The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 257 - 257 221 The Trade with the Giant Serpent Ronan

257: Chapter 221: The Trade with the Giant Serpent Ronan_2 257: Chapter 221: The Trade with the Giant Serpent Ronan_2 “I am Lind Armand,” Lind declined the Soldier’s offer to announce him, possibly to maintain an air of nobility, but he had more pressing matters to confirm.

“How is Baron Ronan?”

The snake-man Soldier looked up at him, his disgusting red hood continuously protruding outward.

“This is the territory of Baron Ronan!”

“Of course, of course!” Lind nodded, fully agreeing with the other’s statent.

He held an absolute supportive attitude toward the sacredness and inviolability of a Lord’s lands, as he himself was a mber of the lords.

“Baron Ronan is doing very well,” the snake-man said.

“Could you pass a ssage for us?

I’d like to have a talk with him.”

The Flying Dragon crashed down, heavily striking the ground.

It was Lind’s sincerity.

The snake-man trembled as he looked at the Flying Dragon, now also sensing Lind’s sincerity.

The mont Lind rode the Flying Dragon over the Snake Catcher Fortress, he noticed dozens of ballistas had locked onto him.

Each territory had no-fly zones, and with great power, their control over the airspace only beca stricter.

The Snake Catcher Fortress spanned a vast area; it was essentially a small city, complete even with farmlands and villages near the central district.

Below was a dense area of buildings, and Lind tried to recall how bustling the scene had been when he had passed through here before.

But most of the areas inside were ones he had never visited, heading straight for the castle.

The Flying Dragon landed on the battlents of the inner castle, its claws nearly brutally clinging to the walls, stabilizing its body.

In front of Lind was the castle hall, from which a discomfiting chill air blew, like cold, long fingernails scraping across his skin, sweeping over his spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Alex, too, felt uncomfortable, its anxious panting breaking the cold atmosphere of the place.

Rustling sounds erged as sothing squird its way outside.

And it sounded exceedingly sticky.

Then, from the darkness of the hall, a giant middle-aged man’s head erged, with a square face.

Baron Ronan!

At the sight of him, Lind involuntary twitched.

It looked like a massive weird snake, but more akin to a salamander.

Its body, nearly one hundred ters long, was like an insurmountable wall splattered with sli, emitting a foul odor that relentlessly invaded his nostrils.

In its presence, Flying Dragon Alex seed far too thin.

“Lord Ronan,” Lind stood on the dragon’s back.

Was this truly what the nobility had to endure after taking Magic Potion?

Ronan felt to Lind more like a person who had failed at taking Magic Potion, resulting in mutational changes; the Undead even called it “glitching.”

Being able to restrain the body from mutating was crucial for advancing further on the path of taking Magic Potion.

However, similarly, taking Magic Potion also faced temptations, and physical mutations weren’t all bad because the closer one got to that state, deforming away from human form, the stronger the power one could exhibit.

This was terd as approaching the essence of magic.

But equally, it ant losing the chance to progress further.

Lance and Bard were just like that; it wasn’t that they couldn’t drink more Magic Potion, but forcibly doing so would turn them into monsters.

Baron Ronan in front of him belonged to the type who had no way back.

“Oh, it’s you, Lind,” Baron Ronan’s mouth opened, his voice deep and filled with sighs as though a breeze was blowing through a deep valley.

He reminisced, “It’s good to see you again, I once held you when you were young.”

Children are the most ruthless beings, forgetting everything they did in youth once they grow up, leaving only sighs for adults.

Even if one had “held” them before, now they could only be like strangers.

“Your condition doesn’t seem too good,” Lind’s gaze shifted, noting the snake-man Soldiers gradually gathering around, all with highly similar mutated forms.

Ronan held so power to bestow strength upon soldiers, as Lind had discovered from earlier combats, these snake-man Soldiers weren’t traditional Great Knights, their source of strength was very strange.

It seed, all roots traced back to the Baron Ronan standing before them.

Lind continued, “I rember eting you at a banquet before, you were witty and humorous, but now you have scales, are slathered in sli, and dislike using your legs to walk.”

“Hahaha,” Ronan laughed softly, “I appreciate your sense of humor, but when we are abandoned by the changing tis, what we must consider is to et the new life with a new birth.

Weren’t you also a child afraid of heights?

Now you ride a Flying Dragon.”

Ronan’s attitude toward the Flying Dragon was very indifferent, as though he had no concern for it at all.

“Are you sure you want to bring up my embarrassing monts here?” Lind seed on the verge of becoming vexed.

Every man had had embarrassnts, had been mischievous; ordinary and poor people need to be sensible from an early age, but well-off noble boys are naturally equipped to be mischievous and live more joyfully.

Like how Lind once climbed through a window, or scared Her Majesty the Queen only to get caught and severely reprimanded, though he didn’t like to admit it, Lind thought if Lania just died, she would surely take his dark past with her.

The two conversed like old friends catching up on local gossip.

Except one had completely abandoned his human form, while the other rode a Flying Dragon ready to spout flas at any mont, and smirking in such circumstances seed thoroughly insincere.