The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 389 - 329: Armand Manor_3

Chapter 389: Chapter 329: Armand Manor_3

"I’ll get you a cushion next time," Lind said to Lania.

"What?" Lania asked, puzzled.

But Lind had already waved his hand and was striding forward.

"My lord!" "My lord!"

Peel and Pim hastened to his side upon seeing Lind.

"My lord, Miss Tione is waiting for you!" Peel winked at Lind.

Lind gave him a sidelong glance, but Peel just chuckled, his smile one that all men would understand.

He did not wish to have too much contact with Tione.

Because it was dangerous.

Neither party had any superfluous emotions to speak of.

There was a Dragonization Tree in the front courtyard of the Royal Palace, which might have originally been a camphor or something else, but those afflicted with the dragon transformation disease must have been terribly itchy at first; they would scratch the itch and then find the cursed areas oozing a mucus that gradually mutated their limbs.

Then they would find a place to rub and scratch.

Lind had the dragon transformation disease too, so he understood the origins of those dragon-like appearances.

The more it was rubbed against, the more the tree changed into its current form, covered in thick, white, keratinous scales, resembling bones but also like winding horns, growing in twisted shapes.

Tione was sitting on a bench under the tree, a "ring" hovering behind her head.

Having changed out of her nun’s robe, she looked like a simple noble lady, yet the impression of "nun" Lind had of her had not changed; it had simply shifted from a belief in God to a belief in something purer.

Lind gazed at the "ring" behind Tione’s head, its astonishing fragments of significance.

Tione appeared pure and elegant like a water lily, causing one’s mood to uncontrollably calm at the sight of her.

"Tione."

The inevitable had to be faced, so he walked toward her, while Peel and Pim consciously shifted their gazes elsewhere, very aware of staying in place.

Making jokes was one thing, but no one who truly dared to take the Duke lightly could expect to have an easy life.

Farm work, mining, managing captives, or even just acting as the steward of launderers—there were plenty of jobs to make them behave.

Upon hearing his voice, Tione looked up, then regarded Lind with a look of disgust one might see on someone surveying trash.

"Hmm?" Lind wondered.

What was wrong with her?

"You..."

"You don’t like it?" Tione’s expression returned to normal.

"Who told you I would like that?" Lind already had his answer.

"The Undead."

As expected, entrusting Tione to the Undead had been a mistake; he had only considered Tione’s combat prowess which made her not fear the Undead, but he had forgotten that those guys’ "cultural output" could be even more rogue than their fighting strength.

"What else have they taught you?"

"A lot," Tione moved in front of Lind. She was tall, taller than most normal men, but she still appeared petite in Lind’s presence.

She rested her head against Lind’s chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Peel and Pim, who were "pretending to admire the scenery," twitched when they saw the two embrace suddenly, then immediately whistled and looked elsewhere.

Could their Lord also indulge in pure romance? That didn’t fit; he wasn’t that kind of person.

Tione looked up in confusion, her gaze meeting Lind’s downward gaze, "Your heart isn’t racing?"

"Stop learning from the Undead," Lind sighed.

Tione now felt to him like a certain kind of "Observer," someone whose feelings and cognizance were entirely independent of humanity. She was interested in these matters and learning to mimic them.

But Tione wouldn’t do this with anyone else because she instinctively felt that those written-down ethical doctrines were compulsory, thus her fiancé became the only one who could satisfy her curiosity without breaking those doctrines.

Lind pushed Tione away with one hand on her shoulder, and without any coquettish resistance, she stepped back. Once assured that the embrace did not evoke any special feelings, she resumed her normal, emotionless state.

Maintaining expressions and mimicking such actions were too tiring and bothersome for Tione; she still preferred the silence.

He headed to the military camp to meet with his soldiers, who cheered for Lind’s arrival and expressed their respect to Tione who followed beside him.

"This is the Duchess herself."

"Sir, when will you get married?" someone asked boldly.

Married, to a fragment of the Ring of Magic?

You must be joking.

However, Lind also knew that soldiers who’d been through a great battle and partings of life and death wanted to hear some "good news," vibrant and explosive tidings to soothe their hearts.

"Soon!" Lind pointed at that soldier, "You’ll be in charge of warding off drinks for me at the wedding!"

"Oh!" the soldier smiled, "I’m really good at drinking, Sir, hahaha."

"Is that so? I’ll invite everyone!"

"I’ll drink to your honor!" A soldier began to holler.

"Me too!"

"Same here!"

The soldier’s smile became wry, "Then please burn my drunken corpse after the wedding."

The scene was lively, the atmosphere visibly easing and relaxing; they were indeed strung tight, for they didn’t have Lind’s confidence—he never doubted that he could defeat Dragon King Kote.

Even if he couldn’t beat him, he could run; the difficulty laid in rising again, and undead would eventually grow and surely defeat every enemy on their path forward.

But these soldiers were different, they felt unreal being Great Knights, in the days before doomsday, a Great Knight was a war machine capable of deciding the outcome of small battles single-handedly, a heroic figure.

They were apprehensive and bewildered, and because of this, they would be even more loyal to Lind, for they needed to follow someone with a clear goal into the unknown future.

An undead passing by heard the commotion.

The wedding of Lind and Tione?

It sounded interesting, but the problem was... Tione was still "red-named," she always looked ready to draw her sword and plant mushrooms, how could they believe it?

Could there be a plot twist?

Though Tione was Lind’s fiancée, she was also one of the many "wives" of the vast undead.

"Attending my cyber wife’s wedding" would certainly be interesting.

Leaving the military camp.

Tione quickened her pace to catch up to Lind, not understanding why he walked so fast; after looking down and observing his steps and stride for a while, she asked, "Our wedding? When?"

"Anytime is fine, but," Lind looked seriously at Tione, "before that, you should understand what love is."

Lind chuckled inwardly, he was asking an emotionally detached fragment to figure out what love was.

To easily calm her down, and then slowly delve into matters concerning the fragment.

"What is love?" Tione asked straightforwardly.

"One cannot marry without love."

However, Lind’s heart retorted: There wasn’t love between them before either, but using that reason seemed good.

When he stopped, he had arrived at the Armand Manor.

It was guarded by soldiers, and placards planted read [Unlocked Instance].

Anyway, Lind was still the sole heir of the Armand Family, a possessor of all Lind Armand’s memories and emotions.

He did not want his family to be slaughtered by the undead as if they were bosses.

"Has anyone gone in?" Lind asked.

"Not a soul!" Leith shook his head; he was in charge of the troops guarding the place, ensuring no one could enter casually.

Lind nodded, pushed the gate, and walked in.

The manor’s big iron gate slowly opened with a gentle push from his hand.

He was home.

Although seeing his relatives again might be a bit painful.