Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1249 - 840 Giant Temple

Even more so than the Dragon Queen, knowing to suggest some matching equipment.

“You can wear items from the Church?” Fang Hao asked curiously.

“As long as it’s an adornment with added resistances without any special effects, we can wear them too,” Isabella stated.

“Alright, I will arrange to get them ready in the next couple of days,” Fang Hao said, pulling out pen and paper and noting down the names of the two pieces of jewelry.

As for other defensive gear, Isabella hadn’t offered any special recommendations.

Both the Dragon Queen and Isabella were seasoned demigods, surely possessing fine equipment; what Fang Hao could gather in a short time wouldn’t likely compare to theirs.

So, he just noted the two pieces of jewelry.

Afterwards, the group made small talk for a while, and Fang Hao also inquired about Isabella’s housing preferences.

Isabella, on the other hand, didn’t plan to live with her daughter.

So, Fang Hao built her a Stone Tower.

And he promised both demigods, if they wished to reside here, he would build an even larger estate for the two of them.

The two exchanged looks, but neither committed to a decision.

The construction was completed.

The three demigods, however, didn’t plan on resting just yet.

Despite the dark skies, the Undead district was still bustling.

After a brief discussion, they decided to go there for tea and cards.

…

The next day, in the morning.

After breakfast, Eira and a group of maids, slightly dolled up, gathered together excitedly.

Eira had discussed with him last night about taking a day off for the maids and touring the city with them.

Fang Hao didn’t refuse; indeed, the maids had undergone rather strenuous training lately.

A stroll around town to clear their minds seemed like a good idea.

Once ready, Eira waved goodbye and led the group of maids to the Teleportation Array.

Approaching noon.

The light screen of the Trade Alliance’s teleportation shimmered to life, and a well-dressed Goblin slowly stepped out from the glow.

Skeleton merchant Doujin quickly approached and whispered, “Sir, how may I address you?”

The Goblin straightened his collar, his head held high, and said, “I am ‘Clemente,’ in charge of the central office matters of the Trade Alliance. I’ve come to discuss the matter of compensation with Lord Fang Hao.”

“Oh, so it’s Mr. Clemente. Right this way, please; I will take you to him,” Doujin said, gesturing politely.

Without further ado, the Goblin followed him along.

They weren’t headed to the lord’s residence, but toward the east, out of the city and into a garden-like area.

They passed through a narrow stone arcade and a flowerbed.

Just as the Goblin began to grow impatient, wondering where they were going,

Doujin had already led him to a stone pavilion, speaking softly, “Dragon Queen, Clemente from the Trade Alliance has arrived, and since Lord Fang Hao is occupied at the moment, we ask for your attention.”

Dragon Queen?

What is all this about?

The Goblin took a couple of steps forward to look past the foliage blocking his view.

He saw a familiar face, wearing a golden dress, sitting solemnly inside the pavilion, focused on a set of bone tiles.

“Let him in,” came the indifferent voice.

Doujin nodded and whispered to the Goblin, “Mr. Clemente, since Lord Fang Hao is unavailable today, please discuss the matter of compensation with the Dragon Queen.”

By now, the Goblin was inwardly cursing.

Since when did you two start colluding?

The Dragon Queen, known for her strong presence, already caused his heart to race from a distance.

Yet at this point, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

And the moment he set foot on the stone steps, his body lurched to a halt.

Being in charge of managing the Trade Alliance’s partnerships, he had seen and interacted with leaders of various forces both directly and indirectly.

Now, seated at the small stone table inside the pavilion,

were three elegant women, three demigods.

And they all watched him with a cold gaze, as if three monumental pressures formed into giant hands, reaching for his heart.

Squeezing incessantly.

It made even breathing feel extraordinarily difficult.

“An honor to meet you, Dragon Queen, Lady Isabella, and the beautiful young woman,” Clemente quickly realized and bowed respectfully.

“Is the compensation ready? Let me see!” the Dragon Queen commanded.

“Oh, yes, we’ve reassessed the responsibilities, and here’s the updated figure,” the Goblin said, producing several sheets of paper and handing them over.

The Dragon Queen flicked through to the end, looking at the sum.

Fang Hao was to compensate the Trade Alliance with one hundred and twenty million, the Dragon Clan with one hundred and thirty million, and the Trade Alliance would bear a cost of fifty million.

The Trade Alliance bearing costs had no real significance.

It simply meant discounting fifty million from the compensation for both parties.

“The price is unreasonable. The Trade Alliance instigated and fanned the flames, so it should bear the primary responsibility. Go back and discuss it properly before bringing it to us,” the Dragon Queen casually tossed the papers back.

The Goblin scrambled to pick them up from the ground.

He hesitated but dared not say more.

Discussing the issue with three demigods playing cards here definitely warranted a serious reevaluation back at the Alliance.

“Alright, I will convey the Dragon Queen’s thoughts back to headquarters, and once there is any new development, I will inform you again,” the Goblin said.

The Dragon Queen waved her hand, and the Goblin scurried away hurriedly.

It took him a while to find the way out.

He needed to return to the Trade Alliance as quickly as possible to deliver the news.

In Fang Hao’s territory, three Demigods were playing cards and drinking afternoon tea.

The layout of the world had truly changed.

…

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In the Lord’s hall.

The Lord of Succubus – Yezabeth, strode in briskly.

“Lord, you called for me?”

Fang Hao nodded and said, “I need you to publish a few commissions at the tavern.”

“Of course, Lord, speak,” said the Demon Monarch, her expression also turning grave.

“First, put a bounty on the location of the Temple of the God of Deception, and the second is a bounty on heads, both ordinary believers and Temple Priests, with different prices for each,” Fang Hao stated directly.

Money was no object, as long as it could cause trouble for the other party.

It was all to his advantage.

After listening, the Demon Monarch’s brow furrowed slightly as she went over the two commissions in her mind.

She said softly, “Putting a bounty on the temple location is hard to verify, and bounties on heads might lead to the slaughtering of innocent people to pass them off as believers.”

This caused Fang Hao to frown.

What use was knowing the temple location if he couldn’t lead troops to attack it in someone else’s territory?

And bounties on heads were even harder to judge.

Kill a bunch of ordinary people and claim they were followers? Believe it or not?

With such high rewards, it was inevitable that people would murder innocents to claim the reward.

In the end, it was difficult to carry out both objectives.

Fang Hao thought for a moment and continued, “Then just put a bounty on capturing the Priests of the God of Deception, alive.”

Capturing Priests at least wouldn’t lead people to kill ordinary citizens.

The Demon Monarch considered it and nodded, “That can be done, Lord. How much is the bounty?”

Too little would be ineffective.

“One person, ten million Warfire Coins for confirmed identity.”

The Demon Monarch’s eyes widened in disbelief.

That amount was enough to equip an army, wasn’t it a bit too much for a bounty?

“Lord, isn’t the amount somewhat high? Perhaps these Priests are just ordinary people,” the Demon Monarch suggested quietly.

Fang Hao shook his head, “No need, it’ll only be posted for a few days. Can’t be afraid to spend money when it’s crucial.”

“Alright then!” the Demon Monarch agreed.

“Good, and, I would also like to buy a pendant called ‘Sanctuary Talisman’ and a ring called ‘Eternal Heart,’ so keep an eye out for them for me.”

“As you wish, Lord.”

Seeing that Fang Hao had no other business, the Demon Monarch also took her leave promptly.

…

Another day passed.

Whoosh!

Gale-force winds whipped up flying sand, tumbling like surging waves in the endless sea of sand.

Fang Hao, cloaked in a cape, stood atop a dune, looking at the pit that had been unearthed ahead.

On either side of the sandpit were stone walls constructed by transmigrators’ strength.

These were to prevent the sandpit from collapsing and covering the entrance.

Beneath the vast sandpit was a hole that had been opened and led to a dark abyss.

“According to the map, this is the entrance,” Cleolando shouted loudly, standing nearby.

The howling wind meant that only a louder voice could be heard clearly.

Fang Hao nodded in understanding.

After several explorations, he had gained some knowledge of the area.

Many buildings were buried under the desert, meaning the original ground level was far below today’s height, later buried by sand.

So, whenever they went down, they were actually at the roof level of a structure.

“Have you sent people down yet?” Fang Hao asked directly.

“Not yet. We informed you as soon as we found the entrance,” Cleolando immediately replied.

Fang Hao nodded, snapped his fingers, and a Thunder Spirit Owl formed from lightning coalesced beside him.

The Thunder Spirit Owl flew down through the black entrance.

It descended into the darkness and soon found a passage leading downward.

Upon entering the passage, a vast and exaggeratedly large hall suddenly brightened before his eyes.

A massive Nightstone was placed in the center of the hall.

Illuminating the entire hall.

On either side stood towering Giant statues, sword in hand and rooted to the ground.

Giant Temple?

Wasn’t this map obtained from an Undead Necropolis?

How did it involve the Giant Clan now?

Whoosh!

After a lap, the Thunder Spirit dissipated, and the vision vanished.

On the desert surface, Cleolando curiously asked, “How is it? Any dangers?”

Fang Hao shook his head, “Below seems to be a palace of the Giant Clan; so far, I haven’t spotted any enemies.”

Cleolando’s brow furrowed, covering a scarf that was about to blow away, and said, “What do we do now?”

“Prepare rope ladders; we’re going down.”