The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 646 - 489: A Fairy Tale-like Country_2

Chapter 646: Chapter 489: A Fairy Tale-like Country_2

"That’s great, I like lively places too."

Lind didn’t refuse.

"One Gold Coin a day."

"Could you show me what the Gold Coin looks like?"

"Of course."

Lind walked up to the counter and finally got a look at the speaker.

It was a young, energetic man, his face sporting a smile that could squeeze out a brilliant set of teeth.

The Gold Coin he took out was almost the same as those from Rand Kingdom.

Only the pattern on it was different.

If it was just a different pattern, it wasn’t much of an issue; Lind rubbed the Gold Coin lightly between his fingers, his adept use of power allowing him to change its appearance in the palm of his hand.

Although it was an insignificant ability, it meant he would never be short on money.

When Lind pulled out a bag full of Moonlight Kingdom Gold Coins with a clatter, the young man’s smile grew even brighter; it seemed that even in this "rustic" place, money was still useful.

Lind got a room on the second floor.

It was a low wooden bed, and what was odd was that the bedposts were actually made of tree stumps, even sprouting tender branches.

A thick quilt covered the bed, its color a dusty gray.

The window was semi-oval shaped, and when he opened the window to look out, he could see a flock of colorful fantasy birds flying by.

Gazing into the distance, Lind momentarily felt as if he were in a dream.

He lay on the bed and perused the information on the guides from Magic Land for a while. All three continents had them, and the Undead didn’t need Lind’s commands to subtly find out their affiliations from them.

There were even several "familiar faces" Lind knew very well, such as the envoy sent by the Corrupt King Grace, because they had shown their faces in front of Lind’s 3,000 Undead, and they were among the first to start the selection process for the Undead.

Being able to go to the Undead-led Newbie Village was definitely official, and surely it would be the main storyline later.

"But they’re bound to be disappointed."

Lind found it somewhat amusing. If other powerhouses from different regions wanted to snatch the Undead, he really didn’t have much of an advantage. Even if he developed quickly, he was just a Great Knight with only Epic-level surface strength, with no deep roots or extensive relationships in Magic Land.

But as long as the Undead headed to Land of Beasts, to the Undead-led Newbie Village, they would surely become meat in Lind’s pot.

Now, no one could separate Lind from his relationship with the Newbie Village.

And those NPC guides, no matter how clever or eloquent, certainly couldn’t match Lind’s influence in front of the Undead.

Because he could use online lingo openly and legitimately, then use this content, known only to "insiders," to ensure his "official" status.

Joining the Newbie Village could score you a "cat," and now they even had equipment binding deals with the Mechanical God Cult. There was no way the Corrupt King could compete.

In the end, they would only exert effort in vain, helping Lind with transportation which was a bit troublesome, making a wedding dress for him.

As for the Undead who joined other forces, he didn’t feel regret. It was inevitable that some Undead would join other factions. No one could control everything, and joining those factions didn’t require any reason.

Lind, on his own, had to face tens of millions of Undead, and he didn’t have the power of Absolute Control to bind them. He couldn’t handle everything.

After browsing for a while, it was more or less certain that those who came to guide had encountered various troubles.

Everyone could "PM remotely," so some lords who weren’t well-known in Magic Land or hadn’t made contact with or been heard of by the Undead were directly disqualified from the selection process.

Places like the "officially recognized" Undead-led Newbie Village became the quickest to gather people.

The rest were like Duke Hein of the Northern regions and other powerful lords.

Those not selected would rather wait than settle for less.

The other problem lay with the local deities. Having gained a group of fearless believers and warriors, they wouldn’t easily let them go.

A battle was almost about to break out.

This also led to the video of Lind instantly killing two deities to be quickly supplanted in popularity.

A countless number of "new CGs" were available daily.

Lind chose some that he found interesting to watch and had to admit these guides from Magic Land were overconfident. Even the weakest deities had the power of the fifth circle; eliminating these Magic Land people of only the third and fourth circles was a piece of cake.

As the evening darkened, Lind finally got out of bed.

He had accepted an invitation to that woman’s family dinner.

The children of the house had eagerly awaited Lind’s arrival at the doorway, excitedly waving as they saw him.

Lind casually handed them a couple of candies before approaching the door.

"This place doesn’t look poor at all."

The room was floored with wood, candles had been lit for light, and it contained furniture like tables and chairs. Windows were even fitted with curtains, and there was a cat in residence.

So why must she always wear a gray, patchwork dress?

It was as if it was intentional.

"You’ve arrived, please come in!"

"Thank you."

Lind stepped into the room, his leather boots clacking on the ground with a "tap tap" sound that was strange and reminded him of the sound his footsteps made when he walked through Rania Palace.

"I’m so sorry we couldn’t prepare a lavish dinner for tonight."

She apologized to Lind with genuine regret.

Then she began bringing dishes to the table.

A somewhat deformed cream cake exuded a deep aroma of bread but looked dusty, a loaf of bread that also seemed gray, and even a thick soup.

The main dish was a steak, a beautifully marbled ribeye that sizzled in its own fat.

There was even a salad.

Lind couldn’t understand what this family had to do with poverty.

Or could it be that in this country, no one could starve and food was not so precious that even the poorest could fill their stomachs? This was not impossible, but then, one would expect even less worry about food.

When Lind saw someone driving a three-headed Lizard Bull, he knew he couldn’t apply common logic here.

Then they began to chat, initially the woman asked questions and Lind answered.

He ate the food she cooked, which tasted quite good, and shared what he knew, whether it was observations or other things, as long as it satisfied her curiosity.

"I want to know how this cake was made," Lind pointed at the cake on the table and asked.

"That’s what I used—the bad eggs and bad flour—to make," she answered cautiously.

Could a cake be made from bad eggs?

Rotten eggs only produce black liquid.

"And this meat?" Lind pointed at the sizzling meat on the table.

The woman replied, "That’s made from a piece of fresh meat that had been cut off and bitten into."

"Wait, I didn’t understand!" Lind had to halt her, requesting an explanation.

What did she mean by fresh meat that had just been cut off and bitten into?

"So it is," she said. "That piece of meat was already spoiled by a bite while still on the cow."

Was there really someone who bit into cows directly?

He didn’t expect that the Moonlight Kingdom hosted sashimi enthusiasts, nor did he know if anyone there enjoyed raw bull pizzle.

Although inwardly scoffing, Lind maintained a composed exterior.

Their conversation grew deeper, and she did not hide anything.

To a normal person, finding out there was a problem with the cake’s preparation would lead to the assumption that the cake was inedible, the ingredients wasted, or its appearance just a blob.

In short, it would seem significantly off in taste, smell, and appearance.

However, the cake Lind saw only had a "dusty" filter inexplicably applied to it, as if it had aged, but once tasted, he found the flavor, appearance, and everything else unchanged.

The same was true for the other dishes.

All were vestiges of an imagined oldness.

The person who made this tableful of dishes was like a farmer who "tills the land with a golden hoe," only the difference was that the person responsible was likely a "true Emperor" who, in their mind’s way, fantasized about ordinary life.