GLOBAL LORDS: HUNDREDFOLD INCREMENTS STARTING WITH THE UNDEAD

Chapter 1076: Chapter 684, The Dragon Servant Marries In

“Enough, you really have guts, I’m almost scared to take your job,” Brinston poured himself a glass of wine and downed it in one go, “Alright, what do you plan to do?”

“His armor, five hundred sets!”

Brinston shook his head slightly.

“Not doing it?” Fang Hao asked in confusion.

“No, this amount of Dragon Scales can’t make five hundred sets.”

Fang Hao then continued, “Uh… enough, start with the measurements, I’ll send the materials over when it’s time.”

Brinston was completely stunned.

This wasn’t just a single dragon.

But he quickly composed himself and said, “I’ll have someone take the measurements first. Whether I take this job or not, I’ll have to discuss it first.”

“Okay!”

Soon, two Dwarf master craftsmen came in and took Rolana and Nisbit’s measurements.

Everything went rather smoothly.

Only, Brinston didn’t take the Dragon Scales, saying that he would let him know whether he would take the job or not after some discussion.

He was still hesitant, afraid of getting into trouble.

…

After leaving Fire Hammer Shop,

Fang Hao and his two companions continued to stroll through the Trade Alliance.

It was Rolana’s first visit to the Trade Alliance headquarters since waking up.

She was somewhat curious.

Only when passing by the Blood Clan’s shop did they quicken their pace a bit, as if afraid of being recognized and taken away.

“Sir, my shopkeeper invites you to come over,” a petite figure ran over from the side.

A Succubus?

Fang Hao glanced at Rolana.

If she knew he brought Demitrija there to dream of spring,

He felt it would damage his image.

“Cough! We’re busy, we’ll visit another day,” Fang Hao said.

The little Succubus hesitated for a moment, but still said, “Sir, my shopkeeper is waiting over there for you, it won’t take much time.”

At this point, it would be rude to keep refusing.

Following the little Succubus, Fang Hao made his way into the back courtyard of the shop, to the same small cabin that had hosted him and Demitrija last time.

From the incense burner, a wisp of fragrance rose.

The Lord of Succubus poured fragrant tea for the two, yet her large eyes occasionally drifted towards Rolana with an unmistakable curiosity!

It was clear she was intrigued.

The two women each had their own style,

One cold and beautiful, the other seductively enchanting.

“Shopkeeper, is there something you needed me for by calling me here?” Fang Hao withdrew his gaze and asked curiously.

He actually didn’t have much of a relationship with the Succubus’s cabin.

Upon entering, he was served tea and pastries, making him feel like a regular visitor.

The Succubus still sported her smile as she replied, “I’d like to buy some of the Demon materials from last time to make a few whips for the children in the shop.”

Uh…

Props, too.

“Of course, which kind do you need?” Fang Hao asked, his expression unchanging.

He had inquired about Demon materials.

They were rare, but not particularly valuable.

Because the inherent Demon Power had little use to the races on this continent.

If the Succubus wanted it, he was willing to sell.

Keeping them in his possession only meant they’d gather dust in storage.

“Ten Demon’s Teeth, I’ll charge you 200 Warfire Coins each, five Hard Hooves, I’ll charge you 320 each, how does that sound?” the Succubus continued.

The prices seemed fair.

Even slightly more than he had expected.

A blue piece of equipment cost just over a hundred Warfire Coins.

“Alright, since the shopkeeper has spoken, I’ll sell them to you for any price.”

“Ha ha, listen to you! Do you have them now? It would be best to make the trade right away.”

This Succubus seemed quite wealthy.

Fang Hao nonchalantly took out the specified materials from the Book of Lords and placed them on the table.

The other party swiftly prepared the corresponding Warfire Coins and handed them over to Fang Hao.

The transaction was completed.

“Shopkeeper, is there anything else?” Fang Hao asked again.

The Succubus shook her head with a smile, glancing at Rolana, “That’s it, come visit when you have time.”

“Okay!”

Fang Hao and the others left.

The Lord of Succubus stood at the window, watching as the two and the Undead departed.

She muttered, “Beata hasn’t given him any trouble?”

At that moment, the little Succubus re-entered the room.

The Demon Monarch said, “Tonight, gather some information on Fire Hammer Shop. I want to know what he’s up to now.”

“Yes!”

…

At Mount Dragon Peak.

The Dragon Clan elder leaned forward, looking down at the transmigrator, “What is your name?”

“Wesley, Wesley Hill.”

“Good, Wesley, you may now state your purpose. I hope you bring important news,” the elder’s voice remained deep.

Wesley, with his head bowed, lifted it slightly.

He saw the corner of a brown cloth embroidered with gold from the second-floor balcony.

Continuing, he said, “We, the transmigrators, have received a message that Aerygon’s attack on Fang Hao’s territory has failed. He is now captured by the enemy, and it’s uncertain if he’s still alive.”

The very instant his words fell silent—

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became oppressive.

Then, the Dragon Clan elder continued to press, “Are you referring to the transmigrator who was handled by ‘Beata’?”

“Yes, Aerygon, the Alliance Hierarch, accompanied Miss ‘Beata’ on the journey,” Wesley continued.

The hall fell silent once more.

“Beata failed?”

A tremendous pressure bore down on Wesley, gathering around him.

It bent him over even further.

“Let’s not be hasty, Elder. We only have the intelligence that’s been circulating among the transmigrators. It’s confirmed that Aerygon has been captured by ‘Fang Hao,’ but there’s no news concerning Miss ‘Beata’ or the Dragon Clan,” Wesley quickly added.

The hall lapsed into silence again.

After a while, the Dragon Clan elder spoke up, “All right, I understand the situation. Stay on Mount Dragon Peak for the next couple of days; we’ll call for you if needed.”

“Yes, Elder.”

Wesley nodded once more and carefully exited the hall.

…

After dinner.

Fang Hao sat in his chair and randomly opened the world channel.

“‘Servant of Dragon Wedded’ serialized comics are now on sale, showcasing the love story between ‘Fang Hao’ and ‘Aerygon’! Ambiguous probing, surging emotions… everything you want to see is here, come and buy it now!”

???

What the hell?

The very first message made Fang Hao slightly stunned.

Come on, there’s got to be a line for making money, right?

Two guys, and you still manage to make up a story?

Fang Hao clicked on the seller’s information, which apparently was a Korean female artist.

Okay… I’ll remember you. When I see you, I’ll tear your paintings apart.

“I got a spot at the Trade Alliance headquarters. Anyone want to meet up at the Trade Alliance? Looking for a lady, not a man.”

“Breaking news, the ‘Dragon Temple Holy Army’ has changed its Alliance Hierarch. It’s rumored that Aerygon’s avatar has gone gray, a sure sign he’s been cut down.”

“So Fang Hao really killed him, huh? Even if we’re fellow transmigrators, killing someone that casually is too much.”

“Selling a level 7 Flight mount, the Twin-headed Greyhawk, interested parties please DM.”

“I’m 180cm tall, 180cm long, looking for a lady lord for maintenance.”

What a mess.

Why does the world channel seem to be getting less serious?

The mention of Aerygon’s avatar turning gray was actually because Fang Hao had devoured his Book of Lords, which doesn’t mean the person is dead.

According to online definitions, it simply means he’s gone offline.

But to outsiders, coupled with speculation, it seems as if Aerygon has been killed by Fang Hao.

After all, who would forgive someone who tried to kill them?

While Fang Hao was passing time and enjoying the lively discussion, a private message notification popped up.

Li Rong: “Dad, I’ve got hold of a Single-page Map. I’ve arranged for an initial exploration, and it seems to be a Temple ruin as well. Let’s explore it together, shall we?”

Before Fang Hao could reply, another message bounced in.

“I’m afraid I can’t handle it alone, and it would be a pity to give up on it. Whenever you’re free, let’s go together. There might be special gains.”

Fang Hao was somewhat surprised by the message from Li Rong.

What’s with this woman?

A treasure map collector?

The last time, the Undead tomb at the lakebottom was discovered by her.

From it, the ‘Gold Eating Queen – Amanda’ was rescued, and he acquired a Dark Gold-level hero.

Now she’s got another map pointing to a Temple ruin.

Some people just have all the luck.

“You’re used to calling me that, aren’t you afraid of being seen?”

Li Rong sent an angry emoji first, “You even want to show others? What kind of perverse hobby is this…”

Feeling that he couldn’t win the argument, he directly asked, “How did you get the map?”

“I got it from a noble in the city, passed down from the previous generation. I collected it,” she said.

“How far is it?”

“It’s hard to say for sure, come by tomorrow and we’ll discuss it,” continued Li Rong.

Actually, in Fang Hao’s view.

With the current strength of his territory, the task of exploring maps could be left to the City Lords to complete.

Unless it was an especially important map, it wouldn’t be much help to him.

But since Li Rong mentioned it, he might as well take a look.

With teleportation available, it wouldn’t delay much time.

Having decided, he replied, “Okay, I’ll have time tomorrow. I’ll come over.”

“Alrighty…!”

After closing the private chat, he continued watching the chatter of the crowd and checked a few shops in the world channel.

He hesitated for a moment but couldn’t curb his curiosity.

He bought two copies of the “Servant of Dragon Wedded” comic.

After receiving them, he started reading.

Seeing them, Fang Hao felt somewhat relieved.

Aerygon’s image did resemble the real person, but Fang Hao himself had been turned into a burly middle-aged man.

A figure composed entirely of muscle, a tough guy image.

It couldn’t be further from the truth about Fang Hao.

The artist’s skills were quite good, that much was certain.

But it was also clear that this artist hadn’t been in the business of drawing serious comics before.

Her style was just too peculiar.

After flipping through a couple of pages and shivering, he threw them into the stove to burn.

Better safe than sorry. The maids in the city loved their novels and comics, and seeing this…

His image would be utterly ruined.

Coming out of the kitchen.

Fang Hao went to the backyard for a soak in the hot springs.

As he pushed open the gate, he saw Anjia and Rolana, sitting at the stone table putting a little green hat on the ‘Red General’.

“You two made up?”

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