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"Alright, since that's the case, I'll be heading back first," Fang Hao stood up.

"Yes, City Lord, have a safe journey,"

The female clerk outside the door once again opened the door and, with a twist of her waist, sent the two off.

Upon leaving the association building, Fang Hao looked back at the towering Ivory Tower.

Potions, in this world, held a very important status.

Beyond restoring life and magic power, there were also those that increased training experience and physical capabilities.

All were very practical potions.

Previously, he had thought of cultivating a group of alchemists for himself.

But in his search, he had only come into contact with a single Demon Alchemist, nowhere near enough to form a scale.

He could only order now from the association, and his own alchemists, he would train slowly.

After exiting the front hall, he boarded the carriage and returned to his residence.

...

Five in the afternoon.

Under the escort of several Lionheart Knights, the carriage slowly approached the courtyard.

Rebecca, wearing a blue dress, stepped down from the carriage.

Looking up, she caught sight of Fang Hao, who was leaning out from upstairs, waving to her.

She smiled and quickly ascended the stairs.

The room's door opened, and Rebecca, holding up the hem of her dress, entered.

Through the lifted hem, a pair of exquisite shoes and the black silk stockings wrapping her shapely calves were visible.

Apparently, the silk stockings were his most successful product.

Women, they all loved these stockings.

The Skeleton tailor had argued with him for quite some time because the stockings didn't retain warmth well and provided no defense.

Now, it seemed, he had the better vision.

"How come you were out the whole day?" Fang Hao asked.

Rebecca sat on the bed somewhat wearily, propping up her body with her arms.

"Olivia took me to see several council members in a row. Without her clout, I doubt they would have met with me," she replied.

"Were the talks alright?"

Fang Hao smiled slightly, sat beside her, and lifted her black silk-clad beautiful legs onto his knees.

He lifted her skirt and started to massage her legs.

She was his wife, after all; he felt a certain duty to care for her.

Having her man help with her legs made Rebecca blush with a mix of shyness and pleasure.

Her cheeks reddening, she said, "It went pretty well, quite pleasantly, in fact. There should be some who will stand on our side when the time comes."

She paused before asking, "How about your side? The Archbishop didn't give you a hard time, did he?"

"I wouldn't say a hard time, but it was indeed a bit more troublesome than at Dordy's," he answered.

"What did they all say?"

"Some questioned your identity, said Lyss City wasn't qualified enough—basically, every bishop asked me once."

Hearing this, Rebecca grew anxious again.

The Church had always been hostile toward her; she could only imagine the tension being greater than what she heard.

"So, what happened in the end?"

"The Church also said they would consider it and didn't outright reject our proposal."

"What did you promise them? It wasn't that organ cannon again, was it?" Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

"Of course not. I promised them five thousand acolyte robes and ten thousand sets of armor."

"Ten thousand? Are you insane, that's so much!"

"No, I promised them over three years. The first year only three thousand sets. We'll see if they agree, and then we'll talk about getting into the upper chamber."

"It seems like we've lost quite a bit this way."

"Not really, as long as we get into the upper chamber, everything we give today will come back with interest. It's just an initial investment."

As they spoke,

Fang Hao undid the ornamental copper fasteners on the stockings, lifted her right leg, and gently pulled down, sliding off the black garter-style stockings.

Revealing her smooth, shapely thighs.

"What are you doing!" Rebecca abruptly sat up, drawing her legs in, slapping him in displeasure.

"We're about to eat, why are you still wearing that?"

"Your concern is touching."

"Ah, we're an old married couple; there's nothing to be shy about." He pulled her legs back onto his knees.

Continuing, Fang Hao said, "I went to the Alchemist Association this afternoon and met with President Kenneth."

"Oh? And how did it go?" Rebecca's attention was successfully diverted.

"I placed an order worth a million with him, and he immediately agreed to support us."

"You..." Rebecca didn't know what to say.

Why does every matter get resolved with money?

This wasn't the strategy she had prepared.

"Relax, everything will go smoothly from here on," he reassured her.

...

To the east of Dreamy Forest,

A dense swarm of Undead had already assembled, and under Anjia's command,

They began marching towards Furious Lion City.