The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 172 - 172 158 The Miner's Path

172: Chapter 158: The Miner’s Path 172: Chapter 158: The Miner’s Path “Oh?” Lind only knew of two magic schools up until now.

One was the Sky Star Magic School, where Miss Miko ca from.

Although Miss Miko’s skills were not very high, she was from the Magic Land after all.

The other was the Far East Magic School where Ghost Selena resided, where the Flying Dragons, which were creatures of legend in the Rand Kingdom, were used to pull carts.

Precious Cursed Weapons like the Banshee’s Horn were sothing you could co into casual contact with at the Far East Magic School.

“What’s the na of the school?” Lind was very interested in Do.

“Tomorrow’s Magic School,” Milan said with undisguised scorn.

“He’s also a madman, a raving lunatic, pretending to be the principal.”

“Pretending?

He doesn’t understand magic?”

“He understands magic,” Milan said.

“His students can learn magic too, but it’s not a real magic school.

He’s just a book thief, treating those students like cattle and sheep.”

Lind took a longer look at Milan, thinking that Milan was engaging in indirect criticism.

After all, Lind himself was also pretending to be the mayor of Newbie Village, coincidentally treating the Undead as beasts of burden.

“Why don’t you ever go to Soul Valley?” Lind did not dwell too much on the topic of cattle and sheep.

He was quite certain he had never heard of Soul Valley, so there was a great chance Do made it up himself.

Milan’s expression grew serious.

“There are ghosts.”

Ghosts, those things of legend, just so happened that Lind had one too, which would co out and sing if put in water.

“Ghosts, Soul Valley really does seem worth the visit.”

Ghost Selena from the Banshee’s Horn could also be summoned by him, but there was one problem: in the Banshee’s dream, Selena could communicate and chat freely, but outside the Illusionary Realm, she would turn into bait, singing nonstop.

So magic must have caused Selena to be this way, Lind could not willingly enter the dream again; he needed to restore her consciousness to normal if he wanted to communicate with Selena.

If the ‘book thief’ Do had knowledge about souls, Lind wouldn’t mind eting with him.

Just like the Milan now being pointed at the head with a crossbow, Lind believed the other party would be very eager to communicate properly.

“Write down your Magic Potion recipe,” Lind took out paper and pen.

Lind was very dissatisfied with the Pharmacists of the Leon Territory; the Magic Potion recipe was just for the Great Knight, who was rely adept at wielding Sun’s Testant.

“Then you’ll accept my loyalty?” Milan took the paper and pen, bending over to write.

If Lind accepted his loyalty, Milan could continue to be with Serene.

Even if the Lord he served changed, as long as Serene didn’t, it was fine.

Miss Milan was quite devoted, after all.

It was a pity Lind didn’t give it a thought and flatly refused, “I don’t need the loyalty of soone who can surrender without batting an eye.”

Without any torture, he surrendered as soon as he was caught, and at that ti, Leon wasn’t even dead yet.

Such a person was like a ticking ti bomb.

Without any ans to restrain him, Lind would rather not use him, unwilling to blindly wield an Upper Rank’s power for re greed.

Milan wanted to retort: Then why can you imdiately accept the Undead’s surrender?

When it ca to surrendering, the Undead were much faster than her, and without any burden.

“I could let you et with Serene.”

“Who, who wants to see him anyway!”

Yikes, Lind’s teeth ached.

He really couldn’t deal with the capriciousness of a tsundere, especially one who was not particularly attractive.

The straightforwardly reticent Milan swiftly wrote down the Magic Potion recipe.

“Rune ssenger?”

Lind held the paper, flicked it with his fingers, and it made a rustling sound.

It included the recipes for two types of Magic Potions, the “Rune ssenger” and the “Upper Rank Rune ssenger.”

Besides that, there were two other abilities, “Rune Inscription” and “Stealth.”

He looked at Milan, waiting for her to explain.

“Rune Inscription involves carving Mystic Runes and imbuing them with power to give a weapon the equivalent force of a Blessed Weapon,” Milan explained.

Having soone explain the use of the ability was clearly more convenient than figuring it out himself.

“Like this one?” Lind held up his crossbow, pointing to the magic runes on it.

“Weapons carved with Mystic Runes are more easily destroyed,” she shook her head lightly, indicating that the crossbow truly was a Blessed Weapon.

Lind turned and left, returning with a heavy crossbow in his hands.

The heavy crossbow, placed on the table in front of Milan, made a dull “thud” sound.

“Try,” he said.

Milan hesitated.

“It’ll take at least two or three days.”

“Will the effect be like this one?” Lind once again presented the crossbow.

“It will be less,” Milan nodded.

That’s no use at all!

To craft a crossbow capable of adding a minor attribute in two or three days, Lind didn’t need Mystic Runes at all.

He could simply sar oil on the arrowhead, light it, and achieve the sa effect.

“Mystic Runes?

Where do they co from?”

“They are imprints from Blessed Weapons.”

Lind nodded, getting a rough idea of the function of Rune Inscription.

It was a profession even less inclined to combat than the Supply Fla Knight, though it still fell under the category of Great Knights.

Yet, it wasn’t much different from a Wizard.

But, Lind had to admit, he found the ability sowhat interesting.

As for “Stealth,” it was even simpler: it allowed one to conceal their tracks and move almost invisibly.

Among the Great Knight abilities Lind had acquired in the past, the two skills had significant relevance, whether it was the flas from the Sun’s Testant, the chains of the Supply Fla Knight, or the Furnace of the Supply Fla Knight.

However, the Rune ssenger was completely different—one skill could create Mystic Rune Weapons, while the other allowed for Stealth.

“The Rune Overlord still exists in this world…” Then Milan spoke up, and his words made Lind think of Renzo.

As a Mad Secret Emissary, Renzo worshipped the Dianmi Overlord, and there were many similarities between the two.

Even Lind himself, as a Supply Fla Knight, worshipped the Furnace Lord.

It seed many gods of religions preferred to call themselves “Dominus.”

“Isn’t there a matching set of poems?

Like how your religion advertises,” Lind gave an example, “such as the Sun Church’s ‘Praise the Sun.'”

“It’s in Do’s hands.

He needs to fill the library of the magic school,” Milan explained: “Not just , but all of us, including Lord Leon, are in his collected library; Lord Leon trusts him a lot.”

“Leon?!”

The level 44 Iris Flower, who had surpassed the Hero Tier as the plague virus carrier.

Now Lind had one more reason to head to Crying Town and the School of Magic tomorrow.

The Leon Territory was about to beco the Dragon Territory, perhaps that ‘book thief’ was a wise man who understood the tis, which would also avoid unnecessary conflict.

When faced with Lind himself, Lind was confident he could make the other recognize the situation.

…

In the Starlet mine, the Undead had worked day and night to clear the rubble, finally revealing a crooked mine tunnel to everyone’s eyes.

The Magic Potions for recovery were almost depleted, and everyone’s tolerance had been pushed to the limit.

Standing at the deford mine tunnel entrance and looking in, there was only a darkness capable of swallowing one’s sight.

My n would not lag behind, holding torches and entering the mine first.

The light from the torches hit the walls and reflected back, jerking before their eyes.

Even with the torches, visibility in the mine was still quite limited, a few ters at most, and walking required stooping to avoid accidentally hitting one’s head on the stone.

The other Undead followed one after another, holding their breath and paying close attention to anything that might pounce from the darkness.

Bodies, bodies, and more bodies.

Stepping on a swollen maggot-like creature made my n’s hearts skip a beat, but after they moved their feet away, it beca clear that these were just strange bugs.

However, the bugs were already motionless on the ground, dead long before their arrival.

The power of the Abyss was far more terrifying than imagined; all life in the mine had not escaped its reach.

Continuing forward, it was hard to estimate how far they had gone, and it was undeniable that the path inside the mine was winding and turning.

However, the space had gradually beco larger, gradually capable of accommodating several people walking side by side.

The exposed ores made the Undead’s eyes shine.

The mining would accelerate the progress of Main City construction, starting today!

“Let’s go further inside,” my n said, “Wasn’t there talk of infected people rushing in before?

If they’re not dead, then we’re in trouble.”

The others thought this made sense, so they resisted the urge to start mining imdiately and continued exploring.

The huge, spacious area was more like a village where people gathered to live than a mine.

“Over here, co and look!” My n were the first to spot sothing unusual and imdiately called their teammates over.

The corpses twisted as if trying to contort themselves into knots, covered in wounds, clearly having gone through so struggle.

Looking at the twisted bodies, the Abyss’s howl echoed faintly in their ears, causing their spirits to uncontrollably tremble along.

The peculiar feeling was like the ticking of a clock in a silent room, each tick striking their hearts.

“They’re all dead,” my n quickly redirected their attention.

Anyone could tell there had been a fierce battle here.

The uninvited guests from the Abyss had won through overwhelming slaughter.

Unfortunately, the visitors from the Abyss couldn’t stay long and ended up in this mutual downfall.

The other Undead wouldn’t miss the opportunity before them; they started a cleanup-like scavenging trip.

Almost every box was turned upside down.

“What is this?”

“Looks like a Magic Potion formula!”

“A miner’s path?

But I don’t know how to make Magic Potions.”

“How about giving it to Miss Miko?”