The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 261 - 224 Not ’Incorporated

Chapter 261: Chapter 224 Not ’Incorporated

After the sentinel left, Peel walked over to Pim and elbowed him hard, causing Pim to stagger and exclaim in annoyance, "Hey!"

"Lind doesn’t seem right."

By directly using Lind’s name, Peel implied that they were concerned about each other as "friends" and "brothers."

"The pressure from the Snake People Outpost is getting to him," Pim put it plainly, sharing the same feeling. "He’s full of murderous intent; he feels betrayed, and he’s putting a lot of pressure on himself."

"Or maybe he’s been reading too much," Peel thought in a different direction, having noticed that Lind was always looking at books recently.

If the nine guards had reached any mutual understanding, it was their dislike of the old wizard Dome.

"A warrior should wield his blade, not spend all day reading; he’ll be assimilated by knowledge," Peel said, scratching his head but then realized something was amiss.

It turned out he was wearing a helmet.

Hey, that was pointless.

"So you’re a true warrior," Pim said in his own style.

"Are you saying I’m illiterate? You’re just the same!"

"No, I’m different," Pim gestured in the air, spelling out "Pim," and said, "My name!"

"I can learn to write my own name too!" Peel snapped, ready to duel with names.

Who’s calling who illiterate!

Just after Lind had finished studying the new map drawn by the sentinel’s exploration, he saw Peel coming over, fuming.

"Sir, can you teach me how to write my name?"

"Why not?" Lind was happy that someone by his side was eager to learn, and it wouldn’t take much time.

He bent down, picked up a stick casually, wrote "Pierre" quickly in the dirt, and said, "It’s that simple."

"Wait, why is Pim’s so easy!"

The campaign to "Newbie Village" began at dusk.

When the chaotic sound of hooves began, the shacks of Emerald Hill were emitting cooking smoke.

Longhorn cattle left the tilled fields, driven by the village farmers, smelling the sweet scent of fruit in the air, seemingly soothed after a day’s work.

But in the twilight, a group of figures spreading their wings and flying in the sky caught their attention.

"There’s a monster! The Calamity is here!"

The alarm bell was rung immediately by a rope, emitting a cumbersome sound, and villagers armed with pitchforks and wielding scythes and hoes rushed out.

The first to charge out was the leader of Emerald Hill, holding a green scimitar, his eyes conveying grave concern. "Immediately seek help from Riven!"

Upon hearing the command, a young boy turned to run, but in the next moment, an arrow flew through the air and pinned the boy to the ground.

The flying Calamity in the sky could not have produced the sound of hooves; soldiers wearing refined armor and mounted on fierce, fanged warhorses captured their attention as soon as they appeared.

And there was also a group of vicious calamities, chained like dogs.

Even calling for help was futile; they were facing an overwhelmingly powerful Noble force they absolutely could not resist.

They wisely chose not to resist.

The leader of Emerald Hill noticed the soldiers lifting crossbows that glinted with the glow of magic, and each one was a Great Knight.

In Emerald Hill, only he himself was a Great Knight!

Destined to be powerless to resist.

"Do not resist, surrender and you will not be killed," the shout roared like thunder.

The villagers dropped their "weapons," which were actually sticks that, even if actually struck against the soldiers of Star Dragon City, would likely not cause any damage. The rebound might even tear their palms.

A soldier wrapped in armor approached: "Who is the leader here?"

No one responded.

"We are the army of Rand Kingdom, loyal to Lord Lind Armand! You live on the territory of Rand Kingdom! Who will answer my question?"

The villagers did not care who their lord was, they just wanted to live, so it didn’t matter who was in charge.

Eyes shifted.

"I am," the leader said voluntarily, squeezing a smile on his face: "My lord, I’m the Lord of Emerald Hill."

"Hmm, swear loyalty to Lord Lind."

"What?"

"Swear loyalty to a legitimate lord of the kingdom, or are you saying you are loyal to another lord?" He looked up, shading his eyes with his hand as he looked towards Goliath, but unfortunately, his gaze could not cross thousands of miles: "Are you saying you have not sworn loyalty to any noble?"

"We are loyal to the great Riven, the New Nobility!" the Lord of Emerald Hill forfeited his smile and shouted, emotional: "Decaying Old Nobility, you will surely be..."

Thud—!

An arrow pierced his chest, pinning the Lord of Emerald Hill to the ground.

As a Great Knight, he had no chance to react.

The disparity in equipment was huge; this disparity, when shown in combat power, was a complete overpowering.

"Just as the lord had said," the soldier who had settled his crossbow removed his helmet and said: "some people’s wills have been corrupted by the New Nobility."

In the face of calamity, people could only strive to survive, even soldiers utterly loyal to the kingdom sometimes resorted to extreme measures; even bishops would betray their faith to steal the power of God.

So, how could there be someone who couldn’t hear a single bad word about the New Nobility? If they were truly that loyal, they should have been more loyal to Rand Kingdom, given that the New Nobility has only appeared for a few years.

Lind had instructed during the attack on this place, to identify who the leader was, and if the person’s mind seemed off, to kill them outright.

With a death, the entire Emerald Hill immediately quietened down; they trembled as they looked at the two bodies on the ground.

However, what they didn’t expect was that the soldier who had just killed turned his head: "Pym, why is your name so easy to write!"

Emerald Hill, with a population of around 100, calmly awaited their fate after learning it had been occupied by some noble.

At least not resisting meant not dying.

Very few wondered about who would come to them.

Until the sound of hooves was heard again from the horizon, another army, this one even larger.

Terrifying birds of prey circled in the sky, escorting a towering figure in golden armor, the raised lion flag signaling to all present the distinguished identity of the newcomers.

Lind looked at the two bodies on the ground, but this time their bodies were not immediately destroyed: "Send them back to Star Dragon City, tell Morena, I found something just like her sister."

The mastermind’s method of selecting "Newbie Village chiefs" was very brutal, almost twisting their perception and making them highly procedural.

Lind detested such methods because he could not be sure if his own people would one day be twisted quietly, meaning he was likely to face countless betrayals in the future, perhaps even himself being twisted.

Not being "recruited" was one of his bottom lines.

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