Chapter 241, Blood Clan Plan_l

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It has been half a month since Giovanni’s incident.

From his initial disappearance, to the posting of missing person notices, word only arrived a few days ago from the No-face’s hut.

I sent five scouts to investigate the undead territory mentioned in the intel.

Many days have passed but not only have we not received any intel, but none of the scouts have returned either.

The Red Duke’s patience is wearing thin.

“Your… your Grace, there must have been some mishap. I will immediately dispatch additional personnel to gather information.” The Blood Clan member in charge of intel started to panic.

“Hmph! Take some time to reflect on your mistakes.” The Red Duke snorted coldly, then ordered his men, “Take him to the dungeon to reflect on his mistakes.”

“Your Grace, give me another chance. I won’t make another mistake, I swear.” As the Blood Clan member pleaded loudly, two Blood Servants walked in.

The silver hooks in their hands pierced his collarbone and they dragged him towards the dungeon.

The dungeon was a place for Blood Clan criminals.

The wound caused by the silver hook could not heal, forcing this Blood Clan member to endure agonizing pain and continuously bleed in the dungeon until the Red Duke remembered this person existed.

The pitiful screams of the Blood Clan member grew distant and the grand hall fell into an eerie silence.

Only the heavy scent of blood lingered in the air, causing the remaining Blood Clan members in the room to continually gulp nervously, their eyes glowing red.

“So, what’s the plan? You’re not as useless as him, are you?” The Red Duke glanced around at the others.

The Blood Clan, too, was under strict surveillance by the living creatures.

The slightest movement from them would immediately attract attention from the surrounding living creatures.

That’s why he needed information – he needed to know exactly how many troops would be required to eliminate the undead and retrieve the book belonging to the Blood Clan ancestors.

Alongside, he had to avenge his nephew’s death too.

Hearing the Red Duke’s question, all the Blood Clan members fell silent, some unwilling to take on the responsibility.

“Your Grace, I have a few good scouts under my command. Why don’t I take up the task and be sure to bring you the information?” a Blood Clan member suggested.

He still wanted to send out scouts.

The Red Duke glanced at him but didn’t give his approval.

The undead have raised their guard, making scouts virtually useless.

There’s a high probability that they’re waiting with a trap for more of his forces to walk into.

“Any other suggestions?” the Red Duke continued to ask.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Then, a tall, thin man stepped forward. “Your Grace,” he began after a slight bow.

“Hmm? Fielding, what are your thoughts?” The Red Duke turned to the thin man, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Fielding was acting as an official merchant in the Blood Clan.

He was responsible for the purchasing and selling of commodities within the territory, hence holding a certain status among the Blood Clan.

Moreover, the Red Duke wouldn’t assign him troublesome tasks.

“Your Grace, I feel like the other party is already aware of something. Sending more scouts might not be very effective.” Fielding suggested lightly.

The Red Duke nodded, agreeing with Fielding’s opinion.

“Right, go ahead and share your thoughts.”

If Fielding was speaking up now, it suggested that he had other ideas in mind. Moreover, these ideas seemed to be more reliable than sending out scouts. Fielding cleared his throat before seriously remarking, “Your Grace, have you ever considered incorporating Pruell City into the Blood Clan’s rule?” Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, the room exploded into an uproar, even the Red Duke on his throne furrowed his brows.

The implication behind this remark was clear to everyone – if word got out, it could instigate a war between the Human Clan and the Blood Clan.

“Explain your idea.” The Red Duke did not reveal his stance but asked for further explanation.

Fielding smiled faintly, “Your Grace, the City Lord of Pruell City, Cyril, reached out to me a while ago.”

“Oh? Interesting.” This piqued the Red Duke’s and everyone else’s interests. “Yes, Cyril has a son who was gravely injured two years ago and still has not recovered. He fears his son might not live much longer, and he has been searching for a cure these past few years.” Fielding shared just enough but did not elaborate any further.

But everyone in the room understood what Fielding meant.

A father who had been searching for a cure for the past two years. The reason why he would reach out to Fielding was most likely related to his son’s condition.

“What does this have to do with the undead?” the Red Duke asked.

“Your Grace, the undead territory lies north of Pruell City. If we can control Pruell City, we can gather intel on the undead more effectively, even if war breaks out, we can deploy troops from Pruell City instead of Crescent Heights.” Fielding continued to explain.

The Red Duke leaned on his chin and went deep into his thoughts.

Contacting Pruell City was a huge risk.

If successful, the Blood Clan would reap immense benefits, however, if it failed or information leaked, it might instigate a new war between the two clans. But… it was worth a shot.

“Fielding.” The Red Duke spoke softly.

“Your Grace.”

“Handle this matter. If the negotiations fail, kill this Cyril. Make sure this doesn’t leak.” The Red Duke ordered, his tone serious.

“Yes, your Grace.”

The Red Duke continued to look at the people below, and reminded them coldly, “Whoever dares to leak this, you know the consequences.”

“Yes, we understand.”

The next day, early morning.

Fang Hao woke from his sleep. The golden morning light streamed through the window, a bit too dazzling.

He sat up in bed and stretched out lazily.

The weather today seemed pretty fine.

After getting up, and quickly freshening up, he headed downstairs.

Eira was preparing breakfast. Seeing Fang Hao, she greeted him, “Master, why didn’t you sleep a little longer?”

“I’m already well-rested, so I got up.”

“By the way, master, Scholar Nelson brought a skeletal hero this morning. He’s waiting for you at the entrance of the Viscera Museum.” said Eira.

“Nelson came out?”

“Scholar Nelson asked me to relay this, and then he returned to continue his work.” continued Eira.

“Okay, I will go and take a look.”

Exiting the City Lord’s mansion, he headed straight towards the Viscera Museum.

Standing at the museum’s entrance was an Orc skeletal hero.

The hero’s skeleton was robust, even as a skeleton, he resembled a formidable bear.

Coming closer, Fang Hao saw the skeletal hero’s name.

[Skullcrusher (Purple Tier 9 Hero)]

It seemed that Nelson’s first creation was Skullcrusher – Shah, the former Great Chief of Coldwind Mountain.

Now, he could only be referred to as Skullcrusher.

“I greet the City Lord.” Skullcrusher kneeled on one knee and bowed his head. “Welcome to join us, Skullcrusher.” Fang Hao supported him to stand up. “Thankyou, my lord.”

“Alright, first, go to the warehouse and retrieve your equipment. Later, I’ll take you to Coldwind Mountain and you’ll manage that place on my behalf.”

“Yes, my lord.”