Chapter 1270: Chapter 858, Convert to Undead in 3 Days

On the other side.

The Undead Desert, territory of Cleolando.

Within the Trade Alliance Teleportation Array.

Gray Bear, stepped out of the light screen at a leisurely pace.

A robed Skeleton hurried forward and respectfully said, “Miss Gray Bear, Lord Cleolando is currently not in the territory. If there is anything you need, please consider coming back another day!”

“Oh? Lord ‘Cleolando’ is occupied with something?” Gray Bear glanced around.

Different from her last visit.

The entire territory was suffused with a repressive atmosphere.

Her purpose for coming today was to investigate the matter concerning ‘Cleolando’.

Now that the Skeletons brought it up, she took the opportunity to ask.

The Skeleton, wary, glanced over and repeated as if on script, “Lord Cleolando is not in the city; I’m not clear on the specifics. Miss Gray Bear, please come again another time.”

Gray Bear shielded her eyes from the sun and casually said, “Bring the person who’s in charge now to talk to me.”

The Skeleton stood in place, eyeing her seriously.

Gray Bear was no stranger here; many had seen her before.

She herself was a rather average human hero, without much strength.

But she had the backing of a powerful lord.

Their own army’s equipment had been funded by that party.

After a moment’s hesitation, the Skeleton hurried away to notify the person in charge.

Soon, a Skeleton clad in a gold and blue uniform swiftly approached.

“Miss Gray Bear, please come with me.” The Skeleton led her to the main hall of the lord’s mansion.

A human Attendant offered cool tea and pastries on the side.

Only after Gray Bear took a sip of tea did the Skeleton steward speak, “Miss Gray Bear, the territory has been experiencing some troubling affairs recently. Please forgive our lack of hospitality.”

Gray Bear didn’t beat around the bush and directly said, “My lord learned that ‘Cleolando’ is in trouble and specially sent me to take a look.”

“Oh? That’s…”

“Don’t give me that roundabout talk. My lord and Miss ‘Cleolando’ have a rather good relationship. Whatever happened here, tell me all about it. It won’t do any harm,” Gray Bear said in a grave voice as she set down her teacup.

She also exuded an aura of a bandit leader.

The Skeleton steward rotated the ring on his bony finger, hesitating for a moment before saying, “Our lord has been captured by the ‘Ashen Graveyard’. They plan to publicly convert him into an undead laborer in three days, condemned to eternal toil.”

“What for? Give me the details.”

…

In the afternoon.

At the headquarters of the Trade Alliance, Succubus Bar.

A quiet private room, permeated with the aroma of food and drink.

Fang Hao sat at the head, sipping fruit wine before opening his mouth to speak, “Mr. Elro, you’ve called me here, is there something you need?”

At the opposite side of the square table sat an elderly human.

That is, the human technician who had previously sold the ‘Valkyrie construct’ and ‘Core Overload’.

Today, he was dressed in a splendid brocade robe, looking much healthier than when they met the last two times.

It seemed the money paid by Fang Hao for the blueprints had greatly improved his life.

“Do you have a connection with this Succubus establishment?” the old man asked curiously as he looked up.

“Why do you ask that?” Fang Hao countered as he drank.

“I sent someone to pass the message at noon, and before he could even leave, you arrived!” the old man said bluntly.

Well, …

So I’m even getting complaints for being too fast now.

“I am friends with the owner of the Succubus Bar, and we each have a Sound-transmitting Shell, which allows us to receive messages immediately!” Fang Hao casually explained.

The old man immediately cast an envious and astonished glance but said, “I’m not too shabby either, I’ve recently exchanged some words with Mrs. Embur, such a loving lady.”

Geez!

Who’s competing with you on that?

“Mr. Elro, the reason you’ve called me over can’t just be to discuss this, right?”

The old man set down his wine glass, “Of course, you were interested in the ‘Mammoth construct’ last time, weren’t you?”

Fang Hao’s eyes lit up, “Ah, do you have the blueprint?”

“No,” the old man dabbed his finger wet with alcohol on his beard and said, “But I have some information that might lead you to it. How much are you willing to pay for this information?”

The old man was straightforward; he wanted money.

Fang Hao liked this approach as it didn’t waste time.

“That depends on what kind of information it is. Only then can I make an offer.”

“The last technician who mastered the Mammoth construct didn’t want it to be used in war nor for it to be lost to time, so he sealed the blueprint in his own grave,” the old man said with a smile.

“You mean to say, you have a map.”

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, without giving a direct answer, nor denying it, “Five million.”

“Five million is not the worth for just a map, the accuracy of your information is questionable, and besides, with so much time passed, the blueprints may have already decayed,” Fang Hao said.

Anjia chimed in from the side, “Old man, selling a map for five million, why don’t you just go robbing, it’d be much faster? What kind of merchant are you?”

The old man scratched his face with a grin, the rich fool today was haggling.

He was so straightforward before.

“That is the Mammoth construct we’re talking about. As long as you get it, conquering cities and seizing territories would be effortless,” the old man banged the table and raised his voice as if he was not selling information, but the construct blueprint itself.

“Five thousand Warfire Coins.”

“That’s impossible, are you insane? I said five million, and you directly counter with five thousand,” the old man said furiously.

Fang Hao watched the old man’s agitated expression and calmly responded, “You got this news by inquiring around, right? I could just put out a commission at the bar; once the word spreads, people will naturally come sell information.”