The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 259 - 222: Lar Devouring Feces

Chapter 259: Chapter 222: Lar Devouring Feces

Mountain Demon Castle.

Lord Baya looked at the murmuring old woman carrying two magic wands.

He had broken his promise again, but it wasn’t that he withheld the old woman’s reward. This cunning old lady claimed she was close to finding that person’s location, yet dealing with him wouldn’t be that easy. For this, Lord Baya had to pay one part of the reward in advance.

It was the magic wand that could bewitch minds.

It was merely a collectible, and Lord Baya did not care about it; what he cared about was whether the divination magic would succeed.

The old cloth wrapping was heavy, stitched with various animal skins and linen, and the palm-sized patches made Lord Baya frown involuntarily.

Such a filthy and ugly thing should not appear within the noble confines of Mountain Demon Castle.

The moment the cloth was unwrapped, he couldn’t help but cry out, "What is this!"

The unfolded package was stuffed with ears of all sizes, the blood dyed the ears red, piling up into a small mound, at least a hundred ears.

"Needed for the prophecy."

"Then start immediately!" Lord Baya said harshly.

He was probably a bit angry with shame for being startled earlier, failing to maintain a noble’s elegance, thus illogically directing his anger toward the old woman before him.

A pot of water boiled furiously.

Various unknown magic potions were thrown in, and the aroma that wafted out began to complicate, but that was not all.

When that heap of human ears was thrown into it, the pot’s broth began to thicken and a stench emerged that made one involuntarily swallow.

People don’t just swallow when they smell something fragrant; they also lose control when faced with foul odors or something repulsive.

The old woman stirred with her magic wand, again and again, with wisps of strange smoke emanating each time.

Lord Baya felt an itch in his ears, he could hear some noise, very noisy, completely incomprehensible.

This indicated that the old woman’s magic was really effective.

He couldn’t help but watch the old woman’s back, focusing on her fingers wrapped in wrinkled and yellowed skin like parchment, clutching the magic wand with their grotesquely ugly, chicken claw-like fingers.

She stirred once more.

The noise became louder!

"I have already captured the direction of his existence," the old woman paused.

It seemed her divinatory prophecy merely required stirring the inexplicable thick soup in the pot, which relieved Lord Baya somewhat, at least sparing him from watching a sinister old woman devour the concoction with a malevolent smile.

"And?"

"He is very fierce, even aggressive, and he will be an unreliable supporter of Her Majesty Queen Rania," the old woman’s tone suddenly became a bit uncertain: "It’s strange, he holds no loyalty, nor does he show reverence, but he will protect Her Majesty the Queen."

"What’s so strange about that!" Lord Baya slapped the table vigorously, "Am I very loyal to the Queen?!"

Sitting in this position for a long time, what he had to consider was absolutely not something an old woman skilled in sinister magic could imagine.

Without power, yet possessing the Queen’s status, Rania was indeed the perfect figure of allegiance.

By controlling Rania, he would control the authority.

The willing subordinates would become power, and those unwilling are rebels, needing conquest.

If there was talk of harming Rania, Lord Baya would absolutely be the first to disagree; without Rania, his status as Grand Lord would be deemed usurped.

She was present, thus he was the master of Mountain Demon Castle.

Therefore, it was very normal to be disloyal yet still want to protect the Queen.

The old woman clearly did not understand the dynamics; she only wanted the rewards Lord Baya promised, uninterested in power struggles, territorial battles, or any such matters.

"Will he kill me?" Lord Baya inquired.

Someone was trying to challenge Rania, and in the future’s warning, Rania would also accept his "allegiance" but what about himself?

"My lord, I have not listened to your future," the old woman explained: "I have already listened once for Her Majesty the Queen, it won’t be possible a second time soon."

"Then tell me what you heard!" Lord Baya waved his hand.

"He is trying to cross Snake Catcher Fortress," the old woman stirred the thick soup in the pot, "the Ouroboros certainly won’t allow anyone to come close, already occupied by the Cunning King’s will, this is a chance, if a conflict arises between them..."

The aggressive man and the Ouroboros that absolutely wouldn’t allow anyone to tread into its territory, surely a conflict would erupt upon their meeting, indeed!

"Then let the conflict happen!"

"I need your other blessed weapon," the old woman bent her back, she had long known the difficulty of obtaining rewards from Lord Baya’s hands, so she used some cunning to make him inevitably hand over the items.

"What?"

"A rat," the old woman said: "A rat that can stir trouble."

...

...

Lind was flipping through a book titled "Rael Who Devours Excrement." Despite the bizarre and rather distasteful name, it was indeed a collection of poems about the power belonging to the Snake Catcher path.

During the time of forging paths, he had ridden a Flying Dragon back to Star Dragon City.

He handed over the Magic Potion formula to the Bunny-toothed Witch first, then passed the book to Dome.

As expected, they were very pleased, even the Bunny-toothed Witch couldn’t help but praise the Lord’s greatness once again.

People like them must be the most useful tools in the world, thinking that Lind was relentlessly fighting enemies outside, and they only needed to reap the benefits effortlessly, acquiring all sorts of knowledge they desired without a thought.

Indeed, this was what Lind thought as well.

You rack your brains here, studying and striving to create.

The stomach is only so big, what’s the use of having more Magic Potions and results if, after a brief possession, they must be taken out for use in the territory?

Lind could obtain various research results effortlessly, and if the Undead were there, he wouldn’t even need to expend effort to seize them.

So in his view, no matter how greedy they were, they were just tools...

Dome’s haphazard reading of so many books had played a significant role now, especially after hearing about the situation of Baron Ronan in the Snake Catcher Fortress from Lind.

"This power should come from the Snake People village, and after taking the Magic Potion, a Snake Catcher eventually turned into a giant snake..." Dome also knew the story about the Snake Catcher family combating the Abyss Snake demons.

In his view, such an absurd event suggested that this power was likely related to the Abyss demons.

It must be related in some way.

As Dome shared his conjecture, Lind was still perusing "Rael Who Devours Excrement." After losing the Gold Dragon Armor Plate, he had put on a suit of Armor crafted by Bard that was perhaps less protective but more sophisticated and comfortable.

It was like a tailcoat on the battlefield.

He held the thick book, its yellowing snake leather Parchment almost still exuding a pungent smell, dense with text that made one’s eyes uncomfortable. The elongated writing style twisted the words into patterned, lengthy snakes.

"Could there be any dangers?" Lind looked up, his craving for power had never ceased, and it would continue until the moment of his death.

Having witnessed the combat style of Ronan’s sons, Lind grew intensely interested in the Snake Catcher path.

There could be ten different forms of power usage.

The strong allure made it hard for Lind to resist, even though he quite disliked snakes.

"If you can ensure your body does not undergo any unwanted transformations when you take the Magic Potion," Dome shook his head lightly, "there isn’t! It’s just a way to absorb the power from the Magic Potion."

The path of the Magic Potion was about usurping the power of magic for one’s own use. Magic’s power was infinite, but people could only utilize that limited power through paths and prayers.

Lind closed the book.

"Rael Who Devours Excrement" did not truly consume excrement; the book termed things like "Curse" and "Mutation" as excrement.

Hence, Rael in the book was not someone with a bizarre eating disorder, but a Scavenger who cleansed various negative conditions, ensuring ordinary people were unaffected by the aftermath of disasters.

"Was Ronan’s strength related to this book, and did he possibly acquire some kind of Crest power from it?" Lind pondered.

Judging others by oneself, since he himself could master it, why couldn’t the opponent?

For Miss Miko, making Great Knight and Senior Grand Knight path Magic Potions had become too easy nowadays. If it weren’t for Lind’s strong insistence, she would have delegated this low-tech task to other Pharmacists.

Now, every Pharmacist in the territory had been trained by Lind with abundant materials to multitask seamlessly, not only were they fast at brewing Magic Potions, they started with as many as a dozen pots at once, also ensuring quality.

Just like the Bunny-toothed Witch once used the method of exhaustion to deduce the "Idealistic" path Magic Potion, practice made perfect, and the Witch’s Idealistic Magic Potion refining indeed formed a connection.

Another form of power was added to his body, the Snake Catcher!

Lind didn’t feel his body getting stronger; Snake Catchers did not seem to be known for their strength and robustness.

Rather than that, the Crest on his chest had once again undergone a change, becoming more intricate and delicate from its original rough interlock.

The Crest was not a tattoo; every time Lind gained new power, they shifted positions and underwent certain changes.

The mysterious Ouroboros emblem integrated and became part of it, giving Lind some simple sensations.

Thus, he took out the Banshee’s Horn, aiming it at himself.

He blew the horn.

His physical strength was instantly cut by half, the sudden loss made his knees go weak, but soon the Ouroboros emblem devoured it vigorously and returned some power back into Lind’s body.

Eating Curse, nurturing itself.

But the curse of the horn was too strong, resulting in the power fed back not catching up to the loss of Lind’s strength, barely qualifying as the most useless of the many Crests he had obtained so far.

"My Lord, the path has been cleared,"

At last, some good news arrived, and he could return to the Central Region.

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