The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 79 - 73 I’ll Wait for You

79: Chapter 73 I’ll Wait for You

79 -73 I’ll Wait for You

At night, Lind poured himself a glass of precious wine from the former mayor of Prey Town, Ronin.

The glaze-colored bottle with its slender neck resembling a swan, was adorned with a few golden coils at its mouth.

The emblem etched onto the body of the bottle was that of some Old Nobility, perhaps with historical roots tracing back to legends of shields bearing family crests; but now, it merely served as an inexplicable decoration on a wine bottle.

There were no lacks of glass or silver cups, yet Lind preferred to use an oak cup, filling it to the brim, allowing the sour, sweet, and spicy flavors to flood into his mouth all at once, letting the spirit take over his mind.

The elegance of nobility had long been cast into the Abyss during those hunger-filled days, leaving behind only a spirit of hearty vigor.

Eat meat heartily, drink heartily, and then laugh boisterously.

“Ah, refreshing!”

The fine wine from the world before the apocalypse brought joy to Lind’s heart.

Old Pete held a small cup, accompanying Lind in his drink: “It seems the tavern is also making wine, as you said, the Undead really are God’s Knights.”

How could they not be God’s Knights, when just over half a month’s time they have brought about earth-shaking changes to Star Dragon Ridge, turning a starving land into one where there was enough food to make wine.

Lind smiled.

God’s Knights?

They could be, but on one condition—God must not show his health bar.

Making wine requires food, and in a post-apocalyptic world where even mutated food was scarce, how could anyone afford to waste it on wine-making when one could hardly find a piece of fresh-tasting tree bark?

Lind bit into a piece of fresh baked bread.

Old Pete’s cooking skills were not great, but since he washed his hands before cooking, Lind had always considered him the most reliable chef at Star Dragon Ridge.

He was also aware that the tavern had started to make wine and seemed to be planning to distill spirits.

Perhaps he would get to taste them; with distilled liquor, hygiene probably wasn’t too big of a concern.

Low-alcohol beverages just weren’t thrilling enough.

The tiny side effects in the food that could cause mutations were instantly eradicated by the Supernatural Power within Lind’s body, with stronger forces taking greater initiative.

As for the ordinary people within the territory, maybe after eating for a decade or so they might mutate, but who cared?

After quickly finishing dinner, Lind urgently convened an NPC meeting.

The operation of the blacksmith shop wasn’t an issue, at this stage, the Undead could smith on their own under Lian’s guidance.

Even though the blacksmith shop had opened, it did not require Lind to find someone to do the smithing, as the Undead enjoyed smithing themselves.

For other functions, they could only wait until he acquired enough knowledge from Lian.

Lian gazed at Lind with a mix of grievances; the booming business of the smithy had made her the highest-earning NPC following the Bunny-toothed Witch.

The cute Bunny-toothed Witch was very popular, but the blacksmith wife with more flavor was also quite competitive.

But to ascend further, she undoubtedly had to leverage her greatest advantage.

It seemed that the Lord was eager to taste her advantage, yet he restrained himself from trying.

Should she take the initiative herself?

Hmm, men!

Lind gave a few words of advice to Mico, emphasizing the techniques of selling Magic Potions.

But what he cared about most was something else.

“How are preparations for Leo’s promotion to Great Knight going?” Lind turned his head to Mico.

“Can we increase the success rate as much as possible?”

His own promotion had been a gamble; however, after observing Mico using the Undead to experiment with Two-Headed People Magic Potion, he realized that his own success had been a stroke of dumb luck.

If it failed, the Magic Potion ingested would produce an uncontrollable, frenzied backlash, rapidly integrating into the organs and tissues of the body, turning flesh into pus.

Eventually, even the brain and bones would dissolve into pus.

Mico looked at Lind with an exaggerated expression, as if to say, “Are you kidding me?”

“Alright,” Lind knew he was asking too much, “nine Hearts of Calamity?”

Not ordinary Hearts of Calamity, but those from the Great Knight rank.

Like the Magic Potion for Two-Headed People taken by the Undead, it also required Hearts of Calamity but wasn’t too strict—at least not at a boss level.

Currently, Lind only had one that met the requirements.

Finding nine bosses was not as simple as saying it.

“Cough cough,” Mico coughed lightly.

“You have one in your hand?” This scene seemed familiar, so Lind awoke to the realization immediately.

“Only one,” Mico held up a finger.

Lind nodded, the result did not exceed his expectations by much, but Mico’s bag of treasures really piqued his curiosity—just how many good items did she have?

With his own power temporarily at a standstill, Lind naturally thought of enhancing the strength of those by his side.

Himself, along with the witch Mico and the Mad Secret Emissary Renzo, made up only three at the Great Knight level of power.

Once 60 undead truly transformed into Two-Headed People, even if there was a wide gap in power, sheer numbers could bridge the divide.

Therefore, strengthening the nine soldiers by his side, who comprised his initial power base and were his staunch supporters, became the priority.

The nine Soldiers who had been through life and death with him were already thoroughly branded with Lind’s mark, and not even Her Majesty the Queen of Rand Kingdom could turn them.

Being promoted to Great Knight entailed mastery of power but also came with the risk of death.

Lind put the choice in the hands of the Soldiers, letting them decide for themselves.

The NPC internal meeting didn’t take long, and with the labor liberated by the undead, everyone had enough time to tend to their own affairs.

Lind stood up to leave the room.

The undead of the night did not sleep, and neither did he have time to.

“My lord~” Lian stood up and followed him.

Off to the side, Mico, who was considering how to squeeze more time to earn more money, saw this scene and her eyes lit up instantly.

At this stage it should have been Lian trying to get close to Lind, but Lind seemed to have some concerns—could it be the Lord had…?

“Should I prepare some potion for him?” Mico secretly gave herself a thumbs-up for her thoughtfulness, certain that no other witch in the whole world could match her dedication.

Charging a bit more should be reasonable then.

Standing in the night wind, Lind glanced at the distant lights twinkling.

The territory’s first Two-Headed Person “Sydney’s brother” was a little too excited.

He had taken the initiative to undertake the brute force tasks, saying that since he was only temporarily level 11, if he died he would drop back to level 10, so he must cling on to life until more allies appeared.

The work efficiency at Star Dragon Ridge had increased several folds with the addition of a mighty Two-Headed Person.

As Lind understood, the Two-Headed People had recently been mining frequently in a nearby abandoned mine, even doing intense labor for over ten hours today, which made Lind feel like he was a terrible person.

But the problem was, this wasn’t his command at all, it was purely because the other party had no tasks to perform.

Going to the Mad Wise Ones’ village to farm would earn the undead the disdain of others, thinking he was there to steal their experience—a waste.

He was afraid to explore for fear of dying, so he could only strut around inside Star Dragon Ridge.

“My lord~”

A gentle voice brushed from behind like an iron hook on Lind’s shoulder blade.

Amid the cold wind, Lian, wrapped tightly in her clothes, had her breath condense into mist only for it to be scattered by the chilly breeze.

The cold wind, a married woman—a part of Lind felt as if he could sense a scent of something.

Something burnt.

She moved a bit closer to Lind, his body like a furnace, both blocking the wind and providing warmth.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s still about the blacksmith shop.” She moved closer to Lind, “I’ve sorted some things out and tried to teach the undead, but they say their level isn’t high enough to understand, so I was hoping you could join us and take a look.”

Is it really about blacksmithing?

Lind nodded, “Fine, but I have other matters right now.”

“I’ll wait for you!”

Then, whether Lind agreed or not, Lian hugged her arms and ran towards the blacksmith shop, leaving behind a twisting running figure for Lind.

Bad girls shouldn’t be wasted, good girls shouldn’t be let down.

But the condition is that Lind truly had the time, unfortunately, he was really busy.

So busy that he couldn’t even find time to sleep.

The undead had been exploring frantically for the Heart of Calamity these past few days, turning up a basketful of problems that all required him to make judgments based on the circumstances.

The undead’s expansion of their field of vision was also his source of intelligence.

“Then you might have quite the wait.”