The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 72 - 66 Very White

72: Chapter 66 Very White

72 -66 Very White

Old Cheli doesn’t give off a good impression, being sharp-tongued, fond of scheming.

But today, Lind found several merits in him: strong insight, articulate, flexible thinking, and the ability to know his place.

It is difficult to find someone who thinks in this magic wasteland, as most people’s muscles tend to work faster than their brains.

Lind watched Old Cheli arranging and delivering his speech.

He needed the population to increase, so calming the residents of Prey Town became very important.

In playing the role of a brave leader, a speaker, Lind could do it effortlessly by following his bloodline and instincts.

He could rouse the fearful to be impassioned, and inspire people like a lion leading his pride.

As if standing beside golden wheat bathed in sunlight, wrapped in holy light…

Undead were already describing him this way.

But everybody has their specialization.

This method works with believers, but for those at the bottom, scraping by like dung beetles, their parched souls won’t be revived by charisma alone, only self-interest can do that.

A place to sleep well, enough food for tomorrow, and so forth.

Old Cheli used a mix of threats and promises in his speech, which Lind could tell just by listening to the side-comments from the Undead.

“You wouldn’t want that, would you?” had almost become Old Cheli’s catchphrase.

“This Mayor Old Cheli feels too familiar, couldn’t be someone from our past lives, right?” The Undead looked at Old Cheli differently, meaning he might be toyed with by the Undead and have a tough time ahead.

Lind couldn’t help but nod internally, the flavor was indeed quite strong.

Although he disdained threatening a bunch of people who could barely fight, he had to admit Old Cheli saved him a lot of effort.

The radiant Old Cheli failed to see any issues with his words, lightly patting his filthy plush robe as if he were an elegant Noble adjusting his gold-embroidered long robe, while wrapping up his speech:

“…there won’t be many changes in Prey Town, life won’t change much, and you can trust Lord Lind and his Knights.

Lord Lind also promises to give you more help than before.”

Lind turned to look at Miss Miko, who once again had that exaggeratedly huge bundle on her back.

The Bunny-toothed Witch really did harvest a lot of good things in Prey Town.

“When are we going to your territory?”

“We’ll leave in a bit.”

The walls of Prey Town are too low, the Soldiers too weak, the location too remote.

Lind simply found no reason to stay.

He also wanted to replenish the NPCs at Star Dragon Ridge, but clearly couldn’t take everyone with him.

Rather, he saw this place as a second gathering spot for the Undead, to satisfy the urge some have to run back and forth.

Getting closer to the Undead was necessary but not too close; the proper distance was hard to gauge, and he was experimenting from multiple angles.

“What else are you looking for?” The Bunny-toothed Witch asked Lind, as she seemed to think that the most valuable things in Prey Town were already in his hands.

Magic Potion recipes and all of Ronin’s existing Magic Potions.

Oh, right, since the Bunny-toothed Witch would be fully in charge of brewing Magic Potions from now on, half of those potions were hers.

Taking half the materials as a processing fee seemed fair…

Of course, the processing fee would be paid by Lind separately; this “processing fee” was something he decided on his own.

“Just some basic components,” Lind said while waiting for Old Cheli to bring the registration information.

Based on his guess, if Prey Town truly had a full setup like other Newbie Villages, then a signboard, Pharmacist, merchant, and Blacksmith were essentials.

Merchant Old Cheli.

Pharmacist Miko.

Signboard…

No one said the signboard had to be a beauty, so whether Mad Wolf, Ronin, or the Lock brothers, it seems anyone could take up the role.

Lind was leaning toward Mad Wolf and had even, upon the appearance of both Mad Wolf and the New Nobility, sensed a development pattern that instinctively felt off to him.

Maybe…

the rise of the New Nobility bringing change to the world was an unstoppable trend.

Maybe…

the Old Nobility, like the Calamity, would become the main antagonists?

He hoped he was wrong.

According to the basic rules of the game, isn’t it standard that as new powers emerge, players sweep away the remnants of the old gods in what’s more in line with the “main narrative”?

Lind carefully shifted his attention and continued to research how to improve the competitiveness of Star Dragon Ridge.

Step by step, if necessary.

Worst case scenario, he could abandon his martial arts and announce that he was a half-blood, hence not among the Goliath Nobles.

After all, he held the final say.

The last necessary component was the Blacksmith, who could help repair weapons, sell them, and handle equipment forging, upgrades, and enhancements.

It’s not that he was making up needs; other Newbie Villages had already seen similar characters.

What others have, Star Dragon Ridge must also have.

Who says a makeshift team can’t develop?

Right now, Star Dragon Ridge is the best developed among the bunch of Newbie Villages, even if his Newbie Village might be a knockoff.

While waiting, Lind still made a point of asking a local Soldier, “Does Prey Town have a Blacksmith?”

“Yes.”

“Bring him to me!”

“But he was killed during the siege battle under your command.”

Fuck!

Undead, do you guys know what you’ve done!

Lind took a deep breath, “Who taught him blacksmithing?

Is his master or apprentice still alive?”

“His wife is still alive.”

“I’ll go see his wife.”

In Lind’s mind, maybe the blacksmith’s wife wore a headscarf, wrapped in an apron, with one hand holding red-hot tongs and the other swinging a huge hammer, raising an odor of sweat every time she lifted her arm, and laughing with a sound like a barbell.

But when he actually saw the blacksmith’s wife, he felt he was really superficial.

She was rather pretty, delicate and demure, with an air of the literati about her.

There was a strong scent of a married woman about her.

“My lord,” the blacksmith’s wife looked at Lind with calm eyes, without a hint of resentment; perhaps she had long anticipated this day.

Lind was timely in his arrival, as he found the blacksmith’s wife packing up her belongings—had she already found someone new?

“What did the blacksmith leave behind?” Lind’s gaze returned from the blacksmith’s wife, not particularly beautiful; far from comparing with his fiancée Tione, or with the cute and naive Miss Miko.

But Miss Miko was untouchable.

A man deprived of meat and fish for years couldn’t bear such temptations, and he believed that after being promoted to Great Knight, every aspect of his body had been enhanced, including desires and impulses.

Lind had to pry his eyes away from her fair wrist.

He admitted that after seeing her fair arm, he thought about…

well, Lu Xun was right, he did indeed feel that way now.

“Some of his tools are in there,” the blacksmith’s wife looked back and said.

“Lian!

I’m here for you!” A voice outside shouted, but upon seeing Lind, it immediately quieted down.

Not even daring to look at the blacksmith’s wife, the figure turned and ran.

It was so abrupt that it left one unable to react.

What’s he running for?

“Your husband?” Lind turned to look at the fleeing figure and asked with a chuckle.

“A suitor,” the blacksmith’s wife said with a melancholic expression.

A woman who found a replacement right after her husband’s death had to be quite shrewd.

Moreover, to stay clean and well-dressed even amidst the apocalypse, showed her capabilities.

It was clear the man had mistaken Lind’s intentions for the blacksmith’s wife, giving her up without a second thought.

Lind didn’t care about her romantic life; after a serious look at the blacksmith’s tools, he concluded that maintaining weapons and forging them were two different skills.

Even with the tools, he wouldn’t know how to forge.

“How much do you know about blacksmithing?” Lind asked casually.

“Almost everything,” the blacksmith’s wife pulled up her sleeve, revealing her creamy and slender arm.

So white.

Lind’s gaze was drawn in, and then settled on her face, “Just know?”

Noticing the wavering in Lind’s gaze, her lips curved slightly, “I cannot forge; he didn’t want me to.

But he often talked to me about his craft, and after hearing it and seeing it so much, I learned it.”

The fact that the lord’s gaze made her somewhat joyful; perhaps losing a husband who was like a waste wasn’t such a bad thing after all, especially when there was a better prospect before her.

“Work for me,” Lind said.

“I don’t need you to forge, but I do need your knowledge.

I will guarantee your survival, at least not worse than before.”

“My honor, my lord!” Her voice was buoyant, which puzzled Lind a bit.

But he didn’t pay it much mind.

Although he didn’t have a blacksmith, he could train one himself; it wasn’t a big problem.

Having dealt with the blacksmith issue, there was no need for Lind to stay any longer, so he was ready to head back to Star Dragon Ridge.

But upon seeing Miss Miko, blacksmith’s wife Lian felt a surge of crisis.

Such a strong competitor!

Prettier and whiter than herself, it was only that her figure wasn’t quite as prominent.

Perhaps the lord preferred someone like her.

She glanced at Lind’s robust back, her gaze slowly snared by his handsome and rugged profile.