Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 434: Chapter 394, Church Saints (Ask for Subscription, Ask for Recommendations!)_2

“Yes, my lord.”

“Use a form to request the ‘Stone Floor Making Blueprint’,” Fang Hao ordered.

Main and secondary cities will need stone floors for future upgrades.

If we need to purchase them every time, the cost will be too high.

It’s much more economical to produce them ourselves.

“Understood, my lord.”

Doujin, without wasting any words, took out a blank purchase order and wrote down the procurement information for the stone floor making blueprint.

After he finished, he threw it into the mailbox behind him.

All that was left to do was to wait for someone to sell the blueprint.

After sitting for a while, Fang Hao left the Trade Alliance building.

He entrusted others to send the staff he had manufactured to the orc village in the north.

He, accompanied by Anjia, went to several affiliated cities in succession to check their development.

…

Soon, two days passed.

At noon of that day, Fang Hao left the lord’s mansion.

Accompanied by Anjia, Demitrija, and Rolana, who had come over the previous night, he planned to go to the Trade Alliance station.

Rolana had stayed in Lyss City.

Previously, Fang Hao had suspected her of being linked to the city lord’s mansion when he saw her enter the mansion late at night.

But Rolana’s loyalty to him had not decreased, indicating she hadn’t done anything harmful to him.

This, on the contrary, filled Fang Hao with curiosity.

“This crazy woman, she can’t possibly have developed a romantic interest in playing the role of the city lord’s wife, and got together with Aubrey, right?”

“Impossible, Rolana’s tastes shouldn’t accommodate a man like Aubrey.”

He found it very hard to guess the truth.

As for asking Rolana to come back and accompany him to the auction.

Fang Hao did not issue a command, but when he conveyed the news, he mentioned that he had been invited to attend the Trade Alliance auction and asked if she would like to attend and relax.

As soon as the message was sent out, Rolana rushed back overnight.

She was waiting to attend the Trade Alliance auction with Fang Hao.

Fang Hao and the three others exchanged enough Warfire Cards in the shop and then took out the Teleportation Scroll to the Trade Alliance’s base.

Tearing open the Teleportation Scroll, a faint blue curtain of light appeared in front of them.

Once they stepped into the light, there was a sensation of the world spinning.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already standing on the streets of station number 032.

The streets were well-maintained and the flower beds were lush.

The environment was quite nice.

Compared to the empty streets of last time, this time there were quite a lot of people.

They were grouped by race, walking in groups of three or five.

Their magnificent outfits indicated that they had significant status in their respective races.

“Is this the new Trade Alliance post?” Rolana curiously looked around.

“Haven’t you been here before?” Fang Hao looked at her.

Importantly, Rolana should have visited the Trade Alliance post before.

“I have, but not here. I remember the post I visited was built on a giant turtle’s back, and when standing in the city center, one could hear waves crashing.” Rolana answered.

It appears that the Trade Alliance has changed location, or perhaps there is more than one location.

If there is a station number 032, then surely there must be a station number 031, and 030?

“You’re making this up, there’s no such thing as a big turtle,” Anjia didn’t quite believe it.

Rolana didn’t get angry, but smiled and said, “The world is bigger than you think, young girl.”

Anjia pouted her mouth, not arguing further.

She was convinced Rolana was just boasting.

Fang Hao glanced at the gold watch on his wrist. It was 1:12 PM.

The auction was scheduled for 2 PM.

They had timed their arrival perfectly.

Conveniently, they also avoid having lunch outside.

“We should head towards the auction now,” Fang Hao said, leading the others towards the central area.

The first time he came to the station, it was the Skeleton Merchant Ruer who had introduced him.

At the time, Ruer had told him a thing or two about the Trade Alliance auction, so he naturally knew where it was held.

They quickly arrived at the stone castle location of the auction meeting.

Similarly, there were many other races gathered in front of the stone castle.

They were lined up in a long queue, waiting in an orderly manner to enter the venue.

Fang Hao scanned the crowd, which included orcs, humans, fairies with dragonfly wings, and bearded dwarves.

In the crowd, he also spotted members of Demitrija’s species, the lizardmen.

However, it was clear that Demitrija and the other lizardmen didn’t know each other. They glanced at each other but had no reaction.

Fang Hao and his group joined the queue quietly, but they still sparked some chatter.

Although they were dressed plainly,

their combination was somewhat odd.

Others arrived at the auction in groups based on their race.

In their group, they had humans, an orc, a lizardman, and a handsome individual wearing a black hood in the daytime, which led others to surmise if he had a hidden identity.

Many curious gazes were cast their way.

People murmuring to their companions lowly.

Fang Hao ignored the whispers of others; even if there were danger, Demitrija and Rolana would be enough to ensure his safety, and he could use a teleportation scroll to return to his territory.

The group quietly waited as the line moved forward bit by bit.

Behind them, several power factions joined the queue.

In the queue, one individual suddenly caught Fang Hao’s attention.

The man also noticed Fang Hao. They both noticed the Book of Lords on each other’s waistbands, causing them to pause when their eyes met.

This man was tall, had long black hair, a prominent nose, sunken eyeholes, and striking blue eyes.

Fang Hao thought he looked liked he was of mixed Asian and European descent.

The man wore a sky-blue heavy gown, covered in patterns of the sun, falcons, flowers, and wings.

A ‘Sun Cross’ emblem adorned his tall blue top hat.

Accompanying him were the church members, making it easy to guess his affiliation.

Fang Hao studied him, just as the man observed Fang Hao.

They nodded at each other, revealing no intention of speaking.

Rolana also noticed the interaction between Fang Hao and the man.

She softly spoke, “Don’t tell me you know the church’s ‘saint’.”

“Saint? What’s that?” Fang Hao asked.

He could sense that the man’s status in the church was special.

Being chosen to represent the church at the auction signified his high status.

Although he would understand if the man were referred to as a holy son or daughter, the title ‘saint’ confused him. Was he a disciple?

“You don’t know? Then how do you know him?” Rolana adjusted her hood, her face curious.

“I don’t know him. We just met, nodded to each other as a greeting. That’s men’s friendship, you won’t understand… .” Fang Hao replied.

Rolana rolled her eyes.

Fang Hao continued asking, “So what is a ‘saint’?”

“According to their church, a ‘saint’ is a disciple of a holy person in the church or a follower of church ideologies. Once selected, they hold a high position in the church,” Rolana briefly explained.

Her knowledge was also limited.

The church’s relationship with the Eternal Night was also hostile.

However, the tension wasn’t as high, even if there were conflicts, there was an opportunity for negotiation and resolving issues through covenant.

But as soon as the church saw the Undead Clan, they would instantly go into battle mode.

As a follower of the church, the ‘saint’ and Fang Hao, belonging to the Undead Clan, were like each other’s natural enemies.

Their differences in belief made them arch-nemeses.

Considering they were nodding and greeting each other now, it was understandable why Rolana was astonished.

“So how does one become a ‘saint’?” Fang Hao continued to inquire.

Looks like opportunities weren’t only restricted to him.

There was Yu Tianpeng, who was making a rapid rise and had established the Alliance.

And now a ‘saint’ had appeared.

A person who held high status in the church.

“How would I know?”

“Is there only one ‘saint’ in the church? How much power do they have, can they mobilize the army?” Fang Hao asked after a thought.

“I heard that the church selects 12 ‘saints’. These twelve are selected based on belief and ability, and ultimately one of them will become the next Pope.”

“That’s impressive… Should I get to know him? If he becomes the Pope someday, it won’t be easy for him to fight against us.”