Chapter 442: Chapter 397, Shadow Crown Sword-Shirel (Happy first day.)_3

Rolana remained silent, but her eyes fell on Fang Hao.

Fang Hao said, “Why do you think an apology would be useful? You didn’t have this attitude before!”

The moment Shirel initiated the fight, the negotiation had turned into a battle.

It’s a contest of strength, and now our side holds the advantage. Of course, we won’t let them off lightly.”

“This situation…” Shirel wished to continue justifying.

At that moment, a sharp voice came from the crowd’s rear, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I will report this incident to the Trade Alliance headquarters. Appropriate punishment will be meted out to the Fairy Clan and Shirel.”

A goblin dressed in purple, gold-trimmed robe stepped forward, accompanied by two other goblins and several guards.

Fang Hao recognized one of the goblins—it was Moru, the talkative goblin staff member.

Moru stayed silent, dutifully standing behind the lead goblin.

“And you are?” Fang Hao looked at this person.

“I am the person in charge of premises 032, ‘Kukettor’, and I assure you.” The goblin spoke.

“Your assurance is useless to me. It seems more like you’re covering for them.” Fang Hao continued.

The goblin paused, thought for a moment, then sincerely said: “As compensation for the previous events, the Trade Alliance will waive the charges for the goods you purchased at the auction today. Furthermore, your status will be promoted from an ordinary member to a gold member. Of course, this does not affect the pursuit of responsibility for Shirel’s misuse of power.”

After the events accumulated up to this point, premises 032 was facing extreme embarrassment.

Not only did they block a Trade Alliance member, but they also lost the fight, forcing them to compensate.

Hearing what the goblin had said, Fang Hao’s rage dissipated significantly.

This time, the purchased visceral jar and Tears of Asha combined cost about 15 million Warfire Coins.

This was not a small sum.

Even the total income of Lyss City may not have reached this amount.

This 15 million had also drained all of Fang Hao’s reserves, leaving him with only tens of thousands of Warfire Coins.

Now that they were willing to waive his fees while the goods remained his own and the money was returned—naturally, that was good news.

After a moment of silence, Fang Hao agreed.

“Alright, pay me now, and within a week, I want to know how your headquarters will handle this incident.”

Since he still relied on the platform of the Trade Alliance, he decided to quit while he was ahead.

“I can promise you that.”

After the goblin spoke, he gave a few instructions to the goblins behind him.

Soon someone brought a bundle. Upon opening it, he found neatly arranged Warfire Cards.

The total amount was 15.05 million.

Fang Hao fastened the bag, holding it in his hand.

In this world, it’s still a matter of the survival of the fittest. If Rolana hadn’t displayed her Dark Gold-level strength this time, the Trade Alliance would have found various excuses.

No matter how justified one is, without strength, it’s useless.

In the end, one must possess power.

With the issue resolved, Fang Hao didn’t plan on prolonging his stay.

He glanced at the goblin and few people, then led his group towards the direction of the teleportation array.

Trade Alliance individuals watched as Fang Hao and his party left, sighing slightly.

Shirel, clutching his wound, approached feeling guilty, “Lord Kukettor, I’ve caused trouble for the Trade Alliance.”

“Shirel, I’ll report the truth to the headquarters. Don’t blame me, I’m also doing this to protect you and the Flower Demon.” The goblin in the splendid robe spoke.

“I know!” Shirel responded.

The goblin continued, “Effective immediately, Shirel is dismissed from his leadership position and will be detained along with the Flower Demon.”

The guards acted, detaining both of them.

…

By the time they returned to their territory, it was already quite late.

Fang Hao was in a good mood after this auction.

He hadn’t spent a dime, yet he had gained an orange visceral jar and the Tears of Asha.

If he had known the Trade Alliance would pick up the tab, he would have purchased more at the auction, regardless of whether they were useful or not.

“Arrange a room for me, I won’t be returning today.” Rolana announced.

“Sure, I’ll create a private residence for you. You’ll have more freedom there.”

“I accept.”