Chapter 1284: 870 Chapter, Elf Invitation_2

It turns out, Dark Elves are an exiled race.

The deterrent of Elf Clan.

There are no forces willing to provoke this trouble.

After some consideration, he said, “It’s not a big problem, just over two thousand people. It wouldn’t attract much attention.”

Rolana smiled, “Good, as long as you’re aware.”

Her tone changed as she continued, “By the way, I heard that young Dark Elf men and women are selling well in the underground market.”

“We belong to the orthodox camp, we don’t engage in such activities.”

Rolana glanced at him, then continued, “I am going to Eternal Night City, will you accompany me?”

“I won’t be going over, please give my regards to Lady ‘Isabella’.”

“Sure.” Rolana agreed, then turned around and went upstairs.

When the matter was settled, Fang Hao also let the black-armored sisters go back to rest.

…

The hall quieted down again.

Fang Hao sat on the throne, starting to consider the further development of his territory.

Besides internal stability, it’s necessary to increase the number of top heroes, and even Demigods.

But currently, there are very few ways to obtain Divinity.

Across the entire continent, the number of Demigods is limited.

Each Demigod is linked with a top power, thinking about killing them to seize their Divinity.

Not to mention whether such robbery is right or wrong, it also tends to bring unforeseeable dangers.

This could lead to all Demigods and races uniting against him, which could be a dead-end.

After pondering, the relatively safe ways to obtain Divinity are only two.

One, waiting for system tasks, tasks like ‘Divine Territory’ where there’s a chance to encounter deities and obtain Divinity.

Two, exploring the relics of the Giant’s faction to obtain Divinity.

Besides system tasks whose appearance time is uncertain,

The main focus is still on searching for information about the various Giant’s factions.

Information aspect needs to be strengthened.

After understanding,

Fang Hao stood up, looking out at the night view through the window.

He activated the teleportation screen and walked right into it.

It was past midnight.

Silver Wing City, Hall of Justice.

In the leader’s room, a dim light was still on.

Rebecca sat at the desk, looking at the documents in hand, while her personal maid ‘Eleanor’ stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders.

Fang Hao opened the door, Eleanor saw who was entering, and immediately showed a delighted expression, “City Lord!”

The surprise in her tone was distinctly clear.

“Eleanor, you’re back, haven’t seen you for a long time.” Fang Hao closed the door and walked in.

Eleanor was previously accompanying Rebecca to the ‘Palace Blessed Land.’

After it ended, Rebecca was brought back directly through the Trade Alliance by Fang Hao, while Eleanor returned slowly using an Aerial Ship.

It had been several months since they last saw each other.

Rebecca, hearing her maid joyfully calling out to a man,

Smiled and said, “Eleanor, give our City Lord a good massage.”

“Madam~!” Eleanor called out a bit shyly, but still walked around the desk to Fang Hao’s back, placing her delicate hands on his shoulders, and began massaging gently.

“Did you come because you missed me, or because you knew ‘Eleanor’ was back?” Rebecca spoke casually while looking at the documents.

Becoming the leader of Hundred Cities made her busier than before.

When she was managing Lyss City, she had many hobbies, opera, painting, or antique appraisal.

Now, it’s all about endless documents.

“I missed both.” Fang Hao replied, then continued, “I have a map here, can’t find the location, but it should be within the Hundred Cities.”

“Oh? Let me see!”

Fang Hao took out the map, Eleanor took it and handed it to Rebecca.

Rebecca took it and looked at it carefully.

Shaking his head, he said, “I’m not sure about this. During the council meeting, I’ll have the representatives from each city take a look.”

“Alright, keep the map with you for now.”

While speaking, Fang Hao pulled Eleanor, who was massaging his shoulders, to sit on his lap.

“City Lord! My… wife is still working; please wait…” Eleanor’s eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks instantly flushed like the sunset clouds, and her voice grew softer and softer.

Rebecca, who was changing the files, glanced at them but didn’t seem to intend to stop them.

She asked, “Staying tonight?”

“Yes.”

Rebecca also replied with a “Yes,” and then said, “Eleanor, go put on that outfit we prepared earlier in the room.”

“Yes, madam,” Eleanor responded, her face even more flushed as she hurriedly left.

The study and the bedroom were connected.

Just separated by a partition.

When she returned.

Eleanor came back wearing a pair of white furry ears, her cheeks rosy, in a black corset with a demi-cup design supporting her.

She wore black stockings, and a fox tail gently swayed as she walked.

Oh, this…

Fang Hao couldn’t take his eyes off her.

At this moment, Rebecca also closed the file on the desk.

She stepped out from behind the desk, undressed, took his hand, and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

…

After some time.

Exhausted, Rebecca, now soundly asleep, was again woken up by faint moans.

Somewhat more alert now, the conversation by the bed became clearer.

“Sir, be a little gentle, you might wake up madam.”

“Yes, alright.”

Good grief, it’s still going on.

Rebecca rubbed her forehead. This man’s energy is boundless; doesn’t he need to sleep, keeping at it night after night?

Shortly after.

“Sir, I’ve missed you so much…” Eleanor whispered softly.

“Yes, I’ve missed Ariel too…”

Rebecca sat up slightly, looking towards the outside.

Due to the Nightstone, the room wasn’t dark.

Fang Hao stood behind the soft couch, pulling ‘Eleanor’s’ wrists like reining a horse.

Eleanor’s hands were pulled back as she knelt on the soft couch.

Her white furry ears were damp with sweat, her body constantly shaking.

“Like there’s no tomorrow…” Rebecca muttered, turning over to the other side, continuing to sleep.

…

Three days later.

In the Hall of Lords.

“My lord, Mr. Clemente from the Trade Alliance has arrived.”

As the voice faded, the Goblin ‘Clemente’ walked in, looked around, and bowed slightly, “Lord Fang Hao.”

“Yes, do sit! Mr. Clemente, are you here regarding the compensation from the Trade Alliance?” asked Fang Hao.

The Goblin jumped onto a nearby chair and then spoke, “Besides the compensation, I’ve also brought an invitation from the Elf Clan.”

“An invitation?”

He had no dealings with the Elf Clan, even bearing some grudges.

Between them, there was no contact, but both sides wanted to outwit each other secretly.

“Yes, in half a month, Prince Shirest will marry Miss Savana in a wedding held by the Trade Alliance. This is your invitation.”

Fang Hao’s brows furrowed instantly…

He didn’t know who Shirest was, but he knew Savana.

Transmigrator number two.

Savana!