The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 391 - 391 331 Selling Second-Hand

391: Chapter 331: Selling Second-Hand 391: Chapter 331: Selling Second-Hand “Are you planning to sell all these as second-hand goods?”

“Yes!” Lena nodded.

The longer she stayed with the undead, the more she understood their logic of action, such as “selling second-hand,” which ant getting rid of one’s unused belongings.

Before this, Lena had never sold anything, so she felt sowhat at a loss.

“It’s probably going to be difficult.” Long Live Sister Li posed in a way that let Lena see her worn cloak cursed with dragonization.

Wearing it didn’t offer much except a reduction in movent speed.

However, many undead realized sothing: even though the dragonization curse reduced attributes, it increased a hidden value called “resilience.”

Resilience wouldn’t make a person stronger or less likely to be hit, but it would allow them to stand longer and more steadily.

If a person who could normally be knocked over with three punches and two kicks was judged to have average resilience, then higher resilience ant they might take three punches and three kicks to fall.

The dragonized soldiers all had high resilience, with so even not falling before death.

With this significant discovery, the undead didn’t care about curses on equipnt and began to hoard dragonization-cursed items.

There were already people working on creating “tank equipnt,” reportedly able to withstand a boss’s fierce charge without falling, standing as firm as if rooted to the ground.

Being tough, living long, and increasing the margin for error were what most people sought at this stage.

Not to ntion, dragonization-cursed equipnt looked pretty cool.

Lena indeed noticed his cloak and asked, “Is that a Rand Legion cloak?”

“Of those dragonized soldiers.” Long Live Sister Li was quite satisfied.

“Not too scarce, just the own piece in Goliath, pretty average~”

As he said this, he arrogantly flicked his cloak.

“What should I do?” Lena chose to ignore him.

She wanted to know why selling second-hand would be so difficult.

“Right now, the small markets are pushing down prices, and scalpers and middlen are rampant, plus most of what you bought are just appearances!”

Most appearances are valuable, especially IP collaboration appearances.

But the ones Lena bought were just because they looked pretty, with basically no additional bonuses.

Loves White Silk said, “There’s a place that might help you sell, but it’s a bit far.”

“Where?” Lena knew the undead had so special way of communicating with each other, exchanging vital information.

Even if Lena racked her brains, she couldn’t figure out where that information ca from.

“The Black Hoof Village market.

There is a black market that sells everything and buys everything, but it’s only open at set tis.”

…

Life for Lind had not changed much; he was waiting for his own Pharmacist to arrive, and since Tione had concluded that it would be difficult for them to develop sothing abstract called “love,” she no longer visited.

He was standing in Artist Boyd’s house, admiring the latter’s work.

Although he had no intention of collecting famous paintings or any pretensions of elegance, he thought he might find so things to decorate his room here.

The Armand manor had already been cleared, and the bodies were cremated and placed in the manor’s small graveyard.

He would definitely move back in, as the Royal Palace wasn’t suitable for him to live in.

Plus, that place looked like the den of a BOSS with an extrely long health bar.

Sleeping there, he wouldn’t feel safe and would likely sleep with one eye open, always worried that the undead might break in so night.

Wen Ruien and the Crystal Mage were temporarily staying at the Armand manor.

The Crystal Mage would return to Raven City in a day or two, officially linking the territories together, while Wen would stay longer, organizing the work of the Riven Soldiers with Hull and others until Goliath recovered completely from its state of ruin.

“I heard before that you Catastrophe Executioners divide yourselves into Irises, Gardeners, and Fertilizer,” Lind brought up the topic of Catastrophe Executioners with the Crystal Mage, indicating he has indeed considered the Great Rift as one of his next targets.

“Yes, that is how they mockingly refer to themselves,” the Crystal Mage nodded, “I am part of the Fertilizer, responsible for teaching knowledge on how to deal with the Abyss from the rear.”

“Do those things have the terrifying infectiousness of a plague?

Is there any way to cure it?” Lind asked.

“That’s also one of the Fertilizer’s tasks.

Pustule Exiles make resistance potions that increase resistance when taken before entering the Great Rift,”

the Crystal Mage paused, “But no one can avoid being infected by the Abyss.

The resistance potion only helps you hold out a bit longer, allowing you to watch yourself change slowly.”

“That sounds utterly annoying,” Lind said.

He detested transforming, no matter what it was into; the sensation was as if he was being slowly replaced and twisted by sothing filthy and evil.

“We will make thorough preparations,” Lind continued, “this is our war.”

Wait until night.

Dressed in a robe, Lind walked to the military camp and, amid calls of “Lord Lind,” he picked up a bowl, lined up for his al, and then sat down to eat with the soldiers.

The soldiers were sowhat silent, primarily Riven Soldiers surrounding them since most of the Rand Soldiers had gone to manor patrol, guard duty, and watching over the Royal City Dungeon.

Soone would deliver food to them as well.

The weaker Riven Soldiers did not have an easy job, and one of their tasks was to deliver als.

Sitting down to eat with Lind made them very restrained.

“I’m feeling heartbroken,” Lind suddenly said.

The soldiers instinctively turned to look at him.

In disgust, Lind comnted, “Such fine food, yet made so tasteless!

Doesn’t Raven City have any good chefs?”

“Hahaha!” The atmosphere lightened considerably.

“My lord, can you talk about what you felt at the ti?” soone bravely asked.

“Felt about what?” Lind pushed around the vegetables on his plate.

“Lots of girls like you, including the female soldiers!

My lord, don’t you know?” The soldiers started to pity Lind’s emotional obtuseness.

Although the female soldiers spit out in disgust, claiming that liking a man like Lind would make one’s brain buzz, they couldn’t help but feel envious.

“Oh, I’m used to it.”

“Damn it!”

“I can teach you how to be more attractive to won.”

“Really?”

Lind beckoned to a soldier who looked quite young, definitely not even twenty, with freckles on his face and a slender build.

His only weapon was a shortsword at his waist.

“Be as handso as I am!

And as powerful as I am.”

Everyone heard him, as he emphasized the word “powerful” deliberately.

“Hahaha!” Laughter erupted all around.

The young soldier, slightly unsettled by the jokings, blushed a bit: “Do you an to say, striving to beco a general will allow to marry a noble lady like a general’s wife?”

To the indigenous NPCs, Tione wasn’t attractive at all — she was too tall.

Sickness and frailty were the mainstream aesthetic.

Tione was taller than many n and only seed petite next to Lind.

Yet, she was still considered one of the most charming won, ranked alongside Queen Rania.

Because she was the wife of a general.

The aura of Lind could overshadow many things.

“Yes, but you don’t have to wait to beco a general before you find your general’s wife.

If they have enough insight, they will choose you when you’re still a soldier,” Lind said.

He patted the soldier’s shoulder, “Rember, if you are still unmarried when you beco a general, you won’t need a general’s wife anymore, no matter how beautiful and outstanding she may be, hmm, unless she owns a castle, then you might consider.”

“Hahaha!” The seasoned soldiers laughed heartily.

The young soldier pondered thoughtfully.