Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Fang Hao and Rebecca boarded the carriage.

The guards formed a protective circle around the carriage, which began to head towards the location of the banquet.

Inside the carriage, nightstone exuded a soft glow.

Despite being in close proximity, Fang Hao's gaze still lingered on Rebecca.

The gown was tailor-made for her.

On her, it fit impeccably, with not a wrinkle in sight, accentuating her curves to perfection.

The patterns embroidered with gold thread lent the dress an added air of noble elegance.

Her slender legs, encased in the dress of Nightfall, were particularly noticeable as they shimmered in the soft light.

Noticing Fang Hao's gaze, Rebecca didn't seem as shy as before.

She smiled and said, "This dress is quite nice. The craftsmanship of your textile shop is indeed impressive."

"As long as you're satisfied, ma'am."

Rebecca rolled her eyes at him, continuing, "A dress like this, if sold in the city, would be more popular than Fairy Dream Tower's clothing."

Fang Hao nodded, "Yes, tonight you'll have to promote our products among those noble ladies."

"I don't have much interaction with those people."

"No worries, there is no rush with the store matters." Fang Hao was unconcerned.

The carriage journey continued.

Rebecca spoke again, whispered, "You are the owner of the Bone Textile Store and the registered leader of a mercenary group in Lyss City with over a thousand people working for you. We met when we were hunting No Face and we ended up together."

"Oh, I get it,"

He understood this was Rebecca briefing him on his assumed identity.

His capabilities far exceeded that, but certain things best remained unsaid.

And they had to keep their stories straight.

"I have known Olivia since we were young, we were quite close back then and have remained so until now. The only person I truly look forward to seeing at these annual affairs is her so don't take it to heart if she nags you a bit," Rebecca continued.

"So, your only good friend is very concerned about your marriage!"

"Well, it's not so much concern, just that once you're married, they should meet you, right?"

Fang Hao tentatively asked, "So… Does she know that you're not into men?"

Rebecca furrowed her brows, looking at him in puzzlement.

"I don't think so! What do you mean?"

Fang Hao blinked, "Oh… I see, you didn't tell her. You're hoping to take advantage of her!"

Rebecca's expression registered surprise, shock, and confusion.

She was stumped, not understanding how the conversation had taken such a sudden turn.

And then he came out with that line.

Her face darkened, her mouth agape with indignation.

She wanted to slap his face, but their tight clothes made it impossible.

So she lifted her foot and stomped on his.

Angrily, she said, "Are you out of your mind?"

… Discover stories with empire

The banquet was being held at a mansion in the central district.

Once they'd arrived at the mansion, they could see other carriages heading the same way.

These must be the other invited noblemen.

Unlike Fang Hao's carriage, these ones only had one or two guards at most.

On the road, Aseti leading more than twenty horsemen following Fang Hao had been stopped twice by patrol guards.

Upon reaching the mansion.

Having handed over the invitation, the guards stayed at the entrance of the mansion.

Rebecca, arm-in-arm with Fang Hao, strode into the mansion.

The mansion was incredibly vast and extravagantly decorated.

Inside the courtyard, the greenery was still lush, and the original flowers had been replaced with vigorous plants that could thrive in autumn.

With careful pruning and tidying, the courtyard gave off a vibrant feeling.

"All of these were cultivated with the help of a Wood Elemental Mage. It's quite expensive as they don't last for long," Rebecca tugged at Fang Hao's arm and pointed at the flower garden.

Fang Hao was taken aback.

Mages, in any society, were granted high status.

They were forbidden from doing manual labor and were to be protected during battles.

Yet here, the management of the mansion relied on mages, which was completely absurd.

"Those mages actually do these kinds of tasks? Isn't it said that mages are very proud?" Fang Hao, arm around Rebecca's waist, asked quietly.

Rebecca squirmed a bit, replying, "She is Dordy's wife. It's only natural that the mages wouldn't say anything."

"Are you implying something? The grass in my backyard has grown taller than a person and I didn't need a mage to cultivate it."

"Hmph~, you're great, okay?"

The two casually sparring as they walked.

After crossing the courtyard.

Entering the main building, they were met with an even more magnificent sight.

The lush carpet that lined the hallway, the lustrous white marble walls, the gold and silver adornments interspersed amongst white stone, the blue curtains gently swaying in the breeze.

The entire building exuded an aura of noble elegance.

The banquet hall was a blaze of light, with soothing music wafting through the air.

The elegantly dressed men and women nobles were holding wine glasses, engaged in lively conversation.

The entry of the two arm-in-arm naturally attracted the majority of the people's attention.

However, it was strange that after a few cursory inspections of Rebecca, the crowd immediately returned to their own conversations, with not a single person even acknowledging their presence with a nod.

"It seems that you're not very popular," Fang Hao muttered under his breath.

Rebecca's expression didn't change. "They don't matter," she said.

The pair took their seats on a sofa.