The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 370 - 314: Deathly Silence Ball

Chapter 370: Chapter 314: Deathly Silence Ball

The sky roiled with thunder, marking the fifth storm they had encountered since the beginning of the campaign. The oppressive thunderclouds overhead made everyone anxious, as they could feel the dark clouds almost within reach and the lightning tendrils reaching out from the cloud layer.

A flash of lightning exploded, and after a long delay, the thunder rumbled in.

Lind sat inside his tent; the supplies he prepared in advance ensured that the war could be sustained for over half a year, and the transport of food and fodder from the rear would continue.

The bombs that breached the walls of Royal City cost Lind an astronomical sum, emptying nearly an entire year’s savings, but the army was able to invade Royal City before the weather worsened.

Since the battle unfolded, various frictions had been ceaseless.

Marcus and others had already invaded the walls in front of Royal City and seized a piece of land, quickly constructing defensive fortifications.

The Undead infiltrated the interior for intelligence gathering, which proved to be a big help.

Although Lind wasn’t at the front lines, he had a lot of intelligence to deal with recently.

Every inch of the vast Royal City had places worth exploring, and the Undead, in their overzealous exploration, could easily provoke something.

And in Royal City Goliath, the region with the most nobles...

If those with Noble Blood and Transcendent powers turned into "BOSSes," then the number of Old Nobility BOSSes within Goliath would be close to a hundred!

The dreadful thunder outside the tent reminded him that the real troubles of the campaign had yet to arrive.

The torrential rain shook the tent madly, and the Riven Soldiers responsible for staying at the rear were already in a panic, doing their utmost to protect the supplies and avoid the camp being destroyed by the heavy downpour.

Thunder hammered the heart like a great weight, its blinding light sneaking through the gaps of the tent for an instant, overpowering the candlelight, then vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

Lind never believed in anything dramatic; in his view, everything was traceable. It was simply the lack of information and data that made the unfolding of events always seem full of drama.

Just as the Undead marveled, they had been away for merely a day, yet the world had quietly moved on for more than a year.

In their eyes, the story sped up, but to Lind, it was as it should be.

However, the incessant thunderstorms of recent days seemed to be challenging his judgment, the oppressive atmosphere left him feeling that something was waiting for him.

Just like the Undead said, listening to this BGM, even a fool knows it’s time to fight the BOSS...

Of late, Doris seemed obsessed with crafting Lind into an emotionally perfect saint. While Lind thought she would please him better by just wearing a pair of stockings, Miss Chronicler took such jokes as another form of rebuke and became even more earnest in her off-duty efforts to supplement the love story between Lind and Tione.

The Crystal Mage and Wen Ruien stayed with Lind in the tent, even though Wen had sought out Lind several times, hoping to join the fight actively.

In her eyes, if she were to join the war, the odds of victory would increase by 100%, but if she did not, the odds would not improve at all.

100% VS 0%. A very simple way of thinking.

Lind forbade her action, the role of a General is to oversee the whole situation. Charging on horseback at the front lines before the battle situation becomes clear would be laughable.

In the past, he had no choice, now he must use more rational means.

The squad had its own combat thinking, and before the battle escalated to BOSSes appearing en masse, it was best for our high-level combat power to remain stationary, so as not to prematurely draw out something.

Most of our deaths were Undead, but every Soldier that died on the enemy’s side could not be resurrected, so Lind did not mind the war dragging on a bit longer, the longer it lasted the better for him.

The death of the Undead is not included in the cost.

The Crystal Mage always maintained that attitude; he was more concerned with the Great Rift, finding human conflict to be utterly meaningless.

Nevertheless, he hoped that Lind would win, as the dragon-sickness soldiers on the other side didn’t seem like they could be communicated with.

The chaotic footsteps tangled with the rhythm of heavy rain pounding on the tent’s tarpaulin, and a Riven Soldier, armor soaked and dripping from the chin, rushed to Lind’s presence.

After the logistical work was gradually delegated to them, Wen chose some trustworthy soldiers to undertake the NPC’s duties.

"My lord, this is the information delivered by the resurrected Undead," the Soldier said, regarding Lind with reverence.

The Undead infiltrated the Royal City to gather intelligence by dying and then brought out information about different areas, and this blatant exploitation was met with cheers from the Undead, who were in awe of their Lord’s manipulation of human hearts.

The tasks were nothing fancy, and the rewards were even less than in Raven City, but they couldn’t understand why the Undead were so elated.

Even when they asked directly, the Undead simply said, "Just taking on a task while bossing around," as if it was the most natural thing, making it all the more perplexing.

This misunderstanding bolstered the notion of Lind’s "insight into the human heart."

The work of integrating intelligence was taken over by Miss Chronicler, who would have earned Lind’s praise for perfectly completing her task, had she not turned the site into a story compilation.

She had an exceptional grasp of the layout of the Royal City’s map, especially the Noble Courtyards and various secret locations, despite having never seen them herself – her grandmother had once "accidentally misplaced" some notes, which gave her the chance to see those thrilling secrets.

Doris integrated intelligence and then arranged for a Painter to quickly mark the information obtained by the Undead on the map.

For this, a large number of hands were needed to "update" it.

Lind took the documents, wrapped in a thick layer of waterproof material and even covered by a shield on top, which left the paper feeling very dry to the touch.

"Butterfly Orchid Manor?" Lind flipped through the intelligence documents, his expression showing slight fascination.

The Lady Marquess ’Lady Butterfly Orchid’ Seberia Druids, a woman of lofty status, was a well-known Female Knight far and wide.

Of course, she had no understanding of warfare.

Nobles mounted horses to conquer the world, while the Lady Marquess rode Knights and relied on them to conquer the world for her, dearly loving to host balls, with networking as their primary aim.

She was the mother of Miss Morning Glory.

Although Lind belonged to the Nobility, their circles were entirely different.

Lind had always been within the core power circles, interacting with Nobles with real authority like Cote, Lania, and Baron Ronan.

On the other hand, the Lady Marquess’s circle consisted of "Nobles" who merely had Noble Blood circulating within them – in short, good-for-nothing wastrels born into fortune, indulging in pleasures and daily gatherings.

Looking at the intelligence in his hands, Lind was sure that the Lady Marquess and her Morning Glory daughter hadn’t escaped the calamity, for the Noble Curse was crushing to those with weak wills, capable of twisting them in an instant.

He was a man with a strong sense of the past.

Rather than letting them wallow in decadence, it was better to let them die, in the right way.

Soon, a new task was posted.

[Deathly Soiree: The Lady Marquess ’Lady Butterfly Orchid’ Seberia Druids adored hosting balls, inviting many Nobles to attend. This will be a bloodstained ball.]