Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

In Dong Jiayue's and other transmigrators' mouths, their appraisal of him wasn't high.

But this man seemingly really had some talent.

At least the bolt-action rifle was something he helped the Dwarves improve upon.

Could it be that the revolver was made?

On second thought, since winter had passed, it was about time.

Opening the private chat, however, left Fang Hao somewhat disappointed.

"Fang Hao big bro, Lord Bellerga hopes you can find the time to come over for a trip; there's something important he wants to discuss with you."

Bellerga was looking for him?

Having a transmigrator around really did make things easier.

Not even the Sound-transmitting Shell could offer this convenience.

"Sure, tell him to wait a moment; I'll head over immediately."

"Okay."

After ending the private chat with the other person, his back was gently embraced by a soft body.

"Master, why did you get up so early? Don't you ever feel tired?" Eira said gently.

Fang Hao patted her head.

"You all can sleep a bit longer; no need to get up this early."

Eira didn't say much but instead kneeled up and began helping him get dressed.

After breakfast.

Having called for Demitrija, Fang Hao activated the transportation light screen and headed to Gray Iron City.

He appeared in a hall that had a modern style yet was exceptionally luxurious.

He found that Bellerga and a group of Dwarf ministers were all gathered in the hall.

It didn't seem like a meeting.

They likely knew Fang Hao would appear here and were waiting for him.

"Milord," Bellerga saluted.

"Milord..." The group of Dwarves simultaneously saluted.

Fang Hao waved his hand, indicating that everyone could rise, and then sat down to one side.

There weren't many Dwarves present.

But there were still over twenty people, likely all confidants Bellerga had promoted.

Once everyone was seated, Attendants brought over roasted tea that suited the Dwarves' taste.

Seeing that everyone had taken their seats, Fang Hao also asked, "Bellerga, what's the important matter?"

Bellerga spoke softly, "Milord, the Human Federation sent a message yesterday regarding the situation at the Great Cemetery of Odys, hoping that the Dwarves could provide reinforcements and planning to purchase a certain amount of armaments."

Fang Hao's brows furrowed instantly.

Were the Undead and humans already on the brink of war?

They had even started to ask the Dwarves for help.

"How did the Federation communicate with you?"

Bellerga organized his words and said, "The Dwarves and Human Federation maintain contact through the Sound-transmitting Shell. They mentioned that the situation with the Great Cemetery of Odys is increasingly dire; several negotiations have failed, so they want the Dwarves to be prepared in advance to jointly resist the Undead, and they have also placed orders for five thousand cannons as well as tens of thousands of crossbow equipment."

Fang Hao fell into thought.

Several rounds of negotiations had failed; it seemed like they truly were on the verge of war.

"Bellerga, according to Dwarf tradition, after receiving a message from humans, how would you handle it?"

Bellerga said, "Milord, humans and Dwarves have a mutual agreement to provide aid to each other against the Blood Clan and the Undead. But peace has lasted for several decades; it's a matter of whether or not to maintain this agreement."

"What about the armaments they want to buy?"

"In recent years, Dwarves have ceased selling new-type armaments externally. Humans buying now could be to cope with the Undead, or it might also be an excuse to update a new batch of firearms," analyzed Bellerga.

"Bellerga, now that you are in charge of Eight Peaks Mountain, what do you think?" Fang Hao continued to ask.

Given Bellerga's fluent responses, it was clear he and his subordinates had already discussed the matter thoroughly in advance.

Fang Hao also wanted to hear his opinion.

Bellerga didn't hide anything and directly said, "Milord, I think we can sell the armaments to them. It's a considerable income, but regarding the support of troops, Gray Iron City just ended a big battle and there's no spare manpower to help the humans at this moment."

Fang Hao agreed in his heart after listening.

Gray Iron City had just been through a great battle with the Undead; indeed, there was an excuse to refuse sending troops.

The armaments and equipment could be sold to them.

To boost the human side's combat power and in turn deplete the Great Cemetery's forces.

"Didn't they purchase rifles?"

"No, the Human Federation is not very accustomed to muskets, and perhaps they haven't received news about rifles yet."

"Well then, proceed as per your plan."

"Yes, milord," Bellerga nodded and looked back down at the group of Dwarf ministers, "You all heard the Milord's words, go prepare now!"

"Yes." The group of Dwarves filed out one after another.

...

What followed.

Bellerga reported the recent situation in Gray Iron City to Fang Hao.

All the mines had resumed extraction and the smelteries within the city, as well as various workshops, had also resumed production.

The Dwarves returned to their posts and gradually returned to their everyday lives.

This was something Bellerga had handled quite well.

He had some prestige among the Dwarves and was able to stabilize their emotions.

There were no large-scale disturbances.

After Bellerga finished his report, Fang Hao stood up and said, "Let's go, head to the warehouse. I'll directly manufacture the armaments, making it easier for you to sell them together to the Federation."

"Thank you, milord, this is wonderful."

"Sure, let's go."

They left the Royal Palace and went straight to the armaments warehouse.

Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords and started making five thousand cannons and the corresponding number of crossbows.

As well as the projectiles and crossbow bolts.

They appeared instantly. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

A large number of Dwarves were called over to begin sorting through the warehouse full of armaments.

"Let's go take a look at the research institute."

"Milord, this way, please."

...

Noon.

Jinmastu City.

As winter left and spring arrived, the number of residents entering and leaving through the city gates was starting to increase.