The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 357 - 302: The Undead’s ’Money Farming’ Strategy

Chapter 357: Chapter 302: The Undead’s ’Money Farming’ Strategy

Their bloody red names highlighted above their heads resembled moving red pillars in the darkness; anyone still trusting them was a complete fool.

"You!" Nie Erxi pointed at a nearby [Fire Gecko Party Spy], saying, "You look strong, help me hold him down!"

"Me, my lord?" the spy hesitated, his eyes darting around.

The intensity of the undead man’s aura was so strong that it left the spy somewhat panicked.

Nie Erxi kicked a farmer in the abdomen, flipping him over, then flung his sword to rest by the spy’s neck: "I think you are also problematic! Come with me!"

Then, turning around to survey the area, he pointed to an ordinary vendor without a red name and another [Black Island Spy], "You two, come over here and help me hold them down!"

The two called out obediently walked over.

Nie Erxi, sword in hand, watched with his own eyes as spies held down other spies, making the scene rather amusing.

He swaggered away with his group, and after a brief moment of chaos, the street noise returned to its previous hustle and bustle, but the focus of conversation undoubtedly shifted to the "arrests" and the "Golden Throne."

"There’s no problem, right?" a few Black Island Spies disguised as dried fish vendors gathered to discuss quietly.

"It should be fine, just helping to escort."

Yet, there were spies who didn’t understand: "Depends on the situation, but it should be fine. How did he figure out that the farmer was problematic?"

They all considered the visibly flustered [Fire Gecko Party Spy] suspicious but couldn’t understand what was wrong with the farmer. It is true that there is a slum area in the Red Fortress, and reaching here from there could take about a month.

The only thing that seemed off was the farmer’s panicked admission of picking sour fruits from the Swamp Mud fields, a statement that outright confirmed his lie.

"That’s no ordinary Riven Soldier," one Black Island Spy said, "That must be an undead man."

Stories about the undead were increasingly heard, how they fought valiantly on battlefields yet never died, certainly leaving a memorable impression.

"I also found out some news that Lind Armand’s domain has a special set of rules for the undead, exploiting their immortality to make them work for him."

"An undead, that makes sense." Black Island Spies nodded in agreement.

Defining the group of the undead was challenging, but their only common trait was their fearlessness of death, and precisely because of this, they were entirely profit-driven.

"It must be because he accepted some ’task.’"

Combining the clues and following the logic of the undead, the spies roughly guessed the true intention behind Nie Erxi’s actions... The undead wanted to find a scapegoat to claim a bounty.

Of course, all these speculations rested on the premise that the people they sent to help could return safely.

The discussing spies didn’t notice a crow perched just above them on the roof, quietly absorbing all this information into its ears.

Then, the crow watched Nie Erxi leave, unfolded its wings, and followed him.

...

"Mission handoff!"

Nie Erxi arrived at the mission submission point.

The NPC in charge of the reception was an old comrade from the Riven Soldiers.

Today, the Riven Soldier had his eyes opened wide, caught up in the bustle.

"Nie Erxi, you caught the spies so quickly?" the Riven Soldier asked cheerfully, as the two often patrolled together and shared a good relationship.

Sometimes, he even gave Nie Erxi a genuine human-like feeling.

"Just luck."

"All four of them?" Another soldier approached.

"My lord, I’m not one of them!" the vendor who was called to help with the escort quickly shouted.

"Rest assured, we have a very professional interrogation process, if you’re innocent, you won’t be harmed." The Riven Soldier didn’t intend to listen to the vendor’s explanations.

Although everyone was unaware of what transpired among the higher-ups, one thing was certain, as per the Duke’s directive: harsh laws in troubled times.

Maintaining order was paramount.

"He’s not, neither is he!" Nie Erxi immediately intervened, pointing at the [Black Island Spy] and the vendor who had started to cry, "These two were just helping me hold the others; these two are the problematic ones."

"Alright, brother, I’ll follow your lead." The Riven Soldier gestured, ordering the capture of the [Swamp Mud Village Farmer] and the [Fire Gecko Party Spy].

"Thank you very much for your help," Nie Erxi patted the vendor on the shoulder, "Don’t be nervous, haha."

The teary vendor breathed a sigh of relief, his heart having nearly leapt out of his chest.

The [Swamp Mud Village Farmer] also wailed, but unfortunately, no one paid him any heed.

When they saw their own men returning with the undead, the Black Island Spies instinctively relaxed, confirming their earlier guess was correct.

"You guys see a lot of people while selling dried fish here," Nie Erxi moved closer to the spies, whispering, "Help me keep an eye on who might be problematic, I will reward you, and you will be satisfied with the compensation, I assure you!"

"Of course, my lord, we will do it." The spies were reluctant to engage in this job, preferring slowly to gather intelligence on Raven City, but following the recent action, they found it hard to refuse.

If they could glean even a bit of information about the "Golden Throne" from the undead.

Nie Erxi wandered aimlessly at times, often breaking common sense by accusing random people of being problematic, influencing the spies’ judgment.

He might not have been able to pull off much intrigue, but he successfully earned the spies’ trust by playing dumb and by "framing" some innocents.