Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 178 - 178, Is This a Dragon? _1

Chapter 178: Chapter 178, Is This a Dragon? _1

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Cough! Cough!

The hairdresser gave a slight cough and coyly responded, “Perhaps, every batch of Rabbit Clan girls that arrive here gets sold out.”

After a final touch-up to his hairstyle, the hairdresser used a linen cloth to brush away the hair bits from Fang Hao’s neck.

“Alright, sir,” the hairdresser lightly patted his shoulder.

“Mhm.”

Fang Hao stood up, bent over and brushed off the hair bits on his head with his hand.

It seemed there wasn’t a hair washing service here, so he would have to wash it

himself later.

He paid the hairdresser and left the house with Anjia.

“Why did you cut it so short?” Anjia asked on the way.

“Huh? Doesn’t it look good?”

“It’s not that, the nobles all keep long hair, you should learn from their dress codes,” Anjia suggested.

“I’m not a noble, and their hairstyles are not cool at all.”

As they walked through the streets, they saw a pub open for business.

It was still morning.

The pub had to prepare for business early, even though it wasn’t open yet.

Upon entering the pub, the bartenders were tidying up the tables and cleaning up the mess left from last night.

The barmaid was standing at the bar counter, stretching her arms above her

head in a big yawn.

Her curvaceous figure fully revealed in this moment.

“Ah!”

Accompanied by a lazy moan, it almost made people bleed from the nose. This

early morning stimulation, one can’t help but wonder about the health of the pub owner.

After yawning, the barmaid noticed Fang Hao’s entry.

While wiping the counter, she posed seductively, “Coming this early, are you here for a drink, or for a chat?”

It wasn’t drinking time yet. There were quite a few men who would come early to chat with her.

Fang Hao took a seat on a nearby chair and said directly, Chat.

The pub owner revealed a smile, her forearm rested on the counter, “Come on, I

like strong young ones like you.”

Damn!

“Which street in Pruell City is good for business?” Fang Hao asked directly.

“Huh?” The barmaid paused, what she’d expected to be flattery sounded like a business talk, “What do you want to do?”

“Open a shop,” Fang Hao replied.

If you want to run a business, this street is the best,” The barmaid picked up the cloth and continued cleaning the counter.

Pruell City was not big, with a population of around ten thousand.

And the busiest street was this commercial strip where the pub was located.

Although it was the busiest, it was only compared to the other streets.

This street was home to various commercial shops, making it the gold mine of the town.

“How about the shop opposite? I see it’s for sale,” Fang Hao continued asking.

“You sly boy, is that why you came sneaking to me?” The barmaid turned around and leaned on the bar, lightly tapping Fang Hao’s forehead in an affectionate manner.

Her loose neckline fell down, revealing a large part of her ample bosom.

A pub was a good place to acquire information. Regardless of local residents or transitional travelers, they would all stop by the pub.

Alcohol loosens tongues, and people say more than they intend. The patrons might not care, but the owner always hears some intriguing news.

Just like the last time when the barmaid asked Fang Hao about who the bandits were.

Back then, she simply answered: a group of orcs and humans. From this, she deduced the orc with a spiked hammer and impaired intelligence.

In short, if you want some information, the pub is a great place to start.

Fang Hao glanced at her busty chest, and thought to himself if he should educate the locals on bras to expand the women’s market.

“Indeed, you’re beautiful and kind. Of course, you’re the first one that I thought of,” Fang Hao praised.

To get things done, you need to make the other party feel good about themselves.

“Haha, sly boy,” The barmaid laughed and scolded, but found herself liking the handsome young man in front of her, who was also wealthy.

She walked around the counter and sat next to Fang Hao, lowering her voice,

“That shop is not good to buy from, why do you think it’s still not sold out in this street?”

“Huh? Is there a reason? Is it haunted?”

He didn’t know if it was due to the Undead faction, but when he heard there was a problem with the shop, the first thing that came to his mind was: it’s haunted.

The image of wandering spirits rampaging about in the room popped into his mind.

“What haunted? Stop nonsense,” the barmaid lightly hit his arm, “The shop owner offended someone. The shop can’t be operated and can’t be sold.”

“Who did he offend?”

The barmaid’s lips were close to his ear as she cautiously said, “The son of the chief of internal affairs.”

Outside Pruell City.

A man with zits on his face, eyes fixed on the giant lizard in the stable. Repeatedly making a ‘hissing’ sound, he circled the stable several times. “What the hell is this thing?” The zit-faced man cursed.

Several underlings closely followed the zit-faced man, dressed in linen shirts, iron swords hanging around their waists.

They didn’t look like city guards, but their uniforms were identical.

“Boss, it’s a giant dragon, has to be a giant dragon.” One of the underlings stepped forward to suggest.

Smack!

The zit-faced man smacked the underling on the back of his head, scolding, “Are you blind? Since when are a dragon’s legs this short? And does it look this dumb to you? How would it fly without wings?”

The beast in front of them did indeed possess some traits similar to the rumored dragons.

But it wasn’t a dragon; it looked more like an enlarged crocodile.

The underling shrank back, “Boss, I was just joking with you, just trying to lighten up the atmosphere.”

“By making me look like a damn fool?”

The zit-faced man cursed again, unstrapping the iron sword from his waist and poking the giant lizard with the sheath.

The giant lizard opened its eyes, sending the zit-faced man scrambling backward. He tripped and fell flat on his backside.

But the giant lizard gave no reaction, glancing at him before continuing with its nap.

The underlings helped the zit-faced man up, who then said, “Hmm, it’s surprisingly tame. Go on then, bring it back. I always wanted to be a Dragon Knight.”

“Boss, I thought you said it wasn’t a dragon.”

“Shut up and do as I say,” the zit-faced man retorted, kicking the underling harshly.

The underling, driven away, carefully approached the giant lizard, slowly reaching a hand towards the rope tied to the stake.

“What are you doing?”

A rebuke sounded from behind them, startling the underling who was trying to untie the rope and causing him to tremble.

Everyone turned their heads to see the patrolling captain of the guards approaching.

The zit-faced man retorted disdainfully, “Mind your own business, or else I’ll let lose a few punches and you’ll get beaten up for nothing.

“This giant lizard is the pet of a guest of the City Lord. If you don’t want to get in trouble, best not to mess with it,” the guard captain warned, though he didn’t step forward.

So it was a giant lizard.

The zit-faced man and his underlings finally figured out the creature before them.

“I am just following the city rules. Leaving such a large thing around, it could attack people. Let me take it away for now. If the owner has any grievances, they can take it up with me at my place,” the zit-faced man declared.

Having finished speaking, he gestured a signal to his underlings. Once again, they began to untie the rope tied around the stake.

It looked as if they were determined to take away this massive giant lizard. Just as they had freed the rope and were about to move the giant lizard…

A woman’s voice rang out again.

“I would advise you not to disturb it. Should it attack, you will surely die here.” The zit-faced man looked over, noticing a white-haired beast-eared girl coming out from the city.

Her figure and face resembled a charming, beautiful leopardess, giving off a unique vibe.

“A beast-woman, a female orc? What are you doing in Pruell City? the zit faced man’s eyes surveyed up and down.

“What I’m doing here is none of your concern. I am the owner of this giant lizard. I will take good care of it, you may leave now,” Anjia retorted.

“Heh, and how do you prove this giant lizard is yours,” the zit-faced man shot back while placing hands behind his back, signaling his underlings.

The underlings glanced at each other, their hands slowly reaching for the iron swords at their waists.

Anjia observed their movements, a cold smirk on her face.

“Attack!” the zit-faced man ordered.

just as the underlings drew their swords, intending to tease them a little, they saw an afterimage of a bodies passing in front of them.

Thump!

A punch from the beast-woman landed on the zit-faced man’s face.

As the zit-faced man fell to the ground, the beast-woman swiftly followed, her fist raining down like droplets of rain, continuously striking the man in the face.

The frequency of her punches left no time for the zit-faced man to cry out in pain.

There was only the sound of her fists hitting their mark.

The guard captain was somewhat surprised by the beast-woman’s strength but still urged, “Enough! You’re going to kill him!”

Anjia stopped and eyed the approaching guards coldly.

The captain immediately halted, explaining, “We didn’t touch this giant lizard, and we’re not with those guys. Don’t misunderstand.”

Anjia wiped fresh blood off her fist onto the zit-faced man’s body. “They were the ones who drew their swords first. You saw that, right?” “I did, and I’ll report it as such,” the captain swallowed hard.