The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 280 - 280 234 The Duke Sounds More Reassuring

280: Chapter 234 The Duke Sounds More Reassuring 280: Chapter 234 The Duke Sounds More Reassuring The wedding was stained with blood, with corpses strewn all about, yet the atmosphere was perversely joyful.

The bride was very happy because her wedding could not continue.

Although she had lost Lord Baya, she welcod a more reliable man, one who repeatedly said he was happy to make her a widow.

But the bride knew that the man before her was the most trustworthy.

The guests were also pleased, for they had taken their revenge and spoiled the Queen’s wedding.

Not only could she not do anything about it, but she also had to greet him with a smile.

As for the groom… he felt no pain when he died, so he should be quite pleased as well.

The bloodstained wedding where both guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, the blood spread across the ground, and the flas burning inside the castle seed to transform into a lively bonfire party, venting joyously at dusk.

Lind’s oath of allegiance was like eting an old friend, not to be taken too seriously.

As a Soldier of the Rand Kingdom, he had already sworn allegiance to Queen Lania upon her coronation.

It was rely a long-awaited reunion.

Two people with clashing temperants are not necessarily enemies.

Similarly, close friends who can talk all night might also face each other with swords drawn.

Several Cavalry wearing armor similar to the Rand Kingdom’s were allowed to co forward, each taking a knee before Queen Lania, heads bowed.

The Star Dragon Soldiers did not trouble their comrades, rely disarming them without stripping their Armor in an almost insulting manner.

The silent Cavalry were ashad that they could not protect the Queen.

It was only during the fight that they realized Lord Baya had taken the Queen hostage, and as a result, they had to confront their forr comrades in arms.

Lind looked at one of the Great Knights, “What’s your na?”

He rembered that when colliding with the Black Fire Brothers, this person was the first to find a counterasure.

His Swordsmanship might not be exquisite, but his combat instincts were outstanding.

A pity that with a considerable gap in sheer force, among the Senior Grand Knights, the Black Fire Brothers who could transform into Dark Fla and ignore physical attacks, naturally held an unbeatable advantage against the Cavalry.

The Cavalry didn’t answer but looked towards Lania instead.

Only those who had experienced the recent battle could understand the terror of Lind.

Lind had just entered the Mountain Demon Castle today, yet within an exceedingly short period had taken control of the Mountain Demon Castle, quickly surveyed the environnt, and set up ambushes.

He, an outsider, conducted a three-staged ambush on the local Great Knights inside the Mountain Demon Castle, winning with fewer numbers, and inflicting pain on the Great Knights within.

His strategy was not profound, but everything happened too swiftly.

In a battlefield, adopting the most suitable strategy in the shortest ti and trading the least sacrifice for the greatest gain signify an indisputable victory in a campaign.

As enemies, they revered Lind.

“Marcus,” Queen Lania said, revealing the Cavalry’s na.

“Your sword is very sharp,” Lind observed, looking at the sword at Marcus’s waist.

The Longsword with a Black Gemstone embedded within was different from the Rand Cavalry’s standard-issue swords—exceptionally ornate, like a ceremonial sword, beautiful as a decorative piece.

“Your Swordsmanship also impressed ,” Lind added, “You’re the first Knight I’ve seen who could deal with the Black Fire Brothers.”

In the Dark Night Orchard, the Black Fire Brothers had nearly crushed all the Great Knights under Lind’s command.

Their Dark Fla forced everyone away, their terrifying ability to damage the soul adding to an already overwhelming disparity in strength.

Yet, Marcus had managed to find a way to contend with the Black Fire Brothers using only the strength of a Great Knight, even if that thod did not seem sustainable for long.

It was enough to make Lind admire his wisdom in battle.

If it had been Lind himself, without his immunity to Flas, he surely would have been in a frenzied panic against the Black Fire Brothers.

“Lania, you are very fortunate to have such fine knights for protection,”

Marcus, thrilled, looked at Lind.

Nothing could be more exciting than being acknowledged by a powerful “enemy.”

“My Lord, I am not a knight,” Marcus said.

His voice was tinged with the sound of swallowing saliva, he was extrely nervous.

“May I borrow that sword, Marcus?”

Without the slightest hesitation, Marcus drew the sword from his waist, presenting it to Lind with both hands outstretched.

As a Female Knight herself, she had once presented her own sword to her father, and when a warrior can hand over his weapon to you without any doubt, it signifies absolute trust.

The battle that had just transpired did more than see Lind defeat Lord Baya; it also won over the warriors present.

Fortunately, Lind didn’t do anything inappropriate, like leaning the sword on Marcus’s shoulder and asking him if he would swear loyalty.

Even Lania herself wasn’t sure if Marcus could resist such a temptation.

The sword’s blade reflected Lind’s eyes; he simply admired the sword for a mont then returned it to Marcus, also not sparing his praise for the fine blade.

Even though it wasn’t a Blessed Weapon, nor was it imbued with Mystic Runes, and its sharpness was only slightly better than ordinary weapons, this sword felt as though it harbored layers of history, brimming with profound weight.

“Rise up, being defeated by Sir Lind is no sha,” Lania said, “You have already done well enough.”

As the Queen, she was able to utter contrary sentints with a poker face, and praising Lind seed more palatable to her than the prospect of marrying into the Baya family.

“I haven’t yet received a noble title,” Lind felt he needed to remind her.

eting the Queen here was also an advantage; Lind could beco a Noble Lord much more quickly.

As long as the Queen was by his side, he could do everything legally and legitimately.

Lind suddenly felt a strong sense of agreent with what Baya had done.

“You should have inherited the Baron’s title a long ti ago,” Lania said.

Maybe the unpleasantness of the past could dissipate over ti.

“I should go and tally the spoils of war now and tell the entire domain that there will be a new Lord here!” Lind said.

“However, Lania, as your only nobleman, who should be your only one willing to continue fighting for you, isn’t the title of Baron a bit too stingy?”

After all, the Kingdom was in disarray, so why not maximize the rewards?

The surna Armand would now beco the most powerful noble force within the Rand Kingdom, although this was sowhat self-indulgent.

Lania smiled; she did not refuse Lind’s minor request.

Lord Baya had desired noble status before his death, but he achieved it by killing his loyal Lord, a treachery Lania would never condone.

In the end, she could only elevate his status through marriage.

But with Lind, it was different.

Lania could grant Lind various rewards without any psychological burden.

This was the generosity that appeared when dealing with one’s own people.

She said to Lind, “The title of Duke does sound more reassuring,”