The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 555 - 442 Need a Raise_2

Chapter 555: Chapter 442 Need a Raise_2

Lind had imagined a war that never came. The Undead, thanks to their masterful performances and unimaginable "Electronic Schemer" manner of speaking, had unexpectedly won the favor of the Lionheart King.

They frequently demonstrated their loyalty through death, always aligning with the Lionheart King.

"This lion seems to have a somewhat defective brain."

Half a day later, the entire performance team of Undead had all been promoted to squad leaders.

One day later, the Undead, through networking, flattering, and bribing, had managed to move away from the front lines. Three thousand of them had successfully infiltrated the inner workings of Lionheart Fort.

Even two hundred of them had made it directly into the main nest of the Lionheart King, undertaking significant roles.

When Scar, shaking his head to sober up, was preparing to lead the Undead to the battlefield, he discovered that all these cannon fodder Undead had blinked their way to promotions.

The modern skills of bootlicking, when applied to a group of Beastmen who only knew murder and arson and still aimed to imitate human nobility, were simply a dimensionality reduction strike.

Scar had no choice but to seek out the Beast Prime Minister, only to be harshly reprimanded. The Undead were now entirely under the control of the Lionheart King, and even the Beast Prime Minister, bold as he was, didn’t dare snatch people from the Lionheart King’s clutches.

Previously, Beast Prime Minister Wolfgang could still argue with the Lionheart King for the sake of Lionheart Fort.

But today, upon hearing that the Lionheart King was planning to let the Undead use human knowledge and etiquette to develop Lionheart Fort, Wolfgang sensed trouble and set out to dissuade him...

The greatest use of the Undead was their immortality; not using them as cannon fodder but appointing them as officials was an absurd gameplay strategy.

Among the Beastmen, known for being adept at scheming, Wolfgang had a way with words.

"Great King, truthful words are unpleasant to hear..."

But his truthful words seemed outdated in the eyes of the Undead. What era was it to still resort to moral coercion?

"Great King, others only see you indulging yourself but don’t see the pressure you bear for Lionheart Fort. Ordinary Beastmen enjoy themselves because they lack ambition and are naturally useless, but you, Great King, are different. You are a Beast King, a king chosen by the Dominus. You should do whatever you want to do."

"What if I want to kill you?" The Lionheart King asked casually.

An Undead immediately drew his sword and stabbed himself to death.

"Great King, he is an Undead!" the Beast Prime Minister pointed at the ash of the dead Undead, his hand trembling.

Another Undead stepped forward: "Don’t worry about whether we are Undead or not. We are willing to demonstrate our resolve with death! Unless you join us."

Wolfgang: ...

Stomping his foot, he left in anger.

...

Wolfgang, with long nails, scratched at the pus on his body, rubbed his thumb and index finger together, twiddled the mucus, and turned his head to speak to Scar: "The Lionheart King does not care about those Undead."

A sixth-ring powerhouse, why fear a bunch of first-ring Undead? A mere shout could eradicate the ants, such was the confidence of a top-tier powerhouse.

Instead, it’s the amusement provided by the Undead that holds more value.

Precisely because the Undead are weak enough to let the Lionheart King enjoy their "truthful words" without worry.

Playing with unkillable, endlessly amusing little ants was far too interesting.

Scar lowered his head: "I understand."

His attitude toward the Undead would probably need to change.

What Scar hadn’t anticipated was that this change in attitude towards the Undead would come even faster than he imagined.

Scar went to his favorite tavern, "Above the Claw," where he could drink the freshest murky brews. Though the Beastmen were strong, they weren’t good at delicate or complex tasks, so refined food and drinks remained scarce, available only at Stone Beast Fort.

He noticed a familiar figure, Sharpshooter Haus. The last time they had fought side by side was years ago. After Scar was promoted to the fourth-circle, their interactions had gradually lessened. Not deliberately, but beasts followed the innate rules of their bodies.

The other noticed Scar as well and gave him a smile: "My lord."

Though the smile seemed a bit bitter.

"I didn’t expect to see you here. I heard you went east a while ago?" Scar also responded with a smile, the twisted scars on his face telling of his cheerful mood, "What have you been busy with?"

"Fighting, with those Ghosts, those fiery guys, and those Magic Puppets that seem never to die. Protecting our territory is a tough job, Lord Scar."

"But you’re back now," Scar stated.

"Yes." Sharpshooter nodded, his face devoid of a smile.

"What’s the matter? Encounter any difficulties?"

"I should have a job in North Wind Valley," he said.

"Of course, with your strength, you could become the lord of the North Wind Valley region!" Scar felt that this request was not excessive, whether it was achievements, title, or anything else, Haus was impeccable.

But the place in North Wind Valley, just a rather decent Beastman village, reeks of the scent of Beasts, and although it’s called a valley, there’s no water there.

"But I was assigned to Fogai Cave, tasked to clear the land there and build a cave camp," the Divine Archer Haus’s Beast face looked aggrieved, feeling that this wasn’t the treatment a "Hero" should receive upon return.

"They shouldn’t have done this!" Scar indignantly said.

"Was it Black Lion who arranged this?"

"No, it was humans."

Humans?

Scar was stunned; he hadn’t expected the humans to have taken such important positions in such short a time, and it felt even more absurd that the future of the Beast people now depended on human arrangements.

"They work for Black Lion, serving as his... inspectors, that’s what they said, my credentials didn’t pass."

"Didn’t you try to make a scene?"

"I tried, then Black Lion angrily threw me out."

"That bastard is a 4-ring, stronger than me," Scar acknowledged that it was normal for him not to be able to beat the other.

"If you haven’t offended those humans, they shouldn’t have treated you this way, I have some dealings with humans, maybe I can help you ask around." Scar wasn’t a warm-hearted person, but he still remembered the times when the Undead flattered and groveled around him.

That feeling was good indeed.

Once he reached the "Administration Hall" of Lionheart Fort, it should be called that, Scar was shocked.

Many people were coming and going here, and as soon as he entered, he was asked what business he had; Scar did not speak, he watched as one Beastman after stating the need to collect his reward was taken away, and another Beastman was directed elsewhere after stating his need for work.

It was busy, but everything seemed orderly.

The Undead had brought such a huge change to Lionheart Fort, no wonder the Lionheart King valued them highly.

"I need to find the Undead, just say I am Scar."

"Sorry, visiting is strictly prohibited during work hours."

"I said, I need to find the Undead!" Scar released his aura as a 4-ring powerhouse.

The guide Beastman trembled in fear; Scar’s surroundings were immediately cleared of people. Just as Scar thought he had used a simple and effective method, three 4-ring powerhouses emerged.

"Come with us."

"Wait! It’s me, I am Scar."

"No matter who you are, you have disrupted the order, you must be punished, come with us to see the Inspector."

If it was one-on-one, Scar was confident he could inflict light injuries and counter-kill his opponent; if it was one-on-two, he was confident in causing heavy injuries and counter-killing both; but if it was one-on-three... Scar chose to obediently comply.

Nevertheless, he did manage to meet the Undead, just not in the way he intended.

"Lord Scar? What brings you here!" The Undead dismissed the three 4-ring powerhouses with a wave of his hand, leaving Scar gaping.

What happened to the dignity of a strong man!

However, the Undead’s attitude toward him was quite pleasing to Scar.

"The Place of Curling!" He still remembered the other party’s name, though it was a bit odd.

"Lord, please, have a seat, what brings you here today?" The Place of Curling asked.

"It’s like this, I have a friend, Divine Archer Haus; he returned from the front lines and wanted to become the lord of North Wind Valley, but for some reason, he was assigned to the cave to build a camp."

"Divine Archer Haus? Wait, let me check." The Place of Curling turned around and left; after a while, he returned and sighed, "Lord, I checked, Haus can indeed become the lord of North Wind Valley, but..."

"But what?" Scar inquired.

If he could perfectly resolve this matter, he would indeed gain a lot of face.

"It’s just that I once fought alongside you, so I’m telling you," The Place of Curling whispered, "You’ll need to pay extra!"

"Ah?"

"This money isn’t for me, it’s for smoothing things over up and down," The Place of Curling pointed upwards and then downwards, "Of course, you don’t have to give it, but then you can’t go to North Wind Valley."

For the first time, the Beastman, who had always lived by the jungle laws of the Beast forests, was shocked by the concept of "bribes" from civilized society.