Chapter 1245: Chapter 837, New Faction Task Chapter 1245: Chapter 837, New Faction Task Fang Hao glanced at the time, 8:30 in the morning.

Judging by the distance between the ancient tomb and Cleolando’s territory, they must have just rushed back.

To have intelligence this quickly was still quite efficient.

Fang Hao directly replied, “Yeah, what exactly happened?”

With this reward, he wasn’t quite so interested in last night’s incident.

But since Cleolando had gone out of his way to mention it, it wouldn’t be good to show a lack of concern.

There was silence on the other end for a while, likely editing the content.

Then, a rather lengthy message was sent over.

“Late last night, all the transmigrators met a cloaked Lizardman. Aside from the few who attacked me believing I’d found treasure, the others were also misled by similar information and unwittingly carried out its bidding to attack others.”

Fang Hao’s brows furrowed upon seeing this message.

That everyone had been seduced into action was quite frightening indeed.

And this capacity to instigate a mass uprising, why did it sound so familiar?

Could it really be such a coincidence?

“Do you recognize that Lizardman? Was this incident specifically targeting us?” Fang Hao continued to inquire.

“No one knows the Lizardman, and the tomb is in Undead territory, with the Desert Lizardmen also in the desert, but not here. Based on the current intelligence, it doesn’t seem like it was targeting us, but more like it was specifically here to cause trouble,” Cleolando shared her conjecture.

According to Cleolando’s statement,
The Desert Lizardman’s location was quite distant, and even if someone were targeting them, it was unlikely they’d arrange for a Lizardman to traverse the boundary and come over from afar.

This made some sense.

If it really were the work of the God of Deception, they would likely arrange for Undead followers rather than Lizardmen.

Plus, if a real battle had ensued, it probably would have been a major war, not the chaotic scene where one could easily break through.

It seemed more like a chance encounter, then causing some mischief for amusement.

“What was the casualty situation?” Fang Hao continued.

“After we left, they came to their senses not long after, but quite a few died, and the ancient tomb was blown up. I’ve claimed only the second level was conquered, and with the tomb collapsed, they have nowhere to verify it,” Cleolando immediately replied.

The ancient tomb had indeed been brought down by these people.

Had he and his group not fled swiftly, they might have even been buried underground.

Teleportation was there, so not too dangerous, but surely there would have been significant losses.

The topic didn’t continue to the tomb and the fight.

Fang Hao directly asked, “Yeah, by the way, what do you want this time? Is it still that Sandstorm suit? Actually, my shop has plenty of equipment, you can mix and match according to your tastes.”

This time’s loot was truly tremendous.

It could even be said it resolved a constant issue he faced.

In his heart, he was very grateful to Cleolando. Having acquired several orange Blueprints, he should offer her some additional compensation.

Being generous would also benefit future situations, encouraging her to seek him out when she had good maps.

Being penny-pinching could lead to her not coming to him next time.

“No need, ah, I didn’t really help,” Cleolando replied, also including a wry smile emoji.

Unlike Fang Hao, Cleolando felt somewhat awkward to ask.

In the end, her people hadn’t even been used for cleanup; truly, she had been nothing but a guide throughout the event.

Fang Hao considered for a while, then said, “How about this, I’ll first give you five thousand sets of ‘Sandstorm’ suits, you can choose from ten thousand blue weapons, and regarding the orange shields we obtained, once I have enough materials, I’ll make them and trade them to you.”

Seeing this message while having breakfast, Cleolando almost spat out her food.

Her Attendant was even startled, thinking there was an issue with the food, ready to test it for poison.

Cleolando rubbed her eyes and confirmed the promised compensation again.

Five thousand purple suits, ten thousand choose-your-own weapons, and an orange shield in the future.

Oh my God!

Was Fang Hao intending to provision her?

These equipments were sufficient to arm the forces of an entire city.

Cooperating with Fang Hao really was the right choice; even giving her those few orange Blueprints might not suit her needs as well as the compensation before her.

After some thought, she sent a message: “Thank you for your support, Mr. Fang Hao. Can I select some rifles for the weapons? Don’t worry, they’re for my personal use; I won’t give them to others.”

Rifles were not for sale in his shop.

But since she wanted them, Fang Hao wasn’t planning to refuse.

Within his territory, ordinary members could now buy rifles; it was just forbidden to sell or trade them externally.

Furthermore, as time went on, there were surely many working on developing such modern weaponry.

Those foreigners, after all, had broader experience with firearms.

“That’s fine, see what else you need, and I’ll trade it all to you in one go.”

Fang Hao left the Lordship Mansion and headed to the equipment warehouse to make her the corresponding gear.

Cleolando didn’t say much more, thanking him again before accepting the trade.

For Fang Hao,
What he was certainly not lacking now was equipment, especially blue gear, as the materials were becoming more plentiful.

The equipment inventory would only grow.

…

Trade completed.

Fang Hao then headed directly to the territorial military compound.

On the pre-planned open space, he found the constructed Blueprint of the Cemetery of Skeleton General.

Without hesitation, he began construction.