The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 249 - 215: The Ten Sons_2

Chapter 249: Chapter 215: The Ten Sons_2

The half-mad sons of Ronan had locked themselves in the dungeons of Snake Catcher Fortress to prevent themselves from losing control and going mad, but also to protect the completely uncommunicative Baron Ronan.

They knew Ronan was no longer the man he used to be, yet they were still willing to contradict everything to guard that crazed shell, even knowing it might be wrong.

Lind had seen such people before.

When Leon City was captured, that toothless legion commander had been just like that.

The vows of guardianship, even without the oversight of All Gods, were still upheld by some.

In the face of such fanatical people, Lind had no good way to reason with them and could only try to find common ground that benefited both parties, persuading them circuitously.

He hoped a noble’s reputation might be of some use.

Lind’s lord skill: "Give me some face!"

"Hiss~" Above Snake People Outpost, soldiers made strange sounds with their mouths.

"What are they doing?" Riff asked subconsciously.

"Sending messages," Lance replied, "If I guess right, it should be related to the Snake Catchers."

"Snake Catchers Passage" the gate of the outpost opened, and a soldier with a birthmark like a snake scale covering half his cheek walked out: "Our strength comes from Lord Ronan’s grace!"

He bowed to Lind, but it was hard to see much respect: "Lord Armand, I am Seymour, the legion commander of Snake People Outpost. The sons of Ronan wish to meet with you."

"Okay," Lind nodded, "Lead the way, I understand their situation may not be very good."

"Thank you for your understanding," Seymour said, "Your colleagues can rest inside the outpost as well, we have ample food and fine wine."

Seymour led Lind away, but before leaving, he designated a soldier named "Pang" to take care of Lance and the others.

Lance and Serene, as guards, followed closely beside Lind.

"You can finally have a good drink," Milan nudged Riff with his elbow, "Remember the past."

"Remember?" Pang asked curiously.

"He’s been here before, and many years later, he’s still reminiscing about the wines from the tavern at Snake Catcher Fortress," Milan explained.

"Haha, I’ll make sure you have a great time drinking, brother!"

Pang, looking at their fierce mounts, couldn’t help but exclaim, "You folks are really remarkable."

Taming the Catastrophe is not something everyone can do, but to make the Catastrophe Warhorse as obedient as a regular warhorse is truly terrifying.

If these sharp-toothed warhorses appeared on an open battlefield, they would be indestructible meat grinders!

"That’s because we have a great lord."

"Our lord is also great!"

Lind had reached the dungeon and met with Ronan’s sons.

Ten specially built cells, each housing a Senior Grand Knight not much weaker than himself.

"Lord Armand?" a hoarse voice called out.

Lind’s gaze shifted to the speaker, a man with red hair, not particularly handsome.

"I am Almet Flame Wing, a son of Ronan!"

"What an impressive title," Lind nodded, "I once drank with Lord Ronan at a feast, he was rather humorous."

Almet’s gaze wavered, trying to imagine a jovial noble at a feast in his mind.

"We’ve never seen his humorous side, you’re lucky."

"A father must maintain his dignity in front of his children," Lind continued, knowing that since these people called themselves sons of Ronan and respected Ronan deeply, they would definitely appreciate hearing good words about father-son love.

Lance and Serene didn’t speak, but both could see Lind’s art of conversation.

His words indeed struck a chord with the ten people present.

Almet’s expression softened a lot: "You wish to pass through Snake Catcher Fortress? That might be difficult, we also cannot pass, the Baron won’t allow anyone to set foot in his territory."

"We need to return to Goliath, but there’s no rush, I actually wanted to ask about something else, whether you’ve seen a pair of Believers from the Sun Church from the north? The Nightfiend Brothers."

"The Nightfiend Brothers?" Almet frowned.

"I know them! I’ve met them," said a skinny man.

Almet took the initiative to introduce: "He is Dominic Nightfiend, not good with words, but he never lies."

"They once came here, trying to cross the fortress to Goliath."

"Then what?" Lind asked.

"Of course, I didn’t let them cross here."

"But there’s no trace of them in the north." Lind said, "They must have crossed here."

The Snake Catcher Fortress was built above a body of water, and the turbulent currents could swallow everything.

Of course, Lind could also ride a flying dragon over, but acting high-profile in territories not his own was certainly not wise—who knows how many powerful figures like Lord Leon could appear, any one of them might turn out to be a dragon slayer.

Caution first.

Lind suddenly started to miss the Undead. If they were here, there would definitely be hundreds, if not thousands, of cunning ways to cross the Snake Catcher Fortress.

After all, being the chief of Newbie Village was great.

But Lind was also very clear that the prerequisite for being the village chief of Newbie Village was being strong enough. He must catch the Nightfiend Brothers before the return of the Undead, step into the "Hero Rank" first, and then naturally consume the Magic Potion of one of the Knights of the Apocalypse, the Storm Knight, to advance to Epic.

Dominic Nightfiend stayed silent; he hadn’t let the Nightfiend Brothers pass through the fortress, and as for other matters, they had nothing to do with him, so he expressed no opinion at all.