procedures, it may take some time to open a shop.”

Lyss City is not like Pruell City, which has only one commercial street.

No market research needed; simply opening a shop on this street is the best location.

However, Lyss City is many times larger than Pruell City, with a larger population, consisting of commoners and nobles.

Wanting to open a shop indeed requires thorough consideration.

Of course, opening a shop is a must, whether it’s a hot pot restaurant or a cloth shop.

It just needs careful planning.

“You don’t have to worry about this. As long as you can complete the gown according to the design, I can help you with the shop matters, and the reward is still valid- – a year of tax exemption,” Rebecca said with a smile.

As the City Lord’s wife, she could certainly make this decision.

Supporting one shop in such a massive city was no big deal; in fact, it could hardly be counted as a small task.

“Thankyou, Mrs. Rebecca,” Fang Hao expressed his gratitude.

The two continued talking, making some modifications to the details of the gown.

Only when Fang Hao left did Rebecca lean back onto the sofa, drifting off to sleep.

Stepping out of the City Lord’s Mansion, Fang Hao cleared his throat.

Anjia, waiting outside the gate, saw Fang Hao coming out and rushed over.

“If you didn’t come out, I was about to break in.”

“That’s unnecessary. We were just discussing normal matters,” the two walked out.

Fang Hao finally didn’t have to keep his voice down anymore.

“Tavek said he would return to Pruell early tomorrow morning, and advised you to settle all matters today,” Anjia, who was following behind, said.

“Okay.”

“Where do we go now?”

“Let’s visit the local tavern,” Fang Hao suggested.

Lyss City was bustling, with carriages moving side by side in the center of the roads and numerous shops on either side, now beginning to conduct their business as usual.

Not to mention, some empty areas on both sides of the road were also filled with many vendors, some displaying their goods on quilts and others hawking their wares loudly.

Fang Hao and his companion stopped in front of a tavern on the street.

They pushed the door open and walked in.

At this time, the shop was already filled with quite a few drinkers who were sipping their drinks and chatting idly.

Fang Hao sat down at the counter, his gaze directly falling onto the notice board at the side.

It was densely filled with several bounties, but there wasn’t a single adventure­type map.

As for the contents of the bounties, most were petty affairs within the city.

“What can I get you?” the tavern owner asked.

“Beer, please. Does your shop have any specialties? Bring us two side dishes,” said Fang Hao.

They were going to solve the issue of their lunch right here.

“For both of you, our steamed chicken and meatballs are really popular. If you’d like to take something with you, I’d recommend our smoked ham- guaranteed to be to your satisfaction,” the tavern owner estimated their appetites and suggested.

“Fine, we’ll have the steamed chicken and meatballs, and please prepare a serving of the smoked ham for us to take away,” replied Fang Hao

The decision was made as they were setting off early in the morning, and some smoked ham would make a nice snack on the road.

“Alright, I’ll prepare them right away,” the owner’s face was full of smiles.

Before long, the beer and meatballs were served, and only the steamed chicken was still being prepared in the kitchen.

“Boss,” Fang Hao whispered.

“What can I do for you?” The boss approached him, smiling.

“Don’t you have any single-page maps here? I mean locations that some trade caravans discover on the way,” Fang Hao asked.

“Usually yes, but recently a lot of merchants have been coming around, so Mistress Rebecca ordered the removal of some dangers along the way and the maps were taken down.”

They didn’t do a good job cleaning up – on the way, we were threatened by the Gray Bear Bandits.

Of course, the Gray Bear didn’t originally intend to rob Tavek’s caravan, but they just got confused by the Iron Blood Mercenary Corps.

In the end, they ended up being wiped out by Fang Hao.

“Oh.”

Fang Hao was about to speak when a thud came from the side.

He turned his head and saw an old man who has overturned his chair, stepped on the fallen chair, rolled up his sleeves, and exclaimed, “Look, this is the mark left by the vampire biting me.”

The old man was disheveled and reeked of alcohol, pulling up his sleeves to his tablemates.

“Hodge, stop bluffing. Vampires bite necks, not arms and hey, isn’t this ‘mark’ just you not bathing? Even vampire teeth can leave a pattern?” a fellow drinker commented loudly after glancing at his arm.

The others at the table burst into hearty laughter.

Hodge examined his arm, muttered to himself, “Must have been too long since

I last bathed, can’t really see it now.”

He spat on his arm and started scrubbing vigorously.

“Alright, alright, stop disgusting us. We believe you, ok? Continue your story from when you survived and you killed the vampire with the silver needle,” a drinker said, and discretely moved a bit further away from him.

Old Hodge picked up his chair again, sat back down and said, “I stabbed the vampire right in the throat with my silver needle, and you know what…?”

“What?”

“I saw clearly that the puncture wound didn’t heal as fast. Blood poured out from the wound. It lost too much blood, allowing me to chop its head off,” stated Old Hodge matter-of-factly.

“Didn’t you just say you stabbed it to death with a sword? Now you say you chopped off its head?”

“Eh? Did I? Well… I drank too much and can’t remember clearly. Anyway, I found out that vampires are afraid of silver. So, I designed a silver cone-shaped arrowhead. It must be effective against vampires.”

“Did you end up using it?”

“Of course, I did. Our Human Clan’s position today is largely due to my contributions.”

“Ha ha… Well, on behalf of mankind, I thank you.”

The others joined in the laughter.

As Fang Hao was eating the steam chicken that had just been served, he asked curiously, “Has he really killed vampires?”

The boss glanced over at Old Hodge, “Do you think he looks like someone who’s killed a vampire? If you count killing mosquitoes, then probably.”

Uhh,…

After finishing their lunch, the duo grabbed their takeout smoked ham and left the tavern to return to their lodging.

The next day, Tavek’s caravan left Lyss City to return home.

This time, they didn’t encounter any trouble on the road.

After two days of traveling, the caravan finally arrived at Pruell City.

Rose Tavern.

Fang Hao sat in front of the bar looking somewhat serious.

Many unfamiliar faces showed up in the tavern today, those people sat in the corners of the shop, wearing robes and hoods.

[Faint Blood (Tier 3)].

Members of the Blood Clan…

This name inevitably makes people think of vampires.