The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 283 - 283 237 Now I Really Became the BOSS

283: Chapter 237 Now I Really Beca the BOSS 283: Chapter 237 Now I Really Beca the BOSS After tallying up all the spoils, Lind led the accompanying soldiers to prepare for their journey to Thorn City.

The “Thorn Avenue” within the territory of the Mountain Demon Castle enjoyed autonomy from the lordship due to Queen Rania’s presence.

“This will be our foothold in the central region,” said Lind to Peel and the others before departing, “Make preparations quickly, and then go to Star Dragon City to bring so people here.

We need to infuse our own blood into this place.”

A Mountain Demon Castle without any of our n stationed is like thighs fully spread, chilly and lacking a sense of security.

“Yes, my lord!”

“Also, regarding those…

so-called knighted warriors, tell them that the rebellious Baya is not a noble, has no right to bestow titles, and they cannot enjoy any noble privileges, including the right to ransom themselves for freedom!”

This was just a minor matter; Lind didn’t even want to utilize those market square knights for fighting on his behalf.

Lacking in rarity and characterized by their opportunistic nature, he would hesitate to use them.

Regardless of whether they could accept Lind’s arrangents, the only thing awaiting them was hard labor.

At the very least, they could contribute to the construction of the Mountain Demon Castle.

If they didn’t work hard, they could only sell manual labor.

Desiring to leave was futile, for they were captives.

In this battle, the greatest losses Lind suffered were only the Volcano Monster Bird and the Catastrophe Warhorse, resources he could easily replenish, provided he supplied sufficient energy.

But before leaving the castle, Peel ca to him again.

“Speak your mind, Peel,” said Lind as he gripped the reins; he was about to proceed to his ennoblent, becoming a true noble lord.

“Those children,” Peel said, “they had their ears cut off.”

Lind watched him quietly, knowing full well that Peel was not one to overflow with unwarranted compassion.

But he still needed to hear a reason.

“I hope to take them back to Star Dragon City.

They harbor anger in their hearts, and they have experienced fear.

They will beco the most formidable soldiers,” Peel suggested.

Lind looked serious, he gazed at Peel, speaking from a commanding height, “Then let’s discuss it when they are grown.

For now, they need to focus on surviving.

Once they are grown, their anger will fade.

Besides, I have no need for soldiers who rely on anger.”

They were all children under the age of ten; it would be at least four or five years before they could carry weapons onto the battlefield.

If so, they might as well live a good life.

Peel bowed his head, and although he believed that these children had all the makings of warriors, the lord’s command was paramount.

Just four or five years, was it that long?

Yes, it was long.

…

Lind, riding his Catastrophe Warhorse, disappeared with the accompanying soldiers at the gates of the Mountain Demon Castle.

At the beginning of Thorn Avenue, the cavalry of the Third Legion waited in formation.

Their movents were uniform and precise, their lances held high.

Lind looked at them covetously; these were genuine cavalryn, unlike his own n who rode Catastrophe Warhorses and relied on brute strength to charge—an infantry on horseback.

They had undergone professional and systematic training and were extrely adept at handling various combat situations on horseback.

He had to find a way to wrest this power from Queen Rania’s grasp!

A queen should just sit nicely with her legs crossed on the throne and doze off.

The once-fearso Third Legion was now just a ceremonial force, lifting its weapons purely for show—what a waste.

Thorn City was a damaged small city; its walls could not possibly withstand a single charge of Lind’s Great Knights.

The streets were crowded with people.

These were the first to follow Queen Rania in escape, and under the protection of the Third Legion, they seed to be in good shape, despite being thin and gaunt; none lay dead in the streets.

Here, the order and civility from before the apocalypse were preserved as much as possible.

Today’s ceremony was destined to be out of the ordinary.

As an heir of the Armand Family, Lind would swear loyalty to Queen Rania today and at the sa ti overco a step neither his father, grandfather, nor great-grandfather dared to dream of – he would be elevated directly to a Duke!

In the entire Rand Kingdom, there were only two Dukes and one Prince.

The Bloodlust-ridden Black Catfish Prince Sevin, the Mountain Goblin Duke assassinated by Baya, and a Griffin Duke who owned his own land in the south.

Each wielded control over a territory, and their attitudes could directly affect the stability of the Kingdom.

And now, Lind, who had always been at the very bottom, was about to bring honor to his ancestors.

A Baron?

Too uninteresting!

If one were to rise, it must be to a Duke.

With the end of the world upon us, to make climb step by step hardly seems sincere enough.

This was also the promise Lania had given to Lind: anything Prince Cote could offer, she could match it.

They were both grasshoppers tied to the sa string.

Fortunately, there were no misunderstandings between them.

Other than their personal animosities, they both understood that the other was trustworthy.

You could et a person whose aspects you dislike, but still trust their character; that was the kind of relationship these two shared.

A roll of parchnt, a precious sword.

The mbers of the royal guard on both sides gazed intently, as did the Cavalry who had co with Lind.

Perhaps only Lind and Lania, the center of attention at this mont, felt calm.

Poverty-stricken ceremonies could offer them nothing, but sotis legitimacy was more important than anything else.

“Lind Armand, son of Philip Armand, you…”

As Lania began to recite, a buzzing suddenly filled Lind’s ears.

The piercing tinnitus was like two steel nails piercing through his eardrums.

His eyes bloodshot, and his eyeballs were pushed by an “extending hand” in his brain as if they almost dislodged from his sockets.

The noble na awakened sothing within his body.

Two hearts struggled furiously; Lind could feel his strength growing rapidly.

It was as if he had drunk down hundreds of bottles of the Magic Potion a Great Knight would take, as his bones grew ever more solid with strength and his flesh beca more vibrant.

The Crest on his chest went wild with disordered heartbeats.

Sun Halo, Moon Halo, lting Furnace Crest, Gemini Crest, Serpent Ring Emblem.

The power of the bloodline linked to these five forces was now fully awakened.

“Stop!” Lind tried to interrupt the ceremony, but he found his body was out of control.

He did not beco mad, for another entity was gradually taking over his consciousness, attempting to replace it.

The five Crests did not reject that force; instead, they rejoiced.

His thoughts and will were being rewritten.

Lind cald himself, using the absolute control of the “Sun Halo” to channel the suddenly ergent power.

After a brief mont of chaos, he successfully found direction.

And the “Serpent Ring Emblem,” which had been foolishly following the commotion, seed to awaken as well, swiftly devouring the Curse brought by the noble na.

Power erged and was forcibly separated by Lind.

Yet he still had no clue where to direct it.

Until he noticed the “second heartbeat” which had always been rather useless, only able to beat faintly.

The second heartbeat created by the “Gemini Crest” turned out to be the best destination for this power at that mont.

The dual forces of the “Duke’s na” and “Bloodline Nobility” rapidly flowed into the second heartbeat.

With ti, the second heartbeat grew stronger, overpowering the first.

“Thud, THUD!!”

The status of the two heartbeats, one weak and one strong, was reversed.

Lind even had a strong intuition that if he imrsed himself in the power of the second heartbeat, he could return to Snake Catcher Fortress and tear Baron Ronan to pieces with his bare hands!

Of course, he also risked becoming sothing even more horrific than Baron Ronan.

“Now I’ve really turned into a BOSS.”

The buzzing disappeared.

The mont Lind raised his head, sweat poured down his body like rain.

“From now on, you are the Duke of Mountain Demon Castle.”

Lania noticed Lind’s sudden abnormal reaction but insisted on continuing the ceremony.

She looked at him questioningly, and Lind shook his head slightly.

He stood up, his body stronger than ever before.

“I vow to dedicate my life to you, as your sturdiest shield, in life and death, day and night!” He bowed, “Your Majesty, Queen Rania!”