The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 195 - 195 181 The Stone Door Leading to the Undergro

195: Chapter 181: The Stone Door Leading to the Underground Tomb 195: Chapter 181: The Stone Door Leading to the Underground Tomb Star Dragon City, Lord’s Hall.

Lind was tasting a specialty dish from an NPC tavern, a sweet little cake.

As a food recomnded passionately by Miss Brittany, a gourmand, it had beco one of the signature desserts of the tavern, attracting many Undead to check-in.

Similar specialty shops would increase in number; not all Undead were keen on killing, and so shops with an entertainnt nature were equally essential.

“Try it,” Lind pushed the small plate with the cake on it forward, “Miss Glutton Brittany believes that being full can make one feel happy.”

Sitting opposite him was Reed, his expression full of guilt.

“Sir,” Reed glanced at the cake, then lowered his head.

His voice bitter, “I ssed up.”

“No one succeeds all the ti.” Lind stood up and walked toward him, his stature becoming more robust with his growing strength, even on the verge of surpassing the limits of ordinary people.

Reed, also a Great Knight from the path of Sun’s Testant, seed sowhat frail in front of him.

Lind put his hand on Reed’s shoulder, his heavy hand pressing down slightly on Reed’s body.

“We have a brother who went mad; he tried to kill us, and we couldn’t even see the enemy as we fell into chaos.

In the end, it was up to you to co forward, once again…”

Every war involved Lind personally; to the soldiers, it was a form of disgrace that they couldn’t protect their noble lord and even required the lord himself to charge into battle.

“We are brothers,” Lind turned around, “I will show up when you’re in danger, and I believe you would do the sa for .”

“Of course!” Reed nodded emphatically, never doubting this.

Lind had proven this countless tis with his actions.

And they were equally willing to reciprocate with actions.

The camaraderie, shared life and death, seed more precious in the apocalypse.

“I fully recognize your decisive response, you didn’t let a brother die, minimized our losses, and remained composed even against spirits we had never seen before.

This story might not be sung by Bards, but I will keep it in my heart.”

Lind picked up another small cake, “Really won’t have one?

You would like the taste.”

Reed shook his head; he had no appetite.

Seeing Reed’s uneasy state, Lind said, “How about I recomnd you a book?”

“I don’t know many words,” Reed said, sowhat helplessly.

“It’s all illustrations, drawn very delicately.”

Undead were already painting here, like that large iron gate in the lord’s hall.

Artists were exuding their own charm here.

However, the book Lind recomnded was from Do’s bookshelf collection and its content was quite vulgar.

“Rember Boyd?” Lind’s urge to push the book beca stronger; it seed the more soone else disliked it, the more he wanted to push it on them.

“That one…

uh…

Court Painter?” Reed looked up.

“This book is by him,” Lind winked at Reed.

“If you insist” Reed forced a smile, “I am sowhat interested in books.”

“Haha, that’s more like it,” Lind stuffed another piece of cake into his mouth, savoring the sweetness that was hard to co by, as life in this world was hard enough.

Reed also picked up a piece of cake; he understood what Lind ant, burying his self-bla deep inside, waiting for the next ti, determined to earnestly repay Lind’s kindness.

Speaking of Boyd, everyone in the City of Gold, especially n heading to special places, knew of him.

His works hung on the walls of those shops, easily enflaming the passions of those who looked.

It was said that Boyd was quite a study of postures, and his works were considered as training manuals by shop owners for their employees.

It was also said that Boyd had noble blood, which made him the only Court Painter appointed to paint full-body portraits of all Lords and Nobles.

He had been involved with countless n and won.

Lind had Boyd paint a full-body portrait when he was 17, and when he inherited the Baron’s position, he was to receive a second one, and thereafter, he would have one each year and at every major event.

His impression of Boyd was not just that of a lewd master, he rembered him as very creative and sowhat detached from the era, saying drunkenly one day, “There exists no Kingdom that will never perish.”

If the King had heard this, even though he was Hedwin’s biological son, he would have been severely punished.

Lind kept that saying to himself and never spoke of it to outsiders.

The atmosphere lightened slightly, and Reed spoke up again, “Back then, we had him trapped, Biber, a very perceptive young man from the Second Legion, skilled with a battle ax and a spear.”

Knowing he was going to continue, Lind made a swallowing motion, the “gulp” sowhat loud, the kind of cake-eating visage that would surely have Miss Brittany scolding him about why he didn’t just drink porridge, which didn’t need chewing.

“Then Biber broke control and escaped his bonds,” Reed continued.

“He ran out from Crying Town, and we chased him closely all the way deep into Soul Valley, the valley walls were closing in, and we soon reached a dead end, I suspect we were right under the reverse heights.

At that dead end, dozens of spirits were wandering, weapons clashing against each other.”

Lind suddenly sat up straight, this was different from what Morena had said, there was no need for the other to deceive him, everything would be revealed once Reed returned.

“What happened then?”

“Biber seed guided by sothing, at the dead end there was a stone door, like one leading to an underground tomb.”

“The kid couldn’t beat us, but he kept wailing until the stone door opened, the combating spirits outside picked up their dropped heads and arms, floated back through the stone door, and we finally managed to disengage.”

As Reed spoke, he seed to return to the end of Soul Valley, they then thought they had reached a montary safety, not expecting a gust of wind suddenly pressing out of the stone door, then those battling spirits surged over together.

They galloped on horseback while glancing back.

The naless spirit foes were pursuing them from behind, the no-light area made it hard to see further, but the trembling sound coming from the spirits was dizzying.

So Catastrophe Warhorses were ignited into a frenzy by the strange atmosphere, completely breaking control, and soon after, the Great Knights lost balance and fell together with their horses.

Reed had no choice but to stop to help, but ended up surrounded by the attacking spirits.

Eventually, he chose to lay down on the ground, the spirits skimd just over his scalp and completely scrambled their escape formation, the cold wind in the valley howling, causing hearts to tremble.

Panic and the howling wind spread on the ground, those like Reed, helpless against the spirits, eventually endured until the mont the spirits were pulled back by the force inside the stone door.

They no longer pondered whether they could complete the Lord’s task, staying any longer would inevitably bring more trouble and danger, fortunately, by that ti, the out-of-control Biber had returned to normal, which was why Reed and the others could co back.

Lind listened to the report, a tomb at the end of Soul Valley was beyond his expectations.

Related to spirits, it might imply sothing linked to Morena’s magical thods, possibly related to the Magic Potion path, or maybe to the Blessed Weapon or Cursed Weapon paths.

Today, all that is unusual is worth close attention.

Lind was keen to visit, but before that, he needed a ans to harm spirits.

His conversation with Reed was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps coming their way.

“Sir!”

“What is it?” Lind recognized him as the Soldier he had instructed to keep watch in the plaza, to report any strange occurrences to him.

“Many of the Undead had died, they had been around the pond for a short while before their bodies burst open.”

Lind’s eyes lit up, a lot had died?

A lot dying ant that many had gone there.

“What was their reaction?” Lind asked.

The man hesitated for a while before answering, “They seed happy, a bit reluctant, and a portion, due to not having enough points, had already gone to the guild to take on missions.”