Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 340: Chapter 334: Mission Hali l

The man convulsed suddenly upon hearing the skeleton sparrow speak.

Pain radiated from his injuries, spreading throughout his body.

It seemed death was not far off for him.

Seeing the man too weak to speak, Fang Hao continued to ask, “Who are you and how did you end up here?”

He was here to investigate the matter about the transmigrator, but what he found was a native resident held captive.

The blonde man glanced at the Skulled Sparrow, before he answered, “My name is Browning. I’m a painter in the city.”

“A painter?” Fang Hao examined the man carefully, his gaze falling on his hands, “Why did they capture you?”

“For some special formula for paint pigments,” the man answered, enduring the pain.

Having a conversation with an undead before dying wasn’t so bad after all.

Fang Hao nodded, that made sense.

The Faceless Ones’ Den, eager for intelligence, would stop at nothing.

They would not only infiltrate various power structures, but also extract information by way of kidnappings and interrogations.

That’s why their asking price was always high.

They bore significant risks for each piece of intelligence; if things went sideways, they would be wanted and hunted down.

“Alright, you take rest now.”

The Skulled Sparrow uttered those words, and without waiting for a response, it flew away through the iron bars, disappearing into the night.

The iron jail cell descended once more into silence; the man still hanging there.

A bout of dizziness washed over him.

The man suddenly couldn’t tell if he had truly talked to a skeleton sparrow, or if it was a hallucination before his death.

Fang Hao directly flew out of the estate.

He checked out the second location that Lai Gou had mentioned, a general store in the commoner’s district.

And the third location, an abandoned warehouse.

These two locations could also be confirmed as interrogation sites of the

Faceless Ones, but they were empty.

Fang Hao made a round and took his leave.

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Rebecca, dragging her weary body, returned to her study.

The matter of the Faceless Ones was giving her a headache.

They were like a malignant tumor, relentlessly corroding Lyss City.

Rebecca had long sought to eradicate the ‘Faceless Ones .

However, the opposing side always managed to get word in advance and would destroy evidence and evacuate their personnel.

Several attempts later, there hadn’t been much progress.

Repeated failures were driving Rebecca to frustration.

She leaned tiredly against her chair and sighed.

The trail of the Faceless Ones had gone cold again, leaving her unsure of where

to strike.

Dragging her body upright, she was about to go through the documents delivered today.

But she noticed a folded piece of paper weighted down by a quill on her desk.

Rebecca’s brow furrowed instantly.

She knew her habits well; she never folded her paper. The wrinkles on a neat piece of paper disturbed her.

So, why was this paper on her desk?

She opened it casually, revealing the crude handwriting, which read, “One kilometer west of the city, there is a fruit plantation that serves as a base for the Faceless. In the southern wing of the main floor, there is a basement that holds a captive painter.”

This…

Upon reading the information on the paper, Rebecca rose abruptly from her chair.

Her wary eyes scanned the room for any lurking dangers.

Someone had delivered this paper to her desk-it was hard to believe, even

terrifying.

If someone could deliver this message, they could also take her life.

At this moment, Rebecca’s anxiety spiked and she struggled to control it.

After several moments, when nothing untoward happened and the room remained silent, Rebecca slowly resumed her seat, her attention returning back to the paper in her hand.

The details of the location were described very clearly, even the positions of the secret passages and the occupations of the people imprisoned were laid out. This could be someone sending me a message, or a trap set by the Faceless.

Rebecca took a deep breath, her complexion returning to normal as she regained the demeanor of the City Lord’s wife.

In a serious tone, she commanded, “Summon someone.

“Madam!” A maid opened the door.

“Ask the captain of the guard to come. I have something to discuss with him.”

“Yes, Madam.” The maid agreed and quickly departed.

Before long, a member of the guard team entered the room.

Rebecca handed him the piece of paper in her hand.

The next day, Fang Hao woke up early.

Winnie and the others had already gone to their shop. After a quick wash, Fang

Hao and Anjia left the mansion.

Crossing numerous streets, they arrived at the eastern gate area of Lyss City.

This place was notably different from the town’s commercial street.

It was a standalone area.

And was starkly distinct from the rest of Lyss City.

Down the road, scattered here and there, were mercenaries clad in armor and carrying weapons.

Some had simply laid out a cloth on the ground, selling some spoils of battle they had obtained.

This sight reminded Fang Hao of the ‘Manim market’ at the Bronze Bull. The atmosphere was similar.

“Fang Hao, I want to eat that.” Anjia pointed at a stall not too far away. Fang Hao looked in its direction. A man dressed like a mercenary was selling a food item that looked like grilled lizard.

“Smoked dragon meat, very delicious smoked dragon meat. Only two portions left.” The man selling the food was shouting loudly.

Despite his hawking, no one stopped to buy.

Moreover, the half-meter-long lizard, slightly charred on the outside, didn t look at all appetizing.

“Do you want to eat it? It looks good.” Anjia said as she was about to walk over. Fang Hao quickly stopped her, surprised. “Which eye of yours sees this as something edible?”

“Since they’re selling it, it must be delicious,” Anjia stated her reasoning.

Telling her it wasn’t good to eat apparently wasn’t going to work.

Cough cough!!

Fang Hao cleared his throat, pointing at the sign on the stall [Smoked Dragon Meat, Tasty and Affordable]: “It says here, orcs can’t eat it, they’ll get diarrhea.”

Anjia rolled her eyes at Fang Hao.

Irritated, she said, “The sign says ‘Smoked Dragon Meat, Tasty and Affordable’. If you don’t want me to eat it, just say so. Why do you translate eight characters into nine? Not only are you insulting my literacy, but you also believe that I can’t count.”

“Just joking with you, let’s not eat this. I’ll buy you something else delicious.” Fang Hao gave an awkward smile.

Anjia snorted but didn’t continue on the topic.

They moved on and arrived at the mission hall.

It was a three-story building renovated from an inn.

Upon entering the hall, they saw a few scattered mercenaries chatting in small groups.

As Fang Hao approached the front desk, a guard dressed in the standard uniform of Lyss City looked up at him.

“Mr. Fang Hao.” The guard directly addressed him by his name.

“Do you know me?”

The guard quickly explained, “Oh, I was just transferred from the City Lord’s mansion. I’ve seen you before.”

“Oh, so you’ve been promoted. Congratulations.” Fang Hao congratulated with a smile.

“Um, thankyou, thankyou.” The guard’s smile was somewhat bitter.

This was not a promotion, he had been demoted. Someone had sent a letter to Lady of the City Lord’s mansion last night.

Although the content was unknown, their group of guards was implicated as a result.

All had been transferred away from the City Lord’s mansion. He considered himself to be fortunate for being assigned here.

“By the way, I heard that the City Lord’s mansion is assigning tasks. I came to see if there are any suitable ones for me to take on.” Fang Hao said.

“Ah? You are here to take on tasks?”

The guard was taken aback, “But you’re a cloth merchant, why would you come here to take on tasks?”