The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 424 - 357: The Visitor from the Crack

Chapter 424: Chapter 357: The Visitor from the Crack

The madness of the Old Nobility of Goliath and the dragonized soldiers had been completely purged, except for Duchess Druidis.

Lind had no way to deal with her, and of course, there was another reason, the Undead were particularly fond of entering the copy of Druids Manor, and they always had to pay the fee for the instance, buying a whole lot of stuff.

No matter whether they were buying from the small markets, Raven City, or Goliath, no matter where they bought from, the money would ultimately flow into Lind’s hands.

He left the Undead the opportunity to shop around. The market prices were always fluctuating, but the Undead’s demand for equipment and items was constant, so Lind never lacked a consumer market.

Leaving a big BOSS, and one that wouldn’t move about at that, was simply natural fertilizer for leeks.

With previous lessons in mind, there would always be Undead coming to try their luck each day, just in case they really did manage to kill Lady Druidis, which would net them a Crest reward, earning the respect of NPCs.

Lind dived into the library to study. He was attempting to thoroughly understand the kingdom’s laws, every single one of them. There was nothing strange about that, but he still read them over and over again.

He then switched to the history of the Rand Kingdom, for which he had to find Miss Troll Isa, but after he had discussed this with her, he turned around and forgot about it.

The smell of decay from the books and wooden shelves was like a cage, trapping Lind completely in the grand library of the royal palace.

Lania was busy to the point of distraction every day, needing a great many civil officials and ministers to help her deal with government affairs. After Lind had ordered the construction of a magic building called the "Crystal Defense Tower," Lania began to receive enormous expenditure bills non-stop, and there were also allocations needed for repairs to fortresses, streets, and other places.

The Undead toiled thanklessly, but their demands for returns were higher. When they were weak, they would toil thanklessly, but if they grew strong, they would turn a blind eye to insufficiently rewarding work, even if the rewards would make many Great Knights green with envy.

For this reason, Lania had discussed "rewarding the Undead" with Lind, a matter that was brought up by Lind himself but also rejected by him. His reason was that the time was not right.

In addition to this, Lania had to handle other matters, including plans to rebuild Black Island, recruiting soldiers, training soldiers, stationing troops, and blacksmiths crafting equipment, including everything that followed from this.

Mining, forging, blacksmith training, selection, and then back to food, among others.

She had never been this busy before.

But Black Island’s existence was vital; it was a bastion against the Black Marsh Kingdom and also the nearest inland lake to Goliath, Raven City, and the like, necessary for those wanting to eat fish.

Ignoring those fish that had hands and feet or could blink their weird shapes, they were quite delicious.

Despite being busy, as long as Lind was here, she felt secure enough.

The embrace from before left some restlessness in her heart, but she was clear that she definitely wouldn’t have something happen with Lind... probably not, unless he made the first move.

She needed to breathe some fresh air. After leaving the Golden Throne, Lania found herself unconsciously walking toward the archway corridor. If she went left, she would head to the only garden in Goliath where flowers were currently blooming, but she subconsciously went right, which led to the library.

A petite figure caught Lania’s attention.

"Your Majesty the Queen." The person greeted her proactively.

Miko, a witch.

Lania’s only knowledge of her was that she had followed Lind from the North, and that every day, Lind would consume a potion to resist curses, prepared by her.

This was absolute trust.

When facing Theo, Lania could remain calm, but when facing Miko, she had a subconscious feeling of sneaking around.

"Miss Miko, have you come to deliver the medicine again?" she decided to ask.

"Yes." Miko nodded, a bit puzzled by the Queen suddenly stopping her.

Thankfully, there was no further interaction.

Miko was unaccustomed to conversing with nobles in their affectations. Lind was probably the only one with whom she could communicate pleasantly.

But when Miko entered the library and saw a huge figure discussing something with Lind, she almost subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

"Miko!" Lind heard the sound.

The towering Miss Troll Isa turned to look as well when she heard it and showed surprise on her face upon seeing Miko.

"This is Miss Isa I mentioned before; she majored in astronomy and history at Sky Star Magic School," Lind introduced her proactively.

The Bunny-toothed Witch, who mentioned Sky Star Magic School all the time, should be delighted to see an old classmate.

"I..." She was a bit at a loss.

"We know each other." Miss Troll took the initiative to speak up, her tone gentle.

She had clearly understood something but didn’t expose it.

"So it’s an old friend’s reunion?" Lind didn’t check the favorability between the two, as wizards are very sensitive to emotional matters. He only occasionally used it on enemies or those with significant emotional fluctuations.

"Sir, we were just getting to a critical point in our discussion," Miss Troll suddenly asserted herself.

"You are right." Lind nodded.

From the history and laws of the Kingdom, Lind was slowly searching for the power that might be hidden within, and initial results were showing.

This power might be related to Thunder somehow; it was unrelated to bloodlines or deities, it was the power of the law.

Releasing this power didn’t even require Lind to control Thunder himself, it was more like summoning Thunder, a discovery that left him somewhat regretful.

That afternoon, in the Royal Palace.

Turning his head to look at the scene behind him, he always felt something was off about the atmosphere.

Queen Lania, the Bunny-toothed Witch Miko, fiancée Tione, Songbai Knight Guard Wen Ruien, Chronicler Doris, oh, and then there was Miss Troll Isa.

People like Wen and Tione were simply quiet by nature.

Miko, for some reason, had suddenly become laconic, Lania seemed simply out of sorts, Her Majesty the Queen pouting secretly.

Miss Chronicler felt as though she’d inadvertently wandered into a den of dragons and tigers, even though she had come over lightly on her own initiative upon hearing that Duke had made some breakthrough research, but now she felt she shouldn’t have come; the tension in the atmosphere was way beyond what she had imagined. There must be something!

Her facial expression read ’I shouldn’t have come’, but what her heart was thinking was: Write it all down, write it all down, and then accidentally lose the notes!

Only Miss Troll and Lind were earnestly analyzing the situation.

Thunderclouds gathered, and thunder struck.

The ground was smashed to create a pit, but the effect was even less impressive than that of Redvald, let alone comparable to that of Dragon King Kote.

"It’s only useful within the territory, and it’s related to those protected by law. The more powerful the individuals, the more potent the effect might be,"

Therefore, Dragon King Kote could display great power, but currently in Lind... not a single person in the Rand Kingdom was abiding by its laws.

Each territory operated independently, and at least Lind’s own territory hadn’t implemented the laws of the Rand Kingdom. He had a more detailed and binding set of laws.

"I need to refine the laws and then promote them thoroughly," Lind quickly decided.

His own laws hadn’t been recognized and had no special effects, so it was essential to re-integrate the laws of the Rand Kingdom.

However, he didn’t take the Undead into consideration for now, as who knew how long they would disappear this time.

...

North of the Gate of Mephisto, the Forgotten Church.

It would take roughly a dozen days and nights to get here from the Faith Crossroad to the south, but the soldiers from Star Dragon City avoided this place at all costs, never straying one step towards it, even when on horseback patrol.

But just because they resisted nearing it didn’t mean that certain things wouldn’t actively move north.

A group of people had gathered here, hiding in the shadows of the dilapidated church ruins, lighting a bonfire.

The flames illuminated the faces of the group, a bevy of beautiful women.

Beautiful, like elves, with skin colors close to icy blue.

But their faces were etched with fear.

"Do we have to leave?" a younger girl asked.

An elder woman replied, "We must! Those creatures have gotten out. The Lady of the Night can’t protect us; we need to run further away."

But her skin seemed only a bit duller, and her features remained perfect.

"What about the key?" the girl asked. "Our job is to guard the key."

"Yes, but the Lady of the Night prefers it stolen," the elder woman was not inclined to discuss the key further. If not for the impending crisis, they would definitely guard the Twilight Pool until eternity.

The sky was slowly darkening, with the icy blue-skinned girl using her hands and feet to climb up a hill to the south, looking towards the north from this vantage point. However, she could see nothing but a bare expanse.

Compared to the dire conditions south of the Gate of Mephisto, the north, although desolate, did not have the hated pitch-black rivers, the swarms of insects, or white bridges constantly submerged in some sticky substance, nor the flesh flies that feasted upon one’s flesh.

Watching the sunset dye the sky red, she reluctantly buried her head below the horizon.

She then turned to look southwest.

The sky was cleaved in two by a sword, the southwest remained enshrouded in darkness and evil, but the red glow to the northwest was getting farther away.

It was a startling vista, almost enchanting to her.

Suddenly, a strange cry came from the distance, the jarring sound making the girl tremble subconsciously, and she ran down the hill, eyes wide open: "The Calamity is coming!"

"Extinguish the fire, hide!"

The women scrambled, covering the hard-lit bonfire with dirt.

Without having time to do anything else, they rushed into the interior of the Forgotten Church.

The girl tried to peek outside through the cracks of the old church’s bricks, but she was quickly blinded and forcefully pulled back.

Nobody was allowed to stay close to the walls; they had to hide as far away as possible.

They huddled together, listening to a thunderous rumble of footsteps growing louder and closer.

Those creatures must have discovered that someone had lit a flame here. The Calamities were not fools; they were adept at hunting, cunning, and very patient.

You couldn’t imagine the lengths they would go for a hunt. They would lie on the ground feigning death, unmoving as you passed by, and when you thought you were safe and revealed your back to them, oh snap, it was the end of the line.

If you were lucky.

Although no one spoke, everyone was praying silently in their hearts.

The noise outside was madness; it had to be a pack of wild wolves, identifiable even without seeing them. Their mouths, when opened, resembled blooming flowers with several reproductive-like tongues growing out of the meaty petals.

They had a keen sense of flesh, and the Calamities had an obsession with life that others could not comprehend.

The noise outside descended into chaos; they certainly found the bonfire remains. Though the fire had been extinguished, the warmth persisted, and they scraped the ground, kicking up dust.

The women could do nothing but cover their mouths, making no sound, and prayed, silently repeating "if you were lucky."

But still, those wild wolves heard something, attracted to another direction, followed by roars, the sound of claws striking stone, which was puzzling.

Then came muffled roars and the gurgling sound of blood springing from cleaved wolf throats.

Once everything quieted down, they saw a beautiful woman, wielding a slender, liquid sword made entirely of blood.

The ground was littered with the contorted corpses of the wolves.

The blood for the sword surely came from those wolves.

Watching the woman, they involuntarily heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come with me," she said.