The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 361 - 305: The Red-Name Monster, but Accepted the Quest

Chapter 361: Chapter 305: The Red-Name Monster, but Accepted the Quest

Raven City was still bustling at night.

Some were robbed, some were beaten up, and others mugged.

The entirety of Raven City would become frenzied at night, even more so this evening.

With the attitude of the former City Lord Wen Ruien, she would never concern herself with these matters. The power of soldiers should not be wasted on meaningless things; ordinary people who cannot extricate themselves from the mire should just endure everything silently.

Only the strong needed to save the world, to confront the Abyss. Ordinary people who wanted rights must contribute, and although this was a naked law of the jungle, it was precisely with this set of wild rules that Raven City could gradually grow stronger.

Lind also did not wish to waste too much energy and manpower on trivial matters, but they similarly understood what kind of results would ensue from allowing a Main City to fall into decay.

Moreover, there would be people willing to work for him and help him resolve these troubles.

A crow spread its wings and landed beyond the reach of the torchlight.

After the mist gently writhed, a lady with a graceful figure appeared.

She had been quietly observing for an entire day, following the guidance of "blood". She managed to get many key pieces of information from the mouths of both the Undead and the spies. Now, she was ready to do something crazy.

A Riven Soldier patrolled past, torch in his right hand, his left hand always resting on the hilt of his sword. As an ordinary Riven Soldier not being Transcendent, his job was merely to patrol.

Riven Soldiers were like special Alchemical Tools that could bring peace to people. Wherever he appeared, that place would immediately fall quiet, then everyone would hold their breath and watch him until he completely disappeared from their sight.

In the alleyway, a slender and fair arm caught the patrolling soldier’s attention.

To survive better, many young women would choose to sell all that they could.

As long as it wasn’t forbidden, it meant it was permissible.

So many Riven Soldiers, in their free time, would seek out women hoping to earn a bit of money to fill their stomachs, to release themselves. Some were very willing; others not so much, but as long as money and sword were presented together, they would understand which option to choose.

Though the soldier had only seen an arm, he was certain the owner of the arm must have a good figure and definitely wasn’t ugly.

Such a fair arm couldn’t possibly belong to an ordinary woman.

He looked left and right, extinguished his torch, and walked towards the alley.

Bystanders only saw the Riven Soldier being embraced by a pair of slim female arms around the neck at the entrance of the alley, then saw the soldier slowly being led by the arms to walk into the darkness.

They were not surprised by the sight and chose to stay far away.

After a while, a woman wearing the armor of a Riven Soldier walked out holding a torch, and no one cared whether the outfit was odd.

A woman couldn’t become a soldier, but if she were Undead, it would be a completely different matter.

In the dark alley, a shriveled, curled-up corpse was buried in a hole in the ground, disappearing without a sound...

The mission dispatch point was much less crowded.

The vast majority of the Undead had already picked up their missions, and the soldiers of Raven City had a lot more downtime.

The Land Soldiers who had first come to help had already gone back to rest, ready to continue the march.

A fragrant breeze wafted by, invigorating a yawning Riven Soldier, but upon discovering the newcomer was wearing armor of a Riven Soldier, he immediately lost interest.

A woman, wearing armor, could only be Undead.

"Taking up a mission?" the Riven Soldier asked casually.

"Mm," she recalled the process she had seen before and nodded. "Do you have anything more challenging?"

"Why do they all have to be difficult," the Riven Soldier muttered, yet continued to rummage through the scroll.

Seven or eight scrolls were laid out on the table, and the Riven Soldier said, "These are the only ones left."

Seeing her open the scroll to check the tasks, the soldier asked, "What’s your name?"

"Lena," she replied.

"That’s pretty normal," the Riven Soldier remarked, feeling it quite a rarity to hear a normal name among the Undead.

That bunch always chooses peculiar names, though there are normal ones like "Jane," "Peter Parker," "Bruce Wayne," and so on. However, people with such names were generally not quite sane, and when an Undead pronounced their own name, their expression was as punchable as it could get.

Even more bizarre was the "Wow" of amazement that would dutifully come from the Undead listening in.

Lena flipped through the scroll, the so-called "difficult tasks" making her frown involuntarily.

The content of the tasks was not a problem; it involved capturing wanted individuals and so on. But the issue lay in the rewards section.

"Military Merits 50"

What was Military Merits?

"Are there no other tasks?" She had adopted the manner of speech favored by the Undead, which involved disdain and incessant picking—that was the Undead’s style.

"The rewards for the others are too meager; you might not be interested." Despite saying so, the Riven Soldier still took out a few scrolls and placed them on the table.

Lena casually picked up a scroll.

The task was road repair, with monetary and a portion of food rewards offered. In her opinion, these tangible rewards far exceeded the Military Merits offered by the previous high-difficulty task.

"See, I told you you wouldn’t be interested," the Riven Soldier mistakenly interpreted Lena’s expression and said casually, reaching out to take back the scroll in her hands to roll it up again.

Could Military Merits truly be that important?

Lena opted for one of the "wanted" tasks with the highest rewards. If she went against the logic of the Undead and chose another, she would definitely arouse suspicion.

The task involved an Undead named "Kerrigan" who had stolen in Raven City and upon being discovered, had killed two people and was now hiding somewhere in Raven City.

Lena had chosen the wanted task among the many difficult ones because it provided a portrait of the wanted target.

The descriptions of other tasks were too abstract, vague, and many simply provided a name as if Undead were born hounds that could quickly locate their target just with a name.

She accepted the task.

Lena swiftly moved through Raven City. The darkness could not affect her sight, and her ears could pick up sounds that humans couldn’t hear clearly.

She quickly confirmed her target.

Kerrigan!

As a member of the Blood Clan, the graceful and sexy Lena had delicate features. However, after recently encountering the group known as "Undead," she suddenly realized her beauty was seriously challenged.

Every Undead had a beautiful appearance, although there were also exceedingly ugly ones, which she considered just mutants among the Undead, not surprising at all.

The Undead in front of her was an exceptionally iconic woman; she had tied her hair in dreadlocks, quite a few of them, but her speech and walk had nothing feminine about them.

The aura she emitted was not strong.

After confirming the target, Lena decided to act swiftly.

Now, as an "Undead," her task was to hunt and kill Undead for completing her objectives.