Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead
Chapter 1440 - 1010, What Smell

"Two? Why are there still two of them?" The Dragon Queen descended the stairs and sat off to the side.

Fang Hao took two out of his storage space and placed them on the table.

"One belongs to the Orc Yellow Bull, and the other to the Troll Demigod."

For these two Divinities, the Dragon Queen had been involved, but the Yellow Bull Demigod's Divinity had been in storage for too long.

Apart from Fang Hao, few others remembered it anymore.

"Oh, that bull? Actually, Divinity doesn't have much impact on racial abilities. Using it for the heroes within the territory won't make much of a difference either." The Dragon Queen spoke casually as she sat nearby.

Fang Hao nodded, agreeing with her perspective. Instead of keeping it unused, it was better to give it to someone else.

"Who do you think would be a good fit for it?"

"You decide. Pick someone you trust, someone with potential who could be beneficial to the territory."

Fang Hao could rely on loyalty as a measure for trustworthiness.

As for someone who could help the territory...

This criterion was actually harder to determine, as everyone had different roles and excelled in different areas.

"Is there anyone suitable from the Dragon Clan? I can allocate one to you," Fang Hao continued.

The Dragon Queen thought for a moment and said, "That could work. If so, Mount Dragon Peak would have two Demigods, which might ease relations between us. When the time comes, I can assign Dragon Clan heroes to help defend some of your subsidiary regions."

The Dragon Clan had quite a number of Dark Gold and Orange-tier heroes.

Having them under Fang Hao's command would make for a formidable force.

This would bolster the combat power of the entire territory.

"You pick one first. For the remaining one, I'll check with Rolana to see if the Blood Clan needs one."

The Dragon Queen directly picked up the Troll Demigod's Divinity, leaving behind the one belonging to the Yellow Bull.

Fang Hao looked at her quizzically, thinking to himself, Didn't you just say Divinity doesn't affect heroes much?

Why did you still choose the Troll's?

He kept these thoughts to himself and instead asked, "Who are you planning to give it to?"

"The Blue Dragon elder."

"Big Blue or Little Blue?"

Mount Dragon Peak had two Dark Gold Blue Dragons: one was a male dragon and the other was an ice-element female dragon with short hair.

Fang Hao had met the female dragon several times, as she had once served as Beata's personal guard.

"Stop calling them Big Blue and Little Blue. Always giving people nicknames," the Dragon Queen grumbled, taking a sip from his teacup before adding, "It's not Landslett. She only recently became Dark Gold and isn't yet considered an elder."

Fang Hao had only met the other Blue Dragon elder once.

The elder's Dragon Breath could turn enemies into glass-like sculptures, a unique variation of petrification.

Sweeping through targets, everything along the path would shatter into crystalline debris.

It was undoubtedly one of the Dragon Clan's special types.

"What about Beata? After receiving the blessing, she's also reached Dark Gold now," Fang Hao suggested.

"The Troll's Divinity is more likely to enhance physical strength, which wouldn't suit her. If she turns into a muscle-bound simpleton, that wouldn't be ideal."

Imagining Beata in a dazed, brawny form, Fang Hao couldn't help but shiver.

"Alright, you have a point there."

The two discussed for a while. Fang Hao glanced at the rainy scene outside the window.

Then he proposed, "Why don't we go to the Trade Alliance for some shopping? Looks like this rain won't be stopping anytime soon."

The Dragon Queen studied him for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Alright, let me go change my outfit."

When she descended again, the Dragon Queen was dressed in an off-white long dress and a sun hat.

It seemed like she was trying to avoid being recognized by the Trade Alliance members; her attire had changed from the previous day.

Maintaining a certain distance between them, the two headed toward the teleportation portal.

...

Vision returned as the teleportation veil cleared, revealing their arrival at the Trade Alliance.

Sure enough, the sun was shining brightly here. Butterflies danced among the flower bushes, which were tended by Flower Demons trimming branches.

The streets bustled with humans, full of liveliness.

The pair naturally held hands, strolling along the lively streets.

They looked just like a couple deeply in love, walking closely together.

After walking and window-shopping for a while, Fang Hao suddenly stopped in front of the Fire Hammer Shop.

"What's the matter?" the Dragon Queen asked.

"Since we're passing by, I might as well check on the equipment we sent for repairs."

After their previous battle, several pieces of equipment had been sent here for repairs.

Normally, Eira handled these matters, but since Fang Hao happened to be nearby and had time to spare, he decided to check for himself.

"Let's go!"

Upon entering the shop, Fang Hao presented the insignia marked with a beard pattern.

A Dwarf immediately escorted them to the back courtyard.

Before long...

The Grandmaster craftsman, Brinston, appeared. Stroking his beard, he laughed heartily, "Well, well, kid, you finally stepped out of your domain."

Fang Hao responded with a smile. "You know it—first thing I did was drop by to see you, Master."

"You've got a silver tongue, I'll give you that." Brinston approached, casting a glance at the off-white long dress figure who was surveying the area. Keeping his voice low, he added, "Not bad—bringing a maid with you when you go out. Her figure fits those Human Clan standards well... Starting to look more and more like a true lord, eh?"

Hearing the Dwarf's jest, the Dragon Queen turned around. Her eyes briefly scanned him, then she removed her sun hat to reveal the golden dragon horns spiraling behind her head.

Once Brinston saw her face and distinctive dragon horns, his expression froze.

Immediately, he bowed deeply. "Greetings, Your Majesty, the Dragon Queen!"

The Dragon Queen smiled faintly, placing the sun hat on the counter. Her voice was cool as she remarked, "Oh? Do I really look like his maid?"

Brinston visibly flinched, sweat forming on his brow and dripping heavily.

Inside, he was cursing Fang Hao incessantly.

To think this kid dared to bring the Dragon Queen along for casual outings—and worse yet, gave no warning! This brat was definitely waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Not at all, Your Majesty. How could you be a maid? Must've been the heat from the forge blurring my vision—I didn't see clearly."

"Mm. Have a seat, let's talk." The Dragon Queen instructed.

The Dwarf immediately sat down, his demeanor properly respectful.

Fang Hao observed the scene and silently noted that, as expected, the Dragon Queen's presence carried incredible clout—even rendering this seasoned master craftsman utterly compliant.

Seeing no further exchanges between them, Fang Hao finally intervened. "Master, about the equipment we sent here for repairs—are they ready?"

Brinston shot him a glare but, out of respect for the Dragon Queen, still answered respectfully, "Not so fast—it's only been a few days. The quality of your gear is high, requiring skilled craftsmen above the Grandmaster level to handle repairs."

Although his response was directed at Fang Hao, his attention and posture remained focused on the Dragon Queen.

"Then what about that idea of teaching at our school? You don't seem very busy here—why not go and teach the kids?" Fang Hao pressed.

"No way—not right now."

"Why not?" Fang Hao inquired further.

"Some major troubles have arisen among the Dwarves recently—can't leave the Trade Alliance."

"Huh? What happened? They've restricted your movements because of it? A guy like you—would you even tolerate that? If it were me, I wouldn't stand for it."

"It's not about restrictions—it's for our protection," Brinston clarified immediately.

This only piqued Fang Hao's curiosity more, making him step closer. "What did you guys do? Borrow trouble from someone?"

The Dwarf glanced around, then at the Dragon Queen, hesitant but decided to speak quietly. "The news will spread in a couple of days anyway..."

"What news?"

The Dragon Queen also tilted her head slightly, intrigued.

Brinston lowered his voice even further and disclosed, "The Immortal Emperor is dead—killed within the Trade Alliance headquarters."

Fang Hao froze, his gaze instinctively seeking the Dragon Queen.

Feigning surprise, he appropriately exclaimed, "That can't be! Isn't he the Undead Clan's leader? How could he die here in the Trade Alliance?"

"Sigh. Word is he came here for negotiations, but then ended up dead—no one knows the details yet."

"Who did it?"

"No idea. Right now, the Undead Desert is demanding the Trade Alliance and the Dwarves hand someone over. To prevent retaliation, none of us are allowed to leave Trade Alliance headquarters," Brinston explained.

"Whoa. Your Dwarves did it, didn't you?"

Brinston's eyes widened. "Stop spouting nonsense! That's impossible."

"Then why are they demanding someone be handed over? Makes it pretty suspicious if you ask me!"

"The Undead are being irrational. It wasn't us, I swear," Brinston insisted.

"Yeah, right. Killing the leader of the Undead Clan isn't a feat just anyone can accomplish. They must have some reason to believe it was your doing if they're targeting you like this," Fang Hao teased, clearly enjoying stirring the pot.

Brinston was growing visibly exasperated, but with the Dragon Queen present, he dared not make a fuss.

In the end, he could only snap, "Do you have any other business? If not, get out of here already—you're driving me up the wall."

"Got it. Once things settle down for you, don't forget about my school—we'll have good wine waiting for you," Fang Hao replied with a grin.

"Just go, go, go!" Brinston waved them off hastily.

Leaving the shop, Fang Hao and the Dragon Queen walked hand in hand toward the exit.

Right at that moment, a Dwarf returning to the front shop saw their intimately close interaction. His eyes widened in disbelief.

Rubbing his eyes to confirm what he was seeing, he stared longer when he realized they were indeed holding hands.

His mouth gaped open. "That kid... really is something else. No wonder his territory's developing at such a speed."

After leaving the shop, the duo resumed their couple-like behavior, arms swaying as they roamed and explored the bustling streets.

"Looks like the Undead are really gearing up to make moves against the Trade Alliance and the Dwarves," Fang Hao remarked thoughtfully.

"Of course. To lose a leader of such stature—there's no way they wouldn't retaliate or try to drag someone down with them," the Dragon Queen replied softly.

"Let's hope the retaliation stays away from us. That's all that matters."

...

At dusk.

The rain continued to pour, seemingly no lighter than it had been during the day.

The maids were not heading out for training tonight. Instead, they gathered in the hall of the Lord's Mansion, playing chess, reading comics, and entertaining the children.

With not enough chairs, some were lying directly on the tiled floor.

The room was filled with rabbit girls and fox girls sprawled about.

When they saw Fang Hao and the Dragon Queen come back drenched from the rain, Eira immediately approached with a towel.

"Master, Your Majesty, the Dragon Queen, do you need dinner prepared?" Eira asked.

"No need—we ate outside. It's rather chilly tonight, so let everyone relax and go to bed early," Fang Hao replied.

"Understood, Master," Eira nodded and answered.

Fang Hao headed upstairs, while the Dragon Queen stayed downstairs to pour herself a cup of fruit tea, watching the maids chatter and play casually.

Passing by Rolana's room, Fang Hao stopped once more.

He knocked lightly on the door, entering only after hearing her response.

In the center of the room, the wooden coffin had a crack in its lid, through which bright eyes peeked at him.

If he didn't know that it was Rolana—a beautiful woman inside—the sight would have been terrifying enough to scare anyone senseless.

"Why are you resting already?" Fang Hao asked.

Rolana had seldom rested before, and now that she had ascended to godhood, she wouldn't need rest at all.

Scrrrk! The sound of the coffin lid being dragged open filled the room.

Rolana sat up slowly, clad in a purple silk nightdress that revealed her fair arms and long legs.

Inside the coffin, Fang Hao could see comics, desserts, and bottles of wine.

If typical homebodies stayed cooped up in their rooms, Rolana had taken it to the next level—staying inside her coffin.

"Is something up?" Rolana asked softly.

Fang Hao stepped closer, extending his hand. "You haven't come out all day, so I thought I'd check on you."

Rolana grasped his arm and stood up, immediately leaning against him.

The smooth silk and soft warmth of her body were incredibly comfortable.

Just as Fang Hao was about to bring up the Divinity meant for her, Rolana sniffed lightly at his shoulder. Then, puzzled, she remarked, "This scent—it's not Eira or the others. It smells... oddly like the Dragon Queen."

With that, Rolana raised her head, her expression growing strange as she looked at him.

In her eyes, traces of suspicion and surprise were unmistakable.