The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 321 - 321 275 The Ugly Edwin

321: Chapter 275 The Ugly Edwin 321: Chapter 275 The Ugly Edwin I had to part ways with the old hunter Charles, having an early eight.

He had wanted to chase after the other, but he was left behind, following barefoot for a while before completely losing sight of the other around a corner.

The maze-like architectural style of the Fox Hole was bizarre, with roads laid out in fear of soone discerning direction, towering city walls that sporadically obstructed the line of sight, and similar building styles that were like a series of incomprehensible puzzles, jumbling in the mind.

Dusk was falling, and he carried a fire torch as if holding the last ray of the sunset in his hand.

The darkness gradually deepened, and the light from the torch was so slender that it was the first ti he had thought of a fla as slender.

The light, thread by thread, as sharp as needles, pierced the ground, scattering the shadows and casting his own shadow long and sharp.

In the pitch darkness ahead, he saw a hunchbacked figure; after getting closer, he was startled by the other’s face and couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

This was a man with an ugly birthmark and growths on his face, whose twisted spine forced him to rely on a wooden cane to move.

I Have an Early Eight almost subconsciously raised the stick in his hand.

“Don’t hit , don’t hit , wuu~” the ugly man fearfully raised his hands to shield his face, “Don’t hit, please.”

He was pleading, which made the Undead feel sowhat embarrassed.

And there wasn’t a health bar, the other had no hostility.

“Sorry, I thought you were sothing…” I Have an Early Eight slowly lowered the stick in his hand.

“I’m sorry for being so ugly,” the ugly man apologized, bowing to the Undead while tilting his body, but the disability made the gesture very difficult and distorted.

I Have an Early Eight was even more embarrassed, “No, I don’t usually judge by appearances.

I should apologize first, sorry.”

Coming from a harmonious society, receiving normal education, and being a regular university student, I Have an Early Eight, although he liked to play with stale and trendy internet s, was absolutely upright in values, as are most people.

Apologizing to an NPC posed no problem.

Moreover, he could feel the genuine fear from the other party, the ugly and disabled man in front of him was a living person.

“You, you’re apologizing to ?” The man couldn’t believe it, dry fingers like dead branches pointed to the tip of his nose, surprise written all over the high cheek-boned face illuminated by the torchlight.

“Yeah, I was about to hit you, so I apologize,” said I Have an Early Eight, nodding, seeing nothing wrong with that.

They even started a conversation on the topic of apologies, which didn’t seem like dialogue pre-designed by the ga.

Before obtaining the ga test qualification, he had seen related videos but was skeptical of those edited clips, and many people went crazy in the ga, carrying on abnormal dialogues.

After entering the ga today, he hardly t anyone normal, everyone avoided him, and the old hunter Charles was a very typical enigma, so he was surprised when the unexpected chat unfolded.

“What is your na?” he asked.

“Edwin,” the man said, “I have been called that since the day I was born.”

“Edwin?” I Have an Early Eight’s mind was still sharp, and he hadn’t returned all his knowledge to his teachers just yet; clearly, the na was a wish that would never co true for the man before him.

No, that’s not right!

He suddenly realized, this was the first NPC in the Fox Hole willing to communicate with him, and being a highly intelligent NPC, it certainly ant that he was hiding a quest.

“Edwin, why are you here?”

“Soone went mad, then more and more,” Edwin said shakily, “Sotis they rush into hos, then take people away, today there were even more, I’m very scared.”

“Mad?” I Have an Early Eight thought back to so information he had received while chatting with other Undead.

Could it be the plague had swept through here once more.

But he did not see any figures plagued by disease; the villagers’ skin was just a bit paler, and they seed a bit weaker.

Moreover, since they were still doing grape business with the outside world, there shouldn’t be so many problems.

The behavior of the Edwin in front of him and the old hunter Charles also proved that they were not lying.

Edwin nodded.

“And then, where were those people taken?” I Have an Early Eight asked.

Edwin replied, “To the vineyard.”

“The vineyard?”

Edwin said in shock, “The villagers have gone mad, but it was the lady’s order, so they keep capturing people.”

“So you escaped?” I Have an Early Eight sensed that the NPC’s speech was sowhat incoherent.

He tried to ask who the lady was, but the only answer he got was “the lady is the lady.”

“I just want to find a place to hide,” Edwin said.

“To find a safe place.

My ho is no longer safe, but I moved too slowly, and it’s getting dark.

I can only hide here.

After dark, people from the vineyard will co.”

“Wait a minute!” I Have an Early Eight turned his head to look around, dropped the lid of the pot and the stick he was holding, then laboriously dragged over so miscellaneous items, piles of clay jars, burlap bags, and finally two wicker baskets.

To his surprise, he found a pitchfork under the baskets, and it also ca with a weapon effect called [Blood Curse: Attacking has a chance to cause enemies to bleed].

“Hide here, and don’t make a sound!” I Have an Early Eight used the miscellaneous items to shield Edwin.

“If soone like cos by, you take the initiative to speak, say you know I Have an Early Eight.”

“I Have an Early Eight?

Your na?” Edwin asked.

“Yes, we’re in this together!” He nodded and said, “As long as they hear my na, they won’t hurt you.”

“That’s great.” Edwin sighed, seemingly envious of the absolute trust among the Undead.

I Have an Early Eight continued, “I’ll find a place for you to hide, to help you avoid those people from the vineyard.”

“Thank you.”

I Have an Early Eight accepted this gratitude with a smile.

He carried a torch in his left hand and the pitchfork in his right and strode off.

He had taken on a task, though it seed to have no reward, it still seed aningful.

Wandering through the alleyways, I Have an Early Eight got lost several tis, until it was completely dark.

He saw a house with a light on and approached to knock on the door.

The dwellings in Fox Hole were built very peculiarly; the front doors were always made of one solid piece, looking very thick, as if they believed a sufficiently heavy door could keep outside troubles at bay.

“Get lost!” An anxious male voice ca from inside.

Then there was the sound of “drip-drip-drip~”.

It wasn’t the sound of rain, but soone mimicking the sound of “drip-drip-drip” with their mouth.

He listened closely, and it was a girl.

She kept saying, “drip-drip-drip~”.

I Have an Early Eight cleared his throat, “Hello, I was wondering if there’s a safe place suitable for getting through the night.”

“Go away!

You outsider reeking of foulness!”

I Have an Early Eight raised his hand and knocked a few more tis, but this ti there was no sound from inside, including the “drip-drip-drip” sound.

He kicked the door in frustration and then turned to leave.