The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 119 - 119 110 Talent Skill Tree

119: Chapter 110 Talent Skill Tree 119: Chapter 110 Talent Skill Tree Han straightened his back and swayed his body from side to side, crackling sounds erupting from his joints.

The recent high-intensity grain harvesting had left his hands covered in injuries.

The produce grown in the Calamity Shadow region seemed to sprout teeth and talons everywhere.

Yet, no one else seemed to have any complaints about the job.

With food guarded, no one would starve to death.

One could eat heartily here, but there was only so much one could consume.

The dream of sleeping soundly in the granary, even before the end of the world, was unattainable, and everyone here was content.

He pushed open the door, and the earth greeted Han with a bone-chilling wind.

The wind carried raindrops that soon accompanied shouts: “Quick, close the door!”

The wind devoured much of the sound, but it roused everyone to action.

The grain absolutely could not be compromised!

A group of people rushed out against the strong wind to check the doors and windows of the granary.

The fierce wind seemed set on toppling them over, but the recently busy group persisted despite exhaustion.

Han’s hands grasped the door and pulled hard, the whooshing wind that had swept into the granary blocked as the two doors closed, turning into a rapid “patter patter” against the wooden doors.

A rainstorm in the dead of winter could claim lives, and it was uncertain whether other things lay hidden within it.

By the time everyone had run back into their rooms, their hair was soaking wet, and their cotton-padded clothes and heavy armor had been half-filled with rain.

“Make a fire quickly!”

“Take off your clothes, warm yourselves by the fire”

The group sat together, reaping the benefits of watching over the food.

They could freely stew some soup and, after getting chilled, they could eat their fill—better than any medicine.

“This is a new variety from Dragon Tooth Mountain path, similar to the flames tongue herb, but not as spicy,” said a man from Star Dragon Ridge outpost.

He used to be a craftsman of Prey Town before being assigned to manage the granary operations due to his efficiency, knowledge, and ability to handle emergencies.

What everyone envied was that he had the right to enter the Star Dragon Ridge outpost and had been patted on the shoulder by the Lord, who said he had done very well.

While the wind howled outside, the people inside enjoyed the rare tranquility by the fire.

It was as if a mountainous roar and oceanic tide cheered for them, all beings celebrating in the embrace of the storm…

The card game from Star Dragon Ridge outpost became their rare pastime.

“Is the Lord a Noble?” Han did not join the card game, having grown familiar with the others over the past few days.

Although he had no chance to visit the Star Dragon Ridge outpost, he still wanted to learn more.

“Of course, he’s a Noble!”

Han felt there was something wrong with his question; he wanted to stress that there was only one kind of Old Nobility in the world, unrelated to the so-called “New Nobility,” but he swallowed the thought.

“Our Lord comes from an Old Nobility family of Golden City Goliath,” continued the man.

“I heard it when chatting with some Soldiers at the tavern—I heard our Lord had once sworn fealty to the Crown Prince.”

Ordinary people didn’t understand the relationship between the Crown Prince and the current Queen, not even knowing they were siblings.

All they knew was that the Crown Prince might become King someday, and as a direct subordinate of the Prince, Lind’s status was immensely prestigious.

“Old Nobility?” Excitement burst from Han’s eyes, and his face, pale from the cold rain, suddenly flushed red.

“Are you sure?!”

He grabbed the man’s shoulder, startling those around him.

“Hiss, what the hell do you think you’re doing!”

“I mean, are you sure the Lord is a Noble?”

“Of course!” The man finally freed his shoulder from Han’s grasp, but he didn’t dare lash out.

Given Han’s bulky stature and the domineering presence as he loomed over him, it was best to pretend to know nothing.

“If not a Noble, then what else could the Lord be?” The man was somewhat puzzled by Han’s train of thought.

“I want to go to Star Dragon Ridge outpost to meet the Lord in person!” He felt the opportunity was right in front of him.

“What are you trying to do?” the other party did not nod in agreement.

He had no wish to be shot full of holes on his way to Star Dragon Ridge without being summoned.

“I am an infantryman of the Rand Kingdom’s Second Legion, loyal to Her Majesty the Queen,” he presented the dragon emblem, “I wish to see the lord!”

Before he could be certain whether Lind was of the New Nobility or the Old Nobility, Han would never reveal his own identity, but now he no longer needed to hesitate.

Time was pressing, and they needed a leader they could trust implicitly.

The Old Nobility, inherently trustworthy due to their bloodline and unchangeable due to the era, were indeed such leaders.

…

“No, absolutely not!”

Mico shook his head, rejecting Lind’s wild idea.

“You’ve just become Upper Rank, and the power of a Soul-lost Knight you obtained through cursed magic is not sanctioned by any god you worship.

You can’t just leap to Hero based on being a Soul-lost Knight.”

Lind and Mico had discussed the distinctions between Great Knight, Upper Rank Knight, and Hero, which did not sound as interesting as the classifications of tier one warrior or tier two warrior.

In a remote place like the Rand Kingdom, a Great Knight was a rare entity, and perhaps only the royal family might know something about the origins of this title.

Yet the Bunny-toothed Witch from the Magic Land seemed worldly-wise; many secrets could simply be an inconspicuous line she chanced upon in the corner of a book she was flipping through.

Especially since Lind heard that Sky Star Magic School housed the most extensive collection of books in the world, and even religious sects’ anthologies were collected there, he was very tempted.

The title of Great Knight originated from the first knight whose name made it into history, a figure as large as if he carried the blood of Giants.

In later stories, those whose strength transcended that of a typical knight—and who roughly stood shoulder to shoulder with that legendary giant—were referred to as Great Knights.

An Upper Rank Knight, on the other hand, was born out of a detailed hierarchy of knightly strength.

Even among the Great Knights, there were strong and weak, and the difference was pronounced upon promotion.

One step above was the Upper Rank Knight.

A Hero represented a story of invincibility that spanned years or even decades.

Therefore, the judgments of one’s rank or tier were often rooted in history and popular recognition.

From Lind’s perspective, such ambiguous assessments were indeed not very useful.

To him, the Undead’s clear-cut levels of 10, 20, 30, and so on were far better, being easily distinguishable at a glance.

They were discussing the “Supply Flame Knight’s route via Magic Potion.” Lind inquired testily if he could just drink the Hero Tier Magic Potion to shoot straight up to level 31, but Mico’s response was an absolute no.

Considering his current state, his true foundation still lay in the path of the Great Knight, according to Sun’s Testament, which in players’ eyes would be levels 11-20.

From the mainline of the Great Knight, various branches extended; for instance, from the base of a Great Knight, an Upper Rank Soul-lost Knight might spread out.

Yet it was not feasible to bypass the main trunk of the Great Knight and jump directly to the Supply Flame Knight, which was worlds apart.

“Must I first rise to become an Upper Rank Supply Flame Knight and then transform into a Hero Supply Flame Knight?”

That’s just the talent skill tree.

Now, that he understood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mico was not very supportive of the idea.

Although it would grant him greater strength, no one had ever shown three different origins of power simultaneously.

Moreover, she’d never seen or heard of an Old Noble retaining their sanity after obtaining Supernatural Power.

“But that would make me a Hero,” Lind tugged at the corner of his mouth, “and besides, flames are the most fundamental power of the Sun’s Testament.”

His fire power didn’t exactly mesh well with being a Soul-lost Knight, but it complemented the Supply Flame Knight perfectly.

In fact, the drawback of the Supply Flame Knight’s dependency on flames didn’t exist for him at all.

As long as he was alive, and his heart did not cease beating, the ring of flames on his chest would keep dancing.