Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

After dinner,

Outside the Lord's mansion, came the laughter and playful shouts of the maids.

Now, the main city had gained 50 new maids, all young girls recruited from Rabbitmen Village and Foxmen Village.

Assigned some simple cleaning tasks, they spent the majority of their time training at Blackstone training ground.

Moreover, they were required to visit the Temple mornings and evenings to sing praises of Lord Fang Hao's glory.

There was no helping it, as some aspects of loyalty and faith could indeed be instilled through a form of brainwashing.

Furthermore, Fang Hao did provide them with a stable life and ample food.

Offering a few words of praise was hardly coercion.

Within the Lord's mansion.

Fang Hao sat upon the White Bone throne, peeking at the world channel.

"Selling demon materials now, interested parties send offers."

"Anyone in 'Seltz City'? Looking for a referral to an underground brothel, I can pay a reward. If any brother has connections, DM me."

"Teaming up to fight pirates on Kucha Island, anyone wants to join?"

"Troll purple gear for trade, looking for blue equipment, DM if interested..."

Seeing this message, Fang Hao paused the scrolling information.

Someone was actually trading purple gear for blue gear.

But as soon as he saw it was Troll equipment, Fang Hao immediately understood the reason.

From a recent Divine Territory quest, all transmigrators had acquired a large amount of Troll and Giant purple gear.

This had managed to drive down the market prices for Troll gear within the Trade Alliance several notches.

Moreover, most people still had a lot of this equipment they couldn't sell, left unused in their possession.

Fang Hao thought for a moment, opened his shop, and added a new exchange condition under blue equipment: "any purple gear."

The basic blue gear was usually made from iron blocks or white steel materials.

But in the purple range, there was fine iron and mithril; after trading and breaking them down, he couldn't lose out.

As soon as he adjusted the settings, people began to make exchanges, and the number was not small.

It seemed that these items had been a burden for the transmigrators for too long.

Tap tap!

At this moment, the sound of running footsteps came from right outside the door.

Just as he looked up, he saw the child-faced giant, Millie, dragging along another child-faced giant, Beata, bursting into the room with excitement.

Upon seeing Fang Hao sitting in the hall, their laughter abruptly halted, and their smiles stiffened on their faces.

"Eh, um... Master, didn't you go out?" Millie whispered.

"I could hear your silly laughter from miles away. You'll turn Beata silly as well," Fang Hao closed the Book of Lords.

"Hmph, I'm much smarter than Beata!" Millie muttered.

Hearing this, Beata pinched Millie's hand firmly in protest.

"What are you two doing?" Fang Hao continued to ask.

"Oh! Beata wanted to have a look at the backyard of the Lord's mansion, so I brought her over," Millie said.

"No, no, I was just asking casually," Beata quickly waved her hands in denial.

Fang Hao nodded, "Go have a look, and Beata, come to me when you're done. I have something to discuss with you."

"Okay," Millie quickly agreed, and once again pulled Beata rushing into the backyard.

They were back in no time.

After all, the backyard wasn't very large, nothing special, just some flowers and grass planted around.

Upon their return to the hall, seeing that Fang Hao had something private to discuss with Beata,

Millie said her goodbyes and left early.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Beata asked in a low voice, looking away.

Fang Hao picked two cups of fruit wine from the wine cellar and handed one to her, "How have you been coping recently?"

"Pretty well!"

It was much more fun than at Mount Dragon Peak.

Like the maids, Beata now had the same routines and didn't hibernate anymore, venturing out with Millie as soon as day broke.

Patrolling, training, visiting the amusement park, or helping dig canals.

In any case, there was always endless work to do.

Much more entertaining than sleeping.

"Right, has the Dragon Queen contacted you recently?" Fang Hao asked.

"She contacted me a couple of days ago. You looking for her?"

"No, she's always picking a fight, what is she going to do, come and beat me up? I'm just saying, if you're homesick, you can go back to visit. With the teleportation array, you'll be able to return anytime."

Beata pouted, angrily saying, "Don't talk about my mother that way. If I want to go back, I'll tell you."

Fang Hao nodded, then took a necklace from the Book of Lords and tossed it to her, "This is for you."

[Wrathful Rage (Orange)]

[Effect: All attributes +5%, 'Dragon Breath' range +18% and damage +25% when wearing 'Wrathful Rage'.]

This was a pendant obtained after conquering Mount Dragon Peak and cracking open a treasure chest.

He had intended to give it to Beata from the beginning, but due to the strained relationship with the Dragon Clan at the time, and Beata's frequent temper tantrums,

he'd delayed the gift until now.

She seemed to be in a good mood these past few days, so now was the perfect time to hand it to her.

Beata caught it, her eyes wide with surprise, "For me? What do you mean by this?"

"I thought it would suit you well. Don't you like it?" Fang Hao looked at her.

[Silvermoon Spear - Beata's loyalty increases by 10 points, current loyalty 90.]

As expected, her loyalty went up by 10 points.

After hesitating for a moment, Beata accepted the necklace, "Well, thank you!"

Her cheeks and neck were already blushing slightly.

"Sure, if you need anything, feel free to come see me."

"Okay, okay, if there's nothing else, I'll be heading back now," Beata said, hastily leaving the place.

Ah? She's leaving just like that?

He had wanted to say a bit more to boost her loyalty.

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs, and Rolana, wearing a purple loose-fitting nightgown, appeared at the top of the stairway.

She looked at him and said coolly, "Upstairs, time to rest!"

...

The next day.

Undead Desert, Cleolando Territory.

Before the teleportation light screen, Cleolando stood there silently waiting with her heroes.

Soon, the light screen flickered brilliantly.

A woman's figure slowly stepped out from it.

Woman?

There appeared a woman with slightly dark skin, draped in a heavy bear skin, before everyone's eyes.

She wore armor, with a broadsword hanging on one side of her waist and a revolver on the other.

Damn...!

Revolver?

Since when did this world have revolvers?

And it's a desert; what are you doing wearing bear skin?

[Gray Bear-Reed (Green Rank Three Hero)]

So she was a Green Rank Hero.

"Are you Ms. Cleolando?" Gray Bear initiated the conversation.

"Oh, yes," Cleolando quickly responded.

Gray Bear nodded and continued, "The Lord has sent me here in advance, if it's convenient for you, could you take me to see that tomb?"

Cleolando understood this was a scouting mission.

This world's number one, truly cautious.

Cleolando revealed a smile and said, "Of course it's convenient. The journey is not a short one; I will have my people make preparations, and then we can immediately go."

"Perfect!"

Gray Bear was taken to the lord's residence for hospitality, while the others began to prepare the necessary items for the departure.

By noon, the military and camels were ready.

Cleolando then said, "It's about a two-day journey. Let's go!"

For anyone else,

Cleolando wouldn't bother to entertain, let alone spend two days leading them to see some graveyard.

But there was no helping it; it was Fang Hao.

The one who fought with the Dragon Queen and destroyed the entire Trade Alliance's residence yet emerged unscathed.

She had to draw closer to such a person.

Not to mention taking a trip with them.

In fact, she had even dolled up today, waiting to make a good impression on Fang Hao.

Pity that the main character didn't come.

"Alright," Gray Bear agreed.

Everyone mounted the camels and set out from the city into the distance.

...

To the east of Pruell City, in a village.

The normally sparsely populated village had seen an influx of people lately.

Inside a simple wooden house, a slightly overweight man and a young girl sat on either side of a wooden table, with several guards around them.

"We've been here for three days; what exactly are these people planning to do?" the girl asked anxiously.

"I don't know what they're up to, but more and more people are arriving," the man replied after pouring himself a glass of water.

They had been following this church for two days.

During these two days, people kept gathering, all from the surrounding cities.

Moreover, the identities of these individuals were quite uniform, including thieves, swindlers, murderers, and zealots.

What good could come from a gathering of such people?

"Is there a chance to escape?" the girl continued.

"I heard we'll be leaving soon. We might have a chance to escape along the way and flee back to Lyss City."

"Good!"

Creak—!

At that moment, the door opened, and a tall, thin transmigrator entered.

He sat down next to them and gulped down some water.

Then, he lowered his voice and said, "I've got some news."

"Uh, what news?"

The three huddled closer together, and the tall man continued, "These people worship the God of Deception, and this time, they've received a divine message to gather all the followers from the surrounding cities."

"To do what?" the girl asked.

"To slay a god!"

The other two were taken aback.

"Slay a god? Which god, the God of Light?" the overweight man inquired.

Lowering his voice even further, the tall man replied, "No, it's a newly ascended deity. It's said to be to the north, waiting now for other followers to arrive from various places before attacking the enemy's location."

Hearing this, the other two frowned.

What earth-shattering quest had they stumbled into?

This was now a war between deities, something not even the top-ranked Fang Hao could possibly reach, right?

"Hang on, can a siege really kill a deity? Do gods live in cities?" the girl suddenly questioned.

The tall man smiled faintly, "I asked the same question, and he said it was first to destroy the foundation of faith; he couldn't explain the specifics."

"So, are we going to keep participating?" the girl asked again.

The tall man said, "I feel we're safe for now. We can follow and see. Such a quest might yield great rewards."

After a quiet discussion, they made a decision.

"Okay, we'll follow and see how it goes."

...

Two days later.

Undead Desert.

The camel caravan slowly came to a halt.

Cleolando shaded her eyes with her hand and looked off into the distance, "Ms. Reed, over there is our destination, 'Yacolan Tombfields.'"

Reed looked where indicated and saw a solitary spire jutting out of the endless desert, tilted at a 45-degree angle with sand burying its midpoint.

"Mm, just one moment, Ms. Cleolando," said Gray Bear, before closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, there was a glint in her gaze.

Gray Bear spoke again, but her tone and language had changed, "Cleolando, why is there only one tower!"