The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 296 - 250 The "Hold Back Before Lifting" of the Red Mushroom Village

Chapter 296: Chapter 250 The "Hold Back Before Lifting" of the Red Mushroom Village

The new Undead had entered the game filled with excitement, but what welcomed them were not the treatment of God’s Knights, but ropes binding them followed by swords pointing at their necks.

Although they cursed loudly, the Undead were quite honest in their actions.

"It seems like only the Undead from Red Mushroom Village receive this kind of treatment," commented an Undead, who had searched the official website after being captured.

Then he discovered that this game actually had different social standings.

The upper class was naturally associated with Lind Armand, where the new Undead in the Northern Star Dragon City area instantly had various conveniences upon logging in, and even old Undead guided them along, offering an all-in-one nanny service, which was better than any Divine Equipment.

Needless to say for the Undead of Emerald Hill, Lind was issuing missions near the Emerald Hill area, and equipment was provided upon login, practically having "I’m your Daddy" written in huge letters on his face.

The lower class, on the other hand, was Red Mushroom Village, where the Undead were immediately deprived of their freedom.

Death might allow them to respawn and escape, but no one really wanted to do so; it could be like Emerald Hill with a storyline, and starting as slaves or prisoners wasn’t unacceptable for new player quests that might have exploded a little.

As for the middle class, it seems that all other Newbie Villages except Red Mushroom Village could be considered middle class.

The other Newbie Villages, no matter what, at least welcomed the arrival of the Undead, but only Red Mushroom Village did the opposite, using brute force to capture all the Undead.

"Once I escape here and get my equipment, I’m definitely coming back to raze the village!"

A good number of Undead, gritting their teeth, swore blood-soaked oaths of vengeance. Accepting "storylines" was one thing, but being captured was another.

The Undead came from civilized societies, characterized by their tough talk but obedient behavior.

When told to put their heads down and squat, they really did put their heads down and squat, but they certainly weren’t scared; some even chatted and laughed merrily, creating a joyful atmosphere.

It seemed as though they hadn’t been captured, but were here on a sightseeing tour instead.

Finally, after a long wait, many of the Undead were notified that they received the debuff "Numb Legs," and Baron Red Mushroom finally made his belated appearance.

He was a man with a square face, his features weather-beaten, black hair interspersed with lots of white, and very noticeable pores on his nose, drawing attention.

Baron was not wearing armor, but a loose robe, his slightly protruding stomach swaying as he walked, conveying a leisurely demeanor that he usually maintained.

Baron Red Mushroom walked up close and looked down at the crouching Undead.

He stared intently at the Undead, apparently pondering something as his brows furrowed and then relaxed repeatedly.

The Undead, on the other hand, straightened up and called out one after another, "We are knights of God!" "We are willing to burn ourselves to light the flames!" "We have come to save the world!" "We..."

Knight of salvation, yet you treat us in such a defamatory way—do your consciences not hurt? So, where is the newbie village task, when will you give us equipment!

The noisy shouting quieted down amid the clashing sound of the soldiers striking their shields with their weapons.

Baron Red Mushroom looked at them silently, his eyes murky as if corroded by debauchery, never focusing on any one Undead’s face, always sweeping by hurriedly.

Regarding what the Undead said, the Baron similarly ignored it as if unheard, walking from one end to the other.

Just as the Undead thought they were finally about to enter the main event, Baron Red Mushroom left without saying a single word.

The Undead still wanted to say something, even thought about getting up to follow him, but the surrounding soldiers quickly closed in, so the Undead reluctantly resumed their crouched position.

"This storyline is too long," complained the Undead.

"Are we really supposed to be captured and squat all day like prisoners?"

"Damn, I might as well log off."

"After you log off and then log back in, you’ll still appear here."

"I have a feeling that we are definitely in for something big!"

"It’s definitely going to be an incredible plot!"

The Undead in Baron Red Mushroom’s Village were confident, following the game’s logic that where conflict arises, climax soon follows.

...

The houses in Baron Red Mushroom’s Village had little to do with mushrooms except that the local clay-fired tiles were very red, making the red-topped houses rise from the desolate wasteland of Magic like red parasol mushrooms blooming in decayed lands. Thus the village was named Baron Red Mushroom’s Village.

Baron Gordon pushed open the door and returned to his room, a familiar chill greeting him from the depths of the room. He paused momentarily before continuing into his room and closed the door behind him.

The narrow room was vastly different from the castles of legend. It lacked gold decorations, elegant portraits, expansive carpets, fragrant, elegant maids, knights patrolling with treasured swords, or huge curtains that fell from the ceiling to the floor.

Actually, this room could not have curtains, for when it was built, the window space reserved was too small, causing poor lighting. If curtains were hung, the room would plunge into utter darkness, making it impossible to see anything.

If there was anything in the room that could be considered a noble’s possession, it would be the long bench.

Baron Gordon loved the long bench, as he could lie on it and daydream, especially after getting drunk, the feel of dozing off was particularly cozy and comfortable.

However, now there were uninvited guests in the room.

"How do you plan to deal with God’s Knights?" asked a person with a massive body, his voice deep and muffled, but he spoke slowly and methodically as if closing one’s eyes could conjure the image of a learned female scholar.

Baron Gordon walked to the table where fragrant sweet-smelling wine was laid out.

He poured himself a glass of wine, "Beehive Cottages heard rumors a year ago about foreigners who couldn’t be killed, didn’t follow any rules, and were not bound by morals—they are utter, thoroughbred bastards, nothing restrains them."

He leaned against the table, looking towards the corner.

There, a colossal being, a small Giant, was sitting on the baron’s favorite long bench. The bench appeared extraordinarily tiny and pitiful under his bottom.

The small Giant, with arms wrapped around his knees and hunched up, looked quite awkward.

Baron Gordon continued, "They call themselves Undead."

"There’s never been Undead in history," said the small Giant. "So you plan to keep them locked up forever?"

"Or send word to Raven City," the baron answered; his eyes and expression still strained as he spoke, indicating he was still actively thinking. Sending the Undead to Raven City was clearly not his actual intention.

Saiwen Hedwin, that old man, has been getting more and more typical, which probably means that he is becoming increasingly atypical.

Sending such a force into his hands would not be a good thing.

And Baron Gordon was trying to avoid him now—it was hardly likely that he would approach him willingly.