Chapter 1268: Chapter 857, Dark Elf Immigration

Fang Hao was somewhat surprised to see Beata here.

“How did you end up drinking so much?”

His eyes swept over the empty bottles left on the stone table, amazed at her capacity for alcohol.

He remembered their first meeting, which happened because Beata had drunk too much and stumbled into the wrong room.

And Fang Hao, because of signing a Dream Entering Contract, mistook her for a figment of his sleep.

They spent the entire night together.

Since that incident, Beata had stayed away from alcohol for a long time.

But today’s banquet seemed to have awakened the urge within her.

She drank astonishingly much.

Beata wore a beige long dress, her silver-white dragon horns reflecting the light from the Nightstone.

Her slightly youthful face was flushed with drunkenness.

Fang Hao sat down beside her and gently nudged her shoulder, “Beata, don’t sleep here, you’ll catch a cold.”

Beata opened her eyes groggily and, seeing Fang Hao, reached out her hand towards him, “Fang Hao, you’re here!”

Fang Hao instinctively held her little hand, “Yeah, I’ll take you home, you shouldn’t have drunk so much by yourself.”

“No, I can’t go back, my mother will kill me if she sees me like this, she’s very strict.” Beata rested her head on one arm while the other arm remained stretched out.

Fang Hao glanced around warily and said, “Don’t talk about it now, if the Dragon Queen hears you, you might get hit again.”

“Hehe.” Beata chuckled goofily, the hand he held twirling around, fingers interlocking with his.

Fang Hao looked at her again, her beautiful eyes now curved into crescent moons with amusement.

“When do you think I can become a Demigod?” Beata asked softly, her breath smelling of alcohol.

Fang Hao was curious, “You want to become a Demigod?”

“Yes, Demigods are so prestigious, just like my mother.” Beata closed her eyes again, feeling the warmth from their clasped hands.

A smile also spread across her lips.

“With your smarts, you’ll definitely become a Demigod.”

“Of course!” Their entwined hands swayed under the table, “When the time comes, you have to erect a stele for me, and make it look cool.”

“That’s called a statue, not a stele.”

“Hehe, my mistake!”

Beata closed her eyes once again, drifting back into semi-consciousness.

Fang Hao picked her up and headed towards the maids’ quarters.

…

After a night of revelry, the main city returned to calm.

The maids were pulled up early and continued their training at the training ground.

Yuan Yuan and Hong Guo had both become heroes, and there was a noticeable difference in their demeanor from that very morning.

Everyone suspected that the master had given them some special care.

But when asked, neither of them said a word.

They just stood with hands on hips and heads held high, as if to say, “You guess.”

This also fueled the other maids’ motivations, compelling them to increase their training intensity.

They were determined to catch up with the two as quickly as possible.

Inside the Lord’s Manor.

Fang Hao sat on his throne, with the Skeleton Blacksmith ‘Kulyn’ and several dwarf engineers who had stayed in the city sitting below him.

He told them about the plan to design and build a roller coaster.

And he also invited Rolana to come out and discuss the design proposals and construction sites with the engineers.

After all, the amusement park’s design plans were all overseen by Rolana.

After Rolana left with the group to the amusement park,

Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords, confirmed some news with Li Rong, and then directly opened the teleportation screen.

As the screen opened,

Li Rong, Dark Elf Hero – Morse, and the tavern matron – Winnie,

the three of them walked in together.

After a slight bow, they sat down on either side of him.

“How come you suddenly thought to come to me?” Fang Hao asked curiously.

Early in the morning, Li Rong had contacted him through the Book of Lords.

After delegating today’s tasks,

he had brought the three over.

Li Rong was the first to speak, “I came to report on the business situation of the stores in the city and further developments.”

“Oh, good!”

Li Rong started elaborating on the revenue situation of the cities in detail.

Except for the first two times the Deceiver’s followers caused trouble, each district of the Hundred Cities Federation was stable.

Therefore, business was getting better.

Fang Hao listened to a rough overview; in truth, he didn’t care too much.

After all, with ‘He Yueyi’, a senior accountant, handling the finances,

the city was not short of money. Maintaining business trade ensured capital flow for residents and all cities.

“Good job,” Fang Hao continued to look at her, “Did you come all this way just to say that?”

Li Rong smiled and said, “Actually, Morse has something to discuss with you, so Winnie and I came along to see you.”

Morse?

Morse was a Dark Elf.

Previously an assassin from the faceless intelligence organization, she was later forcibly contracted by Fang Hao and assigned to protect Li Rong.

Since she hadn’t spent much time at his side, Morse’s Loyalty wasn’t very high.

She got along quite well with Li Rong, though.

“Morse, have you run into some sort of trouble?” Fang Hao turned to look at the Dark Elf.

Morse stood up, walked to the center of the hall, and knelt on one knee, her attitude extremely respectful, “Lord, my Tribe is under attack by enemies, and if this continues… I’m afraid no one will survive. Please, help us!”

The Dark Elf’s gesture made Fang Hao frown.

So, Morse still had a tribe.

“Do you want me to help your tribe defeat the enemies?” Fang Hao continued to ask.

Morse pondered for a moment then shook her head, “We are nomadic with no place to call home, wandering everywhere. We humbly beg for your kindness to provide us with a place to stay. The Dark Elves are willing to serve you loyally and to offer our lives for you.”