The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 806 - 568 Goodwill from the "Authorities

Chapter 806: Chapter 568 Goodwill from the "Authorities

Lind wasn’t sure if there was an anti-addiction system.

If there were a choice, he hoped there wouldn’t be any anti-addiction system. Ideally, all humans would be like in "The Matrix," where they slept every day and worked for themselves, drank nutrient fluid injected into their bodies, and even avoided eating, drinking, and relieving themselves.

"Lord, are you really ready to wage war?"

As the number of divine beings gathered increased and the number of undead followers rose, the war plans needed to be put on the agenda.

It might be in a few years, maybe ten years.

But to all who participated in the discussion, ten years was way too short.

Although they had witnessed the miracle of the War Throne rising overnight, and saw many strong warriors bowing to Lind, those living in the Magic Land had psychological shadows regarding the King of Kings, an insurmountable mountain.

No one dared to provoke him.

"When we attack Misty Rain City, I hope to conquer the Northern region simultaneously."

Before Lind was a very simple parchment map, without any magic embedded in it.

He lightly touched it with his finger.

Starting from the War Throne in the west, he drew two arrows pointing towards Misty Rain City, with a progress of less than 10%, and the Northern region of Duke Hein, the King of Kings.

Lind was absolutely not the kind to repeatedly tolerate being provoked. When he couldn’t win a fight, he would act humble. But once he could fight back, he would show no mercy.

"Otherwise, our every action might attract their attention, like the last time."

The events during the last attack on the Dwarf Fortress were still fresh in everyone’s mind. Duke Hein sent a harassment squad, though Lind finally won the war, making them suffer a hidden loss, it couldn’t change the fact that they sent people first.

"He thinks I’m not his match," Lind said.

That was the reason.

Lind, with the power of 5 rings, was not Duke Hein’s 7-ring strength; the power gap allowed the opponent to face him comfortably and assert their absolute advantage.

The others kept their heads down, saying nothing; it was best not to comment now.

"Astrologer, I need you to divine a prophecy for me."

The Astrologer stood up: "Yes, Lord, what prophecy do you need?"

"A prophecy about a giant."

"A giant?" The Astrologer looked surprised.

"Have you ever heard of Avista?"

"Of course I’ve heard of it, but Lord..." The Astrologer said seriously, "Divining the powerful is not within our capabilities."

Lind asked, "Do you think I need you to divine the weak?"

The question brought silence.

"We might fail and need your help; our power is too weak," the Astrologer said, "Maybe when Isi grows up, she can better answer your questions. She will take only a few years to mature."

Lind didn’t like the constant excuses.

Though he wasn’t racing against time, as a lord, when he made a request, his subordinates should try their best to fulfill it instead of finding excuses for why they couldn’t.

Perhaps sensing his displeasure, the Astrologer said, "I’ll try right away."

Soon, a divination about Avista began, and the Astrologer group sat together.

After they sat down, the Astrologer opened his eyes in less than a minute.

"Lord," the Astrologer began.

"What’s wrong?" Lind asked.

The repeated reactions displeased him.

"The prophecy says the thing you want will be delivered soon."

"What?"

...

In the barren area, an undead arrived alone.

"The map says there’s something here."

He was searching for a folk story an NPC traveler had told him, saying a powerful deity could shoulder the Magic Ring and hang it in the sky.

As an adventurer player, exploring places based on ancient legends, solving mysteries, and finally scavenging some treasures was his greatest joy.

"Are there traps?"

The undead jumped and grabbed the hanging vine ahead, imitating Tarzan.

There were swift currents below.

Falling in wouldn’t kill, but climbing out would take some time.

He landed next to the trap, frowning in deep thought.

"It seems like I need something, looks like a key."

He pondered.

His heart suddenly moved, thinking why he couldn’t forge a key based on the groove.

He brought out the iron block, started a fire, and hammered on the spot.

The crafting speed was faster than imagined; after drinking a Magic Potion, his strength increased significantly, and he successfully forged a matching key in just half an hour.

He pressed the key.

Turned it.

Then the mechanism started rotating with a "click, click" sound.

"Damn, that was easy?"

The unexpected simplicity surprised him. The inside probably hadn’t been opened for a long time, and thick dust piled up, leaving clear footprints when stepped on.

It felt like stepping on snow, soft and peculiar.

The undead lit a torch, fearing magical lighting might trigger some magical trap; he had encountered such a situation in a previous expedition.

He nearly lost the last treasure he was exploring.

He moved forward along the road, entering a huge space, feeling disoriented as if many people had once moved in this space. His sight quickly scanned, finding eight huge pillars.

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