The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 421 - 354 Strive to Become a Wizard

Chapter 421: Chapter 354 Strive to Become a Wizard

When too many people gathered, Queen Rania had organized for them to go to the ruins of Snake Catcher Fortress for reconstruction.

The key fortress on the north-south passageway needed to be in place.

It still held the name "Snake Catcher," and the fortress became even taller, greatly aided by the Undead’s steel-reinforced concrete technology.

Other forms of help came from Wizards and Great Knights.

Yet the flag that rose within the fortress was that of the lion.

Many thought this to be the Duke of Lions’ country since the lion flag could be seen everywhere, whereas the dragon flag could only be raised within the Royal City, its reach even less than that of Her Majesty the Queen’s travels.

But gossip didn’t affect the loyal Soldiers, nor the Queen, and certainly not the Undead.

The refugees from Newmoon Town were carrying stones; they had to bend over and lift their backside to load the stones onto a cart, and then slap the horse’s rear end, waiting to unload the stones when they arrived at their destination.

Applying effort wasn’t hard, it just had a great impact on the lower back, but fortunately, this life was far better than their previous aimless wandering.

Besides that, there was gossip—the women quietly discussed matters of the heart, but they didn’t dare involve Nobles such as the Duke; at most, they would casually mention George’s aunt.

Well, it was common knowledge that George’s aunt had gone mad wanting to marry a Duke as tall as a city wall, a fact everyone knew through George.

Some women even managed to make off-color jokes without batting an eyelid, like whether it was possible to stab straight to the heart.

After all, the city walls were so high.

People are supposed to grow proportionately, right?

So they just talked about Noble gossip in a roundabout way; saying it outright was definitely not an option, as everyone was too scared.

The last time someone, drunk, uttered blasphemous words against the Duke, he was hanged and lashed a dozen times. Everyone saw it, including the children.

However, no one felt sorry for that man... including the children.

If not for the Duke, they wouldn’t have the luxury of getting drunk on top of being well-fed. After the incident, the man fell severely ill and now he’s the hardest stone worker of all. It was said he once fancied joining the army, the self-defense force, or the guard patrol, but it certainly wasn’t going to be that easy for him anymore.

Because after what happened in Newmoon Town, Her Majesty the Queen had rearranged their new lives and even gave them brand-new identities.

Rand Gold Coins slowly returned as the mainstream of trade, and there was also the Points system—a forced pairing with Gold Coins, making it impossible for ordinary people to buy items with Gold Coins alone.

Points + Gold Coins.

Points came from work, with a variety of jobs available.

Gold Coins came from trade, rewards, and so on.

This was a system Queen Rania custom-built, drawing inspiration from Lind’s special Points system for the Undead. However, she wasn’t as cruel; Lind’s Points system often unexpectedly stripped the Undead of all their hard-earned rewards.

Even sometimes Queen Rania wondered why Lind’s actions were fully accepted by the Undead.

Of course, there were many things about Lind that the native NPCs couldn’t understand. For example, Lind permitted "betrayal" without any punishment. He would merely cancel corresponding benefits but still allowed those individuals to move freely within his territory.

Lind and the Undead shared a kind of tacit understanding that was incomprehensible to others. The more one interacted with them, the more they felt it, and this understanding could only be vaguely imitated but never surpassed.

"I heard the army has finished the war," the young man approached the red-haired Om with big strides, excitedly saying, "I heard that the Duke led the troops to break through Black Island. They charged ashore with the waves, catching the Black Island soldiers lying in ambush on the narrow bridge by surprise. By the time they realized there was a problem, the army had already taken down Black Island. Om, is all this true?"

A young man beside him, with a dust-smudged face, excitedly joined the discussion, "I heard that the Duke didn’t participate in that war, and there was a nobleman who was as tall as a city wall."

"Isn’t that the Duke?"

The two had already started to argue.

Om, helplessly clutching his dirty red hair, said, "Kids, can’t you talk about something more interesting? War isn’t something we should discuss."

"I heard you went to Royal City this time and even saw the Duke himself, what does he look like?"

"I just went there to help out, there was a batch of new recruits enlisting, and they were a bit short-handed, as you know. After the riots in Raven City, many hands were called back, so you should try to eat more and grow taller, aim to become a Soldier."

Being a Soldier in Rand Kingdom definitely has its perks, good treatment, and proper arrangements for the family.

Even if you die on the battlefield, you would receive a generous pension, and the relatives of the deceased have priority in enlisting.

This time he heard that there were people claiming the bodies of the dead under false pretenses, and even those in charge of dealing with Soldier’s affairs were caught selling the quota of the deceased Soldier’s relatives at the small market.

It was only when a relative of the deceased came to claim the body and found that someone else had already falsely claimed it that this criminal activity, which had not yet profited, was exposed.

It’s unlikely that the Lord controls the small market, after all, not many people know about that secret.

The various policies implemented by Her Majesty Queen Rania, such as household registration, are also somewhat related to this.

"What exactly does the Duke look like? I heard he’s like a god walking among men."

"I did catch a glance of him from afar," Om said with admiration in his eyes, "but to call him a god is a bit too much, and I believe the Duke doesn’t like to be referred to as a god."

"By the way, did you see Her Majesty the Queen?"

"She is more noble than one might imagine."

Om laughed, "But I also saw the future Duchess, who is equally noble."

They chatted idly, the war had ended, the nation was slowly unifying, and no longer affected by the strength of the army; it is time to leave the bad old days behind.

But soon, several carriages hurried over.

Om and the others saw a group of Wizards alighting from the carriages, each holding different Magic Wands and wearing wide-brimmed magic hats.

The person in charge of reconstructing Snake Catcher Fortress was an important figure, but even he had a kind smile when seeing the group of Wizards.

Not Nobles, yet they held a status as high as Nobles.

Becoming a Noble is difficult; throughout the entire history of Rand Kingdom, one could count on one hand the number of people who had risen from ordinary peasants to Nobility.

At that moment, it seemed the young men had found a new direction to strive for.

"Strive to become Wizards," Om gently patted the shoulders of the two young men, saying, "I heard that they’re going to start Wizard classes to select those with talent. Even if you don’t become a Wizard, you can still be a Soldier."

The future is worth fighting for, an opportunity to achieve a class leap that might not come once in hundreds of years.

And those constructing the new Snake Catcher Fortress also received new instructions: they must build a huge Crystal Defense Tower at the center, with no room for mistakes.

"Crystal Defense Tower... what is that?"