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The combination of humans, orcs, and the undead didn’t attract much attention.

Or to put it another way, such a peculiar mix wasn’t unusual here.

A fairy with dragonfly wings was kissing a burly orc in a nearby alley.

Their passionate display was enough to reaffirm that love knows no bounds and doesn’t discriminate based on race or size.

“20 Warfire Coins,” Ruer suddenly said.

“What?” Fang Hao’s gaze shifted from the couple in the alley to Ruer.

Ruer glanced at the couple in the alley and said, “You can find such girls in taverns and inns. 20 to 100 Warfire Coins would suffice for all your needs.

Elves, fames, or even female trolls. If they’re attractive, you might even get a succubus for the night.”

What the hell.

Fang Hao took another look at the couple in the alley. This wasn’t love; this was a transaction.

“So, are all these people residents here?” Fang Hao continued to inquire. “Residents? No, settling down here isn’t that simple. Most of those who stay here are here on business, like us,” Ruer explained.

The Trade Alliance base was located in a neutral area, constructed in various hidden regions across the continent. To enter, one would need to use a teleportation array or a teleportation scroll.

Those who made it here were members of a power that had joined the Trade Alliance.

They usually stay for a day or two.

While they chatted, the group never stopped walking.

They crossed several streets and arrived at the central district of the city.

A stone castle, built with austere gray slabs, towered ahead. Two fully armed soldiers stood in front of it. One was an orc, and the other had a dark complexion with a set of bullhorns on his head, appearing somewhat similar to the mythical demon soldier.

After a brief and straightforward interrogation, the guards offered no resistance, allowing the three of them to enter the castle.

The hallways made of white marble were glossed and polished. There were various portraits hanging on the walls, which added an artistic touch to the long corridor.

Upon entering the grand hall, it was bustling with people.

The crowd consisted of various races, the bizarre faces amongst them looked unique. Everyone was engaged in their conversations in small groups or conducted their affairs in an orderly manner.

Fang Hao followed behind Ruer, feeling like he was waiting in line at a bank.

At that moment, Fang Hao felt a fixed stare at him. He looked toward the side and noticed a human was looking at him.

Their gazes clashed for a surcharged moment as they both observed the Book of Lords slung by each other’s waist.

Upon confirming that they were both Earthlings, the man walked over to Fang Hao.

The man was tall and thin with tanned skin and was clothed in a track suit.

“Hey, are you from Earth?” Even having seen the Book of Lords, the man wanted to confirm again.

“Yes,” Fang Hao nodded.

It s amazing. The first time I meet a fellow countryman is here,” the man continued.

Fang Hao found it hard to believe as well. He had always thought that he had been progressing much faster than any other lords in his zone.

He believed he was the first to contact the Elemental Eye Trade Alliance.

Surprisingly, there was someone who had progressed faster than him and had already made contact with the Trade Alliance.

Fang Hao examined him carefully, wondering if he had been overestimating himself as the top player in his zone.

“Hey, is this skeleton the power you’re relying on? You’ve really outdone yourself by getting involved with them,” the man suddenly leaned in and lowered his voice.

What do you mean?” Fang Hao was slow to catch on.

“It’s okay, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’ve also followed others here. It’s not a big deal to rely on a power in this world. Not everyone is Fang Hao who doesn’t have any problems with food and clothing,” the man continued.

It was then that Fang Hao understood what he was talking about.

He believed that Fang Hao had managed to come here by clinging onto the undead.

“So you came here with the trolls? Aren’t you afraid? They’re so savage and eat people, aren’t they?” Fang Hao pointed in the direction where the man had come from.

In that spot stood towering figures that were trolls.

These trolls differed from the Ogre race.

They were decked in armor and followed protocols, queuing up quietly, and did not seem as violent as the Ogres.

“Stop kidding around. Just by the looks of it, your undead seems more fearsome than the trolls. How did you manage to establish such a cordial relationship?” The man went on.

In his view, dealing with the undead was much more challenging than dealing with trolls.

Trolls, at least, were living creatures and shared some similarities with humans.

On the other hand, establishing a rapport with the undead was exceedingly difficult.

No, I didn’t rely on any power. I built everything myself,” Fang Hao clarified. As for relying, the orc tribes in the vicinity had been either destroyed by him or had become his subordinate villages.

On the contrary, the man’s circumstances didn’t appear to be favorable.

His situation was identical to Zhuang Hong’s.

He was serving the tribe he was relying on as a free labor force in exchange for protection.

In an unequal power dynamic, such arrangements were challenging to maintain. Once issues arose, the party being relied upon may abandon or directly murder the weaker one.

The man looked displeased upon hearing Fang Hao’s denial.

He had bared his soul, and in response, this insolent boy was stubbornly denying his own circumstances.

If it wasn’t due to being reliant upon a power, how could a human who had only been transferred twenty odd days ago arrive at a place like this? It was ridiculous

“Teh, what’s there to hide? If you have any difficulties, I thought of helping you out a bit. Hmph! You’re so arrogant; it seems like you don’t need help,” the man huffed, finding Fang Hao rather dull.

He left a taunting comment and turned back to his troll group, striking up a conversation with a fawning smile.

Fang Hao was also left somewhat perplexed. He had no intentions of mocking the man, but it seemed the man didn’t think so.

After a while, it was finally Fang Hao and his companions’ turn to be served.

The counter was constructed out of marble. A small goblin was immersed in his work sitting on a high stool.

[Goblin Teller (Level 3)]

“Odys is recommending a newbie as well?”

The goblin spoke in a high-pitched voice. Upon noticing that the Skeleton King Odys was recommending a human, he stood up from his high stool. His line of sight cleared the counter and focused on Fang Hao’s features.

“You undead…are recommending a human?” The goblin teller exclaimed, steering everyone’s attention in the grand hall towards them.

“No, he’s one of us, the undead. He just hasn’t undergone the transformation ceremony yet,” Ruer explained on the side.

The goblin resumed his seat, relieved, paying no further heed. As long as the procedure was correct, he didn’t give a damn about the petty squabbles between the undead and the humans.

“Alright then, what’s your name?” The goblin asked Fang Hao.

“Fang Hao…”

Crash…

A loud crash echoed from afar.

The man that Fang Hao just spoke to had fallen off his stool.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he collected himself and awkwardly resumed his seat.

As the trolls proceeded to take care of their business, he had been constantly observing Fang Hao’s whereabouts.

He was waiting for the right moment to expose Fang Hao’s dependency on outside forces and then taunt him a bit.

However, when he heard Fang Hao reveal his name-

His legs turned jelly, causing him to fall off his stool..