The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 535 - 432 King Lind_2

Chapter 535: Chapter 432 King Lind_2

There are actually such devoted people in the world.

The Beast’s Blessing began, and then... the body inside the Vortex Mouth exploded.

Ashes drifted far in the wind kicked up by the unease of the Beast’s tail movements.

Lind’s gaze toward Soralis suddenly became dangerous. If he had been the one to receive the Beast’s Blessing from the start, would he have exploded?

"His body was too frail," Soralis immediately explained, sensing the danger in Lind’s eyes.

That reason was obviously flawed. Lind didn’t immediately flip the table; Ull the Beast was not easy to deal with, but that didn’t stop him from getting tough.

That Beastgirl was a bit dishonest, huh?

Vortex Mouth quickly came trotting back.

"Sir! Can I choose again?" Vortex Mouth asked, leaving Lind utterly confused.

He didn’t seem like someone who had been conned to death. Could it be... even the Undead could game the system when receiving a Blessing?

The shock in the Beastgirl’s heart grew as she watched his expression. She had heard that every death of the Undead was terribly painful. Judging by Vortex Mouth’s expression his recent death must have been agonizing. Yet, despite this, he still chose to go through it again.

Lind Armand’s men were terrifyingly loyal!

"What just happened?" Lind asked. "Tell me exactly what occurred."

"Understood!" Vortex Mouth nodded.

Surely there must be something wrong with the internal test feature of the Blessing—time to provide some active feedback.

Too logical!

And it’s even structured like a game’s content.

"Uh, I was chosen for the Beast’s Blessing, and then it alerted me:"

"[You have received the Beastmaster’s Blessing. You have a 100% chance of obtaining a temporary enhancement to your attributes (disappears upon death). Do you accept?]"

"I chose [Accept]."

"Then the system prompted me: [Your attributes have increased by 5%. Do you wish to exit the Blessing?]"

"Could I possibly not exit? I wanted to keep receiving! No exit, absolutely no exit! So I chose [No]."

"Then it prompted me again: [You have received the Beastmaster’s Blessing. You have been imbued with knowledge. You have an 80% chance of obtaining a temporary Magic attribute enhancement (disappears upon death). Do you accept?]"

"I once again chose [Accept]."

"[Your magic damage has increased by 10%. Do you wish to exit the Blessing?]"

"Haha, who would exit after all this? Only a fool! Of course, I chose [No]."

"[You have received the Beastmaster’s Blessing. You have heard the snores of the Beastmaster. You have a 60% chance of obtaining an extra skill temporarily (disappears upon death). Do you accept?]"

"I chose [Accept]."

"[You’re dead]"

Vortex Mouth said to Lind, "That’s what happened, sir. The game crash shouldn’t be my fault, right? Can I get a refund?"

Lind gave him a cold glance, and Vortex Mouth immediately fell silent.

Got it. No refunds.

Beastgirl didn’t understand the gibberish Vortex Mouth was spouting, but she grasped one thing: "You greedily demanded more from the Dominus?"

"Ah? Isn’t that okay?" Vortex Mouth was puzzled.

Since there were chances, it was a matter of luck, a gamble on one’s character. He just had bad luck. Maybe a chosen one with divine favor could keep getting Blessings up to a 0% chance.

With that thought, Vortex Mouth rubbed his hands together and said, "Sir, let me choose again. I’ll make a good choice this time! Just one more!"

He was the only one who had stumbled upon the internal test feature for the Blessing. How could he walk away with nothing?

Lind nodded: "You may!"

He hadn’t figured it all out himself either.

"Hahaha, thank you, sir!"

Vortex Mouth turned to the Beastgirl: "Let’s begin, High Priestess sister."

All these ridiculous names!

Lind glanced at Vortex Mouth, thankful he had grown accustomed to the Undead’s unreliability.

The Beastgirl paid no mind to the Undead’s nonsense; she looked at Lind with wary eyes. No matter how much he squeezed his people, they responded without resentment. Such power made for a very dangerous enemy.

The next moment, the freshly Blessed Vortex Mouth exploded outright into a cloud of ash.

Why was there still a problem?

Vortex Mouth trotted back and asked, "My lord, may I try again? I got greedy just now."

Lind: ...

Silence.

How could he trust a gambling addict? Without attaining favorable attributes, it was impossible for an Undead to stop.

Beastwoman: How loyal.

Lind raised his hand to dismiss Vortex Mouth. Seeing him looking downcast, Lind said, "Continue the search for Echoes. There will be more opportunities for Blessings in the future."

"Understood!" Vortex Mouth nodded regretfully.

Meanwhile, the Undead who had been returning one after another grew envious upon discovering Vortex Mouth had triggered an early trial of the "Blessing feature." They rushed over with eyes red with longing.

Especially upon learning that Vortex Mouth, with his insider advantage, had ended up with nothing, they couldn’t help but curse him as a gambling addict.

As Lind was still there engaging in narrative dialogue, the Undead chose to censure him internally.

Lind turned his attention back to the Beastwoman, now understanding what a Beast Blessing was.

In simple terms, it granted temporary enhancement, vanishing upon death.

For races other than the Undead, there was no such thing as "temporary." The power from a Blessing disappeared after death, resembling more advanced gameplay where "Title" power was reclaimed.

A Blessing was like opening a box, with potential attribute enhancement or even direct acquisition of a Magic skill, adding countless possibilities to the game.

All this power stemmed from the Dominus’s knowledge and guidance.

Compared to the minor prizes Lind had once dealt with, it had the characteristic of being non-replicable.

Lind’s first thought was that this was an excellent way to shear the sheep!

Just like enhancing a weapon to receive various Blessings, there was also a chance of failure. If the Undead wanted good Blessings, they had to gamble.

The inveterately gambling Undead would certainly not pass up such an opportunity to strengthen their powers.

From the perspective of shearing the sheep, "Blessing" was indeed better than acquiring a "Title," which once obtained, could be kept permanently.

In his eyes, the Beastwoman had changed.

"I can continue to help you collect Echoes," Lind proposed.

"What do you want in return?" the Beastwoman countered.

The Undead also turned to look.

The plot was reaching a pivotal point.

"I want you," Lind pointed at her.

The Beastwoman’s tail began to wag frantically, stirring up dust, and she became slightly panicked, "Our races are different, it’s impossible between us. I’ve devoted everything to the Dominus, even if we had a child, you’d have to raise them..."

Undead: "Damn, Lind! So that’s what you’re like!"

Then, looking at the Beastwoman, "You’re quite far-sighted."

Lind’s face darkened: "I meant I want you to work for me."

"To work for you?" Her wagging tail stilled.

Lind nodded, "Let’s talk about Titles. As far as I know, different Beast King’s Beastmen can give birth to different Titles?"

"That’s correct," the Beastwoman nodded.

"Can I become a Beast King, such as Lind the Beast King?"

...

At Lionheart Fort, located in the Beast’s Nest.

After Black Blood had crossed the landscape, which looked as if scoured by a torrential downpour, leaving behind nothing but incessantly breathing, dense holes, he returned to this vast territory.

Black Blood’s reputation was not small within the Beast’s Nest.

"Black Blood, where are your men, all dead? Hahaha!" Someone made a joke, only to find Black Blood suddenly turning his head, staring back with a fierce and threatening look.

A surge of tension gripped him.

Shit, what if it turned out to be true!

Black Blood, the "Abyss," had a not insignificant reputation.

"Hmph!" Black Blood continued forward with a face bearing long fur that others could not perceive as grim, and soon he saw the distinguished black armor and almost face-fused Skull Helmet.

They were soldiers under the Chancellor Wolfgang Longhorn, each holding a long pole scepter, with the Skull Sceptre Head shaped like a clenched Beast’s claw, exuding a chilling aura.

The Black Armored Officer stood before him. Ordinary Beastmen were not allowed to pass the road behind the Black Armored Officer, the road leading to Lionheart Fort, only high-ranking Orcs could pass.

"I am Black Blood!" he raised his voice, seeking the officer’s attention, "I bring important news!"

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