The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 255 - 220 is the Mouse

Chapter 255: Chapter 220 is the Mouse

This was a tragedy.

Because of a misunderstanding that arose from who knows where, those who should have been conversing cheerfully had no choice but to draw swords against each other until one side was completely annihilated.

Every soldier who was still alive drank potions for healing as quickly as possible.

But there were those whose wounds, even when healed, left them unable to wield a sword again, including Riff.

His injuries were extremely severe; his internal organs had been nearly pierced through by arrows; his body’s sheer willpower had allowed him to hold on until now. Lind couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Riff, for with his tenacious will, he had succeeded in surviving.

"I will have you take up the sword again," Lind said, patting Riff’s shoulder, "It’s just the strength of a Great Knight that’s gone, after all. Are you interested in learning magic? I could have Dome teach you."

Lind’s eyes sparkled as he outlined a bright future for Riff, extending his right hand around Riff’s neck and gesticulating with his left hand, "Just think, you know Dome’s combat style. You only need to learn an Illumination Spell, and then some supportive magic! You’ve seen how fierce his two-handed sword is!"

"Sir, I’m not smart," Riff surrendered. Battling enemies to the death wasn’t a problem for him, and even forcing his body, which should have died, to keep going with sheer willpower wasn’t an issue, but magic... that thing.

Magic, if you don’t know it, you don’t know it. The mind can’t just be used because you want it to be.

"Sir, why don’t you learn magic?" Riff asked curiously, "If you could use those spells of Dome’s..."

"I can’t learn it either!" Lind said.

Really couldn’t learn it?

Maybe he could learn it, if he was willing to put in the time and effort. But that was a moot point; Lind didn’t have the time. Rather than waste a massive amount of time delving into magic, it was better to make further progress on the knight’s path.

He was different from other knights; because of the Sun Halo, he could control the power within his body, and his perfect control allowed him to continuously obtain other powers.

A series of coincidences had led to his current strength; not just any Noble could imitate his path and create another Lind.

So, it was better to waste no time studying the possibly impassable Wizard Path and instead collect more knightly paths. He believed that when his "natural skill tree" was fully bloomed, when he held the powers of several knightly paths at once, all enemies would cease to be a problem.

"Pang?" Lind looked at the name etched on the sword that Riff was holding.

"An uncouth and irritating opponent," said Riff, shoving the sword into the ground.

This was the makeshift tombstone for a Soldier at the Snake People Outpost named "Pang."

Ahead, hundreds of swords were planted into the scorched earth, creating a burial monument characteristic of this era.

Among them, ten swords were most prominent.

They belonged to Ronan’s sons, a group with minds not quite right but whose loyalty was such that it was hard to bear them ill will.

Even as enemies, one had to acknowledge their loyalty.

Of course, if faced with them again, Lind would still act decisively, eliminating them without a shred of mercy.

The preparations that followed were quite simple. Since peaceful methods were no longer feasible, passing through Snake Catcher Fortress left only one option.

To kill Baron Ronan.

But before that, Lind decided to use a more forceful approach to meet with Baron Ronan, having never seen the completely mad Old Nobility with his own eyes.

As the real final boss that couldn’t be avoided in the game, the Old Nobility guarded every pass with great strength, unmatched.

What if Baron Ronan simply bowed his head in submission? Although he knew that was absolutely impossible.

The flames turned all resources within the Snake People Outpost to ash, leaving nothing to salvage.

The expedition had to stop there. Almost everyone was injured, and potions could not guarantee full healing; they had to go back for the Pharmacists to concoct remedies based on each individual’s condition.

Yet Lind always felt that something was not quite right.

Until Serene asked, "Where’s Milan?"

Yes, where was Milan?

"Milan seemed to be around when the battle started."

Was it possible that he was accidentally killed by a blast of flame from a Flying Dragon? Impossible; Flying Dragons had an acute sense of smell, and there was the presence of the Lion Badge. Furthermore, the fire was a Magic Flame, produced after biting the fire blister on the neck; as everyone knows, magic is "subjective"—it must hit exactly where it is supposed to hit, so it couldn’t be wrong.

With triple security, it was nearly impossible for a mishap to occur.

Before long, Milan returned. She was unharmed. As the "Assassin Master," second only to Lind in the domain for stealth skills, she could avoid injury by remaining concealed. Without special techniques, a Senior Grand Knight would truly be unable to catch her.

"My lord!" Milan arrived, carrying a head.

"What is this?" Lind, looking at the head with eyes rolling back, felt it looked familiar, yet the face was morphing into that of a "Snake," and the skull was altered, making it hard to recognize.

"He is Seymour," Milan said, "the legion commander of the Snake People Outpost."

Lind remembered, but it was difficult to find many similarities between that man and the head before him.

"At the start of the conflict, I was heading to the prison to look for you," Milan said, head of Seymour in hand, explaining what she had done.

Indeed, at the onset of the conflict, she had rushed towards the prison, intending to assist Lind.

However, en route, she had noticed Seymour acting suspiciously and had followed him.

Then she witnessed the Snake Catcher Fortress fall into chaos, even losing control.

"Was there really something attacking the fortress?"

"Yes, but it was some of the fortress’s own soldiers gone mad, as if they were influenced by something, sparking the chaos."

Milan picked up the head again, "Seymour was also being controlled; he was emitting some kind of sound transmitting information."

"Can you be certain of who did it?" Lind could almost be sure that something he didn’t even know truly existed had made a move in secret and provoked the dispute between himself and the Snake Catcher Fortress.

What could their aim be? And how did they come to know of his existence?

The nearby Snake People Outposts were unaware of his real military strength.

As for the presence of a traitor in Star Dragon City, it was utterly impossible.

If a traitor wished to cause trouble for him or kill him, there were far too many methods available, and with the existence of Flying Dragons, if there really was a traitor, they would certainly know that to them, the Snake People Outposts were insignificant.

Lind was inclined to believe there was no traitor within his own domain.

Therefore, the adversary must have some kind of mysterious means to be aware of his existence and, for some reason unclear to him, wanted to cause him trouble. However, the adversary’s information was not complete, which is why their actions had only managed to disgust Lind.

"Maybe it’s a rat," Milan said.

"A rat?"

Pointing at the head, Milan explained, "Before he died, Seymour told me that it was a rat which had influenced him, and he only came to his senses in the moment of death. He was very angry about it."

"That means we have to play the role of Rat Catchers now."

He felt he was quite tolerant, but this time he was truly disgusted, and he was determined to root out the rat no matter where it was hiding.

Lind spoke, "Thank you for your report, Miss Milan."

"My lord, how is Serene?" Finally having provided all the information she knew, Milan promptly began to inquire about the man.

"Well, he..." Lind hesitated.

The few soldiers nearby were the same, heads hung low.

"What is it?" Milan was nervous.

"He’s lost his hat," Lind said with a smile, "I suggest you don’t go looking for him just yet. Perhaps you could give him a new hat."

Serene’s baldness!

"Hahaha!" The crowd erupted into hearty laughter.

The atmosphere lightened considerably, clearing away some of the shadow of war.

But the obstacle of the Snake Catcher Fortress was still looming ahead...