The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 358 - 302: The Undead’s "Money-Making" Strategy_2

Chapter 358: Chapter 302: The Undead’s "Money-Making" Strategy_2

Until another operation.

"These people are suspicious, come and help!"

More than twenty secret operatives, trusting the legend of Nie Erxi, conscientiously gathered to lend a hand.

The operatives from different factions didn’t all know each other, but when their gazes met, their intentions were clear: first stroll with this Undead, at least they had obtained a lot of useful information from its mouth.

A grand procession of forty people approached, attracting the attention of the Riven Soldiers.

The operatives were very calm about this; some of them had followed the legend of Nie Erxi many times and it was generally similar steps each time.

"So many?" a Riven Soldier asked in surprise.

"Brother, this is not an easy job," the legend of Nie Erxi pointed behind him, "I put in a lot of effort to bring them here, you know. To avoid startling the enemy, I made myself look like a fool."

"Hahaha, maybe not just look like one."

The legend of Nie Erxi swung a fist into the Soldier’s chest, laughing along, "Alright, grab all those who aren’t tied up. They are actually... "

"Oh?" the Riven Soldier raised an eyebrow, returning a punch, "You are quite something!"

"Haha!" The legend of Nie Erxi laughed with considerable pride; he had put a lot of thought into capturing them all at once.

If they started by capturing secret operatives on a large scale, it would easily alarm the others.

A normal operative noticing suddenly strict patrols would definitely flee, and it wouldn’t be easy to find someone who had slipped into the vastness of Raven City.

But by helping the operatives obtain genuine identities from the beginning, these people would not only not run, but they would go from cautious to habitual and gradually become proactive.

Just like now.

The operatives stood, looking bewildered, as the "operative" in front of them who had been crying and wailing was released, but those who had enthusiastically come to help were shackled.

"Sir, there’s been a mistake!"

"No no no, you are an operative from Black Island, you’re from the Fire Lizard Party, you have connections to Black Stone Hall..." Nie Erxi pointed them out one by one, "I recognized you all long ago, don’t ask me how I know, it’s top secret, I wouldn’t even tell the Queen!"

For Raven City, the captured operatives could only be considered a drop in the bucket, but Nie Erxi was not the only one who could claim the reward for their capture.

Nie Erxi, joyful after swiping a large sum of money, turned and entered the Hunter shop, taking out his Hunter’s Society badge, and began his happy shopping spree.

More and more Undead also discovered the ostensibly "difficult" tasks of capturing operatives.

It wasn’t hard at all, just catch anyone from opposing factions displaying enemy colors, it was like handing out money.

...

Lind’s initial plan was to use tomorrow as the last day of rest in Raven City, and after the Cavalry checked the horseshoes, they would set off to continue the march.

Of course, it was also because Miss Isa would present the first results of the "regaining sanity" experiment tomorrow.

Esha, Wen Ruien, and the Crystal Mage had all provided Lind with a wealth of knowledge, but unfortunately, this knowledge couldn’t be utilized.

Esha could restore sanity, but the process involved large risks, and it was difficult to pass on the knowledge to Lind.

As one of the "Knights of the Apocalypse pathway Undead Knight," Wen, when she heard Lind wanted her Magic Potion formula, did not hesitate at all to help.

However, being an "Angel" from Permafrost Land, her power sourced from faith and prayer even before the Ring of Magic broke, and she was already at Epic level.

The potion formula had no prerequisite pathway, so to use it one would have to embark on a different pathway and then "change profession."

The knowledge from the Crystal Mage contained a lot regarding the war with the Abyss, which was quite helpful to Wizards but practically useless to a Knight.

"Sir, the commotion caused by the Undead is too great."

Gordon, whom Lind had temporarily left in charge of the ground work in Raven City, still couldn’t resist coming to report.

"What’s wrong?" Lind put down the book in his hands and raised his hand to rub his temples.

"They are endlessly catching people in Raven City!" Gordon said anxiously, "They’ve already caught more than forty people, we can’t let them continue."

"Who are they catching?" Lind’s attitude toward the lower NPCs was to empower them; he couldn’t possibly come up with all the tasks alone. As long as he taught out the method of issuing tasks, even if they didn’t understand the reasons behind them, NPCs could mimic it effectively.

It seemed the results were quite good recently.

"Many chaotic elements have poured into Raven City, some operatives trying to gather intelligence," Gordon explained, "but the way those Undead are capturing operatives is incomprehensible."

"How are they capturing them?"

"Standing in the street, taking a glance around, then directly making their move."

"Hmm," Lind nodded lightly.

Then he asked again, "Have you ever caught the wrong person?"

"There are too many people, still under interrogation."

"So, that means no wrong person has been caught so far," Lind passed judgment.

He thought for a while and then said, "Her Majesty the Queen is en route to Raven City, let’s talk after the Queen arrives."

"Sir..."

Lind explained, "There is someone by the Queen’s side who can judge whether what people say is true or false."

Gordon nodded; indeed, such assistance could save some trouble.

After stating his concerns, Gordon, who should have left, remained standing there, as if his feet were nailed to the floor, not moving an inch.

"What is it, is there something else?" Lind, who was preparing to devote himself to his studies, noticed Gordon still rooted to the spot.

"Sir, I still feel that the Undead are too dangerous, we should minimize contact with them," said Gordon, who, after a close call with being controlled, had come to dread the Undead like snakes and scorpions.

Lind closed his book, as rays of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting elongated shadows.

He turned his head toward the window and noticed Wen Riven sitting on the roof outside the window, gazing at Raven City with her knees hugged.

With the shift of power, she was left with only the title of City Lord, although Lind had never expressed a desire to usurp her authority as City Lord.

He dismissed the role of King; why would he covet the position of City Lord?

"They are certainly dangerous, and they are not loyal," he stated.

"Yes!" Gordon nodded.

He agreed with Lind’s assessment. Unloyalties of the Undead was an opinion shared by almost everyone who had interaction with them.

"Isn’t that good? It means they are the same when it comes to that thing that gives you a headache," Lind stood and walked over to the window, his gaze fixed on Wen Riven, who was watching the sunset.

From this angle, Wen Riven looked somewhat like an ornamental gargoyle perched on a corner of the wall.

Gordon suddenly looked up, understanding the implications of Lind’s words, even though it was insane.

"The warriors cultivated by ’God’ can’t even ensure basic loyalty, there’s probably nothing more ironic in the world."

Lind’s insinuation was that he intended to undermine them.

No, he was already undermining them; those Undead were eagerly vying to work for Lind, tirelessly.

"It’s right to be always vigilant against them," said Lind.

The number of people under his command who had formed deep friendships with the Undead increased, and Lind was happy to see this develop; many were even saddened by the death of NPCs they knew.

But there were also those who chose to "farm for favorability," purely exploiting for personal gain.

If someone wrote a long guide for wooing someone and prepared thoroughly, doing all things that pleased the object of affection, there wouldn’t be many who could resist, and while it might be impossible to fall in love in a second, it would certainly add infinite favorability.

Strategy posts on wooing Miss Miko, Miss Brittany, Miss Morena, and other poster girls appeared in many editions, and if they hadn’t been inseparable from their white underpants, Lind wasn’t even sure what these people might do.

Even so, harassment of female NPCs by the Undead, and even male NPCs, happened daily.

Some chose to trust the Undead, but there needed to be those who were always vigilant, and Gordon was an excellent candidate for the latter.

Gordon left, but Wen Riven turned her head and said, "Queen Rania has arrived."

"Is that so?" Lind climbed out the window and plopped down beside her, "Move over!"

Wen Riven silently shifted aside.

They glanced over the city walls and saw a distant golden figure.

The dragon and lion banners fluttered in the wind.

The only person who could make such a journey in the world right now was Rania.

"Is the road to Permafrost Land easy?" Lind suddenly asked.

"It is not easy."

They spoke no more, quietly watching the carriage convoy slowly approaching Raven City in the sunlight.

Time was peaceful, and they both knew all too well that such comfortable days were hard-earned.

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