The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 400 - 340 Mysterious [?] NPC

Chapter 400: Chapter 340 Mysterious [?] NPC

Lind sat in front of the City Lord’s desk.

He had been feeling relieved that he personally put Lania on the Golden Throne, thinking he would no longer have to deal with the intricate and headache-inducing variety of governmental affairs. He was tired of having to do everything himself, even though many policies required just that.

Yet when interests of the territories marked with his symbol were infringed upon, it was difficult for him to stay out of it.

Fortunately, Miss Isa had not died. She was one of Lind’s most precious treasures at this stage, even surpassing the horn and the holy grail he possessed.

The only individual who held knowledge, irreplaceable.

People always said he was aggressive, but Lind thought he was still too gentle, he should have acted even crazier.

The tip of his pen rapidly glided across the paper as Lind reviewed one after another of the matters reported to him from Raven City.

Raven City, without the control of Riven Soldiers, became increasingly frenzied.

Some people were forming cliques and establishing deeper underground connections to cope with the return of the soldiers in the future.

The stationed Riven Soldiers had discovered these prohibited gangs and gatherings, but they were too few in number to do anything about it, and could only secretly track them.

Others displayed their madness outwardly, harming the interests of others to fill their own, from the old to the young.

Lind’s previous "strict laws in troubled times" had been effective for a while, but now with the reduction of soldiers, it had become chaotic again.

If Wen Riven were here, she would have continued to ignore it or use some inconsequential means to ensure that Raven City could barely function.

In her mind, every life could be used to fight against the Abyssal Great Rift, and in the face of the Great Rift, all people would unite.

Lind believed in settling internal disputes before dealing with external threats, preferring to wipe out trouble within rather than give the chance for instability to cause disruption, because being backstabbed at a critical moment could hurt even more than being slashed ten times by an enemy.

Luckily, Lind now had the say, which is why he leaned more towards waging war rather than continuing to follow the "Round Table Alliance."

Cooperation could create a babel of voices, but after establishing a clear distinction between the strong and the weak, the primary and the secondary, there would be only one voice left.

All policy changes required the support of military strength, but what Lind lacked the most now were soldiers, the Riven Soldiers who were still in Goliath and had to stay there.

Continuing to train new soldiers was urgent, but not all soldiers should belong to the Rand Legion, otherwise, situations like what happened in Black Hoof Village would arise, with soldiers complaining they should be on the battlefield instead of the rear.

Lind did not have the energy to handle everything personally.

Yet, he did not have any strong generals at his disposal.

Whether it was Marcus, Lance, or Reed, none were qualified to be a powerful commander.

It wasn’t for lack of military knowledge, for knowledge could be learned, but because they were too weak.

In this world, respect could only be earned with great strength.

Charisma stemmed from power.

Lind’s pen suddenly paused; a report on the trial of an Undead caught his attention.

"Kerrigan, the Undead."

It detailed how the Undead Kerrigan massacred civilians and was captured by the Undead Lena after being wanted. The trial took place yesterday, sentencing him to imprisonment, stripping him of all freedoms, including hearing and sight.

While Lind had not invested much in the exile of the Undead, intentionally depriving the Undead of their senses — resulting in them logging in to a black and silent screen — was something he could do.

This was why many Undead became obedient, not daring to break the law casually, and even if they did, they would think of paying a ransom.

The report mentioned that Kerrigan had tried to bribe a Riven Soldier, but the soldier merely pretended to agree, took the money, and did not show up as promised.

Lind put down his pen.

"Someone come!"

He wanted to see that Riven Soldier who "ate black"—how could one just take the money without doing the job?

...

Twelve chaotic Undead of Evinho clung tightly to the heels of Xinta and the rest of the Blood Clan, bypassing Newmoon Town, and after several days and nights of continuous travel northward, they plunged into the Frozen Soil Mountain Range to the northwest.

The roads were muddy and hard to navigate, making them doubt whether these roads really existed.

There were several times when they considered giving up, thinking that since they had already escaped, they were free as birds in the sky or fish in the ocean, but Xinta’s handsome appearance was very deceptive.

He even invited the Undead to become a part of the Blood Clan.

Changing class to the new and prestigious profession of the Blood Clan, the 12 of them were sorely tempted.

During this time, they got in touch with their "bro" Kerrigan.

"How are you doing?"

Kerrigan replied, "That NPC didn’t show up, I got screwed over! I get a black screen as soon as I log in, I’m about to delete my account and start over."

Having smashed all his savings, he thought he could bribe an NPC Soldier to regain his freedom, or at least escape from this place, but it turned out he was being naïve.

The NPC Soldier actually took the money and did nothing.

I, a mighty player, an Undead, was scammed by an NPC!

"How’s it going on your end?" Kerrigan asked.

"We’ve reached Bloodlust Castle, about to class change. Gotta say, the castle’s prestige is kinda low, feels like a decrepit cave. But it’s teeming with Red-Name Monsters, and even the lowest levels are above 21, plus there’s a whole bunch above 31. I suspect even Lind would have to avoid them."

Such a powerful group of Blood Clan BOSSes would wreak havoc if let loose, and since everyone’s into the chaos build, they’re enemy forces to Lind as well.

They would be a formidable force against Lind in the future.

"Wait, I’ve been released! Brothers, I’m free again. That soldier bro didn’t lie to me, gave me a rough map, I’m on my way over," Kerrigan exclaimed excitedly.

"Brothers, we’ll wait for you!" said the Undead.

In the dungeons of Raven City, as his vision returned to light, Kerrigan was almost moved to tears.

He didn’t want to delete his account and start over—what if he spawned in some unfamiliar land and had to start from scratch, finding Magic Potions, leveling up, and class changing all over again.

At least now, he could join the Blood Clan.

"You finally made it!" Kerrigan looked at the bearded face that seemed so dear at this moment.

"Cut the crap!" the NPC Soldier said while unlocking the lock, "You don’t have much time. After you get out, don’t tell anyone it was me who let you go, or I’ll definitely take you down."

"Yeah, yeah, got it! We understand!" Kerrigan nodded.

"There’s more!" The NPC Soldier said, "It’s not just you getting out, there’s someone else who’ll be escaping with you. Take the same route, and remember to head north."

Head north? Besides seeking out the Blood Clan, there were no other choices.

The NPC Soldier suddenly paused, cautioning, "That person is dangerous, don’t interact with him too much."

"Dangerous?" Kerrigan’s spirits lifted, wondering if it was a hidden quest.

But the NPC Soldier just grinned, showing his teeth, "After this, I can retire. Don’t ever come looking for me again!"

"Haha, congratulations bro."

Kerrigan followed him out of the cell. Clearly, the NPC Soldier had calculated the timing exquisitely—it was change of guard time and they didn’t bump into a single person.

They got out safe and sound without any alarm.

The NPC Soldier turned his back to Kerrigan and looked into the dark shadows.

A tall, strong figure emerged from the darkness, his entire body shrouded by a black cloak.

[?]

A mysterious NPC with no information?!

Being thrown into jail might have triggered a key story event after all.

Then Kerrigan heard the NPC Soldiers’ voice, slightly trembling, "Both of you run north after you get out of the city, and don’t come back."

Was it really that terrifying? Kerrigan analyzed the message conveyed in his voice.

What Kerrigan couldn’t see was the excitement, tension, and reverence on the face of the NPC Soldier facing away from him, the kind of expression one would show at the sight of a personage who could ignite their fervor.

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