Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

There was a moment of silence on the other end before a cold voice came through, "What is it?" "There's an important matter at the council that requires Lyss City's participation," Dordy continued. "The representative from Lyss City is unwell, and a new representative is being selected. We'll talk again once that's settled." She really was angry. In the whole Federation, there weren't many who dared to speak to Dordy in such a manner, if any at all. At this moment, Dordy didn't know what to say. After some thought, he continued, "Where are you now? Return to Silver Wing City immediately for the upcoming meetings." Another brief silence followed before the reply came, "I'm already back in Lyss City, and for this year's meetings, Lyss City will not be attending." Good gracious. The three heavyweights present were all somewhat dumbfounded. When Rebecca got angry, she didn't even consider Dordy worth her attention. You decide whatever you want to decide; we, Lyss City, will not be participating. After that, whatever Dordy said was met with silence from the other side. ... Groot's mansion. Bang! Bang! Bang! The door was being knocked on fiercely. Groot, bleary-eyed, rubbed his still-swollen head. He tossed aside the arm of the woman lying next to him and shouted towards the door, "What's the matter?" He hadn't slept off the previous night's drinking by the time the knocking had rudely awakened him, and he was full of anger. And from outside the door, the butler's voice came. "Master, more than twenty councilors have arrived this morning and are waiting for you in the hall. If you don't get up now, I fear they're going to burst in," the butler immediately said. Groot frowned, rubbing his head again. He grabbed roughly at the still-sleeping woman next to him before continuing to ask toward the door, "What are they here for? Didn't we finish hosting them last night?" "I'm, I'm not sure, sir, but it seems it's not about last night's banquet. The councilors arrived with quite a bit of fury," the butler immediately responded. "Fury? Damn it, what's there to be furious about this early in the morning?" Groot cursed, but he still climbed out of bed with difficulty. He woke up the woman beside him to help him get dressed. Then he opened the door and went out. "Where are they?" Groot, holding onto the wall, asked. "In the hall." "Let's go, I want to see who's come to trouble me," Groot said irritably. With the support of the butler, Groot made his way to the hall. Upon entering, he saw that the room was filled with people. Looking closely, he recognized them—it was none other than the councilors he had been entertaining the past few days, those united in opposition to Rebecca. Early in the morning, instead of staying home with their mistresses, they were sitting here in my place. He muttered to himself internally, but a smile still appeared on his face. "Hey, everyone still hasn't had enough fun? I'm really struggling to keep up. Tonight, as usual, we'll continue at the Dragonrise Swallow Banquet Hall!" Groot greeted them loudly. He seemed exceptionally generous in spirit. But the hall was unusually cold. Across from him, no one revealed a smile, but glared at him with anger. Groot's smile became a bit stiff. "Uh... what's wrong with everyone?" He had drunk too much last night and had slept until now. He knew nothing of what had happened. But from everyone's expressions, he could feel something unusual was going on. Did I go on a drunken rampage last night and harm someone in their family? Why does everyone look at me like I'm their enemy? At that moment, someone squeezed through the crowd, a person who was one of the heads of the Federal Commerce Association. Last night, as Groot could not be roused for the Federal Conference, this person had taken his place. Approaching, he whispered, "Last night the Blood Clan attacked Fort Santre, and the Federation held five emergency meetings from then until now; everyone's been looking for Rebecca." Groot's brows furrowed tighter, still somewhat slow to react. He asked subconsciously, "Looking for her for what?" "To contact the Blood Clan, of course. Otherwise, if this fight continues, the entire Federation may be lost." The Federation may be lost? Groot instantly sobered up.