The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 464 - 391 Good Leeks!

Chapter 464: Chapter 391 Good Leeks!

Lind received Melulan’s message and was very pleased with Melulan’s initiative in reporting the situation.

Prior to this, he had noticed the forum sections about the Rand Kingdom and the Black Marsh Kingdom.

It could be said that Melulan was the choice of the Undead’s hearts. Now that they could finally join without being rejected, there should be no more picking and choosing.

The news from Melulan included some information mentioned by the Undead, but also some high-level secrets that the Undead could not access.

Regarding how to deal with the Undead, it was actually quite simple: combine the treatment of mercenaries with the way nobles are treated. Give them enough benefits, and they would be willing to fight for you.

Of course, being good at storytelling was also crucial, no matter where you were. Melulan, carrying the responsibilities of "revenge," "revival of the Blood Clan," "unification," and "resistance against the Abyssal Great Rift," practically had ’evil but orderly’ written all over her face.

Lind pointed out several things in detail. Even if Melulan couldn’t learn everything, it would definitely be enough.

Once the matter with the Great Rift here was over, Lind would immediately head to the Black Marsh Kingdom to continue addressing the next Great Rift.

However, when the messenger Lena saw Lind, her expression was somewhat blank.

"You, you are the Black Knight?"

She had once personally heard every soldier and farmer praising Lind by name. She had seen Lind shining in the sunlight, but when she discovered the Black Knight was actually Lind, her mind was sharply shaken. Of course, this strange feeling soon vanished because it made sense to her.

"Black Knight? I don’t like that nickname. I just need to kill Redwald."

Lena nodded softly, knowing this was the Lind she remembered, who always solved problems by killing someone.

The title Black Knight was indeed one they had given themselves.

Lind then looked at the introduction about Lena in the letter, where Melulan stated that, among the many Blood Clan she came in contact with, Lena was a very peculiar existence. She was intensely enthusiastic about the various policies launched by Lind, including Military Merits, Points, shops, etc., and had made buying "Lind’s products" her life’s goal and effort. That’s why she had sent Lena as the messenger.

Having been in this world for some time now, Lind had never imagined he’d actually have fans who loved his "products," and to the level of blind devotion no less.

Once Lena knew that Lind was the Black Knight, she had already rationalized all his actions in her mind without needing any explanations from Lind.

The reason Lind hid his identity was to prevent Lania from knowing he had killed the resurrected Redwald. As for the fact that the Black Knight was Lind Armand, it was irrelevant. The Undead would come up with their own reasonable explanations, and he strongly suspected that 90% of the Undead didn’t care about the plot. They just wanted to frolic freely in a free world.

Plot? It’s all meant to be skipped.

At most, after he haphazardly completed the tasks, he’d watch some YouTube bloggers’ videos to "catch up" on what he skipped during the game.

However, before he could even speak, Lena had already spoken, "I won’t tell anyone about your identity!"

"It doesn’t matter if you do."

"No, I will keep it a secret!"

Was she really making a big secret out of something so trivial?

"Suit yourself."

Lind quickly wrote his reply, not expecting Melulan to be able to rely on his strategy to progress, but it was very convenient for gathering the Undead initially.

The scallions were best harvested when gathered together. He couldn’t possibly start from scratch in the Black Marsh Kingdom, build up a new base, and construct a fatherly figure to exploit them. Gather them together and do it fast and ruthless.

The adaptability of the Undead was strong. They would be thankful.

Seeing Lena eagerly waiting, Lind felt he couldn’t let her trip be in vain. If it were the Scarlet Nun, he might not care, but since Lena was his "fan," she deserved special treatment. He said, "I can give you some discount coupons."

Lena’s eyes immediately lit up.

"Lord, can I still earn points?" Lena asked eagerly, wanting only to work hard and then shop to her heart’s content.

Who understood that, having those beautiful and unique items in the team of Undead, the constant praises were truly addictive.

"Melulan will introduce a similar currency. Maybe in the future, she’ll open up trade routes."

Since the signal infrastructure hadn’t been laid out to Black Marsh Kingdom, Lind strongly suspected that the Gold Badge could not handle such a long range.

Therefore, transactions would have to be made in a new currency. Not being strictly tied could lead many Undead to exploit this, but if the governance of the Kingdom was not considered, the difference in exploitation wouldn’t be too vast.

The diligent Scarlet Lady turned into a crow, flapping her wings as she flew away. Lind felt a bit over the line; how could he use the techniques of exploiting the Undead on an NPC?

His usual tactic with discount coupons was to hike the prices above the Undead’s psychological expectations, and then use the coupons to bring them back to normal levels.

"NPCs as prey, they must be considered prey, right? Like Lena, a zealous and earnest little messenger, if one doesn’t take a stab, they might lose sleep over it at night."

The Black Marsh Kingdom had already entered an "idle mode," Lind could rely on the Undead to monitor their progress, and the busy Lena would become the most diligent messenger conveying messages.

Lind’s gaze returned to the Abyss.

The exploration of the Undead was rigorous. Only numbers could compensate for the level gap, but the distinctive feature of the Great Rift lay in defense, with gargoyle statues about fifteen to twenty meters high, possessing high defensive power, able to ignore various attacks.

Beyond the gargoyles, there was a mysterious group of Abyssal Servants, Wizard-like yet with twisting horns resembling old tree roots on their bodies, various curses made the Undead’s lives miserable.

But as the saying goes, they weren’t unkillable, grinding them down slowly was always an option.

Many gamers disliked suffering, opting to ditch the session when they couldn’t win, but if the reward was substantial, the suffering wasn’t unacceptable.

The Abyss attacked relentlessly, and the Undead never ceased their assault.

The drop rate for the Abyssal Calamity Heart was not high, yet it had started to become common, with even the Superior Calamity Heart becoming increasingly abundant.

Upper Rank?

Our Undead haven’t even reached upper rank yet!

Now, as soon as the level cap is unlocked, advancement is definitely secured.

The endless grindstone of flesh and blood operated relentlessly, squeezing the lifeblood of both parties.

The Undead grew ever more valiant in battle, having successfully captured ten high towers and by purchasing various Alchemical Tools like Alchemical Bombs, utilized money to forcefully blast through the defenses of the gargoyles.

It’s well-known that once the first challenge in a dungeon is overcome, others will instantly learn the technique and shift from "enduring hardships" to "farming materials."

Lind couldn’t sustain such massive consumption of Alchemical Bombs, but the Undead could.

They formed a healthy cycle: the Undead on the front lines harvested materials and sold them to Lind, then Lind produced various high-priced items to supply the Undead.

In other regions, they battled the Abyss tremulously, with one hand holding a torch and the other a Longsword, whereas here, they bombarded the Abyss, first with bombs then with Wizards.

It proved that wars in any world were battles of wealth; with sufficient financial support, even the Abyss would tremble.

Lind marveled that he had never been so wealthy. Other regions suffered amid the Great Rift’s adversity; here, there was only the heat of business.

Business was too hot!

Now, several Undead trading caravans had even left the Abyss to sell the Calamity Heart, carrying away thousands at a time.

Other Undead disdained such minor profits, casually tossing them to merchants like discarding trash, preferring directly to exchange them for military merits with the Expedition Army.

Little by little, the Undead grew richer.

The increasing abundance of Abyssal Calamity Hearts also led to a minor incident; merchants who spent days next to them doing nothing were infected by the Abyss, and Lind had to give them a "Serpent Ring Emblem" to resist the Abyssal Erosion.

With the Abyssal Calamity Hearts amassed together, some weapons, buildings, and other inanimate objects also began an irregular transformation. Unlike Lind’s transformation, these items merely possessed the Abyssal Curse.

But soon Lind discovered a very serious problem. If the level cap was unlocked, the Undead would surely exchange a massive amount of Magic Potions.

He had many types of Upper Rank Magic Potions that could meet the class change demands of the Undead, but with so many of them, he might need to produce over ten thousand, considering the potential for promotion failures, perhaps even twenty to thirty thousand bottles.

He could only quickly arrange for Pharmacists within the Rand Kingdom to stock up immediately.

The entire Gate of Mephisto’s Great Rift exhibited a completely different atmosphere from other areas in the game.

In some regions, the Abyss had completely counterattacked the surface, Abyssal Monarchs occupied Human Kingdoms, bringing devastation, completely abandoned, and spreading infection to surrounding countries.

In some regions, humans contended with the Abyss painstakingly, while also dealing with civil strife within the kingdom, and were extremely busy.

In some regions, humans maintained a slight advantage, struggling barely.

Yet in Lind’s area, the mood was completely different; everyone was lively and enthusiastic, as if fighting for discounted rice and eggs with swinging arms.

"How did we get overtaken in the rankings again? I’m very unhappy right now, I want to be on top!"

"The prize pool is open! Time for a draw!"

Having saved up, over ten thousand people participated in an explosive drawing session, drawing until fully satisfied!