The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
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142: Chapter 131 Internal Test Version 1.03 Update_2 142: Chapter 131 Internal Test Version 1.03 Update_2 Yang unceremoniously dragged a stool under himself, turned to glance at the chaotic scene behind him, and then said, “Persimmon Town is very far from Leon Territory, farther than Holy Water Town, Crying Town, and Cazhen Town.”

“Never been there,” Milan had already assembled one crossbow and was concentrating on another.

“Neither have I,” Yang raised his eyebrows, “we came from the Gate of Mephisto, stationed in Leon Territory.

We were defeated by those creatures from the Great Rift, but with Lord Leon leading us, we’ll surely fight our way back to the Gate of Mephisto.”

“The pass?” Milan had finished assembling both hand crossbows.

“It’s the Gate of Mephisto!” Yang emphasized.

“The Gate of Mephisto, then what?”

She scanned the table towards the bottles of alcohol: “I can’t help you reclaim the Gate of Mephisto, I’m just a regular Hunter.”

Grabbing a bottle, she pulled out the cork, tilted her head back for a swig, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face: “I only act on orders.”

“Sharuba and Sitan, those two bastards, have begun playing their power games,” seeing this, Yang refrained from idle chat.

He realized he lacked the knack for playing on emotions, and his two missing incisors made him verbally clumsier, perhaps sputtering a bit more to make the whistling sound of his teeth less noticeable.

“Do you know the wasteharbor?” Yang snatched the wine bottle from Milan’s hand and took a gulp.

Milan wiped her mouth with her sleeve: “That area occupied by the Green Skins?

Not far from Persimmon Town, of course I know about it!”

Calamity, mutated creatures, mad Old Nobility, deranged various religious Believers, creatures mutated after failed Magic Potion trials, and more.

This world has all sorts of chaotic monsters, the biggest issue and source are the Calamities.

But for the New Nobility, the major problem is the Old Nobility because their inherited power makes them go crazier than the Calamity.

The Ring of Magic’s Blessing still looks after this remnant of the old era after the ring shattered, the Old Nobility Lords who once occupied various regions are now sticking like nails at every critical outpost and castle.

Religious Believers, mutated creatures, etc., don’t matter, they are weak by themselves.

Mutated creatures are different.

Essentially, it’s said that regular people who often eat mutated food will mutate after ingesting too much Calamity…Such claims persist because it’s only the third year since the Ring of Magic shattered, and results of such theories from experienced scholars won’t be confirmed until many years later.

The Green Skins of the wasteharbor are a group of mutated creatures that have gathered there for reasons unknown, numerous and strong, with little rationality.

“Are you provoking those Green Skins?” Milan snatched the wine bottle back, shook it to hear there was still plenty in it, and nodded in satisfaction.

“It’s those two bastards!

What’s crucial for us now is to gather all the power at hand,” Yang clenched his fist, his right hand missing the ring and little finger, making the fist look like a chicken claw.

Luckily, he was a Legion Commander, fit to sit back in support.

Whenever Yang got angry, the whistling of his missing teeth made him sound particularly strained.

“They’re actually planning to attack the wasteharbor!”

“Both of them?”

“It’s Sharuba.”

“What about Sitan?”

“He’s heading south, to strike at Snake Catcher Fortress, defeat that tough old madman, and then move on to Goliath.” Yang scratched his cheek with his claw-like three fingers: “I’ve never been to Goliath in my life.

Why should we go to Goliath?

We should be heading to the Gate of Mephisto!”

“To get beaten back again?” Milan chuckled, feeling she shouldn’t have laughed, but watching a chicken-clawed man with a missing front tooth scratch his cheek was genuinely funny.

“We have the Undead!” Yang shook his head, saying, “I’ve been observing the Undead lately, they don’t die, they are very valuable, it was you who brought them here.”

“Serene, Yazha, they all went too, I think they’ll bring some back…

Well, forget Cazhen Town; that lunatic doesn’t care about Lord Leon at all, obsessing over his church daily.”

“He’s hardly human anymore, a complete maniac,” Yang said, “but that’s not important, I want your help.”

“How can I help?”

“I want the Undead to serve me, not just for patrols.”

“I can’t help you convince Lord Leon!” Milan put the wine bottle in front of Yang, waving her hand to indicate that he should take the bottle and leave.

Yang picked up the bottle and waved it: “You’ve already drunk it all!

You’ll have to help me with this!”

“Alright, explain carefully what needs to be done?”

“I need the loyalty of the Undead, then I will arrange for them to handle some issues, demonstrate their value, and bind them to me before Sitan and Sharuba can react.”

“Aren’t you also playing shrewd?” Milan scoffed disdainfully at him.

While the three great Legion Commanders have roughly the same number of Great Knights under their command, things would change dramatically if ‘toothless’ Yang suddenly had 60 more Great Knights in his ranks.

“I can have a chat on behalf of Serene,” Yang grinned, showing his gap-toothed smile: “help you take down that proud handsome young man.”

Milan’s cheeks grew slightly warm: “Helping you isn’t impossible…”

Things turned out smoother than Milan and Yang anticipated; after obtaining Lord Leon’s tacit approval, the two found the Undead, who simply vied to join Yang’s legion when asked.