The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 360 - 304 Waste Utilization

Chapter 360: Chapter 304 Waste Utilization

Before the force completely erupted into frenzy, Miss Isa stretched out her large hand, effortlessly suppressing Fol.

Despite the sudden doubling of strength giving Fol the potential to burst out in rebellion... The hand, like a cage, still easily controlled his every move.

Fol, like a rag doll, obediently stayed in Miss Isa’s palm.

As a village chief in Newbie Village skilled in close combat, Fol was still no match for Miss Isa, a witch specializing in such battles and strength confrontations.

He was like a chick being caught, utterly powerless to resist, only able to emit non-human, sorrowful cries.

Fol twisted his body, his flesh protruding through his pores like fungi, attempting to slip through the gaps between Miss Isa’s fingers in this manner.

He had completely lost his mind, his eyes filled with red light, but stopping him was simple for Miss Isa, who only needed to cover him with her other hand.

Lania saw this situation for the first time.

The sudden change left her filled with shock and suspicion.

"Lind?" she gripped the longsword in her hand tightly.

Unlike Miss Doris, who subconsciously hid behind Lind, the queen’s first reaction was to hold the sword with both hands, her cheeks reflected by the sword blade in the flickering firelight of the dungeon.

She stood sideways, her left foot tiptoed, ready to attack or counter at any moment.

Even though she faced a "Miss Pang" and stood beside the most powerful general of the Rand Kingdom, she still believed that she should raise her sword in a critical moment rather than scream and wait for protection.

"The truth of the nobility." Lind watched as Fol struggled like a dumpling in Isa’s hand.

He felt sympathy for Fol, but he had no fondness for the brainwashed Fol.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to use the other as an experimental subject.

"I know, but..." What Queen Lania wanted to say was not about this.

Lind said, "Miss Isa, consider changing the research direction. Instead of letting them ’awaken,’ let’s research how to restore sanity to the nobility consumed by madness. There might still be hope to save many of my friends."

The village chiefs of Newbie Village could not be "awakened"; perhaps, as Isa had said, the stars had already determined the outcome. Like Gordon, those who could be saved would eventually be saved, and those who could not be saved would just be wasted.

However, the original small lords of Newbie Village still possessed the qualifications to become "nobility."

"Yes!" Isa nodded in agreement, although she was not very fond of human experimentation, Lind’s new goal was intriguing.

These people, whose wills had been eroded and who had lost themselves, could only be described as living corpses.

If restoring sanity to the mad nobility proved successful, it meant they could help more powerful beings regain their clarity.

Lania had experienced the strength of the Old Nobility early in her travels, and the Old Nobility at many crucial strongholds even forced her to retreat. Now, through research, she might be able to save those people.

If the Old Nobility fought in the apocalypse, the outcome would be entirely different.

Saving the Old Nobility was also a way of saving herself and the world.

Isa was not conservative; acquiring knowledge allowed her insight and understanding to exceed the boundaries of ethics and morals. The schools were never short of elders who had committed massacres in pursuit of knowledge.

She simply restrained herself with rationality.

In terms of waste utilization, she had reached a consensus with Lind.

Since saving the brainwashed NPCs was impossible, they would make use of waste, deciphering methods to restore sanity from these "ennobled" nobles.

As she was about to leave, Isa made a complex hand gesture and said, "The stars will guide you on the correct path."

Lind similarly nodded and responded using the gesture Isa had used, "May the stars guide us."

After leaving the dungeon, both Rania and Doris were not in good shape, witnessing someone’s madness triggered many associations for them.

"Your Majesty, we still have much to do."

Intervening with the Queen to knight a noble, Lind’s actions could definitely be deemed overstepping the boundaries.

Miss Chronicler had noticed this issue, and she believed the Queen had noticed it as well, yet Her Majesty had chosen to accept it.

The curiosity rooted in hereditary lineage made her eager to delve into the nature of the relationship between them.

Love? It seemed unlikely, as she had never heard of any emotional interaction between them, they appeared more like confidants in an apocalyptic era.

But it wasn’t impossible for affection to develop over time.

Well, now the reason why the loss of each generation Chronicler’s notes could cause a huge royal scandal was found...

Ennobling a noble was not as simple as one might imagine.

Lands, titles, and taxation, etc.

Including the obligations they must fulfill, and the rights they could exercise.

Since Fol was to be ennobled, he would be a noble until his death, and Doris would record it as the second noble sworn to loyalty to the Queen.

If it was before the apocalypse, it would be madness to do so. Countless people would become frenzied upon hearing that Rania intended to enoble a small village chief. They might even throw tantrums in the royal hall to beg Rania to rescind her order.

But now it was the apocalypse, those nobles had become dust of history, and Lind was the only noble standing by Rania’s side.

He could easily treat the ennoblement of a noble as an experiment.

Also, within a short time, the news of Fol, the village chief of the Windmill Village, being ennobled into a true noble had transformed into a scroll. Following a Riven cavalry’s hooves, it rushed toward the direction of Windmill Village.

Every step was without issues, and Fol would be a noble until his death.

"Should I not continue to grant them anything?" Rania questioned her own control of power.

It was the first time she truly saw someone go mad over her "reward."

"Land, the name of a noble, it’s a curse to us," Lind replied.

Lind suspected that only the village chief of Newbie Village could become so maddened upon receiving the rewards of the Old Nobility—it might be some sort of "official restriction," like a virus infiltrating a program.

But it was debatable who exactly was the virus between them.

"What about you?" Rania asked.

Lind raised his hand to his chest, smiling.

Recalling when he lifted his shirt to reveal a complex crest, Rania fell silent.

He had been cursed long ago.

She quickened her step towards the front, leaving Lind’s figure behind: "It seems in the short term, you alone will continue to be loyal to me, Duke."

"It is my honor," Lind replied.

Regardless of whether Rania liked it or not, the current situation was such that Lind, who possessed absolute power, held the real authority.

The Queen, like a seal, her role was merely to nod in agreement after Lind made a decision.