Lord of the People: a Hundredfold Increase From the Undead Chapter 528

After the minister said this, the audience instantly fell silent.

There is no way for the business alliance to mediate, and their last hope does not exist.

Loen on the throne also turned pale at this time.

Could it be that Grey Iron City is about to be destroyed by his hands?

He has only been in this position for a few months.

"How come? Don't they accept our compensation?" Ruen hurriedly asked.

None of the people below responded.

In fact, at this point, things have become obvious.

The business alliance must have already figured out which side of the undead is the force.

Otherwise, it will not say that the other party will not accept compensation.

Obviously the undead have the advantage, how could the other side easily end the war!

Seeing that no one spoke below, Luen suppressed the anxiety in his heart and continued: "Is there any solution? Countless soldiers die in this war every day, who can tell me how to end it. "

There was still silence below.

Those ministers who were active in the past and scrambled to show their intelligence in front of Loen all became dumb in an instant.

One by one looked nervous, eyes erratic.

Who else can have any way to find a way out for themselves in their hearts.

They don't want to be buried here with this city.

"Speak!" Ruen roared.

Everyone looked suffocated.

A minister stepped forward and said tremblingly, "Continue the negotiation with the commander of the undead? The conditions can be made by them themselves. We must protect the Grey Iron City first."

As soon as this statement came out, many people loudly agreed.

They don't like the conditions set by their own side, so let them say it themselves.

What they want, as long as they have it, give it.

Hearing the discussion, the other minister on the side sneered and said, "Go talk, let me see how you contacted the other's commander when you were at war."

Ah this....

The ministers fell silent again.

Even if Grey Iron City has a secret passage to go out, no one can get close to the commander of the other party.

If you have this ability, if you directly assassinate it, what kind of judgment is there to negotiate?

"Is there any other way?" Ruen continued to ask.

The minister who had just rebutted took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, it's impossible to negotiate, let's fight, I heard that the Faceless Hut provides assassination missions..."

He didn't go on, but everyone knew what he meant.

The Faceless Hut is something that every city needs and rejects.

The need is to inquire about the information, and the rejection is to fear that their own information will be leaked.

Many cities have begun to clear the faceless, and the same is true for Grey Iron City, but it seems that it has not been cleaned up now.

Loen hesitated, "The faceless people in the city have been cleaned up."

"Don't worry about this, my lord. I know a friend. He can contact the Faceless. It's up to His Majesty to consider it."

Everyone felt that the minister was wrong.

This state, this tone.

The faceless person who can be contacted is you!

Loen's eyes turned and he snorted coldly, "Hmph, the faceless are the common enemy of all races, just as hateful as the undead. I don't need to mention this again, and I will never ask them for help."

Being reprimanded, the minister did not speak, and stepped back.

The rest of the people also said a few words.

There are basically just a few tricks over and over, and there is no effective way.

The discussion was fruitless, and it didn't take long before it ended.

And when people leave.

In the study room of the palace.

Loen didn't wait long before he saw the attendant walking in through the back door with a minister.

"Your Majesty." The minister saluted.

Luen nodded and said softly, "Do you have a contact channel about the Faceless?"

The minister did not hide, "Yes."

Loen took a deep breath and continued: "Assassination of the commander of the other side, how much money is needed, we have all used the money to buy supplies, and there is not much."

The minister smiled and said softly, "Your Majesty, the faceless don't want money."

Ruen frowned, "Don't want money? What do you want?"

Now he can be sure that this minister is the faceless man.

But now I can't move him, and I have to count on him to save Grey Iron City.

However, not asking for money is more serious than asking for money.

"The Faceless wants His Majesty to join the Faceless and become one of them. Correspondingly, the Faceless will help you solve the problem, assassinate the commander of the other side, and even investigate the mastermind behind the scenes, and then kill him." Plain and confident.

Ruen's anger surged up instantly.

This is blatant persecution, forcing him to join the Faceless.

And after he became the Faceless, the entire Grey Iron City and the dwarves were in the hands of the Faceless.

Those **** reptiles of the Faceless, what a big ambition.

Ruen was so angry that he was about to slap the table, but he stretched out his hand and fell again.

What can he do now?

Grey Iron City is occupied by the undead, is it any better than joining the Faceless?

At least there is talk of the faceless, the undead are chasing you to fight, and they will never die.

Silent for a long time.

The sun sets, and luminous stones illuminate the room.

Loen didn't speak, and the minister waited silently.

It's been two or three hours.

Ruen finally sighed, like a deflated ball, without the energy he had before.

The tone was also full of exhaustion, "I can promise you, but only after killing the commander of the other side, our deal will be established."

The minister smiled, "Of course, Your Majesty, but before we act, we can sign a contract."

After speaking, he took out a scroll from his arms.

Rune's pupils narrowed.

He is all ready, the Faceless has calculated everything, and he, a king, has become the most powerless person.

The content of the contract is very simple. After killing the commander of the undead, Loen became a member of the Faceless.

Ruen picked up the pen and signed his name on it.

Once the contract is reached, it disappears instantly.

Loen continued: "Okay, I hope to see the results in the next two days, and you don't want to die in the city."

The minister nodded, "This is natural, and the staff will be arranged to solve this matter."

"Hmph, it's better."

"Then, Your Majesty, rest, I will not disturb you."

After the minister finished speaking, he walked straight out of the study.

Only Loen was left, sitting in front of the desk, staring out the window with dull eyes, and the sound of artillery fire constantly ringing in his ears.

the next day.

The sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow.

Fang Hao woke up from his dream.

Under the warm blanket, Yier, An Jia, and Xiaobai were still sleeping soundly.

The magic dragon potion has strengthened all aspects of his body's abilities.

Even in the wheel battle, Fang Hao has the upper hand.

Woke up the next day, refreshed.

Rubbing his eyes, he first glanced at the Book of Lords, but there was no new news.

He passed the three sleeping men and got out of bed to wash.

When we got downstairs, the maids were already up.

He was clinging to the door frame and looking inside.

"What's wrong?" Fang Hao was curious.

"An Jia didn't get up?" the maids asked hurriedly.

Eh, Fang Hao understands, otherwise, An Jia would take them to train at this time.

Fang Hao thought for a while and said, "This morning, let's rest and continue training in the afternoon."

"Okay!" someone cheered.

She just made a sound, but the maid next to her covered her mouth and hurriedly said, "Shut up, what should I do if I wake up An Jia?"

"Yes, let's go, get out of here."

The maids hurriedly whispered.

The rabbit maids are actually not very old, generally seventeen or eighteen years old, or even younger.

This age, in the modern world, is the time to love beauty and play.

It's a pity that this world is not good, reality forces you to mature.

Fang Hao stopped them and said, "Well, if any of you can upgrade to the eighth rank, you will be rewarded with 100 gold coins, 50 beautiful clothes, and a box of cosmetics. If you can upgrade to a hero, you will have a separate building. Buildings, separate hot springs, enough salary every month, you can go to the city and buy whatever you want.”

Wow~!

The maids grew their mouths.

Training is rewarded.

"Really!"

"Of course it is, but there is a time limit. Within a year, there will be no reward after a year." Fang Hao said immediately.

"What about us, Master, can we do it too?" The fox **** the side also hurriedly asked.

"Of course, the news will continue, and if it reaches the hero, you will be allowed to go to the city to play every week."

The maids all widened their eyes with longing on their faces.

After discussing a few words in a low voice, he immediately ran down to inform him of the news.

After a while.

When Fang Hao came back, he saw the maid go upstairs and pull down An Jia, who was in a daze.

No matter what, you have to train, making An Jia look dazed.

Lysis City, Temple.

The aged priest 'Miriam', wearing a cloak of animal skin, stood in the middle of the open space in front of the temple.

Behind him was a truckload of supplies that had been delivered last night.

In front of them, the residents of the city were standing.

In winter, these people will be sallow and skinny, and the body will tremble uncontrollably when the cold wind blows.

Miriam, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and knocked **** the side of the car, "Be quiet, listen to me, be quiet."

The crowd below gradually quieted down, and Qi Qi raised their heads to look at the old but energetic Priest Miriam.

I do not know since when, this stubborn and mean old priest.

It seems that I have become younger and my condition is much better.

Wait for everyone to be quiet.

Miriam said loudly: "Every winter is a test for human beings. Cold and hunger will take away our relatives, friends, and even ourselves, while most people are powerless."

The people below all bowed their heads.

Waking up so early, the people gathered in the temple were not the nobles of the city.

These cold and hungry people seek help from the temple.

But the winter is long, and they also know that it is often difficult for them to survive this winter.

Miriam continued: "In order to let everyone get through this winter, the great city master has posted a lot of jobs in the city, recruiting militiamen, and building the city. As long as you don't slack off, you can still get paid for two meals a day. ."

Lord Mayor?

All you look at me, I look at you.

Priest Miriam confused?

Why didn't I mention the gift of the God of Light today, but the great city lord.

Oh!

Yes, how can the gods see their suffering!

"Priest Miriam, it's freezing cold, how can we build a city? You can't even dig the soil." Someone immediately said loudly.

Miriam looked down at the dirty teenagers in the crowd.

A smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"You can think of it, the city owner and his wife can't think of it? Many people need this job to spend this winter."

Speaking of this, everyone except the stupid ones understands what it means.

Arranging these jobs at this time is to arrange a job for more people.

"Oh I see."

Miriam looked at everyone again and said loudly: "Did you see the carriage behind me? These are the supplies sent by the city owner. After registration and verification of identity, each family can receive furs and herbs for winter protection. "

"Really? Can you get it for free?"

The more Miriam said, the less people believed.

No matter the God of Light or the nobles in the city, who cares about the life and death of the people below.

This year has been pretty good.

There were no bandits in the nearby villages, otherwise shacks would have been erected outside the city.

Dead bodies can be seen everywhere on the road.

Not only did no mountain bandits appear this year, but the new city owner of Lysis City actually sent supplies.

This... is too fake!

Miriam was not angry, and said calmly: "The Lord of the City is kind, and I can't see everyone suffering, okay! Line up to register, get the supplies, go to the temple to thank the statue of Lord City Lord, and then you can go home. , in order to surround here."

Residents immediately formed long, slender lines.

Start to collect winter supplies in an orderly manner.

Then enter the temple, face the stone statue of Lord City Lord, kneel to thank you, and discuss leaving the temple together.

Except for a few complicated queues who were caught out, everything went well for the rest.

Everyone is also nagging, the city owner is good, not the same as other nobles.

The same thing happened in the temples of all the affiliated cities.

Give out furs and herbs to those who have a hard time getting through the winter, and there is no requirement, just kneeling and thanking the statues in the temple.

Whether it's a human, an orc, or a rough-skinned troll, no one will turn down a free item.

Is it nothing more than kneeling down and kowtow?

Eight Peaks Mountain.

late at night.

The deafening artillery fire continued, and the earth kept shaking with a sound.

From time to time, the light of the fire soared into the sky, reflecting a figure running fast.

She was wearing black clothes, with a black mask covering her face, leaving only one purple eye.

Like a dark elf, every time she stopped, her figure disappeared in the darkness.

The skeleton soldiers who passed by were unaware.

She moved quickly through the darkness.

He stopped in front of a tent stitched with animal skins.

Hidden in the darkness, he silently observed the scene ahead.

Around the tent, there were wraith guards braving green fire.

This kind of wise undead is very likely to detect her traces.

But no problem.

The Shadow Killer flickered and disappeared into the darkness again.

Boom!

With the help of the sound of artillery bombardment in the distance, she shattered the heads of two skeletons.

Soul fire quickly extinguished.

Immediately afterwards, the second sound of artillery fire cleared the two guards again.

Let this tent completely lose its defense.

The shadow killer showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, pulled up a corner of the tent, and got in.

Avoiding the organs arranged around, quietly entered the tent.

He took out a dagger full of serrations on his waist.

Sting the sleeping person on the bed.

puff!

The sound of meat piercing sounded, and the blade did not reach the handle.

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