Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 817: Chapter 542: Get Ready

It was clear from Rebecca’s tone that she was relaxed.

The fact that not too many people had died this winter was indeed a cause for celebration.

“That’s good, with you as such a responsible City Lord, Lyss City will only get better and better,” Fang Hao immediately followed with a compliment.

Rebecca glared at him.

“Also, what favors did you grant the Priest ‘Miriam’? She’s been praising your contributions to the city dwellers in the Temple every day, you haven’t done anything to her, have you?” Rebecca asked in a lowered voice.

Fang Hao was speechless.

What does she mean by doing something to her?

Miriam could be her grandmother.

He cleared his throat and said, “Praising me is only right, haven’t my contributions to Lyss City been significant?”

“Hmm! Really, because of what?”

Rebecca knew Priest Miriam quite well.

A person with a somewhat austere and unapproachable character, even she had to be mindful of the priest’s feelings.

She couldn’t command her with a tone of authority to do anything.

Yet she spoke so highly of Fang Hao, it made one wonder what exactly had happened.

After thinking it over, Fang Hao felt there was no need to keep such matters secret.

Especially since Rebecca’s Loyalty towards him had reached 100 points.

He cleared his throat and said, “It’s nothing, Priest Miriam has a son, his situation is a bit special, I promised to grant her son the status of an ordinary citizen in the future.”

“A son? Has Miriam been married? How come I don’t know about this, your illegitimate child?”

“Are you sick, her son is even older than me, is your illegitimate child born before you were?” Fang Hao retorted and discreetly pinched her buttock with force.

The firm touch sent a thrilling sensation through him.

Startled by the sudden attack, Rebecca shivered and glared angrily.

She then stealthily glanced back at her trusted aides.

Seeing that they had maintained distance from her, with servants and Lizardmen in between,

Her racing heart finally began to settle a bit.

There was reproach on her face, yet also a sense of excitement from the brazenness of public daring.

She bit her lip and continued to walk outwards.

Upon reaching the great hall, Rebecca went to attend to her affairs while Fang Hao ascended another staircase.

…

Following the staircase, he arrived at a room on the second floor.

Standing before the room’s door, he knocked lightly.

The door opened, and Fang Hao entered with Demitrija.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains all drawn, with only a faint light seeping into the chamber.

“My lord, you’ve arrived.”

The murky shadows began to stir, gradually revealing a slender figure.

It was none other than his ghostly hero, Little You.

“Yes, Little You, I came to see how you are doing lately,” Fang Hao said with a smiling.

[Disaster Song-Hilda (Purple, Tier 4 Hero)]

Little You had astonishingly reached purple and had even climbed to Tier 4.

Fang Hao once again opened her attributes.

He discovered that Little You had completed the task of the twelve Swords of Absolution.

No wonder she had directly advanced to purple.

“Thank you for your concern, my lord, this place is very nice, and Miss Rebecca also tries to fulfill some of my requests,” Little You said in a soft voice.

She then sat down on a chair to the side.

“That’s good, there’s no more danger on Rebecca’s side, you’ll come back to my territory with me later, let’s talk more after this winter passes,” Fang Hao said.

“Yes, my lord.”

After discussing official matters, they chatted for a while.

Just when he was about to leave,

A ‘squeak’ sound came from below.

Looking down, he saw a Cranial Rat holding a folded piece of paper in its little paws, staring up at Fang Hao with big eyes.

Cranial Rat.

Fang Hao took the paper, unfolded it.

It listed the resources the Cranial Rat needed this time; food and some items for keeping warm.

In exchange, Fang Hao could have it provide information at any time,

Or ask it to go inquire about some specific matters.

Fang Hao didn’t refuse; he took up a pen and wrote that he would deliver the necessary resources to the entrance of the sewer by the afternoon.

After writing, he folded the paper back up and stuffed it into the Cranial Rat’s paw.

The Cranial Rat squeaked twice more, then turned and scurried into a hole in the floor beside.

In the afternoon.

Fang Hao went to the entrance to the sewer.

He exchanged for a certain amount of food and fur from the Book of Lords, delivering it to the hole’s location.

The food was roughly sufficient for the rats for a month.

What would follow would need to be exchanged for information.

Indeed, a promise couldn’t trade for a winter’s worth of food.

…

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

Fang Hao returned to the City Lord’s mansion, where the council hall was empty.

It seemed Rebecca had also completed her tasks.

After learning from a servant that Rebecca was in her room, he eagerly headed her way.

Rebecca stood by the window, gazing out at the snowflakes that floated and draped lightly.

Upon hearing footsteps behind her, before she could turn around, she felt a tightness around her waist.

A warm breath hit her side.

The rich scent of a man enveloped her, both above and below caught by his hands.

Rebecca was taken aback.

She glanced sideways, and upon seeing Fang Hao, her body immediately softened.

Her legs became somewhat unsteady, and her eyebrows furrowed lightly.

In a hushed tone, she said, “Fang Hao, what are you up to now?”

As Fang Hao wrapped his arms around her pliant body, his hands lingered, and he whispered in her ear, “Dear sister, it’s been more than two months since we’ve seen each other.”

Rebecca’s face flushed, her body went limp,

Yet deep down she was somewhat resistant to fooling around in broad daylight.