The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 286 - 286 240 Am I Allowed to See This

286: Chapter 240: Am I Allowed to See This?

286: Chapter 240: Am I Allowed to See This?

Having fully regained his “BOSS body,” Lind was once again eroded by the Noble bloodline and power.

Before this, Lind’s strength had always been inconsistent with that of a “Noble,” although powerful enough because he possessed the powers of various Great Knight paths.

If soone else could also obtain the Sun Ring Emblem and gain absolute control over their power, perhaps they could be like him.

But this premise couldn’t stand, as those not of Noble blood seed unable to obtain the power of an Emblem, and those Emblems granted in the na of Nobility were rely neutered and inferior.

Firstly, he had to ignore the power of the bloodline, yet because he was a Noble, he possessed the Sun Ring which an ordinary Great Knight could never attain.

And because he had absolute control of the Sun Ring’s power, he could accommodate more path powers.

Only then was he able to obtain the Second Heartbeat and the Serpent Ring Emblem.

It was precisely these accumulations that allowed him to withstand the “bug fixes.”

Lind’s speculation about the bloodline and Nobility was not much of a secret, as the consensus on this land was that all Nobles had already beco maniacally lost.

The ergence of the New Nobility was due to the cruelty of the Old Nobility, urging people if they wanted to survive, they had to stand up and establish a new regi.

Lania suddenly spoke, “Aren’t you curious why, as a King, I haven’t been influenced by the na of Nobility like you, or gone crazy like Cote?”

Having a Noble surna was akin to obtaining a ticket to insanity, so as a Queen, Lania should have been the most difficult and insane one to deal with, yet she was completely unaffected.

“I’m sure it’s not the royal family’s secret,” Lind said.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible for only Lania to remain normal.

“‘The Rand Army Under the Golden Oath,'” Lania said, “I grew up learning swordsmanship from my father, but I spent countless nights crying into my pillow, until one day I discovered it.

Reading this collection of poems strengthened my resolve even more.”

“I’ve read that book,” Lind said.

It now lay on Lind’s bookshelf.

“Then you certainly don’t know that this collection of poems is related to a forbidden legend.”

“How about you just state the conclusion?” Lind inappropriately interrupted Lania, who seed to be mustering her emotions, “Lania, we have much to do, storytelling can wait for another ti, like your next wedding, or the one after that.”

“Get lost!” Lania, holding up her skirt, delivered a kick to Lind’s shin.

The nearby Doris trembled and dared not speak, like a minion.

The Queen and the Duke were arguing, and now fighting; what should she do, should she record this…

Grandmother, teach !

“It is said that the Chief God had four siblings,” Lania cald herself and spoke, “Apart from Yuni, Za Za, and the Leo Lion, there was one nad Avesta.

After Yuni forged the Ring of Magic, he carried the Ring on his shoulders and placed it in the sky.

There’s also a legend that he is Leo Lion’s twin brother, unlike the Three Gods who covet the primal Flas, he was filled with fear of the Flas, so he never left behind a divine na.”

“The Golden Oath is sothing he left behind.”

Gold and the Rand Kingdom, and that ‘The Rand Army Under the Golden Oath’, if these didn’t evoke associations, Lind thought he might as well feed his brain to the scavengers or Dog-mouthed people to fill their bellies.

Lind asked, “What have you gained?”

Lania suddenly bowed her head and began to undo the binding cords on her chest.

This action startled Doris into instinctively covering her mouth.

Can I…

can I watch this?

Then she realized, she should be covering her eyes instead.

She covered her eyes with both hands, but left her fingers splayed apart, allowing her sight to pass through the gaps unimpeded.

At the sa ti, she also glanced at Lind, and sure enough, Lind was watching seriously with his eyes wide open, with no intention of avoiding the subject.

Lania simply pulled down her bodice a little, revealing a slight edge of white flesh, where there was a golden line.

The golden line on the Queen’s chest spread out like blooming petals.

The delicate tattoo looked extrely exquisite.

Crest!

Lania, who possessed no supernatural powers, now had a crest.

This made Lind sowhat baffled; he straightened up and stared at the unfamiliar golden crest.

He had been following the step of drinking the Magic Potion, awakening the hidden power with supernatural strength, and then using collections of poems and philosophies from various “gods” to guide and form crests of distinct powers belonging to one god after another.

But now he saw soone who had skipped all these steps.

“It makes steadfast and also boosts my confidence,” Lania said proudly, but imdiately she seed regretful, “I tried to spread the collection of poems to the army, and even over the past two years, I tried to teach every Great Knight, but no one was able to produce this like I did.”

No matter how strong Lania’s spiritual power was, she definitely couldn’t transcend the curse, but if it was a matter of activating the crest power within the bloodline, that was a different story altogether; thus, she found the reason why she wasn’t driven mad.

Unexpected, yet reasonable.

“Are you not surprised?” Lania asked with a slight frown, Lind’s reaction caught her off guard.

Ever since gaining this power, Lania had been on tenterhooks, fearful of becoming crazy like her brother Cote.

As more people started going insane, Lania too feared she would join their ranks, but unexpectedly, she had lived to this day without showing signs of madness.

Lind sat up and quickly started to disassemble his seemingly complicated armor.

When the heavy armor was thrown to the ground, revealing the simple undershirt beneath, Lind reached down and lifted up from the hem of the shirt.

Beside him, Doris who had just prepared to lower her hand raised it again.

Here we go again!

The Queen and Duke taking turns to undress.

Is this really sothing I should be watching?

I’m just a Recorder Officer.

As the shirt was lifted, it revealed Lind’s burly body, his sharply defined abs like channels, with tufts of fuzz on his lower abdon.

Further up, the shirt went all the way up to his neck.

His torso was fully exposed before the two of them.

Both of their gazes were drawn to a crest on Lind’s chest in that mont, more complex and larger than the golden crest on Lania’s chest, etched onto the skin over his heart, throbbing faintly and brightly with his heartbeat, filled with power.

Lind said, “There’s nothing to be surprised about, Lania; this is the privilege of being a noble.”

Or perhaps it’s the “loot” left by the “BOSS” for the undead.

The undead might need to kill a certain Noble BOSS to steal the crest’s power and gain so “passive skill,” he guessed many possibilities, and found that whether from the perspective of the “new age” or “ga,” this seed most plausible.

The only reason they lacked evidence was because the undead had never killed a true noble.

Power is not a blessing; it is a curse, and Lind was among the Old Nobility, who were prey.