Free Web NovelChapter 348: Chapter 208 Hope City
"Have you heard? A new city has appeared three hundred miles west of Abyss City!" a dark dwarf whispered mysteriously to his companion.
"Of course, I’ve heard! I also heard that this new city is called ’Dream City.’" The companion scoffed and raised his mug, downing the ale in one gulp before wiping the foam from his beard.
"Then you definitely don’t know about the incredible things that city contains," the dark dwarf said, undeterred by his companion’s disdain, laughing quietly.
"Oh? Like what?" His interest piqued, the companion had only heard the name of Dream City but was clueless about what it contained.
"Well, for starters, my mug is now empty," the dark dwarf said with a smug smile, setting his empty mug aside. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
"You damned scoundrel, one day you’ll turn into one of those greedy goblins!" The companion cursed as he bought another ale for him, and of course, it was the cheapest one available.
"Ah~" The dark dwarf took a contented breath, then put down his half-drunk mug.
"In Dream City, there’s a miraculous rule: There is no nobility, and all food is free!" he shared what he knew.
"No nobility? Would the Dark Council and those bigwigs agree to that? And free food? How is that possible, considering I drink ten large mugs of ale a day!" His companion looked at him in amazement; the notion of free food was terrifyingly unbelievable.
"What’s so impossible about it? The great-aunt of the friend of the son of the distant relative of my next-door neighbor went to that city. They say you can drink the wine there to your heart’s content and eat bread until your belly bursts!" the dark dwarf exclaimed, his saliva spraying onto his companion’s face.
"And even Little Wretch Demons or Goblins can have equal status there, as long as they work, they can eat their fill."
"There are also no slaves; no need to fear Capture Teams. Any slave traders who enter get hanged at the city gate!"
"Have you heard that Hope City intends to kill all the nobles and then grant freedom to all the slaves?"
"It’s true. A buddy of mine was captured to be a slave, then he ran to Hope City and gained his freedom!"
As it turned out, rumors were often more outrageous than most people thought and spread even more bizarrely.
Such rumors quickly swept through the entire negative plane, causing panic among many of the nobles there.
"Chairman, is Hope City real?" a corpulent noble asked at the Dark Council.
"We demand that the Council invoke Eternal Forbidden Magic to level that damned city to the ground!" A Pig Demon said, his belly seven times the size of Stan’s.
"This is undoubtedly an attack on our noble authority. We can’t let this start; touch it and you die!"
Watching the nobles bicker before him, Stan was indifferent, continuing to approve other documents.
Engaging with these power-obsessed fools seemed less appealing to him than researching how to amplify the power of magic.
"Chairman, what do you think?" Eventually, a power-idiot dragged Stan into the conversation.
Stan appeared not to hear, his eyes still fixed on the documents on his table.
"Chairman Stan! Please protect our rights and interests!" Another noble joined in.
The other nobles began to echo these sentiments, siding with their former enemies, but now, facing a common threat, they stood together, appearing to some as the dearest of friends united against adversity.
"This is the decision of the council, and it has been approved by me." Stan finally spoke up, and it was one of the rare times he spoke so many words at once.
"But I think that won’t do!"
"All my slaves want to run to that city where they say you get food as long as you work!"
"Indeed, these lowly slaves also want to be human? A slave will always be a slave!"
The chairman’s office was noisy once again, like a swarm of flies buzzing around his ears, which annoyed Stan immensely.
"I strongly demand the council to attack Hope..." the Pig Demon duke, fat from overindulgence, suddenly exploded with a pitch-black hand squeezing him, leaving only his swollen heart still beating.
All the nobles looked on in terror as Stan lifted his head, the soul fire in his eye sockets burning silently.
At that moment, all the nobles remembered what they had forgotten in their heads clouded with rage and haste.
The figure before them bore the cold-blooded title of Undead Overlord and was one of the two strongest beings in the negative plane. Crushing them would be no more troublesome than squashing a figerman bug.
"Rules are rules, if you don’t comply, you die." Stan said coldly as he looked at these fellows, then continued to lower his head to approve the documents.
The upper echelons of the Dark Council were no fools; they would not provoke that being over a single city—Hope City belonged to the self-sealed entity’s domain.
Moreover, the negative plane has always respected strength; since when did weaklings who lacked strength have the privilege to make a fuss here?
Of course, if it were Lafra, Stan would listen very seriously to her opinions, considering her boyfriend is the manager and that being from the Church of Light seems quite willing to help the manager out.
And even if we don’t discuss these relationships, just with Buffet and the Undead from Chen Ze’s store, Stan wouldn’t hold any negative opinions about Chen Ze.
He is a friend, and that alone is enough.
"Buffet..." Stan’s soul fire flickered, craving for that sweet delicacy once more. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Chen Ze, unaware, didn’t know that the book he had given to Hastur on a whim had caused a storm in another world.
Even if he knew, Chen Ze wouldn’t care too much, after all, it was his intention to stir up a new concept in another world.
"Lafra, could you please get me some MSG?" Chen Ze put on his clothes and tied his headscarf, preparing to make breakfast for Lafra.
"MSG? Which one is that?" Lafra, flustered and busy, then presented Chen Ze with a bottle of red chili powder.
"Not this one, the white one, my dear." Chen Ze was somewhat helpless, as Lafra had moved in with him, she had intended to help Chen Ze out, but it was clear she wasn’t familiar with Earth’s seasonings.
"Oh, this one?" Lafra then handed a bottle of white seasoning to Chen Ze.
Upon inspection, Chen Ze realized it was salt.
It seems Lafra would need some time before she could be of help in the kitchen.
