Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The sudden sound startled the Dragon Queen.

In the eyes of the Dragon Clan and various other races, she has always been perceived as strong, dignified, and noble.

The only drawbacks, if any, were her combativeness and greed.

Of course, to the Dragon Queen herself, these weren't considered flaws at all.

But now, she was caught red-handed, secretly wearing these... and seen by someone else.

It was as if a dignified empress privately slipped into seductive lingerie to lure a man.

This awkwardness made her all flustered in an instant.

Just as she thought about tearing it off forcibly, Fang Hao walked over.

Seeing her kneeling, with fishnet stockings on her legs, he calmly said, "The tailor is quite prompt."

Dragon Queen stiffened, pulled down her skirt to cover more, suppressed the embarrassment in her heart, and flatly said, "What brings you here? The tailor made a new type of stockings, asked me to check them out."

Helping?

Fang Hao curiously looked at her.

The fishnet stockings weren't his creation.

They were made by other transmigrators in the channel, which he traded for, letting the tailor research and produce.

Of course, they were mainly worn by the maids.

Plus, Skeleton would avoid her sight; how could he ask her to do a wear test?

He didn't clarify, instead he sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and asked, "How does it feel? Is it comfortable to wear, any different than regular silk stockings?"

After saying that, Fang Hao intently watched her.

Her cheeks were rosy and pale, her long dress hugged her curves, voluptuous and full.

Due to her kneeling, the hem of her dress rolled up, revealing her sleek, rounded legs.

"I haven't put them on yet; they're too difficult to wear." Her toes poked holes and tangled together.

If she hadn't told him these were for her to try on,

She would have torn them right there.

The strength of the Dragon Clan can never be restrained by mere fishnets.

Fang Hao gulped down a glass of wine, grabbed her ankle, and placed it on his leg, "It's your first time; you'll get used to it."

He took out her pale toe from the fishnet.

The Dragon Queen was startled, her foot jerked back, but Fang Hao caught it again.

Gently patting her instep, he said, "Don't move."

Not sure if it was the verbal distraction or the unfamiliar experience.

The Dragon Queen stiffened, but her legs were pulled back, resting on the man's legs.

"What are you doing, don't overdo it."

Fang Hao ignored her.

He straightened the fishnet stockings, pulling them up gradually from her ankles.

His fingers trailed over her skin, feeling the silky yet powerful thighs of the Dragon Queen.

All the way up to the top of her thighs.

It was only then that the Dragon Queen grabbed his hand, "Alright, I'll do the rest myself."

Standing up, she pulled the rest up over her legs.

Dragon Queen was very tall and proportionally perfect, almost the same height as Fang Hao.

After wearing them all, she thought for a moment, then lightly lifted her skirt to reveal the dense black fishnets, tiptoed, and twirled around, "How does it look? Pretty huh?"

Fang Hao evaluated the woman in front of him.

After slipping these on, the noble air of the Dragon Queen vanished, replaced by an indescribable allure.

This kind of scenario indeed carried a strong impact and a sense of conquest.

He must be the first to see the Dragon Queen lifting her skirt to show off fishnet stockings.

"Beautiful, and very fitting for you."

The Dragon Queen's face lit up with a bright smile, seemingly less shy now.

And Fang Hao's reputation outside wasn't any better than hers; today's incident wouldn't get out.

Feeling much more relaxed, she asked, "It's too revealing though, if there were an additional layer, turning the mesh into gold threads might look better."

"Hmm, not a bad idea, I'll ask the tailor to make a sample later," Fang Hao said, sipping his wine while watching the somewhat coquettish Dragon Queen spin around.

While seriously considering how to improve the fishnets, the Dragon Queen suddenly noticed his gaze.

She immediately let go of her skirt and sat down again across the table, her expression turned serious again, "Did you come here for something?"

He didn't really have anything.

Just came to see her, and happened upon this scene.

"Nothing much, just came to see you!"

The Dragon Queen glanced at him, "Didn't we already meet today?"

Hmm?

This statement made the Dragon Queen sound a bit like a coy woman.

As he glanced away and sipped his wine, he said, "Ah, saw you during the day, wasn't enough, wanted to talk more with you."

Pfft~~!

The Dragon Queen instantly widened her eyes, her face flushed again, staring at him in disbelief.

It was as if she heard something unimaginable, full of surprise and doubt.

"What's with that, surprised that I missed you?" Fang Hao chuckled inwardly, but asked solemnly.

"Stop it, it's disgusting, I can't stand it." The Dragon Queen hurriedly gestured with her hands, wiping her lips.

Fang Hao grabbed her arm, intending to pull her into his embrace.

She barely moved with just a slight force, her eyes slightly narrowed, watching him warily.

This situation, seems familiar!

Both remained in a deadlock, and the surroundings quieted down again.

The Dragon Queen coughed lightly and pulled her arm back, "There are patrols, it's not good to be seen."

She said this, but still tilted her body slightly, laying her fishnet-covered legs back on his knees.

Her face nonchalant, she resumed holding her wine glass, sipping the wine.(

Fang Hao smiled, his hand resting on her leg, continuing to ask, "How is the Green Dragon with the absorption of Divinity?"

"Can't remember names, you could at least say Elder Green!"

"Oh, is Elder Green still doing well?"

The Dragon Queen took a sip of wine, exhaled softly and said blandly, "Smoothly, the power of the Dragon Clan grows with age, he's already strong, and absorbing the Demigod's Divinity isn't an issue."

"So, Elder Green will take care of Mount Dragon Peak from now on."

"Hmm." The Dragon Queen felt a bit of itch, shrunk her legs back, but they were pulled back again.

Half-dragging, half-pulling, he also moved closer to her embrace.

"I thought you would pass the position to Beata!"

The Dragon Queen suddenly looked up, "My daughter, of course, should stay by my side. Being the leader of the Dragon Clan is quite boring, which actually suits 'Bishop's' personality."

"That's good, then you won't have an excuse to run around anymore."

"What do you mean by that!" the Dragon Queen playfully hit.

Sigh!

At this moment, a Harpy on night duty flew from afar.

But halfway through its flight, upon seeing the two nestled together, it instantly turned around and left as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

The two below, however, felt as though they had been caught in the act.

The Dragon Queen kicked him away and sat up straight.

...

The next day.

There was one day left until Savana's wedding.

In the transmigrator's channel, it was all discussions about this event. Invitations and accompanying personnel's identities had become negotiable bargaining chips.

The discussion was extremely heated.

The Trade Alliance premises were also elaborately adorned.

The branches along the road were freshly trimmed, and Flower Fairies draped ribbons across the street lamps on both sides.

It was as if the whole Trade Alliance was welcoming some kind of festival.

Fire Hammer Shop.

Eira, in a dazzling long dress, sat on a somewhat old wooden chair.

It was only when a thick-bearded Dwarf approached that she stood up and smiled, "Master Brinston, I've come to pick up the equipment that was being repaired last time."

"Oh, alright!" Brinston asked someone to fetch the equipment, then curiously asked, "I heard that something happened to Fang Hao? Is it true?"

Eira hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm not at liberty to answer that."

Upon hearing this, Brinston immediately widened his eyes, "So something did happen to that clever lad! How could he get into trouble?"

Eira sat calmly, without responding.

While Brinston kept muttering for a while.

Finally, Eira continued speaking, "Master, I'd like to commission two pieces of equipment."

"Oh, what kind of equipment?" The Dwarf asked, taking a swig of alcohol.

"Space Rings, the kind of jewelry that can store items."

"Do you have Space Material?" The Dwarf looked at her curiously.

"Yes, whatever material you need, you can name it."

Upon hearing this, the Dwarf still displayed surprise.

Space Material wasn't just any common item.

You can't just buy it with money; it's impressive that she could offer it up.

What exactly is going on with Fang Hao?

Does he have such deep resources?

And though it seemed like he's in trouble, it doesn't quite look like he actually is.

After staring blankly for a while, seeing no reaction from the rabbit woman, he took another swig and said, "We're not good at these things, if you want Space Jewelry, you should go to the Elves; they're better at crafting delicate items."

It's a matter of professional expertise.

It's like the difference between a blacksmith and a jeweler.

Dwarves can make equipment alright, but not jewelry, whereas jewelers find it hard to produce weapons and gear.

Oh!

Eira showed hesitation.

The situation with her master and the Elves was quite strained.

Seeing the rabbit woman's expression, the Dwarf laughed, "I too dislike those guys. If you don't want to deal with them, I'll place an order under the Fire Hammer Shop's name for you, with the costs and materials provided by you."

Eira was delighted, stood up and bowed, "Then thank you so much, Master."

The Dwarf laughed again, sent someone to place the order with the Elves, and had Eira prepare the materials.

Once everything was processed.

Eira and two Nisbits left the Fire Hammer Shop.

She took another look at the bustling construction in the distance, then turned and left.

...

Main City.

Lord's Mansion, Back Garden.

The Dragon Queen lay in a rocking chair, while the Red General, fat as a rooster, nestled in her plump, soft bosom.

It was quite strange.

Where was the Dragon's Might?

Normally, beasts and animals don't dare approach the Dragon Clan.

But the Red General didn't seem to have this awareness and always snuggled into soft places.

It really was odd.

Nearby, Fang Hao and the tree-like 'Shinisara' sat on opposite sides of a stone table.

[Heart of the Deep Forest - Shinisara (Dark Gold Level 6 Hero)]

After absorbing Divine Wood Amber, Shinisara's level reached Dark Gold Level 6.

Fang Hao asked, "Shinisara, how do you feel after reaching Dark Gold?"

"Thank you, my lord. The area of Dreamy Forest has expanded again, and I have felt a strong power," Shinisara showed a humanized smile.

Fang Hao nodded and checked her Loyalty.

[Heart of the Deep Forest - Shinisara's current Loyalty to you is 97.]

Loyalty is just short of three points.

Not a big problem. As long as he gifts her with Divinity, it will definitely reach 100 points.

Thinking this through, Fang Hao directly took out the green-glowing Divinity.

As soon as it appeared, the plants and flowers in the backyard seemed to be affected, emitting a strong vitality.

They instantly became more lush.

"My lord, this is..." Shinisara sensed the power, eyes drawn to the Divinity.

Fang Hao smiled, "This is a Wood attribute Divinity, most suitable for you within the territory. Now, I am handing it over to you."