Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 991 - 612, The Last Day_3

"Really? What could Rebecca have that would sway the five giants?"

"Money? Resources?"

"What money could Lyss City have, a peripheral small city."

A few people were discussing, and had Grigorya not been present, even uglier things might have been said.

After a while of chatting,

Groot and others finally stood up and said, "Chairwoman Grigorya, we still need to talk with other legislators, we will not disturb you further."

Grigorya nodded, "Yes, go ahead."

The group stood up and left.

Once everyone had left, Grigorya also stood up and walked outside.

She had just reached the door,

when she saw an Attendant of the association hurrying in.

As soon as he saw Grigorya, he spoke up, "Chairwoman Grigorya, this was sent by Lord Fang Hao, asking if you can confirm whether this is your item."

With that, a small wooden box was presented to her.

Grigorya frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

The other party still hadn’t given up—this was an attempt at a bribe.

"Open it," Grigorya commanded.

The Attendant forcefully opened the wooden box.

Both looked inside, it wasn’t the expected Warfire Card or some precious item,

but an old, rusty pendant necklace; the thin chain on the pendant was rotted away, only leaving behind the metallic circular pendant, lonely inside the wooden box.

"What’s this?" Grigorya frowned even deeper.

A special feeling arose in her heart.

She picked up the pendant and gently touched the edge, indeed finding a protrusion.

Instinctively, she pressed it.

Click!

The pendant sprang open, revealing the compartment inside.

In the middle of the compartment, four characters ’Grigorya’ were engraved.

Grigorya’s pupils dilated suddenly, her hand subconsciously tightened its grip on the old silver pendant.

A wave of long-sealed memories suddenly surfaced in her mind.

She remembered—this was her father’s.

It had been many years since she had seen her father.

A long-suppressed sorrow surged up from the depths of her heart.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, "You said Fang Hao sent this over?"

"Yes."

"Where is he?" Grigorya asked.

"A guard brought it over, saying if it belongs to you, to return it to you, otherwise, he would take it back," the Attendant explained.

Grigorya remained silent, her hand still tightly grasping the pendant.

After a long silence, she finally said, "Prepare the carriage, we’re going to Fang Hao’s place."

"Yes, Chairwoman!"

...

Night fell.

The Dragon Ascend Tavern.

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At this moment, the private room on the third floor was filled with people.

Everyone was toasting and bustling with noise.

As the organizer, ’Hubert’ then gently knocked on the table, capturing everyone’s attention.

He then declared loudly, "Gentlemen, the matter of the sixth Upper Senate member is critical—we must stand united. If Rebecca enters the Upper Senate, none of us will have good days ahead."

The people below were all local representatives of the legislature.

Rebecca had met and talked to some of them, while others she hadn’t met.

Now, Hubert had gathered them again to revisit this matter.

They exchanged glances.

One person spoke up, "Rest assured, Hubert, unless that little lady spends a night with me, there’s no way I’ll agree."

"Rebecca wanting to enter the Upper Senate is a mere fantasy."

"Exactly, let alone the Upper Senate, she might not even make it through the Lower Senate."

Seeing that everyone largely shared the same sentiment, Hubert also showed a smile.

He continued, "Then it’s settled, no one casts that vote."

"Agreed, it’s decided."

"We cannot let this woman enter the Upper Senate."

...

The Hall of Justice.

The hall was brightly lit.

Dordy sipped his tea and asked softly, "Archbishop, what brings you here at this time? Do you have something important to discuss?"

Archbishop Milton, sitting across from him,

"It’s still about tomorrow’s council. I presume Rebecca also promised you some goods, what is the Hall of Justice’s stance?" Milton asked softly.

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Dordy glanced at him.

"Promising support with some dwarf machinery. What has she promised the church?"

"Clothings and armors, and not a small quantity," Milton set down his teacup.

"These sound about right. What does the Archbishop suggest?"

"I think, we should not let her enter the Upper Senate."