The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 262 - 225 is the Songbai Knight Guard

Chapter 262: Chapter 225 is the Songbai Knight Guard

Under the oppressive rule of Lind, the people of Emerald Hill were very cooperative, having long since become numb to their plight.

Lind walked towards the shacks of Emerald Hill. The poorly constructed dwellings would hardly be effective in the cold winter months, yet the villagers lived quite well.

They were able to sustain a group of people, and the villagers had not suffered too much from the Calamity’s invasions.

A simple wooden fence served as their defense, hardly enough to stop even a jumping adult.

Yet, under these circumstances, life in Emerald Hill was quite stable.

"Do you have farmland?" Lind asked casually.

"A piece of emerald land," replied a middle-aged man, who could be considered "old;" people over 40 were rare, and the harsh living conditions made him look quite aged.

"The land can grow some fruits, which we use to feed the pigs."

Lind’s eyes lit up, the meat unaffected by mutations, "No wonder I’ve been smelling fruit."

"Have the Undead ever appeared here?"

Previously, 3,000 people showed up in several Newbie Villages, but the majority of these villages didn’t cause much stir; the Undead only experienced a short time of "Medieval Farming Simulator" or "Medieval Bandit-Fighting Simulator."

"Yes."

There was nothing good to hide.

All villagers were ordered to gather in the open area of Emerald Hill; the sky gradually turned a dull yellow while Lind surveyed each face, expressionless and vacant.

Until he awaited the arrival of the village’s "Poster Girl."

Lind felt that his favorite step was definitely plundering the Poster Girl, as the mastermind behind the scenes might often cause mishaps due to unfamiliarity with the game, but he certainly knew what the players wanted.

It could be coincidental, but most Newbie Villages tended to have a beautiful, capable Poster Girl.

They all possessed great potential for growth, just like the Bunny-toothed Witch Miss Miko, the Greedy Snake Brittany, Necromancer Morena, and Fence-sitter Milan.

This was a beautiful woman.

To say so might be vague, but she left a lasting impression on Lind and the soldiers present because, in comparison to her lovely face, you’d definitely be more curious about where that delicate silver necklace around her neck had gone.

"Miss Doris?"

He found the name somewhat familiar, a virtuous lady.

"I recognize you," she looked up and discovered a blond man smiling, his eyes fixated on her... cleavage.

"You look quite different from the last time I saw you," Doris couldn’t help but say.

He had never hidden his preferences, so he didn’t mind the sarcasm in Doris’s words.

The folkways of the Rand Kingdom are pure, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many illegitimate children; Lind even suspected he, too, might have half-siblings, but his inheritance rights were well protected.

Lind’s gaze moved upwards to Doris’s face: "The Recorder Officer is your..."

"My grandmother." Doris answered.

She recognized Lind immediately; that Baron’s son who always followed the Great Prince around, yet this guy had never looked at her face, not even in the first, second, or even continual glances.

"You truly look a lot different now," Doris said.

"Hahaha," Lind laughed heartily: "It’s really good to see you, Doris, good in every sense. We have a lot to talk about!"

Recoders, sometimes they record the conversations of nobles at banquets, certain special quotations, etc., and later on, compile these into histories, but as far as Lind knew, in the end these would just become entertainments filled with nonsensical texts.

Occasionally, some royal scandals would spill out of the royal palace, embellished by Bards, and then spread by word of mouth among the common people, becoming royal scandals.

Recorders are not nobles, at most they could be considered a type of Court Lady, and Lind suspected that apart from the Rand Kingdom, no one would set up a special position to record what one says every day.

Since there’s someone familiar here... although he and she weren’t well acquainted, more like she knew him but he didn’t recognize her, but when a fellow villager meets another, there’s always some kinship.

They entered a shack, the room was narrow but well-insulated.

There was a table, covered with documents Doris had recorded.

"Are you still recording?" Lind pointed at the papers on the table.

"This is my job, a family heritage." She nodded, indicating for Lind to look around freely.

"I’ve always been in the north," Lind said.

"I know," Doris pointed to the papers on the table.

Lind nodded, "I forgot, no piece of gossip can escape your ears."

"To be precise, before the apocalypse."

Lind was about to briefly share his experiences when he noticed that Doris had already picked up the pen and was looking at him.

"Are you going to write this down too?"

"You’re the Lord I am to pledge my allegiance to in the future, aren’t you?"

"I never thought I’d need a Recorder Officer," Lind shook his head. He could be proud occasionally, and indeed quite vain at times, but that did not mean he needed someone to record his every word and action.

Lind advised, "Don’t write just yet, we should have a good talk first."

"Picking up a pen helps me think," Doris said.

Lind, unable to correct her, simply nodded; he was quite polite to "acquaintances," provided they did not bare their fangs, otherwise, heads would be smashed.

Lind briefly shared his situation, then said, "We still hope to return to Goliath."

"That might be difficult," Doris gently twiddled a strand of hair hanging down her forehead with her pinky finger, "Prince Cote has gone mad, completely mad. Shortly after Queen Rania’s ascension, the Ring of Magic broke, and then chaos erupted everywhere, legions were dispatched to quell the disturbances."

She reminisced, yet her hands never stopped writing.

Lind looked down and saw that what she was recording was completely different from what she was saying. She was writing about the brief experiences Lind had just mentioned, but her own words recounted what she had seen and heard about Goliath.

Lind felt a bit uncomfortable with the titles used in her speech.

Prince Cote? He had always called him the Great Prince.

"The Prince took the Magic Potion and gained great power, Queen Rania left under the protection of the Royal Guards, and I was also in that fleeing group," she continued.

"And then what?"

"Our journey was tough," Doris remembered, "Rand Kingdom’s strongest Third Legion, the Cavalry, the Royal Guard, appeared as fragile as glass cups when facing those calamity monsters, and then we got separated. After that, I came to Emerald Hill."

"Emerald Hill has always been quite nice, though recently, Curved Blade’s temperament has drastically changed."

Curved Blade, the Great Knight who was shot down by Peel.

Lind nodded.

"You’ve seen him several times?"

"Many times,’ Lind nodded, ’they hold the New Nobility in high regard."

Doris looked up in surprise, not expecting to hear "New Nobility" from Lind, who should be calling them rebels, with the arrogance and dignity of a noble.

"And then?" Lind continued to ask, without explaining. He never had much sense of noble honor, nor did he hold on to the arrogance and persistence of nobility.

"Curved Blade was very firm; later, dozens of peculiar Undead came to Emerald Hill, this place couldn’t support so many people, but Curved Blade insisted on letting them stay. These people were hard-working, behaved oddly, both detestable indeed yet difficult to dislike," Doris was trying to find the right adjectives.

The Recorder Officer’s vocabulary was vast, but now she was somewhat at a loss for words.

"Chaos," Lind said.

"Yes, chaos!" Doris wrote quickly, cherishing the word as if it unlocked all her thoughts at once.

While engrossed in writing, Doris didn’t stop talking, "Later, Raven City sent people and planned to lead the Undead to Raven City, but the Undead suddenly disappeared a while ago."

Due to an update, the Undead went offline for "one day."

Finally reaching the part Lind cared about, "Do you know which faction Raven City belongs to?"

Just like Leon City comes from the Catastrophe Executioners of the Great Rift, this is a real world; the New Nobility didn’t just suddenly appear.

"The City Lord of Raven City is a Songbai Knight Guard,"

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