Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 1001: Chapter 616: Are You a Goddess? (Vote please, subscribe now……)_2

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Gently caressing the soft sensation.

Just as both were silent.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Rebecca, holding the railing, looked in surprise at the scene inside the room.

Without waiting for a reaction from the two, bang, the door was immediately closed again.

Following that, Rebecca’s voice came from outside the door.

“Fang Hao, come out for a moment, we still need to discuss matters regarding Silver Wing City.”

Both were startled.

Especially Rolana, who sprang up as if caught in adultery.

She almost kicked the man in front of her out again.

“Oh, I’ll come out now,” Fang Hao replied.

Then he also stood up, and while Rolana was still at a loss, he kissed her on the red lips before.

He then left the room directly.

Outside the door, Rebecca was waiting with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Seeing this, Fang Hao was taken aback, “Are you jealous?”

Rebecca glared at him and walked toward the study next to them.

She said, “Dordy didn’t agree to my terms, saying he needed to go back and discuss with others before giving us a reply.”

Fang Hao followed, nodding, “They don’t have a choice, there’s only one option for them to agree to.”

The study door opened.

Both walked in.

Rebecca continued, “Actually, I’m worried they’re only agreeing temporarily. Once the difficulty passes, they’ll find various reasons to weaken our authority.”

In the recent negotiation, the authority Rebecca demanded was already on par with the Hall of Justice and the Church.

Now, the Blood Clan’s attack has forced the council to compromise, but what about when some time passes and the war settles down?

With the means of the Hall of Justice and the council, they will surely find a way to diminish the authority they’ve distributed.

Rebecca was full of distrust towards the council.

“What does the Hall of Justice and the Church rely on to maintain their authority?” Fang Hao asked.

“The Hall of Justice relies on the military, and the Church relies on the number of believers,” she replied.

“Then we’ll also expand our military, maintaining a force they wouldn’t dare play tricks with,” Fang Hao responded.

He didn’t mention that his side also needed faith.

However, faith took time, while the military and equipment could be arranged much faster.

It could also visibly deter the other side.

“Where can I get so many troops, and even if I could, I couldn’t afford to support them,” said Rebecca.

Fang Hao patted his chest vigorously, “You’ve got your man, why be afraid? I’ll bring the troops to you. If anyone dares to bully my wife, I’ll dig up his ancestral grave.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes at him, “What, are you afraid I’ll be angry after seeing you help someone put on her stockings just now?”

“Err, no, it was heartfelt.”

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Silver Wing City.

Inside the Hall of Justice.

Dordy hurried back only to find Milton and Grigorya waiting for him in the hall.

They had not left since Dordy departed, always waiting for his return.

“How is the front line?” Dordy spoke first.

“The Blood Clan’s army has begun moving toward the new front line. They’re expected to reach the allied forces’ new defensive line by tonight,” Milton reported.

After finishing, Milton asked, “Did you see Rebecca?”

Dordy nodded, “I saw her.”

He sat down on the side as an attendant brought up tea.

“Then why didn’t you bring her back? The war cannot afford delays,” Milton said anxiously.

Dordy took a big gulp of the tea and replied, “Bring her back? With hundreds holding weapons and muskets on the second floor, how do you bring her back?”

“What? She dared to lay hands on you?”

The other two showed expressions of disbelief.

In the Federation, Dordy was a figure with immense prestige.

Treating the head of the Hall of Justice in such a manner was tantamount to breaking with the human Federation.

“What’s so unbelievable about it? They both saw it. If we wanted to get closer or made any move, the scene would undoubtedly become even more chaotic,” said Dordy.

It was chaos battling against Lyss City now.

Never mind who would win or lose.

But it definitely would make the situation even more difficult to manage.

The other two who accompanied him also nodded slightly, affirming Dordy’s words.

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“This Rebecca, wants to leave the Federation? She’s really so arrogant,” Milton said coldly.

Grigorya didn’t speak; she actually had some admiration for Rebecca.

A woman, daring to be so tough in dealing with Dordy, and leaving him with no options—it was her first time seeing this.

“It’s not exactly exiting; she has made her own terms. As long as we agree, she will reach out to the Blood Clan,” Dordy continued.

This sentence allowed both of them to breathe a sigh of relief.

There was still room for negotiation, things hadn’t reached the worst-case scenario.

“What are her demands? Just meet them,” one of them uttered.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to agree, listen to what they are first,” Dordy interjected, and continued, “Becoming a member of the Upper House, fifty designated quotas for parliamentary representatives, …— , military stationing rights, passage rights of troops within the territory, and emergency military mobilization rights.”

After hearing these demands, the other two persons were silent.

The implications of these conditions were very clear.

I want to be on an equal footing with you.

What nerve, such wild ambition, such a dominant woman.

“Has she gone mad?” Milton finally squeezed out this sentence after a long pause.

“Perhaps, but now we must weigh whether to agree or not; we can’t afford to drag this out…!”

“Without the Federation, how could her Lyss City survive?”

“I’m afraid she’s already made up her mind to lead her people straight back to Fang Hao City; by that time, she wouldn’t care about the city, she would take all her people and leave,” Grigorya remarked.

A transmigrator still has his own city!

From promises to the Hall of Justice for organ cannons, to the church for ten thousand sets of armors.

It is clear that Fang Hao’s strength has developed; it’s very likely that he has really made this plan.

The three of them fell into silence all of a sudden.

Dordy and Milton were filled with regret.

At that time, they refused the fifty million worth of gear that Fang Hao offered to the Hall of Justice.

The church also refused the ten million worth of equipment he offered.

Now look, the parliament needs to give him things, asking Rebecca for help.

If they had agreed from the beginning, things wouldn’t have become so passive and complicated.

“Archbishop, President Grigorya, time is pressing. We need to decide quickly and call an Upper House meeting,” Dordy urged.

The Archbishop, putting some force on his staff, said, “What else can we do? We must agree, but we should try to lessen her demands as much as possible; fifty seats is too many. And we must get her to cancel the military stationing and passage rights.”

“Those, I feel, aren’t worth fussing over. If we really give Lyss City military rights, does she have that many troops to maneuver? It’s nothing more than Rebecca being upset and making offhand demands; agreeing to them is inconsequential. However, I do think that fifty seats is indeed too many, and we need to reduce the twenty million in funding. Just agree to the rest,” Grigorya expressed her opinion.

This caused a shift in Dordy and Milton’s expressions.

Indeed, concerning military rights, Lyss City doesn’t have the manpower. Agreeing would be just an empty promise—she doesn’t even have enough people to guard the city, let alone where to deploy troops from.

Instead, we can negotiate to reduce the numbers of parliamentary seats and funding.

“Archbishop, what do you think?” Dordy asked.

Milton nodded, “President Grigorya has a point. We can try.”

“Good. Let’s immediately convene an Upper House meeting, and finalize this as soon as possible. We cannot delay any longer.”

“Okay!”

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In the afternoon, at five o’clock.

Carriages raced down the empty streets.

Heading to the Parliament Hall.

As the second night approaches.

The representatives and the nobility are also worried about the situation at the front lines; if need be, they also have means to flee.

Many didn’t want to go down with the Federation.

Today’s Parliament Hall was prepared hurriedly; the red carpet was not replaced, nor were the flags hung up.

There wasn’t any melodious music playing either.

Representatives entered in groups, without their usual relaxation.

Dong!!

The bell rang, and the five leaders made their entrance immediately.

Without any fuss, Dordy began, “This time, the parliament will re-vote on the matter of Lyss City entering the Upper House.”

Before the people could react, he addressed someone to the side, “Come up and say a few words.”

From the shadow of the high platform, a lean middle-aged man with a goatee stepped out.

Dressed in a crisp, dark suit, he slowly walked to the center position.

‘Palmer’, representative of Lyss City.

Wasn’t he said to be ill? Yet he seemed to carry himself more upright than anyone else.

Palmer, expressionless, walked to the middle, bowed to the positions of the Upper and Lower Houses, respectively.

Without any speech, he simply said, “Lyss City will fulfill its duties. Thank you!”

After finishing, he bowed again and turned to leave.

Damn!

What an attitude…

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