The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 363 - 307: All These I’ve Earned

Chapter 363: Chapter 307: All These I’ve Earned

The gaze of the Crimson Nun rested upon Lind, the man before her being the most renowned in the country at this present time.

Multiple versions of his story had emerged and continued to circulate for over a year.

It was her first time seeing Lind from such a close distance, with at least ten steps between them, yet she could feel the terrifying heat emanating from his body, as if it could spill scorching lava at any moment.

"Are you from the Blood Clan?" Lind asked, taking the initiative with an inquiring stance.

"Yes."

The Crimson Nun voluntarily explained, "I once served the Blood King, and although I do not like to feast on human blood, I believed it was necessary for my survival, so I never showed mercy when encountering humans."

She was very direct.

Lind nodded, understanding that when one is cornered, many limits can be broken.

He gestured for her to continue.

The Crimson Nun said, "But I later found out that the Blood Clan does not need to drink blood. The tender blood of maidens, the vigorous blood of young men, the wise blood of the elderly—these are all just excuses the Blood Clan uses to satisfy their palates. I tried not to drink blood for a long time and found that my body did not change in the slightest, except for the occasional thirst and craving."

The Crimson Nun continued, "So I chose to flee. The King has been in a deep slumber, and perhaps he doesn’t even know I have left."

Lind did not wish to debate with the Crimson Nun whether the Blood Clan was evil or not; he only knew that he would probably kill those who couldn’t control their urges.

Incidents like the Fox Hole could not happen again.

Even now, a group of rescued people were mentally unstable, mimicking a "drip-drop" sound every day; the Pharmacist said they were imitating the sound of blood being drawn.

"What is the Blood Clan aiming for?"

"Heritage and growth!" The Crimson Nun responded with a rhetorical question, "My lord, isn’t that what every race strives for?"

"Indeed, every race does the same, be it ants, bees, lions, or the Blood Clan," Lind nodded, knowing that making their species stronger is the instinct of all living beings.

"But you know that’s not what I mean. The Blood Clan craves Noble Blood, and it surely is not just to satisfy their cravings," he said, watching the Crimson Nun’s facial expressions closely.

"The bodies of nobles can awaken even more ancient and powerful Kings," responded the Crimson Nun obediently.

"Any noble’s body?"

"No, of course not; it must be sufficiently strong to facilitate the King’s arrival, strong enough... like you," she said, looking at Lind.

Even though she no longer served the bloodthirsty monarch, the thought of a strong body like Lind’s being used to herald the arrival of the Blood King was still a terrifying prospect in her mind.

With his elbow propped on the table and his chin in his hand, Lind pondered, "So, the current Blood King must also be someone I might know or have heard of?"

The old Hunter Charles had said that the Blood Clan of the Rand Kingdom came from the Black Marsh Kingdom, and even there, those of the Blood Clan did not dare to act too wildly.

One of the Blood Clan came from the Fox Hole during the outbreak of the bloodthirsty plague, and it was probably soon after that period that the fleeing Blood Clan found a strong noble’s body and then awakened the so-called Blood King.

"Yes, you certainly do," the Crimson Nun nodded.

"Redwald Hedwin!" She finished and watched Lind intently, trying to read any change in his expression.

"An unexpected name."

In a land famous for producing Knights, the Rand Kingdom’s Prince Cote and Princess Lania were immensely talented, but there had always been controversy over their succession to the throne, the key reason being that neither possessed Transcendent powers.

The Kingdom’s hero, ’Big Beard’ Hull, was a Great Knight.

The former King Redwald Hedwin, was also a Great Knight.

It would be better not to let Lania know of the old King’s resurrection; he was a considerate person, and notifying someone that he had killed their father was not something he could easily do.

Of course, if Lania insisted on asking, he would definitely give her a straightforward answer.

"You’ve quit your blood addiction?"

"Yes."

Lind raised his hand and sliced his own palm open.

The rich, bloody scent from the Hero Rank dispersed, causing the once smiling and composed Crimson Nun’s face to suddenly change.

Enticing, sweet bloodiness.

"Want to try?" Lind held a cup to catch his blood.

The thick, fresh red blood swayed with the motion of his wrist, clinging to the sides of the cup.

"You must be joking."

"Of course, I’m not joking." Lind said, holding the cup out with one hand.

The Crimson Nun hesitated, stepping forward. Her eyes revealed a slight craving for the blood, but it wasn’t strong.

"It seems you are telling the truth."

Lind nodded gently, he could see the Crimson Nun’s desire for blood. Bloodsucking must be addictive, but the fact that she managed to overcome it indicated that the problem wouldn’t be too severe, provided one had strong willpower.

"How do you kill a member of the Blood Clan?" Lind asked.

The Crimson Nun’s gaze shifted from the thick, steaming blood in the cup. She restrained herself to prevent her throat from trembling and swallowing saliva for the third time, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn’t help herself.

"Flames."

...

She didn’t rest or sleep all night, working non-stop.

In Lena’s hands was a thick stack of Military Merits.

This was what she had earned by assisting Raven City with catching thieves, issuing warrants, repairing roads, and even helping with transcribing texts. She did not stop for a moment, working furiously.

By taking on various tasks, Lena roughly understood the principles behind controlling the undead.

Ultimately, everything led to the Military Merits in her hands, and what they could purchase was key!

There were still too many secrets uninvestigated, so Lena decided to temporarily work for Lind, at least until the job was done.

Meanwhile, in the distance, an undead being happened to catch sight of [Crimson Lady Lena]’s red name. Just as it was about to rush over and kill the intruder, it noticed the red name had disappeared.

The baffled undead scratched its head halfway to her, staring blankly at the crowded surroundings, left in utter confusion.

The sun appeared above the horizon.

The Rand Legion Soldiers, ready for action, were adorned with the sunrise’s sun, their armor gleaming with golden light.

Approaching the Rand Legion as an ordinary person would lead to expulsion, but there were no such restrictions for the undead.

Conveniently, the recent opening of the [Golden Throne] attracted undead from all directions due to its intrigue, and Lind would certainly have to ease the requirements and restrictions to let the undead freely come and go.

And this provided an opportunity for Lena, who had disguised herself as an undead.

She didn’t have an undead identification, but her clothing style closely resembled that of the undead. The Land Soldiers who couldn’t tell the difference would let her through, and she even had a thick stack of Military Merits.

A large number of undead gathered outside the newly established Military Merit exchange store at the periphery.

Lena noticed many were looking at her, so she took out her thick stack of Military Merits and waved it, immediately causing the surreptitiously peering undead to widen their eyes.

She tilted up her chin proudly, Poor undead fools, all these I have earned myself.

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