The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 71 - 65 Gold Badge Handwritten Poetry Collection and Magic Potion 5K_3

71: Chapter 65 Gold Badge, Handwritten Poetry Collection, and Magic Potion (5K)_3

71: Chapter 65 Gold Badge, Handwritten Poetry Collection, and Magic Potion (5K)_3

There were also the Two-Headed People, whose pathway might not be considered a mutation, although it had not been researched yet, but it might be considered 2.5 types.

The gain was really greater than expected.

“A very nice thank-you gift,” Lind nodded,” where are you going next?”

This was Ronin’s ransom for life, which Lind felt perfectly justified in receiving, since he could have found it even if Ronin had not given it to him.

Of course, he could not possibly shelter Ronin.

Without Ronin, Prey Town would be compliant; otherwise, who would own this place?

Letting Ronin leave was Lind’s final act of mercy.

“I’ll go to a distant cousin of mine,” Ronin’s answer was vague; he didn’t really want to disclose his plans to Lind.

“I wish you a smooth journey.”

The most pressing issue had been resolved for now, next…

an attractive face flashed in Lind’s mind.

Miss Miko!

What Magic Potion formulas, what ownership of Prey Town, none were as important as her!

She was a Pharmacist, the most precious…

…

Lind and Ronin left the cellar, and it was already bustling outside.

He could wait for Old Cheli to report to him about the details.

Everyone was gathered in the small square, each one crouching and holding their heads.

The Undead had already spontaneously found themselves things to do; it was just a pity that most of the Undead had died, and it would take continuous time to run over from Star Dragon Ridge, definitely not enough manpower for now.

The soldiers of Prey Town watched Lind and Ronin come out together, and were somewhat numb.

How many lords were going to change in one day.

They hadn’t even had the chance to get to know them, and the boss had changed.

The majority still hoped Ronin would continue as the lord, although he was heavily exploitative, he also provided protection.

The new lord was too ruthless; it was frightening.

“Can I take my brother with me?” Ronin looked at his brother Lock and turned to ask Lind.

“He is not my prisoner;” Lind indicated that Ronin could do as he pleased.

The two brothers supported each other as they left.

The town gate opened, the departing brothers’ silhouette gave the crouching residents hope; they stretched their necks, eagerly watching the gate.

But hope was mingled with fear; Ronin and his brother were not afraid of the Calamity, Wanderers, and others outside, but they were just ordinary people, going out was courting death.

What would happen if they stayed?

They wouldn’t be skinned and drained of blood, would they?

An Undead approached Lind: “Lord.”

“Hmm?”

The Undead pointed at the departing brothers at the gate, then rubbed its own neck: “Ney Zutet?”

“Keep your word, let them leave.”

It had to be said, this group of Undead really loved to add their own drama; they truly embodied the idea that all roles are seized.

Lind scanned the crouching residents at the scene, fewer than a hundred, but that was already quite a few.

These were all people, and unlike the Undead.

He approached Old Cheli, and as the latter bent over in respectful waiting, he began, “Have everyone register and record detailed information, including name, age, origin, livelihood, skills, and so forth.”

“Yes,” Old Cheli nodded.

All he needed to do now was agree.

“Also,” Lind inquired, “has Miss Miko left Prey Town?”

Old Cheli’s eyes widened as he looked at Lind.

I never expected you to be such a Lord!

…

The last time they met was in the dead of night, but the Bunny-toothed Witch had left a deep impression on Lind.

Whether it was her charmingly na�ve face, small bunny teeth, silver-white hair, or her hamster attribute pockets.

Her appearance hadn’t changed much upon meeting again, only under the cool sunlight her features seemed more distinct.

Lind could sense the faint aura about her.

Unexpectedly, Miss Miko was also a “Great Knight” class powerhouse; he had just been too ordinary last time to notice.

“Miss Miko, I apologize for the abrupt invitation, please don’t be offended.”

As Lind spoke, he glanced at the Undead gathering around in the distance.

Luckily, most of them had respawned, otherwise, this place would certainly be encircled thrice over.

The situation wasn’t great now either, each of them behaving as though they had never seen a woman before.

“Lord Lind, I’m not sure what you want from me?” Miss Miko looked up at Lind, slightly displeased.

Why did this man have to be so tall!

Looking up at someone’s neck is really tiring.

“Perhaps, Miss Miko, you might be interested in making Magic Potions?” Lind said, “I’d like to hire you as the pharmacist for Star Dragon Ridge Outpost.”

“Ingredients, Gold Badge tickets, Magic Potions…” Miss Miko counted on her fingers, not believing that Lind from half a month ago could produce what she wanted.

Even if he could produce them, at most he would concoct one batch of Magic Potion?

That’s hardly worth her time; she was only interested in finding her next job now.

“That’s no problem at all!” Lind declared, “Be it Heart of Calamity, magic herbal medicine, mutant plants, or any part of Calamity, nothing is a problem.”

The Undead could take care of themselves, and they never tired of it.

Miko sniffed, irritated, this man never spoke a true word!

He probably had one or two batches of Magic Potion ingredients at most, claiming nothing was a problem, but it was merely his own boastful talk.

“How many do you want to make?”

“At least…

sixty batches!”

“How many!!”

Lind seemed to see large bunny ears suddenly erecting on her head.

“Sixty batches!

And that’s just a preliminary estimate, it will only increase later.”

But Miko had already begun her internal storm: skimp one ingredient per Magic Potion, sixty means sixty, plus there are losses, meaning at least seventy to eighty ingredients as profit, even if she returns…

it wouldn’t be a problem!

Her eyes grew brighter, and her gaze at Lind slowly changed.

Indeed, tall people are reliable, more so than stingy and tricky short fatties like Ronin.

She had wasted so much time trying to get benefits from Ronin.

“Moreover, I hope that Miss Miko could provide other Magic Potions,” Lind continued, “as well as help with researching other Magic Potion formulas.”

“You have other Magic Potion formulas?”

Miko looked at Lind, appreciating his looks!