Chapter 978: Chapter 607, Persuading Dordy (Added for Alliance Hierarch ‘Angel’s Trajectory’)._3
“Ten Dwarf Wind Pipe Cannons!”
“What do you mean?” Dordy frowned.
“I have ten Dwarf five-pipe organs here, with a market price of fifty million Warfire Coins in the Trade Alliance,” Fang Hao said calmly.
Dordy’s frown deepened as he stared seriously at Fang Hao’s face.
Trying to figure out if he was joking with him.
The Dwarf organ cannons weren’t just a matter of having the money, as Dwarfs typically didn’t sell them to outsiders.
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Even in Eight Peaks Mountain where Wind Pipe Cannons were available, given the relationship of allies between Humans and Dwarfs,
they could only purchase regular cannons. Wind Pipe Cannons weren’t available for sale.
Only at the Trade Alliance auction where each power must supply valuable items
would Dwarfs sell a limited number of organ cannons.
And as soon as they were available, they were divided up by the various powers.
Could he really produce them?
And ten of them?
If he had them, why not place them in Lyss City?
In several investigations, there had been no information about organ cannons being placed in Lyss City.
“This is no place for jokes,” Dordy reminded.
Fang Hao continued, “I obtained them at the Trade Alliance’s spring auction. How about it? If you agree to Lyss City entering the upper House, I will gift these ten to the Hall of Justice.”
He mentioned the Hall of Justice, not the council.
It was clear he was trying to bribe Dordy.
“Hah! You think I would believe that you can produce ten organ cannons?” Dordy asked tentatively.
“Ah! Leader Dordy, you see, you’re thinking too small. It’s just organ cannons, not something extraordinary. Were it not for the fact that the Hall of Justice lacks them, I’d have thought to gift a few to Queen Anastasia instead. Still, the same goes—if you agree, these ten are yours, and I’ll have the transmigrator handle the transaction directly,” Fang Hao said again.
His dealings with the Lizardmen were also based on mutual interests; naturally, he wouldn’t really gift any organ cannons.
It was just a statement to raise his own value.
“Anastasia? Which queen?” Dordy asked coldly.
“The Human Clan calls them ‘Lizardmen’—Queen Anastasia of the Holy Dynasty,” Fang Hao replied.
“You know them?”
“Indeed, I’ve had several collaborations with the Lizardmen, and our relationship is quite close,” Fang Hao picked up a teacup, glanced at it to ensure it had no negative attributes, and took a sip to moisten his throat.
Dordy squinted his eyes, finding Fang Hao more and more inscrutable.
At first, whether it was news from the council or what his own wife had told him,
Fang Hao was just a good-looking, smooth-faced young man supported by Rebecca.
But now, it seemed Fang Hao was far from as simple as the rumors suggested.
After thinking it over, Dordy said, “The Hall of Justice agrees, but that doesn’t mean the other four will also agree.”
Fang Hao nodded, “Leader Dordy, you needn’t worry about that. I will naturally discuss it with the other four families. Just represent the Hall of Justice and cast your vote in favor.”
Dordy fell silent again.
Fifty million Warfire Coins to buy his vote.
Truly a significant sum, enough to rebuild an entire district from the ground up.
After a brief silence, Fang Hao had finished his cup of tea with soft sipping sounds.
Then Dordy finally spoke, “I can tentatively agree to your proposition, but I still need to discuss it internally at the Hall of Justice. I’ll give you an answer in a few days.”
“That’s acceptable!” Fang Hao nodded blandly.
After that, the two did not discuss the council further.
Dordy beat around the bush, inquiring about the location of Fang Hao’s territory, how he got the qualifications to participate in the general alliance auction, and other issues.
Fang Hao was evasive where he could be, and where he couldn’t, he simply said Rebecca didn’t allow him to talk about it.
Suddenly, he reverted to the image of the young man financially supported by his wife.
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In a room on the second floor.
The lighting was soft, with a gentle fragrance wafting through the air.
In front of an elaborately designed dressing table, Olivia was wrapped in a black silk nightgown.
Rebecca stood by her side, teaching her how to use the makeup products she had sent.
“So, how is your young husband?” Olivia asked softly.
“What do you mean?”
Olivia smiled slightly, “How is he in that regard? Is he good?”
Rebecca’s cheeks reddened as she glared at her, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Oh, come on… Tell me. He looks so delicate and soft, and not very strong. Don’t tell me you tire him out!” Olivia teased as she pinched Rebecca’s waist.
Rebecca turned and retorted, “My man is naturally capable and well-proportioned, not built like a gorilla.”
“Then tell me, how long can he last?”
Rebecca held up one finger.
“An hour? That’s average!”
“Continuously.”