The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 103 - 103 94 Turns Out I'm the BOSS

103: Chapter 94 Turns Out I’m the BOSS 103: Chapter 94 Turns Out I’m the BOSS Someone was afraid, but that person was not Lind.

Guilt, fear, and such emotions only serve to elevate one’s status in the eyes of the other.

She had managed to keep her hands clean and live leisurely on dried fruits every day amidst the apocalypse, and it definitely wasn’t just because of her figure or pretty face.

The result was different from what Lian had expected.

Someone blushed…

No, something was definitely wrong!

This must be the worst-case scenario!

Lian looked at Mico, who seemed a bit uneasy, and then at Lind, who was watching Mico with amusement, a twinge of sourness suddenly welling up in her heart.

She had been the first to care for him, whether it was tending to the Lord’s injuries or working until her wrists ached…

it had always been her first!

She had to admit that her own attitude towards wanting to control Lind seemed to change because of an unexpected enemy’s interference; the person who became worried, afraid, and angry was herself.

Lind glanced at Lian, not paying her too much attention, but instead said seriously, “Miss Mico, I leave the matter that follows to you.”

“Yes!” Mico nodded, “But, we are missing some ingredients for the Magic Potion.”

Her supplies were considerably reduced from making her own High-ranking Wizard Magic Potion, and although sufficient for ordinary potions and even Great Knight potions, the materials for a Senior Grand Knight Magic Potion were lacking a lot.

“That’s simple, the Undead are about to head to Dragon Tooth Mountain, and they should be setting out tonight.”

The Undead would relish this mission; they loved venturing out into the wild at night.

Mico nodded and as she walked to the door and passed by Lian, their eyes met.

Then their gazes parted, each feeling they had gained the upper hand in that exchange.

“Lian, is something the matter?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Lian entered the room, and casually closed the door behind her.

Standing at the door, Mico: “…”

Tu Ya gently bit her lower lip, leaving a set of neat bite marks on her pouty lips.

“Forget about brewing Magic Potions, let’s make some that will replenish your body first!”

But then she smiled, her eyes as if seeing through the door, she looked at Lian behind it with a pair of “sympathetic” eyes.

Inside the room.

Lind was still thinking about his exchange with Mico.

For others, the promotion to a High-tier Soul-lost Knight through the method of actively avoiding curses might be hard, as Magic Potions are the sum of the predecessors’ experiences; altering the recipe carelessly can lead to the most significant issue—the potion turning into pus and corroding the body.

However, Lind, who had Absolute Control over his internal powers, had a very high error tolerance, which was also the answer he got from his exchange with Mico.

Knowing he could perfectly control the power within his body, Mico could hardly wait to dissect Lind with a Moonlight Knife to see if the Old Nobility was truly as miraculous as he seemed.

Just as he had helped Reed and Leo to safely overcome danger, when Lind brought up this matter, the envy in Mico’s eyes was beyond compare.

“The Old Nobility going mad is the norm, the Old Nobility is stronger, the Old Nobility possesses the power in their bloodline…” Lind pondered Mico’s words, the more he recalled them, the more he felt something was amiss.

This didn’t sound like a protagonist; it rather seemed like a villainous force being forced into a dark path, then obstructing the protagonist, finally being defeated with a sigh, “This is no longer my era.”

“My Lord?” Lian, seeing Lind had fallen into thought, couldn’t help but ask.

“What’s the matter?” Lind looked at Lian, repeating the question, his mind still engrossed in the previous topic.

If it were something urgent, it wouldn’t be Lian who came; his nine soldiers, who he absolutely trusted, would have rushed over immediately.

Lian walked over to Lind’s side, glanced at the little indentation on the bedding, turned around, smoothed out her skirt, and sat down with her rear sticking out.

A peach crushed the small indentation.

Lind suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around Lian’s waist, lifting her onto his lap amid her startled cry.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath at her neck and hair.

“My lord~” she called softly.

“How is the blacksmith shop doing?” Lind asked, “I need you to craft some things for me.”

Hearing Lind bring up serious matters, Lian’s expression also turned grave.

The posture during the conversation was not important as long as the content of the conversation was serious.

“We still need some blacksmiths, the undead can handle making some ordinary armor and weapons maintenance without any problem,” Lian said, “But as for Enchantment, like you mentioned earlier, ordinary apprentice smiths won’t suffice.

Also, those undead, do you really intend to teach them?”

Newbie Village blacksmiths must surely master the “Enchantment” technique, but unfortunately, Prey Town’s blacksmiths were slaughtered by the undead.

Luckily, the skills of Enchantment were all in Lian’s mind.

She was not a frail woman, perhaps she had already assumed countless times what would happen if she was captured alone, and came to a conclusion.

As long as her mind held high-value knowledge, no one would harm her lightly.

Now, she could sit on Lind’s lap and communicate with him thanks to the blacksmith knowledge she had forced herself to learn early on; otherwise, as just a woman, she would have been discarded long ago.

“Not teaching,” Lind shook his head, “I can’t teach them yet.”

He could act as a nanny for the undead, organizing a massive role-playing game for the undead’s gaming experience, but he definitely couldn’t allow the undead to learn to do everything by themselves.

A proper role-play was fine, but the supply and demand relationship absolutely could not be disrupted.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” said Lian.

Lind thought about where to find a blacksmith to bring back.

If he could find another Newbie Village, he might be able to coax a genuine blacksmith to join.

“Are you very busy tonight?” Lian inquired softly, with insinuation.

“Not tonight,” Lind shook his head, “Not for a while.”

He intended to advance to a High-tier Soul-lost Knight, and he would adhere to the precautions Miss Miko had mentioned, whether they were true or not.

A twist here, a lick there was permissible, but a soak was out of the question.

Nothing was more important than the enhancement of strength.

Lian looked at Lind with silent resentment, then raised her hands, “What about this?”

Lind pressed down her hands, the message clear without words.

When she left Lind’s room, Lian’s face was full of grievances.

Without guessing, she knew that Tu Ya must have done something.

As he watched Lian leave, Lind gazed at the box on the floor, then took out the letter from his fiancée Tione.

“The Old Nobility will become frantic,”

If Miss Miko was correct, the Old Nobility’s strength was almost innate.

Even with the appearance of the undead and the birth of the New Nobility, the Old Nobility still innately possessed greater strength.

If they came into contact with a Magic Potion, they would certainly be stronger than the New Nobility under equal conditions.

In a game, what kind of character was once powerful but later fell into ruin, incited the crusade of new forces, and remained stubbornly old-fashioned in the absence of the gods, tragic yet mad?

With a bit of thought, Lind already had an answer, and there was only one possibility.

“So it turns out I’m the BOSS, huh.”

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