Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1338 - 917, The Breath Scarecrow

The next day, at the Trade Alliance headquarters.

Different from ordinary stations, even though it’s morning, this place is already bustling.

On the streets, there are already many pedestrians from various races.

You can even see quite a few transmigrators walking around.

It seems that more and more transmigrators can come to the headquarters now.

"Where are we heading?" Anjia asked while stuffing herself with some snacks.

Fang Hao brought Anjia and Little You to the Trade Alliance.

Anjia stayed by Fang Hao’s side, while Little You kept some distance.

Following from afar.

Now in the main city, you can see quite a few transmigrators.

Having heroes with very high levels might attract some attention. Having Anjia in her purple rank wearing a hat is just perfect to blend in as non-Orc.

Thus, Little You had to follow from a distance to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

Even having two transmigrators come over to chat could be troublesome.

Lately, it feels like the number of enemies attracted has increased, so it’s better to keep a low profile.

"I had placed some orders at the Fire Hammer Shop before, just going to pick them up," Fang Hao explained, holding her.

"Oh, it would have been better to have it delivered to our territory."

"I just happen to be free today, and also plan to discuss some matters."

The two of them made their way to the new Fire Hammer Shop, with Little You following them inside.

Today, another promotional event was happening at the Fire Hammer Shop; many people gathered at the entrance holding their own materials, waiting for the craftsmen to evaluate them.

Entering the shop, they showed the Fire Beard Emblem to a Dwarf and were then led into the backyard.

After sitting for a while, the Grandmaster craftsman ’Brinston’ came from the back.

Still wearing a leather apron, he walked in while wiping his hands.

"How come you remembered to visit today?" Brinston continued to ask. freewebnoveℓ.com

"I’ve come to pick up the previously repaired equipment and to proceed with the manufacture of the Demon Dragon Battle Armor," Fang Hao replied directly.

At the Fire Hammer Shop, there are currently three things.

One is to pick up Alurag’s equipment, another is a blueprint he ordered for a War Halberd to be used by the ’Giant Mercenary Guards’.

The last thing was the Demon Dragon Battle Armor production that stopped because the entire Trade Alliance was destroyed.

"That’s good, if you hadn’t come today, I was planning to have someone deliver it to you," Brinston sat down, picked up a cup of wine, and took a gulp.

Fang Hao was left somewhat speechless.

People say Dwarves are hot-tempered yet honest.

He felt the hot temper, but the honesty, not so much.

If I came, you say you planned to have someone deliver it, but if not, you’ve never delivered once.

Fang Hao didn’t bother to argue about that and gently pushed Little You and Anjia outside, "This time, measure them both so we can craft the Demon Dragon armor."

The Dwarf’s gaze fell on the two women, finally resting on Anjia, "For this little girl?"

Anjia widened her eyes in surprise, "For me? That kind of battle armor?"

She didn’t know before coming, she thought today was just for escorting and sightseeing.

"Ah, make a suit for her, her attack style is close combat body techniques," Fang Hao casually said.

Hearing the confirmation, Anjia’s eyes lit up instantly.

"Great, I’ll also have battle armor!" Anjia exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and planting a greasy kiss on his lips.

Little You also thanked him on the side, "Thank you, my lord."

Demon Dragon Battle Armor, it belongs to the orange set.

Fang Hao has one set, Rolana has another.

In fact, with Fang Hao as a lower god and Rolana as a Demigod, the orange set feels a bit outdated.

It’s actually more suitable for heroes of purple and orange ranks.

This time, Fang Hao planned to design a set for Little You, plus a personal fondness for Anjia.

He had also brought Anjia along.

They both were measured together to avoid one having to follow after the other for measurements.

Moreover, Fang Hao was also planning to acquire more Dragon Scale equipment.

Not that he wants to hunt the Dragon Clan.

But once, while drinking with the Dragon Queen, she mentioned a place called ’Dragon Village Island’.

She said that if she doesn’t become a god, she would go to Dragon Village Island to rest in a few hundred years.

Meaning waiting for old age.

That is to say, Dragon Village Island is where the Dragon Clan collectively rest their remains.

When the Dragon Clan’s life is about to end, they go to that small island to wait for death. That would surely increase the supply of Dragon Scales and Dragon Bones.

He intends to negotiate with the Dragon Queen about helping rebuild Dragon Village Island while also collecting the Dragon Scales of deceased Dragons.

He does not intend to disturb their remains; collecting Dragon Scales should be fine.

Of course, these are only his personal thoughts, and he has not yet discussed them with the Dragon Queen.

He worried she might get agitated.

"Are you sure, you want to give such a fine set to a little girl?" Brinston couldn’t help but ask again.

The excited Anjia turned around, glared and said angrily, "Old man, what are you talking about? What business is it of yours about matters of my home!"

"Hey, you little girl, you certainly don’t mince words," Brinston said, stroking his beard and glaring.

"How can you talk like that, not convinced, wanna fight?" Anjia doesn’t back down at all.

Dwarves have a temper, and the Fighting Tooth Clan is fearless as well.

Have you ever heard of a race nearly wiped out because they went around causing trouble?

Now, Anjia is the sole survivor left from the entire Fighting Tooth Clan.

Speaking of which, even dwarves might not have as big a temper as Anjia.

When Anjia gets angry, she dares to argue with the Dragon Queen; even Brinston might not dare to do that.

Seeing the two really about to start fighting, Fang Hao immediately stepped forward and stood between them.

Meanwhile, Little You sat on the side, her face full of glee, waiting for the drama to unfold.

"Stop arguing, it’s just a piece of equipment."

Both of them turned away sullenly, no longer continuing their quarrel.

Seeing that Fang Hao wasn’t changing his mind, Brinston didn’t say much more, since after all the materials were theirs, if they wanted to waste it, let them waste.

Two craftsmen were called from outside the door to begin taking measurements for Little You and Anjia.

The custom outfits are tailored to fit the body, all attributes and sizes matching personal requests.

Not like those mass-produced, which all come in the same sizes.

Anjia and Little You were busy.

Brinston showed a smile and said, "Come, I’ll show you something good."

"What?" Fang Hao followed him to a room next door.

The room wasn’t big, quite dirty and messy.

Covered in greasy stains, the table held various forging tools.

It looked like a workshop’s storage, cluttered with miscellaneous items.

"This your storeroom?" Fang Hao looked around.

"What storeroom, this is my workshop," the dwarf immediately retorted, eyes widening.

"Ah, now that you say so, it does look like it," Fang Hao nodded, surveying around.

A dwarf’s work isn’t just about forging.

For a craftsman at Brinston’s level, designing blueprints is necessary too.

He’s also a bit of an intellectual worker.

Otherwise, how could one achieve the level of a Grandmaster just by forging?

Ignoring his remarks, Brinston led him to the workbench.

As if holding a treasure, he took out a rune-covered square hammer from a wooden box under the table.

[Rune Forging Hammer (Orange)]

[Category: Forging hammer]

[Effect: Balances forging level, enhances finished product quality.]

(Description: Only skilled craftsmen are awarded the sacred forging hammer by the Fireside Clan.)

A hammer used by craftsmen can enhance the attribute quality of equipment.

For ordinary people, it’s not very useful, but for craftsmen, it’s an extremely important tool.

"An orange-colored forging hammer, pretty nice patterns on it," Fang Hao praised.

It wasn’t just a compliment; the patterns really were beautiful.

"Of course, these types of forging hammers haven’t appeared in a long time. To find one this well-preserved, I dare say you can’t find three in the whole world," the dwarf said with pride in his eyes.

Fang Hao understood immediately.

This was part of his collection, not what he uses for actual forging.

Before Fang Hao could also give some compliments.

The dwarf took out craftsman gloves, various master’s personal notes, signed portraits.

In total, quite a few collectibles, all related to craftwork.

This boils down to personal preference; if it were him, he definitely wouldn’t collect these.

He doesn’t even recognize the people in these portraits.

Better to draw a few bunny girls.

As the dwarf proudly introduced a bunch of them.

Fang Hao also cooperated perfectly, exclaiming, "Ah, this is from that great master," "Wow, this must be very hard to obtain," and so forth.

Letting ’Brinston’ satisfy his vanity, even feeling like he had made a like-minded friend.

After finishing the introduction, he put them back in the box and stuffed them under the table.

Then, while explaining how he collected these artifacts, he led Fang Hao out.

Just as they were about to leave the room.

Fang Hao’s peripheral vision suddenly caught a ’scarecrow’ hidden behind a pile of bookcases and miscellaneous items at the corner of the wall.

A scarecrow?

Placing a scarecrow in a workshop?

Made of straw, how could that be used?

He stopped walking, directly approached the cluttered corner, and moved a few things aside.

His gaze immediately went towards it, and its attributes instantly displayed.

[Straw Doppelganger (Orange)]

[Category: Substitute]

[Effect: Can replace the owner to withstand special types of damage.]

(Description: A dummy made of special materials, can mimic the owner’s aura, to confuse enemies or withstand special attacks.)