Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1271 - 858, Turn into Undead After Three Days_2

Chapter 1271 -858, Turn into Undead After Three Days_2

The old man frowned, surprised by the other party’s idea.

Indeed, the information had been uncovered by him.

Otherwise, he would have sold it when Fang Hao asked about the Mammoth construct last time.

But then, he thought about something else.

If he jacked up the price too much, would the other party get angry and spread the word about him selling the construct Blueprint?

If that happened, things would really get out of hand.

“You… The matter of the map can be discussed. We’re friends now, don’t do anything to harm our friendship,” the old man said in a somewhat scrambled manner.

“If our cooperation is genuine and not intended to scam me, such things won’t happen,” Fang Hao said.

After a few seconds of silence in the private room.

The old man suddenly burst into laughter, “Haha, see, it was all a misunderstanding. You can’t expect me to sell at a loss for twenty thousand Warfire Coins.”

“One thousand Warfire Coins, that’s already the highest price for the map,” Fang Hao bargained.

The old man slapped his thigh, “Alright, one thousand it is, since we are friends after all.”

They both laughed again.

The old man took out a Blueprint and Fang Hao handed over a Warfire Card worth ten thousand.

[Map: Chaotic Cliff Valley]

[Type: Single-page Map]

(Description: A map drawn by a traveling merchant, recording the routes and terrain of an unknown relic.)

The map was recordable.

However, it was hard to say whether its location had anything to do with the Mammoth construct.

And the Blueprint, it couldn’t be preserved for very long.

It probably rotted away by now.

The cooperation was completed.

But the old man didn’t leave with the same excitement he had when he arrived; he seemed like he didn’t get the better end of the deal.

They sat down to chat for a while.

After draining the wine in their cups, they left the private room.

“This old man thinks you’re a fool, willing to pay any amount,” Anjia said, leaning against the window and watching the old man go.

“The last couple of times, I was in a rush to deal with the God of Deception, probably left him under the impression I was a fool with too much money.”

“Fool with too much money? I like that phrase; I’ve learned a new term.”

Fang Hao was startled, “That’s not an idiom, don’t misuse it.”

“Got it, I won’t use it to describe you.”

“Alright then!”

…

Back to the main city, the sunshine was bright and cheerful.

The maids sat at the entrance of the training field, resting, sipping water, and chatting.

A few Deermen were also carrying wooden staves, watering the flowerbeds nearby, with butterflies fluttering around the bloom.

If one didn’t look at the Skeleton soldiers patrolling in formation,

it would almost feel like a scene from a fairytale.

Upon entering the Lord’s mansion, Fang Hao saw Gray Bear waiting in the hall.

He held a cup of fruit wine, sipping it now and then.

Seeing Fang Hao return, he immediately stood up, “My lord.”

“Gray Bear’s back, sit down and speak,” Fang Hao said, swiftly walking in and sitting on a wooden chair nearby.

Gray Bear sat back down, then continued, “My lord, ‘Cleolando’ Miss was taken by a City of Undead called ‘Ashen Graveyard’ on her way back last time.”

Hearing this, there wasn’t much surprise.

After learning of the disconnect, he had guessed this outcome.

Fang Hao had even thought it was the work of transmigrator Alliance before.

After all, quite a few transmigrators had died on that initial field map.

It was possible they held a grudge.

Now it turned out he was wrong; it seemed like a native city by the name.

“Why would they capture Cleolando, wasn’t she a transmigrator supported by the Undead?” Fang Hao continued asking.

Anyone who could join the Undead faction had undergone the ‘baptism’ of the God of Undead.

So why suddenly become enemies?

Gray Bear replied, “The Skeleton in charge over there said that there seems to be a problem with the ‘Sandstorm’ set.”

“Sandstorm set? What does that have to do with equipment?”

“According to the Undead, this kind of army equipment used to be the standard issue for enemies of the Undead faction,” Gray Bear further explained.

Aha!

Fang Hao finally understood.

Natives and transmigrators are different.

Transmigrators look at equipment attributes to mix and match, not really considering which set represents whom or which power.

But for natives, it’s different; each faction has its exclusive flags and, of course, exclusive equipment.

Like the Hall of Justice, which wears the Justice Armor set.

It seems that it really could be a problem caused by the standard issue equipment.

Back in the Underground Cemetery, that half-dead hero in the coffin had mentioned overthrowing the current Undead regime.

It’s a political strife within the faction.

But this kind of thing should be easy to explain.

Why is it blowing up like this?

“Is there a chance now for the person to come out alive?” Fang Hao continued to ask.

“It’s said that in three days, ‘Cleolando’ along with other living creature slaves, will be turned into Undead to supplement the workforce in the city.”

Good lord, a direct execution.

It’s a better-wrong-than-missed situation.

Fang Hao thought for a moment; he really couldn’t just ignore this.

He said to the door, “Call ‘Hilda’.”

“Yes, my lord.” Nisbit left from outside the door and returned, bringing ‘Little You’ clad in leather armor with him.

“My lord, you called for me,” Little You said with a slight bow.

[Disaster Song-Hilda (Purple 7th Rank Hero)]

Little You’s rank has been raised to the purple 7th rank.

She had stayed in the city, dealing with intelligence matters, and occasionally trained with the maids at the training grounds.

“Little You, I need you to select a few Bound Spirit Guardians to go to the City of Undead in the desert and gather information on a human transmigrator named ‘Cleolando’. Gray Bear will discuss the specifics with you,” Fang Hao said directly.

Little You nodded, showing an eager look in her eyes.

She must have been cooped up in the city for too long, “Yes, my lord, I will handle this matter well.”

“Choose your people tonight, and tomorrow go there with Gray Bear, try to ensure ‘Cleolando’s’ safety.”

“Yes, my lord,” the two replied at the same time.

“Alright, go and get ready!”

The two nodded again and left together.

…

The night was deep.

Maidens who had just finished training laughed cheerfully as they ran towards the amusement park.

An amusement park was being constructed there, including a roller coaster which was in the process of determining length and position, with some scaffolding erected.

But the maids still flocked that way.

Checking it out at noon and then looking again in the evening.

Never tiring of it!

Creak—!

The half-open door was gently pushed open.

Entering the room, one could see her in the midst of removing her long skirt, revealing a black corset, and an expanse of fair skin being exposed.

Winnie was that kind of voluptuous woman, also carrying the air of a charming matron from the marketplace.

Although she returned this time seeming somewhat more like a noble lady.

But she still had the feel of the former tavern mistress.

Winnie looked down at herself.

Covering her chest with her hand, her face flushed as she said, “Why did you come all of a sudden at this time?”

It felt as though they had returned to the tavern of the past.

Winnie was the alluring mistress, and Fang Hao was the country boy new to the city.

Fang Hao showed a smile and sat her down at the edge of the bed.

“If I didn’t come, wouldn’t I be leaving the door intentionless?”