The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 265 - 227: A Chance Encounter with the Queen’s Wedding?_2

Chapter 265: Chapter 227: A Chance Encounter with the Queen’s Wedding?_2

The villagers of Emerald Hill also tried to reach out and grab a piece of meat, and no one cared, they really could eat it.

The dinner table made it easy to close the distance, and the atmosphere became very harmonious.

They did not stay in Emerald Hill for too long, arriving hurriedly, killing the leader of Emerald Hill, then eating a meal before turning around to leave.

This casuality seemed to say, "We can leave at any time, and we can come back at any time."

"Are you sure you want to follow?" Lind looked at Doris, who was wearing a long dress, probably brought from the Royal Palace, a purple dyed long dress that puffed up at the towering chest showing a white corset, and that necklace that made him curious about its specific appearance.

She dressed unassumingly, but still maintained the basic etiquette of a Court Lady.

"I am also a wizard," Doris emphasized, "if you need magic assistance, I can help, and I’m very good at listening. As your Recorder Officer, I should always be with you, including on the battlefield."

She said this with some excitement, "I hope to personally record every victory of yours, every great lord needs a Recorder Officer. I will document your greatness, compile it into books, and make it known to future generations."

"Actually, I quite hate reading those lord biographies," Lind commented, "they don’t even know how to exaggerate their historical achievements."

Who could understand that he had once found a book, thinking it was a collection of poems from some belief or religion, but upon opening it, he discovered it was merely a leisure book recording the boring life of a lord.

Especially that day, because of a jar of honey and who had a brawl at the head of the village, it was utterly numbing to read.

After pausing, Lind emphasized, "I have not yet inherited the baron title."

He was a lord and the sole heir; from any perspective, he was already a baron, but he just wasn’t one yet, so he did not need a battlefield journalist.

"You have returned from the north with countless glories," Doris did not want to be left behind; she had chances to leave before, but only after seeing the strength of Lind did she resolve her thoughts.

He possessed adequate strength. Although Doris highly regarded her profession and was prepared to dedicate her life to it, it didn’t mean she wanted to court death.

Otherwise, why wouldn’t Doris seek out Her Majesty the Queen? The perilous journey was one thing, but another reason was the hostility of the New Nobility towards the Old Nobility; she clearly knew that if an actual battle broke out, Her Majesty the Queen would undoubtedly be defeated.

So hiding quietly in Emerald Hill was more in line with her survival strategy.

She still tried to persuade Lind, organizing her language.

"Do you scream when you are scared?" Lind asked again.

"What?" Doris felt offended, having witnessed many battles herself.

The usually composed Doris had her cheeks slightly reddened with anger; she realized the lord she had just decided to swore allegiance to might have a somewhat nasty personality.

"This is a battle," Lind seemed to enjoy the annoyed look on Doris’s face, a smile on his face.

He was intentionally teasing her, but his words were very clear.

"I won’t allow deserters," Lind said, "even if you are a Recorder Officer. But you can rest assured, I won’t die before they all do."

He pointed at the soldiers around him.

A lord actually saying such things?

Doris thought Lind was crazy, as any nobility lord who feared death would avoid such comments, yet when she turned to look at the soldiers, she found them standing tall with anticipation in their eyes as if this was an honor for them.

"And before I die, you won’t die."

"You are invincible!" Doris’s initial composure when meeting Lind was gone; she felt a strong confidence emanating from the man in front of her, but she didn’t know whether it was confidence in his invincibility or in protecting her.

"I will record your..."

"Let’s go, we still have a long way, and we can’t delay any longer."

Doris could not ride on the same horse as Lind. Although riding with a beautiful woman would add some color to the journey, it would also slow down the march.

She sat in the backup cart pulling supplies, next to iron barrels.

They set out from Emerald Hill, needing seven days and nights to reach Dark Night Orchard.

But before that, they would encounter many calamities.

Doris strived to display her professional quality, ensuring she wasn’t like Lind said, only good for screaming "Ahh Ahh."

"There’s a group of pipers up ahead," Doris said after a jolting journey, feeling dizzy and nauseous.

The Catastrophe Warhorse never felt tired, yet unlike warhorses, they sometimes acted like leopards or lions, with cruel and sharp talons running on the rugged road, bouncing up and down.

Doris began to recall what she had eaten that morning, as the food had already surged to her throat.

It was a circus, dressed in colorful costumes, holding flutes in their hands.

The music, carried by the wind, was unsettling.

As the Poster Girl of Newbie Village, Doris had some information about the undead, like the pipers, who obstructed the road.

What was more irritating, these creatures were hard to kill and could only be driven away, the pipers were very fast.

The entire troop didn’t pause for a moment, as gold-colored knights flowed like a turbulent golden river, surging forward and completely engulfing the pipers.

Doris was stunned, it wasn’t dispersal or control but a direct overwhelming.

The pipers, who had been a source of complaint for the undead, vanished without a trace.

The troop continued moving forward, while Doris quieted down, certain she had stepped onto a huge ship sailing forward.

The entire troop maintained a high-speed march, and Lind wasn’t really planning to smash everything; he chose to detour around some troublesome things but recorded everything.

On the morning after the third day and night.

Doris got up from her tent, Lind had said they would never stop to rest during the journey, but he still chose to stop and rest halfway through the trip.

Her dress was more wrinkled than ever, but Doris felt it was one of the best mornings she had had in a while.

She had slept comfortably.

"Is there a town up ahead?" Lind had become unfamiliar with the drastically altered central region; he hadn’t yet seen any landmark he remembered.

But the suddenly rising city walls caught his attention, adorned with flags he had never seen before.

"Lord Baya’s territory," Doris said, "formerly the Mountain Goblin Duke’s territory."

"Mountain Goblin..." Lind mulled over the word. It wasn’t the first time he heard it, but it still sounded uncomfortable. He didn’t know yet what kind of nickname he would get, oh, he already had one, Lin Dog.

"We’re just passing by," Lind had no intention of interacting with Lord Baya, and the soldiers on the city walls had clearly noticed them, watching vigilantly.

The armor of Rand Kingdom’s infantry was very easy to recognize.

"Let’s go."

The troop continued to move forward.

Yet, not long after they left, Doris said, "I heard something."

Though Doris had mentioned her abilities as a Recorder Officer to hear many secrets, her "eavesdropping" skill had never really come into play before.

Her voice wasn’t very loud, and if it weren’t for the fact that everyone present was at least a Great Knight, her voice would definitely have been drowned out by the sounds of hooves and wheels.

"What?" Lind slightly slowed down, moving parallel to the carriage she was in.

"Lord Baya seems to be holding a wedding with Queen Rania."

"Oh?" Lind was surprised, he really wanted to watch the excitement, but unfortunately, he had more important things to do.

So that Lord Baya was the real winner in life, eliminating the duke he served, gaining his territory, and finally even marrying the queen.

Could it be considered reaching the pinnacle of life?

"Anything else?"

"Someone mentioned the Snake Catcher Fortress," she said.

"What?!"

"That matter," she said, "someone talked about that matter."

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