The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 428 - 428 Start brushing the Crest from 361

428: Start brushing the Crest from Chapter 361 428: Start brushing the Crest from Chapter 361 At Snake Catcher Fortress, the Undead were carrying stones, and seeing the Undead’s feverish work rate, NPCs from Newmoon Town couldn’t help but gape in astonishnt.

They had never seen anyone work so hard.

“It seems like I’ve exceeded the carrying limit, I’m losing health haha!”

When people saw an Undead, whose body was crushed and bleeding profusely, still smiling, they felt it was madness.

Why did these people love working so much?

“Is there a script for this?

This task is a bit boring, but I’m almost saving enough money!”

The Undead were not fated to carry bricks forever.

When they felt bored, or had saved up enough to buy a sword, they would start their next course of action.

Because Lind had already opened the “property purchase qualification,” one could obtain points in a main city, maintain a friendly, non-wanted status, and then buy a house.

Even buying land and building your own house was possible.

So newly-entered studios and ga guilds started to work together to farm points.

The temptation of owning a base with your own house was just too great.

So were planning to pool their resources.

While a single room was small for one person, if several dozen people contributed together, couldn’t they afford a small courtyard?

In the ga, if you set your senses to their highest, the sensory system wasn’t much different from reality.

Everyone could occasionally get together for als and such, avoiding real-world expenses and consurism.

The more they thought about it, the more excited they beca.

So, let the pioneering begin!

The surrounding Calamities were the first to be addressed.

…

In the City of Gold, Goliath, at the Royal Palace.

Lind had just hurried back on horseback.

As the currently fastest flying object in the country, the Flying Dragon often set off with a full load, going from east to west, north to south.

It delivered items that weren’t worth transporting through teleportation gates or couldn’t reach through gates.

Instead of fighting in battles, Alex was more comfortable with his current life, which wasn’t much different from his previous life hauling carts.

Flying didn’t tire him, and whenever he arrived in a village, he felt genuine pride watching people’s panicky or awe-struck glances.

Only two people sat at the long table in the conference room.

Lania supported a seal in her left hand and pressed down with the palm of her right, red wax oozing out as she squeezed.

When she lifted the seal, there was only a dragon-shaped imprint left underneath.

The mont the wax was pressed down signified the law taking effect.

Lania’s face flickered in the candlelight, “Are you really planning to implent it now?”

“Yes, we probably don’t have much ti left.

We have to implent it now,” Lind nodded.

She handed the scroll to Lind, hesitating to speak.

She thought Lind’s plan was risky—they had discussed it many tis before.

The core of the discussion was whether to grant certain rights to the Undead.

The King needed to grant nobility titles ceaselessly to increase his own power, but if the granted Nobles were Undead, it could be a terrible situation.

For this reason, the answer they ultimately discussed was to wait a few years.

However, this answer was reached because Lind at that ti guessed that the Undead might disappear after a year due to updates.

Unexpectedly, the open beta update not only didn’t make the Undead disappear but also brought even more of them sooner than expected.

So previous plans also had to be moved up the schedule.

Lind looked over the decree to be sure the content was correct before rolling it up and saying, “In a while, I will head to Griffin Fortress.

We must figure out what the Duke of Griffin intends, submission or destruction.”

The other party, as the Old Nobility, had never been overthrown, and moreover, Tao Lexi, as a mber of the Old Nobility, had beco the most popular Poster Girl of a main city in the south.

There must be certain reasons for this.

Everything that could coexist peacefully with “The Officials” was worth his most malicious speculation and caution.

After leaving the Royal Palace, Lind was ready to publicize the new “Officer System” as fast as possible, but the system had to be built on the Magic Task System.

So he still had to “update” via letters, which would definitely be a bit hectic and not very tily.

But as soon as one Undead saw it, soon all the other Undead would see it too.

He had no worries about the spread of information.

As Lind handed the scroll to his subordinates for processing, he also encountered his fiancée, Tione.

Affection level: 0

Lind seriously doubted whether her brain could really understand what emotions were.

Although she seed normal in all respects, emotions do not lie.

Tione was just making a routine round, interested in all external information, and eager to collect others’ emotions.

It seed that she too wanted to fulfill the duties of a wife, but Lind had no interest in hugging a nuclear bomb that could explode at any mont.

The two had no interaction, passing by like strangers.

This was the norm, as Lind once found that Tione had devised an “action chart” with strict ti divisions, outlining what she should do at which tis.

In her allotted Lind-related ti, she was a fiancée, but as soon as the ti was up, she had to be busy with the next thing, unable to linger even if the fiancé objected, or risk a nuclear bomb sword strike.

The Undead had also beco smart.

Even Lind’s notoriously hard-to-improve affection level could be raised, but since Tione was perpetually at 0, it was not worth wasting ti on her.

Onto the notebook, then.

Lind returned to Armand Manor.

New maids and butlers had been hired within the manor, though their work was not hard, since Lind often lived outside, requiring them only to clean occasionally and wash clothes.

“What’s for dinner?” Lind asked casually, undoing his robe.

The complex Noble attire, although not nearly as heavy as armor, felt much more stifling than wearing armor.

“Pan-fried small fish, sent from Black Island,” said the housekeeper.

“Sounds good.”

“Where are they?” Lind noticed the familiar figures were not at the table.

Miss Doris, the Recorder Officer, received a room at Lind’s place for her earnest and responsible attitude.

However, she stayed at other locations most of the ti.

Miss Miko was definitely supposed to be at Lind’s place, and so was Miss Troll, Esha.

Wen had lived here before, but she had already returned to Raven City, together with the Crystal Mage.

“Miss Isa said she has a problem that hasn’t been solved yet.

She’s reading in the library, and I’ve left her so food,” she said.

“What about Miko?”

After the housekeeper pulled out a chair, Lind sat down and took the towel she passed to him to wipe his hands.

“Miss Miko, she—” the housekeeper began, but footsteps were already approaching.

Miko wasn’t wearing her wide-brimd mage’s hat, her short hair evident, but her expression seed sowhat off.

Lately, Miko’s state of mind didn’t seem quite right, but Lind had been too busy with nurous matters to pay close attention to her.

“The favorability rating has dropped so much?” Lind glanced at her subconsciously.

It was almost at the level of ordinary friends, even close to Doris’s standards.

Currently, the highest favorability rating was Wen Ruien’s, full favorability.

This was related to Wen’s way of thinking.

Once she acknowledged soone, it was full favorability, but don’t expect to do anything to her because an “Angel’s” thought patterns are different from ordinary people’s.

Next was Lania, whose favorability had subtly decreased recently, probably because she had cald down.

Then there was lulan, whose high favorability with him was more akin to mutual understanding after surviving an ordeal together.

‘Lover’ Aisley Reyes’s favorability towards Lind was equally high, stemming from gratitude, admiration, and fear.

Lind waved his hand, signaling the housekeeper to leave.

“Lind, there’s sothing I want to tell you,” Miko said, her expression conflicted, clearly having wrestled with it for a long ti.

“Go ahead,” Lind nodded gently, waiting for the likely troubling matter she was struggling to confess.

“I co from Sky Star Magic School, but I’m not a student; I was just a broom girl in the library.” Miko clenched her fists slightly.

“I love magic and Magic Potion, but I’ve only self-studied a part of it.

Later, I left the Sky Star Magic School and disguised myself using a student’s identity.”

She looked up at Lind, her eyes red-rimd, truly resembling a “rabbit” at that mont.

“I’m very sorry.”

Lind’s voice was deep, “I don’t know any broom girl, but soone as exceptional in Magic Potion as you, not being admitted by the Sky Star Magic School?

When I have ti, I’ll go there and give those who look down on people a good lesson.”

She looked up at Lind abruptly, the answer sowhat unexpected, yet precisely sothing Lind would do.

The unexpected part was that he wasn’t angry about her concealing her identity.

The part about Lind was that he seed to protect her from the very beginning, and this ti was no exception.

To Lind, Miko’s identity wasn’t important at all; in fact, it was even better that she wasn’t a student of the Sky Star Magic School.

Not to ntion the Ghost Selena, take Miss Troll Isa, for instance—she had a very firm sense of self and would contend her point when her opinions differed from Lind’s, and would refuse to help.

Miko was different; Lind would snatch all the Magic Potion and materials and give them to her, then she’d hoard them away like a rodent and offer all her help to Lind.

Their relationship was one of total mutual trust and reassurance, far beyond anything else.

As Miss Troll put it, for a personal Pharmacist, skills weren’t the most important—it was trust.

“You are my chief Magic Potion Pharmacist.”

“What?”

“Chief Magic Potion Pharmacist.”

“What?”

Lind: “Is there a problem with your ears?”

Miko showed her rabbit teeth: “I want you to say it a few more tis.”

“Ahem, Miss Miko, may I ask if you would be willing to beco the chief Pharmacist for Duke Lind Armand?” Lind stood up and bowed slightly as he spoke, “You know, the Duke’s trust in you is irreplaceable.”

“It’s an honor, my lord!” Miko squinted, tears trembling on her eyelashes.

Lind sighed inwardly—her favorability had risen beyond Lania’s, the young lady was too easy to please, but…

what about his own favorability towards her?

He subconsciously checked it.

“Isn’t this abnormal?

How co my favorability towards her is also over 90 now?”

He looked at Miko’s radiantly joyful smile and smiled too.

Well, that’s normal.

“Chief Pharmacist, I need you to prepare so Magic Potions for ,” Lind said.

“How many?”

“Bard Magic Potion, rfolk Magic Potion, Swordsman Magic Potion…” he nodded, “Yes, several.”

Of these, he would probably only drink the Bard Magic Potion, but since the Bard had no anthology, Lind could only try using “The Piper in the Floral Garnt” to see the effect; the effects of the other potions were negligible, repetitive use wouldn’t help and might even cause so mutations in the body.

He didn’t need to consu the Magic Potions, but he had to “farm” the crests.

Along with that, previous anthologies like “The Last Refuge,” “Along the River,” and “Lady of the Moon.”

“I can prepare them by tonight.”

The newly appointed “Chief Pharmacist” seed exhilarated.

Lind nodded.

They went to the room with the best lighting on the rooftop, which happened to be Lind’s bedroom.

He opened the window to let the moonlight shine in.

Miss Miko quietly brewed the Magic Potion while Lind took a basic anthology and read silently.

He didn’t need the power from the Magic Potion path, only the enhancents from the crests, but he needed Miko to brew extra potions to activate the crests.

Soon, the first bottle of Magic Potion was ready.

Ti to ‘farm’ the crests!