The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 238 - 238 206 Bug Transport Magic Circle

238: Chapter 206 Bug Transport Magic Circle 238: Chapter 206 Bug Transport Magic Circle The lousy card ga made Riff’s mood extrely poor.

Since everything had been slowing down recently, life in Star Dragon City had also beco much easier, but only in terms of living conditions.

The intangible boulder pressing on people’s hearts was growing heavier.

The entire territory had beco dreary, and people sought to relieve stress by drowning themselves in drink or gambling heavily during their spare ti.

Then there was a certain unntionable diversion.

It’s just that the Lord preferred they leave heirs behind, and the Great Knights happened to be the best choice for ordinary won to lead a better life.

When it ca to choosing a spouse, everyone was extra cautious.

The Lord had mounted his two-legged Flying Dragon and disappeared into the horizon a few days ago, leaving no news, which made everyone uneasy, yet no one thought any danger was involved.

Perhaps the Lord would ride the two-legged Flying Dragon right over Snake Catcher Fortress and then return to Goliath.

Maybe…

Many maybes.

“I’ve got to get these guys drunk!” Riff certainly didn’t want to incur heavy debts on his rare days off.

He had ways to obtain distilled spirits and best forgive these fellows with his “big belly” while everyone was too groggy to see the cards clearly.

His luck and card skills were terrible, but he could hold his liquor quite well.

Riff was beginning to loathe the form of entertainnt left behind by the now-vanished Undead.

The square card gas continuously stripped away his money, and now all that he had left to bet was to wash these few n’s underwear.

He couldn’t even wash his own underwear well, and he never understood why these bastards were so insistent on having a rough man like him do such work.

“I’m gonna get the drinks.” Realizing that the current hand was visibly rotten, Riff took the initiative to stand up.

He pushed his chair back and threw out the undealt cards first, scratching his head haphazardly to prevent any objections from the others.

The others were all forr infantryn from the Second Legion, and although they saw through Riff’s sche, they could only grumble a few words because Riff always managed to find good liquor.

After all, Riff was one of the first nine to follow the Lord.

There were no more Undead in the tavern, but Blacksmiths, Pharmacists, and Warriors were becoming increasingly common, listlessly squandering their ti away.

This kind of life was actually much harder than the one before the Calamity.

It’s just that after the Calamity, when they had beco used to living each day on edge, the sudden “ease” and even the concept of vacations were sothing they were struggling to adapt to.

Riff made his way through the crowd and saw Ludo the Dwarf, who was singing songs to amuse the children.

The Dwarf stood on the table, belting out a tune in high spirits, and no one mocked his short stature—in this world, everyone was a monster.

A decent pitch, is it a baritone or a bass?

His tin ear couldn’t tell.

He guessed that Ludo must have been clenching his buttocks when singing that particular line because when he had once asked Ludo for singing tips, Ludo’s response involved tightening up the posterior as if a finger was intruding uninvited, and one had to tense up to guard against it.

After hearing such a peculiar thod of practice, Riff suppressed the urge to learn.

He slapped his hands over his head in a random rhythm, praising Ludo’s butt-clenching singing technique.

Riff went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of liquor; he knew all too well that old Pete would not hesitate to curse him out once he found out, perhaps even invoking his grandmother’s na.

Back when their group only had ten people, old Pete was always willing to sneak a portion of at his way because he was the youngest and always the most cared for.

Now that eating at was no issue, that guy would begrudge a few bottles of liquor!

As Riff was preparing to return to the table, he caught sight of a figure.

Mr.

Do, the hero of the Undead siege campaign, had charged forward with a sword as a Wizard, blowing the horn to aid the Lord.

But Riff also knew that the man was a mad Wizard, his research many tis crazier than Miss Miko, Miss Brittany, and others.

So most of the ti, he kept his distance from Do.

The figure hurried in, dressed in a long white robe, with a white beard and white hair, imdiately attracting the attention of everyone present upon entering; people started whispering, and it was obvious that the topic of conversation had shifted to Do.

Wizards were mysterious within the Rand Kingdom, and in the territories after the Calamity, they were equally enigmatic, undertaking various incomprehensible tasks.

In short, anything inexplicable could be attributed to “Magic.”

Under the archway of the tavern built with mud bricks and wooden blocks, Do was looking for sothing.

“Mr.

Do?” Riff took the initiative to walk over as he felt that among those present, probably only he could proactively approach.

As one of the nine guards following the Lord, he had the privilege to speak his mind on certain occasions.

“Lord Riff!” Do recognized Riff, as anyone who frequently heard this na while talking with the Lord would rember it.

“Whom or what are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for Great Knight Lance,” Do hesitated, then continued, “I heard he likes to drink with the soldiers.”

“He is not in Star Dragon City,” Riff shook his head, “Recently, he left with the Lord, both riding on a Flying Dragon.”

Not only Lance, but most of Lind’s n had been assigned tasks, whether for patrolling or otherwise—it just so happened that Riff was off today.

“Maybe I can help with sothing?” Riff offered, “If this matter is related to the Lord’s orders, just let do it, as I’m off duty today.”

“Disturbing soone’s day off is a very despicable act,” Do nodded, turned around, walked out of the tavern, and stopped at the door to look back at Riff.

Riff imdiately followed: “Shall we find a more secluded place to talk?”

“Let’s walk and talk,” Do didn’t seem eager to divulge a secret right away, his manner relaxed, “You know, I do a lot of things for the Lord.”

This was no secret, including maintaining operational Magic Circles, developing little spells that flash, and recently even learning to cultivate and breed Calamities.

He must be one of the busiest people in the territory.

“I have been studying a Magic Circle recently; it’s the Lord’s order.

We are all curious about the unknown, and I finally made so progress,” Do said with a smile, but then sighed, “Even though I wasn’t successful, I learned so rather troubling information from those results.”

“What?” Riff inquired.

“A madman eroded by a dark will.

I don’t know his na, but while perfecting the Magic Circle, I accidentally stumbled upon so even stranger information.”

Do gestured; he was a “book thief,” but at the sa ti very generous in wanting to share his knowledge, a sha that the person standing in front of him couldn’t understand a single word.

“The information left in that Magic Circle coincides with a piece of history from a chronicle I once read, which was only briefly ntioned.”

Do, who had always regarded knowledge with endless awe, this ti not only showed insatiable greed but his tone was serious, with persuasion and warning, as well as concern.

“Which history?”

“Bugs,” said Do, “In history, soone used evil magic to create those endless creatures, and in the Magic Circle information I obtained, it’s a Teleportation Circle, intended to transport a specific race.

It’s a Teleportation Circle for sending Bugs!”

He added, “It might be done intentionally by soone, or perhaps it’s a relic of history, but either way, it’s very dangerous.”

“I’m a bit confused,” Riff scratched his head—he couldn’t understand, but he thought it was the alcohol that was affecting his thinking, rather than his own stupidity.

“Wait, you ntioned a Teleportation Circle, but we haven’t seen any Bugs around here.”

“This ti it’s a Cyclops that got sent over,” Do explained, “The Teleportation Circle is severely damaged, and its sequence is jumbled by ti.

I know the Lord is not here, but we should destroy that Teleportation Circle imdiately, before ti sends sothing even more unpredictable here.”

“But,” Riff said, “the Cyclops cave is precisely where the Lord has gone this ti.”