The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 820 - 575: All Are Humanoid Red-Name Monster【?】

Chapter 820: Chapter 575: All Are Humanoid Red-Name Monster【?】

The old woman in the sackcloth told her story.

"A few years ago, I was just an ordinary seamstress, buying some coarse cloth to sew clothes on this land, barely making any money each month. Don’t be fooled by the fact that we’re close to that Magic Castle, we actually don’t enjoy any benefits from it. Those big shots flying back and forth never bother to look at us."

"How did you end up living here?"

"Don’t be hasty, the story has just begun." She licked her lips, her coarse tongue scraping over her needle-sharp teeth, passing her swollen, festering wounds of lips.

"When I was young, I had faith. But later, because we couldn’t get enough to eat, I turned to money. I know people like you look down upon us."

"No." Diao, the Dark Great Mage who was sealed, shook his head, "We are all the same."

Earthlings’ worship of money is definitely no less than that of the people in this world.

"Sounds surprising." The old woman in the sackcloth continued, "Then the sky fell, you should understand, a few years ago, the Ring of Magic."

"Mm-hmm."

"Just like that!" She raised her hands to illustrate, "Fell down, piece by piece, just like that!"

Her tone escalated.

"As the only one in my family without faith, I was cursed, turning me into what I am now. The curse made my already bulky body even more bloated, gave me teeth that get stuck when eating meat, and rough claws that can’t hold a needle. I was only 17 then, I even had my own fiancé, but everything changed after that day. They brought the Wizards from the Magic Castle, hoping they could eliminate me."

She paused as a giant jug flew over, filling her bowl with wine.

Gulping it down.

Wine spilled from her mouth which couldn’t close properly, seeping through her dense teeth, soaking the table. Probably half the bowl of wine was wasted like this.

"Ah!" She exhaled in satisfaction.

"I don’t look like a girl at all, old and ugly, right? Those wizard masters captured me, keeping me in a cage in the cellar. Right there, if you look down from the watchtower, you can see a dungeon on the ground, blatantly uncovered. Aside from me, there were many other things in there, none of them human, hence I, being locked with them, was also not human."

"No." The Undead shook his head, "You are human, and you are a good person."

Everything can lie, except for the Red-Name Monster.

Despite her hideous appearance, her actions and invitations to meals show she surely bore no ill intent.

"Glad to hear you say that, you must try white roses soaked in wine." She smiled happily, "I used to pick white roses and weave them into garlands. Later, I found soaking them in wine tastes better, but don’t soak them too long, or they get an unremovable bitterness."

A jug of wine flew over, filling the Undead’s cup.

Alongside was hazelnut-stewed chicken.

"Thank you for your hospitality." The Undead took a sip, though there was no bonus, the taste pleased him.

He couldn’t resist and took another sip.

"I think what happened to you might have nothing to do with faith." The Undead said, "I know many without faith who even hunt deities as their job. The deities are too busy looking after their own people to get mad at you for not worshiping them."

Heretics are probably more despised by deities than non-believers.

"How could that be possible!" The old woman in sackcloth was astonished, then noticed the Undead’s changing expressions.

"I’ve killed a few myself." He spoke lightly and casually, as if mentioning a trivial matter.

If you count the recent terrifying battle that changed Northern lands with a flood, he got at least ten assists.

We are truly strong together with Lind.

Emotions surged within the old woman.

"What happened then?" he asked.

"All the wizards were shouting that the world was ending." She spread her hands, "All of them! Then some ran away, using magic teleportation or other means, messy and chaotic, the sky was crowded with people. But some went mad, I must warn you they are now hiding in that Magic Castle; although they usually nap and avoid showing up, don’t assume they do nothing. I saw them a few times. Have you heard of the Legendary Mage? There are several of them."

"Sounds impressive."

Higher-ranked wizards, representing stronger magic outputs, meant as a Glass Cannon, he could have more powerful attack potentials.

The old woman in sackcloth opened her mouth several times, finally deciding to continue her story.

"In any case, everything ended. I escaped the dungeon, luckily, I still remembered the way home and ran all the way. Though my body had become bulky, I was fortunate enough to easily climb over mountains. I went back home, but all my family was dead."

"I’m very sorry."

"They treated me as a monster, but I don’t blame them at all." It was hard to say the voice bore no resentment.

But it was certainly only a bit of resentment, more was regret.

"Then I ran back; the things locked up by the Magic School started escaping, running in many directions." She said, "I saw several wizards recently, but I don’t know how they plan to leave, maybe flying? I definitely can’t do that, so I stayed here."