Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead - Chapter 364 - Chapter 364: Chapter 356, Multi-Headed Fire Python_l

Chapter 364: Chapter 356, Multi-Headed Fire Python_l

Fang Hao and his group returned to the village in a grand fashion.

Macken and a few young villagers anxiously waited by the east gate.

Upon seeing them, he hurried towards them, “Sir, how did it go? How many of those mice were eliminated?”

The whole village heard the massive roaring sound.

Although they did not witness it firsthand, they knew it was caused by Fang Hao and his men.

Such a loud noise must have had significant power, perhaps enough to wipe out the rat swarm.

“They should all be taken care of. If there are more rats in the future, come find me in the city,” Fang Hao casually remarked while walking.

“Ah? All cleared?” Macken was somewhat surprised.

“Yes, we have concentrated the cleanup of the rats and filled in the two rat nests. There should be no more rats,” answered Fang Hao calmly.

“Oh, that’s fantastic, thank you so much, sirs.” Macken was overjoyed, clapping his hands in gratitude.

Fang Hao nodded, leading his group back into the village.

They followed the road towards the north gate, where the horses were kept.

Along the way, villagers enthusiastically offered homegrown produce.

This flood of gifts made the bandits feel somewhat awkward as they tried to refuse.

The feeling of receiving willingly offered gifts was not the same as taking by force.

When they reached the north gate, Auntie Terry was sitting under a large tree just outside the village entrance.

Seeing Fang Hao and the others approaching, she also rose and walked over.

Leaning on her cane, she stood next to Fang Hao, “Did you solve the rat problem?”

As soon as Auntie Terry spoke, Macken and others fell silent instantly, discreetly moving aside.

“We’ve taken care of it, thanks to Auntie’s potion, we managed to eliminate the rats.”

“Well, that’s good,” Auntie Terry answered, eyeing the soldiers waiting to dismount their horses, then whispered, “Aren’t you going to arrest me?”

Maybe others didn’t know about the rats’ murderous intent, but Fang Hao must have deduced the truth.

Capturing a murderer could be a big achievement for a guard.

“Ah! You need evidence to solve a case. I don’t have any evidence, which doesn’t meet the requirement to arrest someone,” said Fang Hao nonchalantly, accepting the reins handed to him by the bandits and mounting his horse.

His words stunned Auntie Terry.

Evidence…

Thinking about it, she realized that Fang Hao must have said it on purpose.

“Here, take this. Not many in the village can read. I hope it will be helpful to you,” Auntie Terry pulled out a notebook from her bosom and handed it over.

Fang Hao bent down to take it.

[Terry’s Herbal Notes]

[Category: Notes]

(Description: Contains Terry’s herbal study records. You can learn about herbal knowledge from the content of these notes.)

Another set of notes.

Although it didn’t offer any special ability bonuses.

The use of the notes was pretty clear; one could learn about herbal studies from them.

Not only could Fang Hao learn from them, but he could also have his less combat adept maids study them—being more knowledgeable could never be a bad thing.

“Alright, thank you Auntie Terry. I’ll treat you to a meal in Lyss City when I get a chance,” said Fang Hao with a smile as he tucked the notes away.

Auntie Terry responded with his smile, “Good.”

Fang Hao gave Macken, who was not too far away, a nod, called to his troop, and quickly left the village.

By the time they left the village, it was already 4 in the afternoon.

Fang Hao didn’t choose to return to the stronghold.

Instead, he directly entered Lyss City.

At sunset, the sky was shrouded in deep red clouds.

The Gray Bears went to their lodgings, while Fang Hao and Anjia headed to the Mission Hall in East City.

“Hello, sir.” This time, a stranger, a female receptionist, greeted him.

“I came to submit a mission and look to see if there were any new ones to take on.” Fang Hao stood in front of the counter and directly stated his purpose.

“May I ask for the name of your mercenary group and the name of the completed mission?” asked the woman, following procedure.

“Bone Knight Group. The completed missions are [Bandit Elimination] and [Village Mouse Problem],” Fang Hao answered.

“Okay, sir, please wait.” The woman started flipping through the information in her hand, searching for the Bone Knight Group’s info.

It didn’t take long to find the group’s record on the last page.

“Sir, we have recorded the missions you submitted. Someone will come to verify them later. Here are the bounties for your last missions [Wilderness Cemetery], [Mushroom Valley], and [Bandit Elimination]. Totaling 350 gold coins, please double-check,” the woman said retrieving a money bag from behind the counter and placing it on the counter.

Instead of paying out bounties right away after completing a mission, the amount is settled a day or two after the mission. Fang Hao just happened to receive the bounties for the last missions as he was handing in new ones.

“Alright, thank you,” Fang Hao picked up the moneybag, then picked up a nearby mission map to search.

After thumbing through it for a while, he didn’t find any missions that intrigued him.

Seeing no suitable missions, Fang Hao closed the mission sheet and set it aside.

He was staying in the city for the night anyway.

He would come back the next day to see if any new missions were available.

After leaving the Mission Hall, Fang Hao started strolling around the market at the entrance.

This is where mercenaries gathered to sell their spoils of war.

By dusk, the scale of the market had grown several times from the morning, but the city had only designated two streets for it.

Thus, one stall was right next to another, resulting in a bustling and crowded scene.

The mercenaries completed their tasks during the day and only had the chance to sell their loot now.

Fang Hao and Anjia leisurely strolled around.

There was no specific target; they were just seeing if they could find any overlooked items that they might need.

After all, with so many people around, everything’s for sale.

The locals don’t know the value of their goods, so they might neglect something of real value.

As they went along, Anjia ended up with quite the collection of snacks in her hands.

Munching away, left and right, she hadn’t an ounce of the vigilance expected of a bodyguard.

Fang Hao stopped at one of the stalls and casually picked up a hefty book that was laid out on the ground.

Mental Power Theory.

Well, well, well!

What a find!

Fang Hao glanced at the stall owner who was busy playing cards with someone, before flipping through the pages to skim the book.

While it wasn’t a Skill Scroll or a cultivation method,

It did record the usage of spiritual power and related theoretical knowledge.

And it started from the basics, gradually progressing to more advanced topics, serving as a textbook for understanding such information.

“Boss, what’s the price for this?” Fang Hao lifted the book and loudly inquired. The stall owner, engrossed in his card game, casually glanced over and replied, “It was left to me by my family, but the information recorded is still valuable. If you want it, you can take it for 100 Gold Coins.”

Books about spiritual power do hold a certain value.

But in Lyss City, the majority are warriors or archers, and the mercenaries who need to cultivate spiritual power are in the minority.

Moreover, it only contains theoretical knowledge without much resale value.

It must be why it has remained on sale until now, unsold despite the nearing closure time.

The stall owner saw that Fang Hao was interested, hence the upfront asking price of too Gold Coins.

“10 Gold. If you’re willing to sell, I’ll take it as toilet paper. If not, then forget it.” He casually tossed the book back.

The old rule of haggling – – start by eliminating a zero.

Once he made his offer, laughter erupted from the side.

The stall owner’s face froze for a moment before quickly composing himself, casually replying while focusing on his game, “Sold, cough up the money. You’re really willing to pay 10 Gold for toilet paper, aren’t you rich!”

Dang it!!

Hearing the stall owner agree so readily, Fang Hao felt like he had been ripped off.

But he had already made his offer, and he genuinely needed this book.

So he just pulled out 10 Gold Coins and handed them over, tucking the book away.

“I have a few more rolls of this ‘toilet paper.’ If you want them all, I’ll sell you the whole bundle for 50 Gold Coins.” He unfolded the cloth bag he was sitting on and casually tossed it over.

Magic Power Guide, Mental Power Adjustment, Fire Elemental Explanation, Multi-Headed Fire Python: Volume 1….

There were seven books in total.

Among these, Multi-Headed Fire Python: Volume 1 piqued Fang Hao’s interest.

This one was different from the others.

Multi-Headed Fire Python: Volume 1

Category: Book

(Description: Upon reading thoroughly, one can learn Fire Elemental Summoning Skills.)

Nice, what a pleasant surprise!

Glancing again at the stall owner still engrossed in his card game, Fang Hao wondered how the book hadn’t been purchased yet, considering it had been under his posterior.

Not wanting to draw any attention, Fang Hao repackaged the books.

He then pulled out 50 Gold Coins and tossed them onto the stall, “Alright, I’ll take them. Now I won’t have to worry about running out of toilet paper for a month.”

“Sure, remember to be gentle when you’re using them – these books are quite old, don’t tear them.” The stall owner pocketed the money and lightheartedly joked.

“I’ll add a few extra sheets,”

Fang Hao commented, before confidently striding away with his books.

After the first stall, Fang Hao found himself holding a pile of books.

While his expression hadn’t changed, he was undoubtedly ecstatic.

The sensation of tripping upon a great deal was pretty thrilling.

It reminded him of scavenging through antique markets in his previous world. Real and fake items were mixed together, and your discernment was key.

As long as you had a keen eye or enough luck, you could find several valuable items.

He had chosen the path of a Mage.

Even though the skills he learned were diverse, under the influence of Starfire and the fractured Elemental Handbook, the skills he was proficient in related to fire and summoning abilities.

“Multi-Headed Fire Python: Volume 1” met these two requirements precisely. It felt like it was tailor-made just for him.

However, it was just a book, not a Skill Scroll.

He would need to read and understand it thoroughly before he could learn the skills.

If there was a Volume 1, surely there were Volumes 2, 3,4, 5, and so on?

Maybe not…

As these thoughts ran through Fang Hao’s mind, he continued in his leisurely browsing.

Along the way, he purchased some rare materials.

To refill his material inventory.

Suddenly,

Fang Hao stopped in his tracks.

In front of him was an insignificant stall. Inside a mottled wooden box on the ground was a rolled-up blueprint.

A quick scan revealed its information.

Undead War Drum Blueprint.

A blueprint for an Undead item in a human city.

The moment Fang Hao crouched down,

The stall owner greeted him enthusiastically, “Young man, see something you like? I’m about to close shop, so I can give you a good deal.”

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