The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 446 - 446 375 Master Boyd

446: Chapter 375 Master Boyd 446: Chapter 375 Master Boyd The Undead had hit a wall in their interactions.

In real life, they might be socially anxious, but once they entered the ga, they beca the freest and most unconstrained people.

Watching an Undead try to verbally assault the short and plump Pustule Exile to bridge their relationship, Boyd, who just walked out of the room with Lind, couldn’t help but say, “Don’t ss with that guy, he’s not picky.”

The Undead shuddered and imdiately stepped back to Lind’s side.

Fearful, only by standing beside Lind could they feel safe.

Only Lind and Boyd had dinner, which consisted of dried at and coarse bread.

The texture was so bad that Lind felt his teeth, strong enough to bite through a steel sword, were being obstructed.

But it tasted much better than boiled beans!

The Undead also had their own snacks; so were bored and pulled out weapons to clean and maintain, while others spaced out, probably browsing the official website.

“They don’t need to eat?” Lind asked, watching the Exiles doing their own thing.

“They’re not fools!” Boyd raised his hand and knocked on the iron cage on his head, “Lind, this thing is just an iron cover; it doesn’t turn people wearing it into idiots.”

“You’re right,” Lind laughed, admitting he indeed had been looking at the Exiles as if they were disabled.

“I’ve answered your question, now it’s your turn to answer mine,” Boyd nudged Lind with his chin.

“Hmm?”

“Pfft!” An Undead who was just about to drink water burst into a spray; they noticed sothing off about the angle Boyd was standing.

NPCs chatting is this explosive, huh.

But that’s not right; this world has always been explosive.

For instance, prostitution has never been completely eradicated.

There were also Undead who mastered the skill of spying.

Just by tailing a couple of NPC husband and wife and squatting outside their house at night, one could likely hear so special noises.

There’s also Miss Chronicler Doris beside Lind, the biggest rumor monger.

The people of this apocalypse won’t suppress sexuality; there’s today but no tomorrow, after all, this is an 18 ga.

“Join in the bathroom later.”

“Can I co too?” the Undead were excited.

Husband is calling; that should be alright, shouldn’t it?

Promise not to screenshot…

at most, screenshot but not share…

even if shared, it will be censored…

“Hahaha!” Boyd laughed heartily.

“I haven’t seen such interesting people in a long ti.

Do you really want to see?”

“What?

That?!

Of course, we want to see!”

All the Undead were suddenly interested.

Only Lind had a helpless look.

Although he didn’t know Boyd well, he knew what Boyd was planning to do.

This guy was a distributor of little art books, and anyone who slept with him had to first consider whether they would end up in his artwork…

in a naked, embarrassing position, regardless of gender.

When Boyd took out his collection, it imdiately caused an outcry from the Undead.

“My apologies, it turns out you are the Master of Doujinshi!”

“Who is this?”

“It’s so divinely painted.”

Lind didn’t even look.

It wasn’t that he was pretending to be superior, but he had critically viewed it many tis already and other than not being able to replicate it due to his own lacking drawing skills, it no longer brought him any novelty.

“Master, do you have any new works?” the specifically Undead had already changed their tone.

There’s only one thing that could instantly make soone “humble” on the internet, and it’s called begging for resources!

“Of course, there are!” Discussing his new works, Boyd also beca interested.

He brought back a few paintings, but the images in the paintings were a bit distorted; they should be individual Exiles.

Lind’s gaze instantly turned solemn.

The voice of the Undead alongside further explained what Lind had seen.

“This painting, it actually has an attribute; it’s an item!”

Yes, it was an item with attributes, and moreover, one that ca with so enhancents.

Lind took a painting that depicted a short, thin exile.

“That is ‘Rat Catcher,’ a frail Nuoerder.”

“Nuoerder?” Lind had never heard the na before.

“A race he created himself.

His mother was a Rand, and his father, whom she didn’t know, was from Nuoer…

a race living in the mountains; very thin.

The Nuoerders in the mountains were wiped out over twenty years ago,” explained Boyd, “His mother was the daughter of a village lord.

After being raped, she gave birth to Rat Catcher, but the lord wouldn’t recognize his grandson with such filthy blood, so he had to make a living by catching rats in the village.”

Lind nodded.

The story of illegitimate children was always like this.

“What happened next?” asked an Undead.

They were more concerned about the story of Rat Catcher.

“He said he had a happy childhood, I guess, because that guy was not articulate at all.

He would just pout his lips, show his buck teeth, and then make a squeaking sound,” Boyd imitated, but wearing an iron cage mask, so the imitation wasn’t very accurate, “Then he would display a Nuoerder smile.”

Boyd pulled at his mouth with both hands.

“What happened next?”

“Rat Catcher was a very generous person; he would gift the rats he caught to people’s dining tables, farrs’ wives’ beds, leatherwork’s boots, and there were even people who got their noses and ears bitten off by rats because of him, hahaha!” Boyd told a chilling story; no one present laughed.

“He was the lord’s grandson, even if the lord wouldn’t acknowledge it, no one dared to really do anything to him.”

This ti, nobody needed to ask “What happened next?” as Boyd was about to rush through the rest of the story.

“The day was his mother’s wedding, she was marrying a rchant.

A non-virgin noblewoman wasn’t easy to marry off, and Rat Catcher decided to secure his mother’s happiness.

He followed a rat into the rchant’s house and then with a knife—this long,” Boyd raised his hand, gesturing about 5 centiters, “with that knife, he gave his mother and the entire family of the rchant, about a dozen people, a bloody Nuoerder smile from left ear to right ear.”

“Hiss—”

“Clown!”

The Undeads said.

So, when they looked again at the painting titled “Rat Catcher,” they felt that the enhancent aspect was very fitting.

[Rat Catcher: A work of Artist Boyd, chronicling the story of the happy Rat Catcher, and featuring the iconic Nuoerder smile.

Agility 10, Nuoerder smile permanence when equipped]

After touching this painting, the muscles on one’s face were forcibly stretched to display the so-called Nuoerder smile!

“Does every painting have a story?”

“Of course!”

Boyd picked up the second painting: “This guy is called ‘the Insatiable One,’ it’s that guy.”

He pointed at an exile whom the Undeads had earlier flirted with.

The short, stout figure indeed resembled him.

“Don’t underestimate that fellow; he’s one of the most dangerous here.

He eats humans, not because he likes to, but because the god he worships guides him to do so.

This world has countless ssy beliefs, I sotis feel like setting up a statue and proclaiming myself the Church of Boyd!”

[The Insatiable One: A work of Artist Boyd, recording the story of an insatiable fellow, a scary guy always radiating an indifferent aura.

Strength 10, Fear Resistance -10]

Boyd was very keen on introducing his paintings, but everyone else found it sowhat torturous, especially as the night had completely fallen, and those inhumane individuals from the paintings were wandering around nearby.

It had nothing to do with strength or weakness, purely a chilling sensation.