Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1206: Chapter 801, Returning Home (Second Update Ah!)

The recovery powers of the Blood Clan were indeed astonishing.

After wiping away the dried blood scabs, smooth and fair skin was revealed beneath.

They felt around on each other’s bodies for a while but couldn’t find any obvious injuries.

Instead, it made them both feel hot and bothered, and they ended up in an embrace, whispering to each other.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Anjia burst in.

“Rolana, are you alright?”

After calling out, she saw Fang Hao on top of Rolana, turning his head to look over stiffly.

Anjia froze for two seconds, glancing at the blood-stained clothes tossed aside.

She frowned and said, “Rolana is like this, and you’re still… messing with her….”

Uh, …

Before Fang Hao could explain anything,

Anjia pushed him aside and then asked Rolana with concern if she felt uncomfortable anywhere.

Rolana’s face turned red, and she stammered that she was fine.

The matter couldn’t be settled now.

The two explained the situation to Anjia, satisfying her curiosity before continuing on with their actual business.

They called upon their own heroes and teleported directly to the location of the giant ship.

…

On the giant ship.

At this moment, the giant ship was still en route back.

According to time estimates, it would probably take about two more weeks to reach the Sea Tribe archipelago.

In the dim and damp cabin of the ship.

“I spoke with the Dragon Queen today.”

The holding cell for the prisoners fell silent immediately, all members of the Dragon Clan turning their heads and fixing their gaze on him.

Fang Hao continued, “A ceasefire has been called; you will be released soon.”

Whish!

The cabin erupted into noise as the dragons began murmuring amongst themselves.

Firstly, they were happy about their impending freedom, and secondly, they were surprised that the Dragon Queen would compromise with a transmigrator.

It was indeed the first time in many years that the Dragon Clan had so shamefully agreed to a ceasefire.

“Did you really talk to the Dragon Queen? What terms did you both agree to?” A Green Dragon elder stepped forward and asked directly.

Fang Hao glanced at him, “You don’t need to know the details. Just understand that from now on, we are no longer enemies, and we may even become allies.”

The Green Dragon’s brow furrowed, about to ask further, but a light blue-scaled Dragon Clan woman held his arm.

The Blue Dragon said, “Since you have reconciled with the Dragon Queen, we naturally won’t pry. When do you plan to let us go?”

“You can leave right now.”

“What about these things around our necks?” The woman tapped the collar on her neck.

“They will be taken off when you leave.”

The woman nodded and continued, “I need to confirm our current location first to ensure we can fly back to Mount Dragon Peak.”

“Alright, give her the map.”

…

In the Frostwind Mountain Range, at Maruta Mine.

“Mother, I’ve returned….”

In the dilapidated and muddy alley, an Orc dressed in a grey-brown shirt stood in front of an old wooden door and called out.

Next to the wooden door, on the exterior wall, were wanted posters and rewards for reporting heretics.

This was the Orc mining area.

A place with order, yet still mired in chaos.

Marshall was originally a miner, but months ago, he was replaced by a Skeleton worker and took to doing unsavory tasks around the city to fill his belly.

A month ago, he set his sights on an old woman who seemed to have some money but was also senile.

He snuck into her house, intending to make a score.

But just as he climbed through the window, he saw, under the moonlight, a face as wrinkled as tree bark, staring blankly at him.

Startled, Marshall was about to act when he heard the old woman’s voice.

“Why are you back so late? Have you been messing around with those ruffians again?”

Marshall remained silent.

The old lady grasped his arm, “How many times have I told you, don’t get too close to them. Go to the City Lord’s mansion and find a proper job.”

Marshall was pulled by the arm to sit down, and dishes of food were served one after another.

He carefully took a bite.

Seeing the old lady’s face filled with a smile, he continued to eat.

From then on, he had a place to eat and a place to stay.

Sometimes he feared the old lady would one day realize he wasn’t her son and that he was planning to steal her money and run away.

But every night, he could see the old lady kneeling by the window, muttering prayers to herself.

Probably praying for her no-good son.

Indeed, her son was no good.

From then on, another person moved into the old, small house.

“Mother, I’m back. I found a new job, and I can take you to a better place now,” Marshall said joyfully as he pushed open the door.

The room was silent and still, no one responded.

Marshall furrowed his brows, instantly pulled out the short sword at his waist, and cautiously entered the room.

Everything inside the room was normal.

The dining table was filled with various dishes and there was even a pot of cooked meat soup.

There had been no burglary; the old lady must have gone out.

Marshall stowed his weapon, sat down at the table, and while eating, thought about how happy the old lady would be to know about his new job.

However, directly across from him on the wall, there was a triangular symbol drawn.

It was like a venomous snake staring intently at him, sending a chill down his spine.

By the end of the meal, the old lady had not returned.

But underneath the dining basin, there was a note.

Marshall didn’t know many words, but the message was short.

“Son, there’s no more meat at home, but your mom has some. I made you dinner.”

Marshall’s pupils dilated, and his mind went blank instantly.

He immediately fished out the chunks of meat from the basin, and when he saw an ear, Marshall completely froze, kneeling on the ground in shock.

Marshall wasn’t afraid of eating humans; perhaps in dire hunger, he might try it.

But, he had eaten his own mother…

“No!”

His gaze swept to the triangular symbol on the wall.

His mind grew more and more chaotic, and his heart felt increasingly unwell.

Dizzy and disoriented, Marshall cried out and drew the dagger from behind his waist, slicing open his abdomen to pull out what he had eaten tonight, “Give me back my mother.”

Blood spread all over the room, and Marshall collapsed powerless to the floor.

Drip, drip, drip!

At that moment, an old lady walked out from the back of the room, leaning on a cane, staring with admiration at the bloody Orc.

“Mother!”

“He’s calling you, Estelle!” the old lady spoke with a somewhat deep, masculine voice.

Then, the old lady spoke again, “Dear deity, I hope this performance has brought you pleasure…”

“Of course, you’ve done well. Don’t let him die; let him fully experience the feelings of betrayal and deception.”

“Yes, great deity.”

The old lady nodded, then squatted down and found a proof in ‘Marshall’s’ arms.

Issued by Frostwind City, it was a pass to leave the mountains and head to ‘Anglina.’

“It seems that a new deity has recently appeared to the south. I wonder if it will bring me any special surprises.”

…

The next day.

A screen of light appeared in the lord’s mansion’s great hall.

Fang Hao, Rolana, Demitrija, along with others, stepped out from the light screen.

Seeing the familiar scene, their faces lit up with joy.

They were finally back.

No place felt like home.

Fang Hao looked around and noticed that the hall was missing several decorations, it seems the Dragon Queen had not left empty-handed.

But it didn’t matter. From the Trade Alliance Hall, he had gleaned far more valuable things.

He smiled and said, “Alright, it’s time to clean up again.”

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