The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 405 - 405 345 Children's Role Playing Game

405: Chapter 345 Children’s Role Playing Ga 405: Chapter 345 Children’s Role Playing Ga Central Region, north of Raven City.

Newmoon Town.

Two boys and a girl, three children had just dodged a chase from George’s aunt.

They circumvented the now deserted barracks, climbed up the small hill behind it, then sat down on the ground, bursting into laughter in unison.

Escaping George’s aunt felt like winning a great battle.

“We have a while before Miss Inar plays the piano, should we play ‘Collapse’ in the anti?” Nica, who had silver hair, suggested proactively.

Her mother had golden hair, but it was said that many children’s circumstances changed when the world turned bleak years ago, and Nica was among them.

‘Collapse’, a ga exclusive to the children of Newmoon Town, would end with them covered in dirt; despite scoldings from parents and elders, the joy was genuine.

The ga might have spread to the Beehive Cottages because a child who had co with a caravan last played with them; if he took the ga back with him, that is.

“I don’t want to play.” George shook his head.

Miles, younger and without much decisiveness, liked to follow George’s lead, so after a mont’s hesitation, he shook his head too.

Nica picked up a stick, swung it around, feeling slightly displeased that her idea wasn’t accepted.

The ground around them was covered with plants that were dry like hair and shriveled fingers—the children of this era were accustod to the desolation.

Greenery and gardens were as unreachable as fairy tales; they couldn’t even imagine such scenes in their minds.

“If my aunt finds out I’m covered in mud again, she’ll definitely take out her frustrations about not finding a man on ,” George grumbled.

“I rember that Om was courting your aunt,” Nica recalled the man who was adept at fixing armor, always carrying a jar of tanned leather with him.

Before the soldiers from Newmoon Town had left, Om was the only one who could easily travel between Newmoon Town and the barracks, pally with the soldiers.

“My aunt doesn’t fancy him; all he can think about is His Grace the Duke,” George said with a grimace, not comfortable with his aunt’s pining after soone so unattainable as the Duke.

“His Grace the Duke?” Nica wondered, tugging at her hair.

George nodded and said, “She’s always talking about His Grace.

She wishes her future husband to be like the Duke, a brave soldier.”

“That’s not difficult,” Nica interrupted.

Miles, a little clueless, nodded along.

It might be hard to find a cunning rchant adept at business or an expert hunter or fisherman in Newmoon Town, but what wasn’t lacking were soldiers.

George, slightly frustrated by the interruption, said, “Hey, let finish!

That’s just the basics; she says her husband has to be as tall as the Duke.”

“How tall is the Duke?” Nica asked.

“As tall as a wall, I guess?

I heard he has to live in a castle because the houses we commoners live in are too small for him.

He would have to stoop to get through the door.”

“Wow!” Nica exclaid.

Such “secrets” must only be known to an aunt obsessed with the Duke.

Miles watched the two of them, then contributed his own “wow” to thicken the atmosphere; in setting the mood, he wasn’t outdone by anyone.

“Then, does she also want the Duke’s wealth?” Nica asked.

“My aunt isn’t that interested in wealth; she says she prefers a man with personal charm,” George said, agreeing with this point.

If his aunt hadn’t been loyal and sentintal, he might not have survived.

Although the little boy wasn’t very tall, he understood many things.

Nica nodded and asked, “What else does she want?”

“At least golden hair, like the Duke,” George stated.

“Oh, Om has ssy red hair,” Nica remarked with regret.

They all liked Om, even though his nose was a bit large; he was very kind.

“Well, can’t help it then,” George said, resigned, knowing his aunt had no interest in Om.

Nica asked, “Do you know a lot about the Duke?”

“Of course, including his battles in the Royal City!” George replied excitedly, albeit with half-baked knowledge.

Many secrets didn’t reach common ears, but they knew roughly who had fought in that war.

And they knew it was a victory.

“Let’s just play that ga instead!”

“What ga?”

“The Goliath War!”

They were in hearty agreent.

George, Miles, and Nica, the three prepared to re-enact that historical scene.

George would play Dragon King Kote, busying himself with moving several bricks as though he were still playing ‘Collapse’, though his clothes had already beco thoroughly dirty—once ho, he was sure to get scolded.

But George had cast aside his earlier worries by now.

Those weren’t important at all—right now, all he wanted to do was share the imagined scenes of that battle with his friends.

The stones could only be piled as high as his shins, and this section of the “wall” George had nad “The City of Gold, Goliath,” an indestructible iron wall.

He hopped onto the wall, the rocks wobbling; his unsteady, comical stance made Nica and Miles giggle.

“Let’s begin!” George yelled, calling out in a high-pitched voice.

Laughter would disrupt the atmosphere.

Nica was to play Queen Rania, but when Miles, playing Duke Lind, threw little stones and sticks at George, launching a fierce attack, Nica had to do double duty.

Since Wen Ruien was believed to have turned the tide of the war by blinding one of Dragon King Kote’s eyes, she had to co into play.