The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 399 - 339: The Monarch and Thunder

Chapter 399: Chapter 339: The Monarch and Thunder

Raven City’s dungeon was breached, and the news reached Lind’s ears at once.

Lind happened to be near Black Hoof Village, so he set off for Raven City immediately.

Without the grand escort of Flying Dragons, and even unknown to others, the Duke who had just won a battle had left Royal City alone.

The existence of the little market at Black Hoof Village was extremely important.

It was the channel through which Lind and other forces communicated, allowing Lind to control and even extort other village forces.

Did they really think that by purchasing those weapons at a high price, they could defeat him? For every weapon they bought, Lind could earn at least 30-50 times the profit from the price they paid, which was higher than the Undead paid, and to exaggerate a bit, even over a hundred times the profit.

Only those supported by Lind’s own sacrifices, using real silver, could amount to an astronomical figure.

Even with Undead serving him and contributing madly, Lind was still short on money.

Without providing active Undead a channel for trade, the Undead would similarly seek out similar channels.

They had no concept of loyalty, and naturally, no concept of "aiding the enemy" either; selling what they didn’t need, or what they had conveniently stolen, was all in the natural order of things.

So Lind chose to keep the control of these channels in his own hands.

Inside a particularly large room, Lind saw Miss Troll lying on a specially made bed.

"It’s the Blood Clan," the red nun said as she stood up immediately upon seeing Lind.

She knew why Lind had appeared here, just not that he would arrive so quickly.

"What do they want?" Lind asked as he examined Miss Isa’s injuries, finding that they were healing well.

All were injuries that could be healed.

"Noble Blood."

Noble Blood should refer to nobles with bloodline inheritance.

He was certain that those "nobles" who were robbed, who were also village chiefs of Newbie Village, all had commoner origins.

Could it be that even the blood of the nobles who were only nobles in name experienced some change?

Lind’s doubt about the Kingdom’s laws grew stronger; he felt more and more that the law was like a special "anthology of poems," different from the ways of acquiring power from the hands of the gods.

Perhaps he should turn back and study the laws of the Kingdom.

Miss Isa lay in bed, still exuding an elegant aura, a learned Noble young lady.

She recounted her experience, "When I went to the dungeon, I found that the Soldiers outside had been killed. Knowing something must have gone wrong inside, I rushed in and then encountered the Blood Clan, as well as the Undead who had escaped with them."

The chaos-oriented Undead escaping with the Blood Clan was definitely troubling, but the trouble wouldn’t be too severe.

He would post bounties and notices for the capture and extermination of red-name offenders, which many Undead were deeply interested in.

Hunting evil red-name players was also a pleasure of the game.

When he heard her speak of the Blood Clan member who brutally struck her in what they called 85 excruciating spots, Lind’s face was expressionless, but the red nun, who was adept at sensing the human body, felt Lind must be very angry.

The only injuries on Isa that had not yet healed were her broken legs.

In the Magic World, broken legs were not a serious matter, as long as there were no curses or missed timely "healing" and the like, a bottle of Magic Potion would quickly heal them, with perhaps some additional recuperation time needed.

Sometimes, ailments like diarrhea, dysentery, colds, and fevers posed a far greater danger than broken arms or legs.

Isa’s body was rather hefty, and the methods of the Blood Clan were very ingenious, so healing Isa’s broken legs would take more time.

Also considering drug resistance, he hoped that Isa could heal her injuries without any lingering issues.

"Have you managed to heal them?" Lind asked.

Being targeted by the Blood Clan implies that those people must have fully recovered and that they truly have something in their bodies that meets the criteria of "Noble," which Lind found somewhat absurd.

At first, he just wanted to use Lania to create some loopholes for research purposes, never imagining that this would actually bring fortune in disguise and turn those people into Nobles.

Falling into the hands of the Old Nobility, "fortune" might not be their last step; a series of "calamities" might follow.

Lind knew they were the hapless victims of brainwashing, but that was simply his stance toward personnel belonging to "The Officials." The contradiction between the two sides was hard to reconcile; he couldn’t reach the other’s desk to slam his hand down, nor could they easily dictate to him.

"I was merely helping guide them back to the correct path under the guidance of the stars," Isa said.

The ability to restore the Old Nobility to normalcy, even if only those who were mentally deranged rather than physically mutated, was a precious skill.

"Do you still remember what those members of the Blood Clan looked like?" Lind asked, unwilling to just endure everything.

"Yes, my lord, I can draw them," she responded.

Drawing a few members of the Blood Clan didn’t take much time, and Miss Isa had a solid foundation in drawing. Long-term study had endowed Miss Isa with various skills, such as painting, music, sculpting, and so on.

Her large hand held the pen stead, and the brushstrokes were remarkably stable.

Four portraits with not yet dry ink were placed in front of the red nun.

Through the long span of years, the Blood Clan didn’t assimilate new members easily, and the red nun recognized several individuals at a glance.

"Xinta, of the Crimson Nobility, and the others are Tracy, Chaika, and Ailin," the red nun pointed at Tracy, "I wasn’t familiar with her, she only became a member of the Blood Clan shortly before I left."

"It seems we have our work cut out for us."

Lind stood up and said to Miss Isa, "You should rest well."

After he left the room, the red nun quickly followed him out.

"Are you going to take action against the Blood Clan?" she asked, a mix of worry and anticipation in her voice.

"Do you think we shouldn’t?" he replied.

"The Monarch is very powerful, and the entire Bloodlust Castle is under his surveillance. It would be very difficult for you to attack there, even just approaching it would lead to his discovery," the red nun said.

Lind also nodded in agreement; he was aware of the peculiarities of the Blood Clan, who were hard to kill, could transform into various animals, and didn’t merely act on instinct like the dragonized soldiers of the Royal City.

Dealing with such an enemy who could both fight and flee was tough, and bringing an army to bear wouldn’t easily ensure victory since the Blood Clan didn’t have many members yet could fly.

When Lind asked about the powers wielded by the Crimson Monarch, the red nun said, "He may possess the power of Thunder."

She had never seen the Monarch use that kind of power, but Bloodlust Castle was always surrounded by lightning.

"Thunder?"

Lind felt he had found another reason to attack.

Taking advantage of Raven City’s lack of high-end combat power to launch a surprise attack was warranted, as these members of the Blood Clan were more troublesome than he had imagined.

They could transform into various animals and thread through the seams to gather information, making them difficult to defend against.

Moreover, Redwald Hedwin was always an incessant thorn in his side.

If the former King were to "resurrect" now and appear in the Royal City, what would Lania do, and what should he, who had sworn loyalty to Lania, do?

It was a matter of who betrayed whom—did Lania and Lind betray the old King, or did the old King betray the Rand Kingdom?

That face would blur many issues, even the slightest uncertainty or problem was unacceptable.

But if Lind could silently eliminate the individual raising questions, then the problem would no longer exist.

An aged King choosing Lania as the new King on his deathbed and then passing away was the ending the story deserved.

Now, it was no longer so.

Lind was determined to bring the story back on track, to the correct path.

He felt that since meeting Miss Isa, his greatest achievement was learning this phrase.

"The correct..."

Setting things right, returning to the correct path, dying the right way, or awakening the right way.

Before that, he had to go to the City Lord’s study; a disruption had erupted in the Raven City dungeon after a purge, and he needed to deal with the prison-related matters as soon as possible.