The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 417 - 350: The Bestowal of the Crest

Chapter 417: Chapter 350: The Bestowal of the Crest

Subduing the Crimson Knight with force was difficult.

Knightly honor and a warrior’s dignity were easily cited as reasons.

But if given an opportunity, such as the chance to earn a title, he would gladly offer everything he had.

Previously, the Crimson Knight, who had no chance at a title, could only hide in this arena, engaging in barbaric dealings that nobles looked down upon, without even the chance to pledge loyalty to any Lord.

The battle for the throne between the princess and the prince had nothing to do with the Crimson Knight.

Neither did the disputes over territories.

He never had a private army, nor could he afford one. His guards were armed with iron-clad sticks, and he had to pay for their food, Gold Coins, and women, a burden that at times felt insurmountable to the Crimson Knight.

The fate of non-heirs among the nobility was often similar—if one was the second son of a Grand Lord, it was manageable, as he might receive a domain, and slightly lesser nobles might have a village to sustain themselves.

Those less fortunate, like the Crimson Knight, had nothing.

Actually, he was just a slave trader who, because of the bloody brutality of the arena that attracted some nobles seeking "noble tastes," happened to expand his business significantly, not much different from those slave masters.

In the assorted chaos of the arena, it was almost fate that the Crimson Knight ended up as a "collectible."

The Crimson Knight had many aspects that Lind found intriguing.

When the apocalypse arrived, the Crimson Knight voluntarily drank a Magic Potion and transformed into his current form, incidentally awakening his Noble Crest Power.

Even among the Old Nobility, there were significant disparities.

Lind, Baron Ronan, and Dragon King Kote all possessed Crests.

Except for Lind, both Baron Ronan and Dragon King Kote had spread their power to their soldiers through a Curse of infection.

He was unsure whether the dragon Curse was related to the Crests.

However, the fact that the Crimson Knight’s Crest Power could be extracted by the Fire Gecko faction indicated that this power could be willingly bestowed.

It was akin to a "passive skill" in the eyes of the Undead.

Most Old Nobility in the Royal City did not possess Crest Power because they never actively sought power and had only become bosses due to their bloodline’s influence.

"This isn’t hard, my lord,"

The Crimson Knight explained how his Fire Gecko Crest power was extracted and how this power had helped him.

The method of bestowing Crest Power was very simple, but once granted, the power could not be taken back, as it originated not from the nobles themselves but from deities and Dominus.

Just as Lind’s Moon Halo came from the Moon Witch and his Sun Halo from the Sun’s Testament, he could spread and bestow it but could not take it back, acting like a Missionary.

Lind was eager to test what reaction his Crest would cause, according to the information he had received from the Undead.

[Fire Gecko Crest (Unique)]

[Flame Resistance +5%, Maximum Health +5%, Madness Resistance -10%]

[Attacks have a certain chance of hatching an aggressive Fire Gecko]

[Note: Each Undead can only receive one type of Crest]

This would be an essential tool for reaping benefits!

He himself held a large collection of Crests, yet the extent of power each Crest could confer still required gradual testing.

The Crimson Knight continued discussing his power.

The path of the Fire Gecko Knight, a mere enhancement of physical constitution, the fire lizard was the power of his bloodline.

"It is said to stem from draconian power," the Crimson Knight was fairly satisfied with his own strength. Although he had been strong before, his martial prowess couldn’t compare to Lind, or even some ordinary soldiers.

Perhaps for this reason, after becoming a small giant, the Crimson Knight had longed to resolve everything with violence, loathing the use of intellect.

His desire to exert violence didn’t mean he really lacked brains. Being a businessman adept at avoiding risks, the Crimson Knight could sense the terrifying power suppressed within Lind, which could probably tear him apart with ease.

Lind had the Black Fire Brothers and the Crimson Knight give it a try. The two balls of blazing black flames collided with the giants, the power completely overpowering the Black Fire Brothers. The Crimson Knight, however, found the battle extremely difficult.

The sturdy body became a burden at this moment; from the distance his arm swung from right to left, it was enough for the Black Fire Brothers to use flames to scorch several fiery scars onto his back.

"No more, no more!" the Crimson Knight conceded, wrapping his body again with a black cloth. These scars were a disgrace!

Another attribute of a merchant quickly brought the Crimson Knight, now face-swollen, to Lind’s side.

Facing a queen who had nothing and a powerful duke, he knew whose favor to curry.

Even as his stout silhouette completely enveloped him, Lind’s gaze did not linger on him.

The next attack on Black Island would be the Crimson Knight’s declaration of loyalty, the fight offering him a chance to reach the skies in one step.

The destruction of the Fire Gecko faction was a momentary matter. To the Undead, this might seem exaggerated, but in the legion, such an overwhelming manner was the norm.

Most persons from the Fire Gecko faction still roamed outside. They might organize a new society or a new religion. Those unwilling to submit to the monarchy always found things to do; the world never lacked people who wanted to grab onto some belief or other to console themselves.

Everyone thought themselves exceptional, yet everyone was ordinary, and even more brutal, in this world, they were truly NPCs.

Lind summoned the legion commanders; this operation had to place the Crimson Knight at the forefront. Only great strength could earn the respect of the soldiers.

Winning soldiers over with personal charisma was too difficult; adulation for power was preferable.

They discussed the battle plans.

"I will bring you victory," asserted the Crimson Knight firmly.

Having seen those soldiers, the Crimson Knight had never felt as confident and fulfilled as at this moment. With such a powerful army, as long as the opponent wasn’t a dragon, he was confident in twisting off the enemy’s head.

Such an elite army’s expenses were terrifying. If this expedition lasted for a year and a half, it would bankrupt most Nobles of the Rand Kingdom.

Lind nodded lightly, "I await your good news, Crimson Knight."

The Crimson Knight advanced with the army. The surviving Undead juga jogged along with the group. As for how the Undead posting this information on forums might cause others to lament missing important plot points, that was a concern for another time.

The only ones left by Lind’s side were the Black Fire Brothers and Miss Isa the troll.

Under Miss Isa’s direction, the Black Fire Brothers pulled out Magic Potion ingredients and began to draw the Magic Circle on the spot. Their minds in sync, they minimized errors, but it still took several failures before they finally succeeded in drawing the map.

Lind looked at Isa, "Are you sure it’s ready?"

"The theoretical knowledge doesn’t come from me, sir," her voice carried the characteristic naivety of a young lady.

One could imagine, when closing their eyes, a young lady in white socks.

Blonde hair, with blush, possibly puffing out her cheeks when she spoke, a naive young lady. Yes, the white socks were essential.

But upon opening his eyes...

"Sorry, but this is our first time using a portal for long-distance movement, so allow me some caution. You know I’m very scared of dying."

Past long-distance portals weren’t this large, or the distances were very short.

The further the distance, the more prone to errors it was.

Isa smiled. She thought it was a joke.

If a duke always fighting in the frontline was afraid of dying, there would be no true warriors in this world.

Lind flicked a aphid to the Black Fire Brothers. Without a word, they immediately fed the aphid their blood and threw it out as it emitted a blood mist.

After Isa chanted the Spell multiple times, the gate opened.

They were in a ruinous arena, and through the gate, opposite was Lind’s hometown, Star Dragon City.

As they crossed the portal, Isa heard Lind muttering to himself, "How can I limit it to only allow one person to use it, or just once?"

The moment the gate closed, the aphid struggling on the ground morphed into two figures, their bodies burning with black flames, indiscriminately bombing the ruins until their lives dissipated.