Chapter 984: Chapter 610, 1,000,000 orders
“Effrey, don’t you recognize me? When we were kids, I used to beat you up,” the voice of the white-haired beast-ear girl came.
The crouched Furious Lion Orc was startled, then raised his head again to seriously look at the other party.
Slightly dark skin, white short hair.
These features…
Effrey tried hard to remember, comparing this appearance to people he knew from his childhood.
It felt like there was such an orc girl, but the memory was too vague.
...
He just couldn’t recall who she was.
“Are you, are you also from Furious Lion City?” Effrey, enduring the pain, gritted his teeth and asked.
If they knew each other as children, then she must also be from the Furious Lion City.
Anjia thought for a moment, then said, “You could say that!”
Hearing this reply, Effrey’s expression immediately turned ferocious as he roared, “You traitor! You actually helped fairies, you’ve killed so many people from Furious Lion City, you traitor to the orcs.”
Blood flowed down the wounds, and the sunken chest emitted crackling sounds of bones rubbing against each other with his roar.
But none of these could stop Effrey from cursing at the traitor before him.
Since she came from the Furious Lion City and had even collaborated with the Fairy Clan to kill nearly ten thousand orc warriors.
Only he had not died yet.
Anjia flicked her little finger, then ear, and sat down outside the iron cage.
She said, “Ha! Your brain really hasn’t disappointed me. It’s fine that you don’t remember me. When Furious Lion City falls, you’ll know who I am.”
“You’re crazy, you’re a criminal of the orcs, and you will not die a good death,” Effrey cursed loudly.
“Back then, when you drove me out of the city, barring any village from taking me in, wanting to watch me freeze to death, starve to death, and have my body eaten by wild beasts, did you ever think of yourselves as the criminals?” Anjia spoke coldly.
Effrey was startled, his brows suddenly furrowed.
The next second, his pupils shrank, “You’re the one from the Fighting Tooth Clan.”
His voice grew louder as he shouted, “You’re that child from the Fighting Tooth Clan, you’re actually still alive.”
Anjia gave him a cold look without answering and turned to walk away.
When she reached the door, she said to the guards outside, “Keep a close watch on him, give him a couple of slashes occasionally. The Furious Lion kind are tough, don’t let him escape.”
“Yes!” the guard answered.
A chill ran through Effrey’s heart yet again.
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Exiting the church,
Fang Hao did not immediately return, but had the carriage turn a corner.
Following the streets, he headed for the West City area.
The carriage moved along, reaching its destination about half an hour later.
The Alchemists Association of the Hundred Cities Federation.
The Alchemists Association consisted of two parts,
The front courtyard hall and the Ivory Tower.
The front courtyard was responsible for purchasing alchemy materials and selling potions.
It was where merchants with materials and nearby farmers growing alchemical plants sold to the association.
And where people from the city bought potions.
It served as a separate trading platform.
The Ivory Tower, located at the back, was a white spire that tapered upward from a broad base, shaped like an elephant’s tusk, and hence its name.
It was where the alchemists created their potions. Aside from alchemists or special personnel,
it was not open to the public.
Having the coachman wait on the side, Fang Hao entered the association’s main hall with Demitrija.
The front courtyard was still bustling.
There were elegantly dressed nobles, as well as commoners carrying herb loads selling medicinal herbs.
He walked straight to the reception area where a female clerk gave him a plain look, then glanced at the Lizardman behind him.
She asked, “What do you need?”
Her attitude was somewhat indifferent.
“My name is Fang Hao, the City Lord of Lyss City. I’d like to see if your association’s president is available for a talk,” said Fang Hao to minimize trouble by introducing himself.
According to the plan, Rebecca should have arranged for someone to make an appointment with the president of the Alchemists Association in advance.
But today’s church meeting ended earlier, and he had nothing else to do if he went back.
So he had the carriage bring him straight here. Even if he couldn’t see the president of the Alchemists Association, he could purchase some potions.
Hearing that Fang Hao stated he was the city lord, the female clerk looked surprised.
After examining him from head to toe, her demeanor shifted from indifferent to saying, “Please wait a moment, I’ll go inquire.”
Having said that, she hurriedly went to the back, returning shortly after.
“My lord, this way please. The president invites you over,” said the clerk respectfully.
Fang Hao nodded, “Thank you.”
She led the way, swaying her hips, toward the back courtyard.
They didn’t enter the Ivory Tower, but she led him to the third floor of a central building, in front of a room.
After lightly knocking on the door, an elderly voice came from inside, “Come in!”
The clerk opened the door, indicating Fang Hao could enter.
Entering the room,
the interior came into view.
A desk with several pieces of parchment covered in research notes scattered on it, and a few glass vessels placed beside it.
The four walls were lined with bookshelves, holding neatly arranged books.
“President, I hope it’s not a bother to come uninvited,” Fang Hao said with a smile.
Behind the desk was an old man.
Dressed in a dark robe, his hair somewhat disheveled.
“Haha, City Lord Fang Hao, just call me ‘Kenneth.’ What brings you here to see me this time?” President Kenneth asked.
Fang Hao might not be very famous, but being Rebecca’s husband was widely known in certain circles.
“I plan to place an order for a batch of potions here, and I want to set up a long-term cooperation,” Fang Hao said as he sat down, getting straight to the point.