The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 324 - 278 Vineyard

Chapter 324: Chapter 278 Vineyard

At that moment, the old Hunter Charles was crouched at the third-floor windowsill of a building.

With his left hand, he clutched a hanging rope, his body forming a triangle with the wall.

The rope was tied between his waist and the window to prevent him from falling from a high place, while his right hand held a crossbow, targeting and firing at the enthusiastic villagers below.

Trigger pulled, the bowstring vibrated, and a streak of light dashed through the air. In the next instant, the enthusiastic villager was penetrated through the head by an arrow, his body falling heavily backward to the ground. The force of the arrow was somewhat extraordinary, nailing the villager firmly to the floor tiles.

I Have an Early Eight was burning with envy.

He too wanted to get his hands on a similar weapon. After interacting with those enthusiastic villagers, he realized how extremely important it was to keep a distance between them.

As the shooting ended, the old Hunter Charles descended from the window not so gracefully. His level must not be high, and his strength was not as formidable as imagined.

The act of climbing down the rope from above was awkward and included a couple of accidental bumps against the wall, a very rare sight in the Magic World.

But at this moment, the old hunter undoubtedly became the most powerful NPC in the heart of the Undead for the current phase. Whoever could protect him at his side was the strongest.

"You’re still alive?" the old Hunter Charles recognized him instantly, evidently possessing some method to differentiate outsiders from the enthusiastic villagers.

"I told you, I am Undead." I Have an Early Eight found it hard to believe that an NPC would question why a player kept reviving. Shouldn’t you be used to this by now?

He swiftly got into the groove and asked, "What exactly happened to the villagers here? Why is there such a big difference between day and night?"

"I’m looking into it." The old hunter clearly knew something, but he was not willing to disclose it.

Getting used to the cryptic speaking style of NPCs was almost a required skill for every player, because often, if everything were explained, there would be no need to continue playing the game.

"Is there any safe place here?" He thought of Edwin, the poor, ugly fellow.

"The Hunter’s Society," said the old Hunter, looking at him. "If you want a safe place to spend the night, you can go there. It’s quiet enough, and the area has already been cleared by me and my companions. It’s located to the east of Fox Hole... Oh, over there, that clock tower. There’s a fox chapel, and we’ve set up a temporary shelter there."

"Can I bring someone with me?" he asked.

"Only the normal ones can go, but it doesn’t matter if there are some abnormal ones." The old Hunter chuckled, patting his crossbow with a confident expression.

The crossbow would handle all the abnormal ones, leaving only the normal ones behind.

They parted ways once more. For old Hunter Charles, it was the crucial night to investigate the secrets of this place, and it was not suitable to have the clumsy Undead at his side.

I Have an Early Eight did not take the initiative to ask to follow him. We Undead have our pride too. Moreover, he now knew about the Hunter’s Society’s temporary shelter at Fox Hole and what he should do next was to take Edwin there.

The route wasn’t smooth. After trying to circumvent the enthusiastic villagers a few times, he got lost again.

The night wind stirred up dust carrying a tempting grape scent, revitalizing him. The sour grapes he had always wanted to try were obviously nearby.

It was a high wall, about as tall as four adults. A grapevine cascaded down from the top.

The vine bore grapes as beautiful as Black Gemstones.

Under the murky moonlight, they radiated an intoxicating aura.

I Have an Early Eight reached to pick them, but suddenly a voice came from within the high wall: "Are you a stranger?"

The voice was somewhat muffled.

"Yes, I’m a stranger." I Have an Early Eight paused in his action. Since he had been noticed, it wouldn’t be right to proceed.

"These are the grapes I planted." His voice was weak, sounding as if he had just finished intense physical labor, mostly breathing heavily; "If you want to take them, please help me with a favor."

"What kind of help?" He was surprised by the frequency of tasks in this village, having already encountered the second one without traveling far.

The voice sounded very strained, accompanied by the movement of a throat while speaking: "I want aphids, bring me at least fifty, the more the better."

"Aphids?"

He had encountered an aphid removal worker before, but had never found any aphids.

"Where do I catch aphids?" he asked.

"You can hardly see any aphids in the grapevine garden, those removal workers are very thorough. However, you can check their homes, sometimes they like to breed some."

"Breed aphids?" I Have an Early Eight seemed to have heard something quite alarming.

The voice replied: "There are always some."

"Alright, where are they located? I’m not familiar with this area, and if you don’t tell me where to look, I can only say that I’m not particularly interested in grapes."

I Have an Early Eight was quick to react, sensing that the other party was in need of him and seizing the opportunity to raise his price.

As expected, the voice spoke again, "Follow this road up, and you will see the grapevine garden planters patrolling nearby, trying to catch people who wander at night. If you can evade their pursuit and trail them, you will find their homes."

"They will definitely go home? Not back to the grapevine garden?"

"If they don’t catch anyone, they will surely go home. They have to clock out as well."

The voice from across the wall caught I Have an Early Eight off guard, thinking, what, even Red-Name Monsters have to clock out! Indeed, this is Magic World, completely unscientific.

So, he set off once again on his quest.

Carrying two tasks bolstered his compulsion to complete missions further.

After spending a lot of time, he finally found an aphid removal worker. This time, he didn’t pounce to kill but followed cautiously from a distance.

He was not discovered the whole way, although many joked that true infiltration success meant killing all the adults who saw you, in reality, everyone was just fed up with the forced lengthening of the game’s puzzle-solving and trailing sections, not that they didn’t know how to play.

He followed the aphid removal worker across two alleys and saw them settle down.

This should be their living quarters.

The place looked like a dormitory building, different from ordinary houses that are completely hidden behind thick doors, these grapevine garden planters lived in small houses with very narrow entrances.

About two or three minutes after the other person went in, I Have an Early Eight moved quietly, finding only one completely wooden staircase that led upstairs, with burning torches inserted into the wall beside it.

Climbing the narrow stairway, he reached the second floor after roughly two turns.

The fire on the second floor was bright, the flames leaping in the coal fire basin, casting a blinding orange-red light that made the Undead squint involuntarily.

Thud, thud, thud—footsteps approached rapidly.

He almost instinctively lifted his Bonecrusher knife, overturning the other person with the momentum of his greater weight at the moment of impact, then leaping up with his hands gripping the Bonecrusher and chopping down heavily.

Thud, thud, several sounds of bones being chopped ensued.

The Undead holding the Bonecrusher and dismembering the planter on the second floor cast a complete silhouette onto the window, with blood splattering like a scene from a serial killer’s slaughter.

To prevent resurrection, he administered two more cuts.

Now it could be confirmed, it truly was a horrifying scene!

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