The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 297 - 251: Explosive Start

Chapter 297: Chapter 251: Explosive Start

"Ever since last year, I’ve sometimes felt abnormal myself," Baron Gordon poured himself another glass of wine, a mead that soothed the throat splendidly, tempting one to indulge in a few more glasses.

He was very firm in his attitude toward the Undead.

"How should I put it... You know who I was before, setting up Red Mushroom Village was an accident, but everyone here, including myself, enjoys the life, being able to keep each other warm—this must be my most successful endeavor."

"But I still have to remind you that your actions of not collecting any taxes have already caused a financial deficit in Red Mushroom Village, and..." the huge figure’s clear-cut rhythm broke into Gordon’s storytelling plan: "And you have racked up a significant debt at the Beehive Cottages, and they have emphasized that you should repay it as soon as possible."

"Let’s not talk about such disappointing matters, we are discussing... well, destiny!" the Baron wrapped a very serious word around himself.

"If you can’t repay the debt within a month, the Beehive Cottages will cut off the supply of alcohol and food, and your properties in Raven City will belong to them, that is your destiny."

"What! My properties?" Baron Gordon suddenly stood up straight with force, his large movement almost flipping the table. The strength of his action caused the bottles on the table to sway back and forth, nearly tipping over but steadying by a hair’s breadth.

"Your properties, have you forgotten? It includes several houses and an inn."

"Of course I haven’t forgotten! But that’s not what we are discussing right now, we are talking about..."

"Destiny!" the tall figure picked up where the Baron left off, and added, "But I think that’s just an illusion of yours; you had a dream out of nowhere, in which a being urged you to wait for and welcome God’s Knight. Yet last year nothing happened, no strangers came."

"Yes, last year something was supposed to come, I don’t know why it didn’t," the Baron said, "but this year they have come."

"You could also choose not to follow God’s guidance."

"It’s difficult," the Baron shook his head, "I don’t know why, but after seeing them, I can’t help feeling joyful. I want to take care of them and help them without asking for anything in return. I feel like a strange thing is taking root in my mind, attempting to take over my spirit, to think for me, and in the end, to make me into a puppet."

The absence of a response made Baron Gordon uncomfortable, he looked up and asked, "Why aren’t you speaking?"

"I’m thinking. If you apply your experiences to those Bloodline Nobles, it’s a common occurrence for them—when they awaken the power of their bloodlines and true names, they also become insane, completely losing themselves," the voice paused suddenly. "But you are not a Noble, are you?"

"My father was a pig farmer, I remember most clearly my mother getting up early every day to cut grass and feed the pigs. I watched the pigs run every day, but funnily enough, I never ate pork in those years."

Baron Gordon nodded, saying, "That’s right, I am not a Noble, and I have no surname."

"So we can rule out that situation. I guess your spirit might have some issues. In Magic research, such occurrences are quite common; many Mentors lose themselves after immersing in their studies for a period of time, becoming someone else."

Baron Gordon didn’t agree with this view: "I can’t perform Magic, and I’ve never thought of studying it."

"Then it’s something similar," the voice continued, then added uncertainly, "I guess."

"Is this how the Sky Star Magic School teaches you?"

But the voice said, "We should follow our instincts, that’s the answer. Yes, that’s what I learned at Sky Star Magic School. Perhaps you forgot, I majored in history and astronomy. Astronomy requires a high intuition for the unknown and for predicting the future."

Baron Gordon stopped speaking.

The room fell silent as well.

After pondering for a long while, he finally said, "Then lock up all the Undead, to ensure they won’t die."

The Undead in Red Mushroom Village, who were waiting for the ’novice scenario,’ never imagined that the Baron’s arrival would indeed bring them a new arrangement.

There were neither impassioned speeches nor any commands; they maintained their bound postures, then had their mouths gagged and bodies secured to ensure even suicide was difficult.

"Mmm mmm!!" The Undead struggled violently.

They couldn’t struggle, nor could they commit suicide to escape.

It was a veritable explosive start.

...

...

Lind was very busy, the emergence of a large number of Undead livened up the apocalyptic lands.

This was just the internal test; if it were to wait until the day of the public test, the Undead would surely outnumber the living people in the entire Rand Kingdom.

NPCs were a vulnerable group.

Undead with equipment weren’t one hundred percent under control; some who accepted missions indeed went to level up and enhance themselves, but there were still some who went to find their friends.

Lind was powerless in the face of this situation; he had no means to constrain the Undead. Even if he were to capture them, they could choose to delete their accounts and start over.

But sometimes it wasn’t all bad news.

Some of the Undead who left Emerald Hill actually brought back more Undead.

Some went to their friends, and naturally, some friends came to them; Lind’s great benefits attracted many Undead, including even some of the older Undead.

When the brothers of Dark Flame arrived at Emerald Hill, they saw a large number of Undead.

"Have you seen Undead before?" Lind’s attention returned to the "Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame", which became restless again with the appearance of the Undead.

It seemed to believe it had found new potential collaborators.

"Heard of them."

Lind couldn’t tell the brothers of Dark Flame apart; in any case, they were "brothers"—they were two in one, intertwined, entangled shadows of each other.

Their twin-like rhythm of chatting sometimes made one wonder if they were sharing the same brain.

"For instance?" Lind’s interest was slightly piqued.

"Beehive Cottages," the brothers of Dark Flame said, "also Aivenho, Newmoon Town, where they appeared in large numbers. Their peculiar trait of being unkillable caused quite a panic; some mistook them for some new type of mutant or a new Calamity."

"Their existence is indeed frightening," Lind nodded.

The brothers of Dark Flame stopped; they didn’t know much, as initially only a small number of Undead had appeared, and then after only a few months, they hurriedly vanished.

Unlike now, there were already a couple hundred outside, and more kept coming toward this area, their numbers ever-increasing.

"Now, your job is to guide them," Lind said. "I’ve already arranged for the Great Knights from Mountain Demon Castle; you are in charge of guarding and then guiding them."

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