Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

After the minister finished speaking, the whole place fell silent instantly.

Even the business alliance can't mediate, and their last hope is gone.

Lu En, who was sitting on the throne, also turned pale at this time.

Is Gray Iron City about to be destroyed in his hands?

He has only been in this position for a few months.

"How is that possible? Don't they accept our compensation?" Luen asked hurriedly.

No one below answered.

In fact, at this point, things are already obvious.

The Merchant Alliance must have known which side the undead belonged to.

Otherwise, it would not be said that the other party does not accept compensation.

Obviously the undead have the advantage, so how can the other side end the war so easily?

Seeing that no one was speaking below, Lu En suppressed the anxiety in his heart and continued: "Is there any other solution? Countless soldiers die in this war every day, who can tell me how to end it. "

There was still silence below.

The ministers who were active in the past and rushed to show their talents in front of Luen all became mute in an instant.

All of them looked nervous and their eyes were wandering.

Who else can do anything but find a way out for themselves in their hearts.

They don't want to be buried here with this city.

"Speak!" Luen roared angrily.

Everyone looked suffocated.

A minister took a step forward and said tremblingly, "How about continuing the negotiations with the commander of the undead? We can let them set the conditions themselves. We must first keep the Gray Iron City."

As soon as this was said, many people loudly agreed.

If they don't like the conditions offered by their side, then let them speak for themselves.

Whatever they want, as long as they have it, just give it to them.

Hearing the discussion, another minister on the side sneered and said, "Go and talk. I'll see how you can get in touch with the other party's commander during a battle."

Ah this….

The ministers fell silent again.

Even if there is a secret passage out of Gray Iron City, no one can get close to the opponent's commander.

If you have this ability, you can directly assassinate him, so why negotiate?

"Is there any other way?" Lu En continued to ask.

The minister who had just retorted took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, if we can't negotiate, why not give it a try? I heard that the Faceless Man's hut provides assassination missions..."

He did not continue, but everyone knew what he meant.

The Faceless Man's hut is needed and rejected by every city.

The need is to inquire about information, and the rejection is due to fear that one's information will be leaked.

Many cities have begun to clear out the faceless men, and the same is true for Gray Iron City, but it seems that they have not been cleaned up yet.

Roen hesitated, "The faceless men in the city have been cleared."

"My lord, don't worry about this. I know a friend who can contact the Faceless Man. It depends on whether His Majesty will consider it." The minister said very carefully, looking directly at Lu En, who was above him.

Everyone felt that something was wrong with this minister.

This state, this tone.

The faceless man you can contact is you!

Lu En turned his eyes and snorted coldly, "Humph, the faceless men are the common enemy of all races, as hateful as the undead. There is no need to mention this matter again. I will never ask them for help."

Being scolded, the minister did not speak and stepped back.

The rest of the people also said a few words each.

Basically, there are just a few tricks over and over again, but there is no effective method.

The discussion was fruitless and the discussion ended after a short wait.

…

And when everyone left.

In the study room of the palace.

Lu En didn't wait long before he saw an attendant leading a minister come in from the back door.

"Your Majesty." The minister saluted.

Luen nodded and said softly: "Do you have any contact channels regarding the faceless men?"

The minister did not hide it, "Yes."

Lu En took a deep breath and continued: "How much money is needed to assassinate the opponent's commander? All the money we have is used to purchase supplies, and there is not much left."

The minister showed a smile and said softly, "Your Majesty, a faceless person doesn't want money."

Lu En frowned, "You don't want money? What do you want?"

Now he was sure that this minister was from the Faceless Men.

But now I can't touch him, and I still have to count on him to save Gray Iron City.

However, not asking for money is more serious than asking for money.

"The Faceless Men want your majesty to join the Faceless Men and become one of them. Accordingly, the Faceless Men will help you solve the problem, assassinate the opponent's commander, and even investigate the person behind the scenes, and then kill him as well." The minister said in a tone. Plain and confident.

Roen felt a surge of anger instantly.

This was naked coercion, forcing him to join the Faceless Men.

After he became the Faceless Man, the entire Gray Iron City and the dwarves were in the hands of the Faceless Man.

These damn reptiles, the Faceless Men, have such great ambitions.

In anger, Lu En was about to strike, but his hand fell again.

What can he do now?

If Gray Iron City is occupied by the undead, would it be any better than joining the Faceless Men?

At least the Faceless Men can still talk about it. The undead will chase you and fight to the death.

There was silence for a long time.

As the sun sets, luminous stones illuminate the room.

Luen said nothing, and the minister waited silently.

Two or three hours passed.

Luen finally sighed, like a deflated ball, without the energy he had before.

His tone also showed exhaustion, "I can promise you, but our deal will only be established after killing the opponent's commander."

The minister smiled, "Of course, Your Majesty, but before we act, we can sign a contract first."

After saying that, he took out a scroll from his arms.

Luen's pupils narrowed.

He was ready, the Faceless Man had calculated everything, but as a king, he became the most powerless person.

The content of the contract is very simple. After killing the undead commander, Rune will become a member of the Faceless Men.

Runen picked up the pen and signed his name on it.

Once the contract is reached, it disappears instantly.

Lu En continued: "Okay, I hope you can see the results in these two days. You don't want to die in the city."

The minister nodded, "This is natural. The higher-ups will arrange personnel to solve this matter."

"Hmph, that's best."

"Then, Your Majesty, please rest and I won't disturb you."

After the minister finished speaking, he exited the study directly.

Luen was left alone, sitting at the desk, looking out the window dully, with the sound of gunfire ringing in his ears.

…

The next day.

The sun shines in through the window, casting a warm glow.

Fang Hao woke up from his dream.

Under the warm blankets, Yi'er, Anjia, and Xiaobai were still sleeping soundly.

The magic dragon potion strengthened all aspects of his body's abilities.

Even in a wheel battle, Fang Hao had the upper hand.

The next day I woke up feeling energetic.

Rubbing his eyes, he first looked at the Book of Lords, but there was no new news.

He passed over the three sleeping people and got out of bed to wash up.

When we got downstairs, the maids had already gotten up.

He was holding the door frame and looking inside.

"What's wrong?" Fang Hao was curious.

"Anjia didn't get up?" the maids asked hurriedly.

Well, Fang Hao understood, otherwise An Jia would have taken them to train at this time.

Fang Hao thought for a moment and said, "You guys should rest this morning and continue training in the afternoon."

"Okay!" someone cheered.

Just as he spoke, the maid on the side covered his mouth and said hurriedly: "Shut up, what if I wake up An Jia?"

"That's right, hurry up and get out of here."

All the maids hurriedly whispered.

The rabbit maids are actually not very old, they are generally seventeen or eighteen years old, or even younger.

This age, in the modern world, is the time to be beautiful and playful.

It's a pity that this world can't do it. Reality forces you to mature.

Fang Hao stopped them and said, "Let's do this. If any of you can advance to the eighth level, he will be rewarded with 100 gold coins, 50 beautiful clothes, and a box of cosmetics. The one who can be promoted to a hero will have a separate building." Buildings, a separate hot spring, and enough salary every month, you can go to the city and buy whatever you want.”

Wow~!

The maids have big mouths.

Training also gives rewards.

"Really!"

"Of course it is true, but there is a time limit. Within one year, there will be no reward after one year." Fang Hao said immediately.

"What about us, Master, can we do it too?" The fox girl on the side also asked hurriedly.

"Of course, if this news continues to be announced, and if you are a hero, I will let you go to the city to play every week."

The maids' eyes widened with yearning on their faces.

After discussing it in a low voice, he immediately ran down to spread the news.

After a while.

When Fang Hao came back, he saw the maid going upstairs and pulling down the dazed An Jia.

He said he had to train no matter what, which made An Jia confused.

…

Lysis, temple.

The old priest Miriam, wearing an animal skin cloak, stood in the middle of the open space in front of the temple.

Behind him are carts of supplies shipped last night.

In front, there were people standing in the city.

In winter, these people become sallow and thin, and their bodies tremble uncontrollably when the cold wind blows.

Miriam raised the wooden stick in her hand and knocked hard on the side of the car, "Be quiet, listen to me, everyone be quiet."

The crowd below gradually became quiet, and all raised their heads to look at the old but energetic Priest Miriam.

I don’t know when this stubborn and mean old priest started.

He seems to have become younger and his condition is much better.

Wait for everyone to calm down.

Only then did Miriam speak loudly: "Every winter is a test for mankind. Cold and hunger will take away our relatives, friends, and even ourselves, but most people are powerless."

The people below all lowered their heads.

Those who got up so early and gathered in the temple were not the nobles in the city.

These people, suffering from cold and hunger, sought help from the temple.

But winter is long, and they also know that it is often difficult for people like them to survive this winter.

Miriam continued: "In order to allow everyone to spend this winter, the great city lord has posted many jobs in the city, recruiting militia, and city construction. As long as you don't be lazy and slippery, you can still receive wages for two meals a day. .”

Lord City Lord?

Everyone, look at me and I look at you.

Is Priest Miriam confused?

Why didn't I mention the gift of the God of Light today, but the great city lord?

profound!

Yes, how can the gods see their suffering!

"Priest Miriam, it's freezing cold here. How can we build a city? We can't even dig the soil." Someone immediately said loudly.

Miriam looked down at the dirty boy in the crowd.

A smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"You can think of it, but the city lord and his wife can't think of it? Many people need this job to survive this winter."

Speaking of this, except for the very stupid people, everyone else understands the meaning.

The purpose of arranging these jobs at this time is to arrange a job for more people.

"Oh I see."

Miriam looked at everyone again and said loudly: "Did you see the carriage behind me? These are supplies sent by the city lord. After registration and identity verification, each family can receive furs and herbs to keep out the cold for the winter. "

"Really? Can you still get it for free?"

The more Miriam talked, the less people believed her.

No matter whether it is the God of Light or the nobles in the city, who cares about the life and death of the people below.

This year has been pretty good.

There were no bandits in the nearby villages, otherwise a large number of shacks would have been set up outside the city.

Frozen corpses can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Not only did no bandits appear this year, the new lord of Lysis City actually sent supplies.

This... is too fake!

Miriam was not angry, and said calmly: "The city lord is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see everyone suffer, okay! Line up to register, get the supplies, go to the temple to thank the city lord's statue, and then you can go home. Yes, we are here to surround you."

Residents immediately formed a long line.

Start collecting winter supplies in an orderly manner.

Then he entered the temple, knelt before the stone statue of the city lord, thanked him, and discussed leaving the temple together.

Except for a few people who were caught in the complicated queue, everything went smoothly for everyone else.

Everyone was also nagging that the Lord City Lord was different from other nobles.

The same thing happened in the temples of all the attached cities.

Distributing furs and herbs to those who have difficulty surviving the winter, there is no requirement, just kneel down and thank the statue in the temple.

Whether they are humans, orcs, or thick-skinned trolls, no one will refuse free items.

Is it nothing more than kneeling down and kowtow!

…

Eight Peaks Mountain.

late at night.

The deafening artillery fire continued, and the earth kept shaking.

The firelight that shot up into the sky from time to time reflected a figure running quickly.

She was wearing black clothes, and a black mask covered her face, leaving only a pair of purple eyes.

Like a dark elf, every time she stops, her figure disappears in the darkness.

But the skeleton soldiers passing by were not aware of it.

She darted through the darkness.

When he came to a tent sewn with animal skins, he stopped.

Hidden in the darkness, silently observing the scene ahead.

Surrounding the tent were spirit-bound guards glowing with green fire.

This kind of intelligent undead is very likely to detect her traces.

But it's not a big problem.

The Shadow Killer swayed and disappeared into the darkness again.

Bang bang!

With the sound of distant artillery bombardment, she smashed the heads of two skeletons.

The soul fire quickly extinguished.

Immediately afterwards, the second round of gunfire cleared out the two guards again.

This tent was completely defenseless.

There was a sneer on the shadow killer's lips, he pulled up a corner of the tent and got in.

Avoiding the traps arranged around him, he quietly entered the tent.

He took out the serrated dagger from his waist.

Stab the sleeping person on the bed.

puff!

The sound of flesh penetration was heard, and the sword blade reached the handle.

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