Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1339 - 918, You’re Too Perverted

It is not the kind of scarecrow found in fields.

The craftsmanship was a bit more exquisite, with straw woven together like fine rope.

It had no facial features, only two spots for the eyes painted white.

The lower half was mounted on a wooden stick, leaning against the corner of the wall like discarded trash.

The dwarf was still talking as he walked outside. When he turned around at the door, he noticed that Fang Hao was already standing in the corner.

His eyes were fixed on the scarecrow behind the clutter.

He immediately walked over and said, "This is an Essence Scarecrow, also one of my past collectibles, but I simply have too many items and no place to put them."

The dwarf moved some clutter aside and directly took out the scarecrow.

"Uh, the treatment this collectible receives is completely different from the previous ones," Fang Hao remarked.

Previously, they were handled very carefully, gently picked up and put down.

This scarecrow, being piled in the junk, stored with other miscellaneous items, was clearly not favored.

"At the time, I didn’t know why, but I ended up buying this thing. It’s too large and there was no place to put it." The dwarf looked up at him, "Why, are you interested?"

"Not really, just curious about who would turn a scarecrow into an orange item."

The dwarf seemed to have found an opportunity to flaunt his knowledge and immediately said, "This is because of the Elf Conflict..."

"What do you mean?"

"The political conflict among the elves; you should know about it—it was during that period that these scarecrows appeared."

According to the dwarf,

There was a war for power between the elves and the Dark Elves.

Among the Dark Elf race, there once was a hero called ’Witch.’

The Witch was not skilled in combat or Elemental Magic, but she knew a kind of curse magic.

She could kill the enemy directly through curses.

Before the battle started, the leaders of the Elf Clan would inexplicably die, causing quite a panic at the time.

Later, the Elf Clan developed these scarecrows that, when a curse was cast, would transfer the curse onto the scarecrow, saving the cursed individual’s life.

Of course, after the battle ended, these scarecrows no longer appeared.

What’s preserved are just some leftovers from before.

Fang Hao listened and nodded along.

This cursing was somewhat like the ghostly practices of his former world, capable of killing enemies from afar.

When he first came to this world, he used the Light Feather dagger to avoid being targeted by such abilities.

Now that he himself had become a god, although his skills were not powerful, his various resistances were quite high, making it difficult for ordinary people to curse him.

Thus, he no longer carried the Light Feather shortsword.

"How about it? Interested?" The dwarf stroked his thick beard.

"Just curious," replied Fang Hao.

"Anyway, it’s an orange item. If you’re interested, I can give you a friendly price," continued the dwarf.

Clearly, he intended to sell this collectible that he had no space for.

And before him was this wealthy transmigrator, an excellent potential buyer.

"Forget it, I don’t really need it..."

Squeak~!

The door opened, and Anjia and Little You peeked inside.

Seeing the two inside, they immediately smiled and pushed the door open to come in.

When they saw the scarecrow that Brinston was holding, Anjia immediately widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Old man, aren’t you too perverse? You actually like this kind of thing?"

Fang Hao just complained in his mind, while Anjia, unreserved and even mocking, exclaimed loudly.

The rugged-skinned dwarf’s face turned red as he glared and said, "You little girl, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Anjia retorted, "Who’s talking nonsense, then why do you keep such a scarecrow in this small room? That’s really perverse."

Fang Hao pulled her back, "Don’t talk nonsense."

Although Anjia was like a troubled teen, she actually knew little about these things.

To be blunt, she had learned it all around Fang Hao.

Sometimes they watched the area channel together, phrases like ’plastic girlfriend, as long as it’s female, are okay,’ filled the screen.

Among the transmigrators, it might just be considered a jesting topic, but making jokes with the original inhabitants here could easily lead to trouble.

As expected, Brinston flushed red and panted angrily.

Grinding his teeth, he said, "Leave, all of you leave. Fire Hammer Shop will no longer accept your commissions."

Upon hearing this, the three knew the dwarf was genuinely angry.

Especially Anjia and Little You, it was almost time for their Demon Dragon armor.

Anjia kept silent this time, and Fang Hao said, "She’s just a child who doesn’t understand, Master, please don’t take it to heart. You were saying you wanted to sell this item? I’m actually... interested."

The dwarf was still furious, glaring at Fang Hao, he said, "You’re interested?"

"Somewhat interested, let’s sit down and talk about it."

"Hmph! Fine, let’s go outside to talk…" The dwarf didn’t say much more, holding the scarecrow as he walked outside.

Fang Hao and the others followed behind, Fang Hao lightly smacked Anjia’s behind, signaling her to stop talking.

She pouted, indicating it was just a joke.

Once they left the workshop, there was already a wooden box set up in the hall.

Inside the box were ’Alurag’s’ repaired equipment and a blue blueprint for a giant halberd.

[Giant halberd: Iron 850, Iron blocks 550...]

The name was straightforward, simply called Giant halberd.

Fang Hao checked everything once and packed up both the equipment and the blueprint.

"Let’s sit here," Brinston put the scarecrow aside, and sat down at the table.

He reached up and pulled a hanging cord above the table, immediately ringing a ding-ding sound.

Two Dwarfs walked in from outside, each holding two beers.

After the two Dwarfs left, Brinston continued, "How much do you plan to pay for it? This is a rare collectible. If it were outside, it would be invaluable."

Anjia curled her lips, with the expression of ’you old scammer’.

But she behaved better this time, without any taunting words.

Fang Hao said, "Master, don’t act like those sly Goblins. Just name your price. If I find it reasonable, I will buy it."

Brinston nodded, and said directly, "I bought it for 3.5 million, I want to make a profit, so I’ll sell it to you for 3.6 million. That’s not too much, right?"

"Okay, not too much." Fang Hao nodded and continued, "I offer 1 million, if you sell, I’ll take it."

Brinston’s eyes bulged, almost not believing his own ears.

He knuckled his forehead in disbelief and then said, "I said 3.6 million."

"Yes, I bid 1 million, bargaining should be allowed when shopping, right!" said Fang Hao.

Brinston raised his voice, "Your bargaining, it’s a bit too much."

Fang Hao sighed, "Ah, then it can’t be helped, this is all I can put together right now, what a pity, what a..."

"Fine, I’ll sell, give me the money!" Brinston suddenly spoke up, cutting off his words.

Damn it!

Fang Hao and his group were surprised, and instantly realized that even with his price cut in half, Brinston still made a profit.

"Give the money..." Brinston urged.

"Okay." Fang Hao took out the money, counted out 1 million Warfire Cards, and handed them to the Dwarf.

The Dwarf, who was just scowling and grimacing, immediately smiled.

1 million for an orange item was indeed not expensive, but this item had been lying around in his workshop for several years, and he had almost forgotten about it.

To be able to sell it for 1 million was also a gain.

Anjia stood up and took back the scarecrow.

"How is this scarecrow supposed to be used? Just stand it up in the house?" Fang Hao looked it over and asked.

Brinston stood up, came to the scarecrow, and plucked a bracelet made of a finger-thick twig from the arm raised horizontally by the scarecrow and handed it to him.

He said, "When you need to use it, just wear this bracelet. When you wear it, you are it, and it is you, and you won’t be able to use any of your fighting abilities."

The implication was, while wearing the wooden bracelet.

He would be acting as the scarecrow, and the scarecrow would be acting as him.

Even if he could move, he wouldn’t be able to use any skills because he was just a scarecrow.

That’s it, 1 million gone down the drain.

During a fight, after I put on the bracelet, I can’t cast any skills, so I would still end up dead!

A useless item indeed.

But since it’s already bought, there’s nothing more to say.

He stored it in his storage space, checked the time, and then said goodbye to the master.

Just as they were leaving the Fire Hammer Shop, Anjia turned around and mysteriouslyn said, "Old man, did you really sell your girlfriend to Fang Hao? He can be fierce. Don’t let him spoil your girlfriend…"

Brinston’s eyes widened, just about to get angry.

Fang Hao covered Anjia’s mouth with his hand and dragged her outside, shouting, "Goodbye Master Brinston, your craftsmanship is really amazing, I’ll ask you to make equipment next time."

There was still an event happening outside, and hearing the shout, people immediately looked this way.

Brinston, maintaining his master’s image, could only grit his teeth and force a smile.

Waving farewell to the group.

…

Having left the Fire Hammer Shop, they went straight to the Succubus Tavern.

Planning to eat there and then head back to the main city.

Several dishes and drinks came up, and the three of them began to eat.

Fang Hao, while picking food, said, "What’s going on, you just have to irritate him, right?"

"Just teasing him, hehe!" Anjia chuckled, not taking it seriously.

Even if she’s annoyed, it wouldn’t last more than a few minutes on Anjia’s part, but making others mad could amuse her for the entire day.

"Dwarfs are petty, watch out when joking like that with them," Fang Hao said.

"It’s just that old man, he rubs me the wrong way," Anjia mumbled while eating.

Little You chimed in, "Should I go steal back the money we spent?"

Well, it seems Little You is siding with Anjia.

"Forget it, we still expect him to make our equipment, it’s not good to sour the relationship too much," Fang Hao still waved his hand.

Rolana and the Orcs are at war, the Elf Clan is poking around for information about me everywhere, and there are conflicts with the Undead.

If we end up fighting with the Dwarfs too, then great, one man against the whole world.

He did not want to end up like that; it’s too dangerous.

Nor does it fit, his strategic plan to lay low.

"Or, let Little You hit him with a club."

Fang Hao was speechless, picked up a piece of meat, and stuffed it into her mouth, "Eat up, don’t always think about those mischievous ideas."

"Hehe…" Anjia laughed and continued eating.

After the three had eaten their fill.

They got up and walked outside.

Just as they opened the door, they saw two transmigrators happening to pass by the room’s entrance.

As the door opened, they looked inside, then said, "Hey! This room just freed up, and it even has a window, let’s switch to this room."

The leading little Succubus looked up at Fang Hao, who nodded, before she agreed, "Guests, please come inside, I’ll have someone clean up."

The transmigrators stood there, watching Fang Hao and his group descending the stairs, furrowing their brows slightly.

After they could no longer see them, they entered the room.

"That Asian transmigrator, he has a Dark Gold hero," one of them said.

"Yeah, he must be a fairly well-known transmigrator."

"I wonder if it’s Fang Hao, the Orcs are offering a hefty reward for information about him."