The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 529 - 429: Lavee, Workshop Director

Chapter 529: Chapter 429: Lavee, Workshop Director

At the roadside from the Beast Sacrificial Ground to Lionheart Fort, a team was already in ambush.

"Recently, the refresh rate of the Beast Merchant Caravan is a bit slow, could it be that all the creatures within have been cleaned out by us?" I Caught Pikachu whispered.

"That shouldn’t be the case, didn’t the intelligence we got mention that there are at least 4000 Beastmen left?" No Silk Beautiful Legs shook her head, with a strategizing demeanor reminiscent of Zhuge Liang reincarnated.

Recently, the Undead had enjoyed the pleasure of enslaving and exploiting others.

After their second conflict with the Beastmen at the Beast Sacrificial Ground, they learned of its existence, but only gleaned limited information, choosing tacitly to "skip" the lengthy and boring parts and only extract useful information.

For instance, the Beast Sacrificial Ground was poor, just populous.

But to the ears of the Undead, it translated to, there are lots of Beastmen slaves that cost nothing.

The professions and titles of the Beastmen were really interesting, such as Blacksmiths who could help repair weapons and armor, create weapons, and Beast Tamers who could quickly breed Scorpion Fleas.

A bunch of highly functional tool people!

The Undead had no interest in the combat-type Beastmen, who when first captured would start rebellions every few days, with the rebellions always instigated by the combat types.

After killing a group of them and castrating another, they finally behaved.

In contrast, the support-type Beastmen were treasures.

Creating simple traps, building houses, farming, and so on, they satisfied various needs of the Undead.

Thus, the Undead slowly changed their tactics, continuing to interrogate the Beastmen for the "main quest," but with less harsh methods, focusing on capturing them alive.

One after another, they helped the Undead convert wealth on an assembly line.

More and more Beastmen were captured alive, and some would escape, but they wouldn’t kill anyone. If they could catch them they would; if not, they let them be.

Life at the desert Oasis was somewhat difficult, so the Undead turned their attention to the Beast Sacrificial Ground. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to attack the Lionheart King’s territory and steal things, but the journey was too far, not worth it.

Robbing "refreshed" merchants became the fastest way to accumulate wealth.

Money, population, all in hand.

But now, with a large accumulation of goods and hostility from the Beastmen, they lacked sales channels. They couldn’t handle merchant caravans themselves, so the Undead were now trying to attract some caravans back.

Using "personal charm" to capture would be best; if not, they’d extract detailed information about the caravan routes, gray market locations, one piece at a time.

"They’re coming!"

A fully-armed Beastman merchant caravan left the Beast Sacrificial Ground.

"Wait, isn’t that Lavee? Damn, how did he level up so much, and he even really gained the Sword Saint title!" someone whispered softly.

"What should we do?"

"Try to appeal to his emotions and reason, maybe?"

"What if he starts a fight?"

"Wouldn’t that be even better!"

"Absolutely."

...

Lavee the Sword Saint set out with the caravan, not understanding why the Beastmen acted so docilely upon leaving the Beast Sacrificial Ground, truly disgraceful for a beast.

No wonder the Beast Sacrificial Ground was slowly being forgotten, having lost the bloodthirsty and bravery of beasts, it was doomed to be eliminated.

As they moved forward, suddenly a group of humans appeared ahead.

"Hey, Lavee!" someone waved.

Lavee’s eyes lit up: "It’s you guys!"

In the sandy areas of the Gray Ruins Wilderness, if Lavee were to respect one group of people, it would definitely be those Human Knights adhering to their own creeds.

Their Lord, Lind, couldn’t tolerate the slightest flaw in his jurisdiction. Once, just because a human stole something cheap from him, that Lord killed the thief right in front of him and burned the body to ashes with flames.

The humans warmly approached: "Lavee, weren’t you off leveling up your title, how did it go?"

Lavee was still a bit unused to the human way of speaking, but mentioning the title, he laughed heartily while slapping his chest: "Haha, I am now a Sword Saint!"

"No way, that’s awesome? Tell us in detail how you did it!"

Lavee didn’t get the expected reaction at the Beast Sacrificial Ground, but the response from the humans was more than enough.

"Awesome!"

"That strong?"

"Man, really great! Could you demonstrate some of the moves you used?"

Their emotional valuation maxed out, and humans seemed agreeable from every angle.

And the Undead were also making eye contact.

This NPC is so easy to gain favor with, I’m afraid I’ll max it out to 100 points and explode with excitement.

Compared to Lavee’s joy and satisfaction, the Beast Merchant Caravan fell silent.

It was over, the High Priest’s helpers turned out to be familiar with the opposition, weren’t we doomed?

"It’s been a while, Lavee, why don’t you and your friends come rest at our place?"

"Uh..."

Lavee remembered he still had a mission, but as he turned back and saw the Beast Merchant Caravan’s heads bowed silently, he felt even more annoyed.

If the Beastmen were acting like this, they might as well be dead.

"Great! I actually really miss Lord Lind’s wine."

"You like wine? You should have said so sooner, by the way, Lavee, do you think there’s any merit in ’mother-chewed wine’ from a Beast mom? I mean, made from the juice chewed by a Beast mom who’s only 18 years old, with smooth, non-knotted fur."

"Gulp!" Lavee swallowed his saliva.

"I wasn’t being greedy, just curious," all beastmen who knew Lavee the Sword Saint were aware that he cherished alcohol as if it were his life, yet he had no interest in beauty.

Under the close protection of humans, Lavee chatted with the humans while none from the Beast Merchant Caravan could escape.

"Are you also heading in this direction?" Lavee saw the mountain and suddenly said.

"Just behind the mountain, why?"

Lavee suddenly became serious and said, "You might not be aware since you’ve just arrived, but a group of despicable, evil Abyssal Undead has come. They capture and enslave beastmen. I advise you to stay away from here and move quickly."

"Ah, this..."

They exchanged glances quietly, thinking that Lavee might not fully understand the situation, but seeing that he seemed naive, they decided to deceive him first.

Once they settled on this idea, they did not mention the Undead at all, instead, they brought up trade.

"We are currently domesticating Scorpion Fleas, and also crafting some traps, weapons, and so on, preparing to adopt a business model, what do you think?"

"Very challenging," Lavee shook his head.

The human army was too weak, and even though they stuck together for warmth which prevented ordinary beastmen from provoking them, without the support of other forces, their caravan would definitely face difficulties.

Regarding business development, Lavee also suggested that humans should wander in the border gray areas, although it was dangerous, the border valued profits more and it facilitated their growth.

"If it weren’t for those Undead hunting beastmen at the Beast Sacrificial Ground, you could totally trade with them, and then have them buy and sell in other territories."

"How did you know what we were thinking!" the humans were surprised, "It would be great if you could help convince them."

"Hahaha, what’s so difficult about that." Lavee pointed at the caravan behind him who were bowing their heads, "This is the caravan, it would be just right for them to also see what items are available for trade."

Beast Merchant Caravan: ...

Silence.

Dare not say anything; fate was already sealed.

When they turned around the mountain and saw the Oasis fortress rising from the desert, Lavee couldn’t help but exclaim, "Did you do this?"

"Yes, day and night!"

"A miracle!" Lavee praised generously.

The humans nodded too. It indeed was a miracle; having minions was beneficial.

Entering the Oasis, many humans greeted Lavee, giving him a feeling of returning home, so warm!

"Lavee, come over here and take a look!"

"Lavee, you must taste this!"

"Lavee, Lavee!"

"Lavee!"

Basking in the warmth, Lavee completely failed to notice that the Beast Merchant Caravan behind him had disappeared, including the Scorpion Flea squad and their packs.

Lind had just finished observing the first battle of the expedition to the Great Rift in the Black Marsh Kingdom. Unlike the Rand Kingdom, the Black Marsh Kingdom was adept at "mental power," often resulting in people temporarily losing control of their bodies.

Recalling his consciousness, he heard a commotion outside.

He went to the balcony and looked down, unexpectedly spotting an acquaintance—Lavee!

It had been a while, and Lavee’s presence had far surpassed before, easily surpassing William.

A main character type.

Even if not the main character, he must play a very important role in the plot.

During this time, Lind also learned about the title "Sword Saint," categorized as an advanced profession among beastmen, requiring talent, perseverance, and strength. Professions like Beast Tamer and Tracker could never attain the rank of Sword Saint in their lifetimes.

"It’s worthy of you guys."

Using his Transcendent hearing, Lind eavesdropped for a while and figured out the whole story. The Undead had encountered Lavee by chance and tricked him into managing the beastmen workshop in the Oasis fortress, even making him the workshop director.

Truly, nothing was wasted.

Lavee was indeed stunned by the benefits of the Oasis fortress; working could make money, and overtime paid even more. How great!

But why did it sound so familiar?

"Are you the Undead that the High Priest spoke of?" Lavee finally realized.

"Absolutely a misunderstanding!"

"That’s right! It’s all been distorted; we provided 8-hour workdays, it was their own choice to work overtime."

It was really too easy for the silver-tongued Undead to trick the slow-reacting Lavee.

Lavee was confused; he had accepted the High Priest’s commission to protect the merchants from the evil Undead, heading to Lionheart Fort territory, but he had inadvertently delivered the merchants directly into the hands of the Undead.

"Wait a minute, you’re the Undead?" Lavee suddenly realized.

If the Undead were immortal, then Lind killing the Undead must have been just a show for him!

"It’s very painful, every death our souls are punished," the Undead sighed, looking down, "You didn’t think immortality came without any cost, did you?"

Lavee: "I!"

Yes, how could immortality come without a cost.

So, he believed.

"But you also shouldn’t harm innocent beastmen."

"We also want to cooperate, but the beastmen only bear malice towards us."

Lavee clapped his chest, "I can help you communicate!"

"That’s great, the trading matters of the caravan will be handled by you!"

Lavee: ?