The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 464 - 464 391 Good Leeks!

464: Chapter 391 Good Leeks!

464: Chapter 391 Good Leeks!

Lind received lulan’s ssage and was very pleased with lulan’s initiative in reporting the situation.

Prior to this, he had noticed the forum sections about the Rand Kingdom and the Black Marsh Kingdom.

It could be said that lulan was the choice of the Undead’s hearts.

Now that they could finally join without being rejected, there should be no more picking and choosing.

The news from lulan included so information ntioned by the Undead, but also so high-level secrets that the Undead could not access.

Regarding how to deal with the Undead, it was actually quite simple: combine the treatnt of rcenaries with the way nobles are treated.

Give them enough benefits, and they would be willing to fight for you.

Of course, being good at storytelling was also crucial, no matter where you were.

lulan, carrying the responsibilities of “revenge,” “revival of the Blood Clan,” “unification,” and “resistance against the Abyssal Great Rift,” practically had ‘evil but orderly’ written all over her face.

Lind pointed out several things in detail.

Even if lulan couldn’t learn everything, it would definitely be enough.

Once the matter with the Great Rift here was over, Lind would imdiately head to the Black Marsh Kingdom to continue addressing the next Great Rift.

However, when the ssenger Lena saw Lind, her expression was sowhat blank.

“You, you are the Black Knight?”

She had once personally heard every soldier and farr praising Lind by na.

She had seen Lind shining in the sunlight, but when she discovered the Black Knight was actually Lind, her mind was sharply shaken.

Of course, this strange feeling soon vanished because it made sense to her.

“Black Knight?

I don’t like that nickna.

I just need to kill Redwald.”

Lena nodded softly, knowing this was the Lind she rembered, who always solved problems by killing soone.

The title Black Knight was indeed one they had given themselves.

Lind then looked at the introduction about Lena in the letter, where lulan stated that, among the many Blood Clan she ca in contact with, Lena was a very peculiar existence.

She was intensely enthusiastic about the various policies launched by Lind, including Military rits, Points, shops, etc., and had made buying “Lind’s products” her life’s goal and effort.

That’s why she had sent Lena as the ssenger.

Having been in this world for so ti now, Lind had never imagined he’d actually have fans who loved his “products,” and to the level of blind devotion no less.

Once Lena knew that Lind was the Black Knight, she had already rationalized all his actions in her mind without needing any explanations from Lind.

The reason Lind hid his identity was to prevent Lania from knowing he had killed the resurrected Redwald.

As for the fact that the Black Knight was Lind Armand, it was irrelevant.

The Undead would co up with their own reasonable explanations, and he strongly suspected that 90% of the Undead didn’t care about the plot.

They just wanted to frolic freely in a free world.

Plot?

It’s all ant to be skipped.

At most, after he haphazardly completed the tasks, he’d watch so YouTube bloggers’ videos to “catch up” on what he skipped during the ga.

However, before he could even speak, Lena had already spoken, “I won’t tell anyone about your identity!”

“It doesn’t matter if you do.”

“No, I will keep it a secret!”

Was she really making a big secret out of sothing so trivial?

“Suit yourself.”

Lind quickly wrote his reply, not expecting lulan to be able to rely on his strategy to progress, but it was very convenient for gathering the Undead initially.

The scallions were best harvested when gathered together.

He couldn’t possibly start from scratch in the Black Marsh Kingdom, build up a new base, and construct a fatherly figure to exploit them.

Gather them together and do it fast and ruthless.

The adaptability of the Undead was strong.

They would be thankful.

Seeing Lena eagerly waiting, Lind felt he couldn’t let her trip be in vain.

If it were the Scarlet Nun, he might not care, but since Lena was his “fan,” she deserved special treatnt.

He said, “I can give you so discount coupons.”

Lena’s eyes imdiately lit up.

“Lord, can I still earn points?” Lena asked eagerly, wanting only to work hard and then shop to her heart’s content.

Who understood that, having those beautiful and unique items in the team of Undead, the constant praises were truly addictive.

“lulan will introduce a similar currency.

Maybe in the future, she’ll open up trade routes.”

Since the signal infrastructure hadn’t been laid out to Black Marsh Kingdom, Lind strongly suspected that the Gold Badge could not handle such a long range.

Therefore, transactions would have to be made in a new currency.

Not being strictly tied could lead many Undead to exploit this, but if the governance of the Kingdom was not considered, the difference in exploitation wouldn’t be too vast.

The diligent Scarlet Lady turned into a crow, flapping her wings as she flew away.

Lind felt a bit over the line; how could he use the techniques of exploiting the Undead on an NPC?

His usual tactic with discount coupons was to hike the prices above the Undead’s psychological expectations, and then use the coupons to bring them back to normal levels.

“NPCs as prey, they must be considered prey, right?

Like Lena, a zealous and earnest little ssenger, if one doesn’t take a stab, they might lose sleep over it at night.”

The Black Marsh Kingdom had already entered an “idle mode,” Lind could rely on the Undead to monitor their progress, and the busy Lena would beco the most diligent ssenger conveying ssages.

Lind’s gaze returned to the Abyss.

The exploration of the Undead was rigorous.

Only numbers could compensate for the level gap, but the distinctive feature of the Great Rift lay in defense, with gargoyle statues about fifteen to twenty ters high, possessing high defensive power, able to ignore various attacks.

Beyond the gargoyles, there was a mysterious group of Abyssal Servants, Wizard-like yet with twisting horns resembling old tree roots on their bodies, various curses made the Undead’s lives miserable.

But as the saying goes, they weren’t unkillable, grinding them down slowly was always an option.

Many gars disliked suffering, opting to ditch the session when they couldn’t win, but if the reward was substantial, the suffering wasn’t unacceptable.

The Abyss attacked relentlessly, and the Undead never ceased their assault.

The drop rate for the Abyssal Calamity Heart was not high, yet it had started to beco common, with even the Superior Calamity Heart becoming increasingly abundant.

Upper Rank?

Our Undead haven’t even reached upper rank yet!

Now, as soon as the level cap is unlocked, advancent is definitely secured.

The endless grindstone of flesh and blood operated relentlessly, squeezing the lifeblood of both parties.

The Undead grew ever more valiant in battle, having successfully captured ten high towers and by purchasing various Alchemical Tools like Alchemical Bombs, utilized money to forcefully blast through the defenses of the gargoyles.

It’s well-known that once the first challenge in a dungeon is overco, others will instantly learn the technique and shift from “enduring hardships” to “farming materials.”

Lind couldn’t sustain such massive consumption of Alchemical Bombs, but the Undead could.

They ford a healthy cycle: the Undead on the front lines harvested materials and sold them to Lind, then Lind produced various high-priced items to supply the Undead.

In other regions, they battled the Abyss tremulously, with one hand holding a torch and the other a Longsword, whereas here, they bombarded the Abyss, first with bombs then with Wizards.

It proved that wars in any world were battles of wealth; with sufficient financial support, even the Abyss would tremble.

Lind marveled that he had never been so wealthy.

Other regions suffered amid the Great Rift’s adversity; here, there was only the heat of business.

Business was too hot!

Now, several Undead trading caravans had even left the Abyss to sell the Calamity Heart, carrying away thousands at a ti.

Other Undead disdained such minor profits, casually tossing them to rchants like discarding trash, preferring directly to exchange them for military rits with the Expedition Army.

Little by little, the Undead grew richer.

The increasing abundance of Abyssal Calamity Hearts also led to a minor incident; rchants who spent days next to them doing nothing were infected by the Abyss, and Lind had to give them a “Serpent Ring Emblem” to resist the Abyssal Erosion.

With the Abyssal Calamity Hearts amassed together, so weapons, buildings, and other inanimate objects also began an irregular transformation.

Unlike Lind’s transformation, these items rely possessed the Abyssal Curse.

But soon Lind discovered a very serious problem.

If the level cap was unlocked, the Undead would surely exchange a massive amount of Magic Potions.

He had many types of Upper Rank Magic Potions that could et the class change demands of the Undead, but with so many of them, he might need to produce over ten thousand, considering the potential for promotion failures, perhaps even twenty to thirty thousand bottles.

He could only quickly arrange for Pharmacists within the Rand Kingdom to stock up imdiately.

The entire Gate of phisto’s Great Rift exhibited a completely different atmosphere from other areas in the ga.

In so regions, the Abyss had completely counterattacked the surface, Abyssal Monarchs occupied Human Kingdoms, bringing devastation, completely abandoned, and spreading infection to surrounding countries.

In so regions, humans contended with the Abyss painstakingly, while also dealing with civil strife within the kingdom, and were extrely busy.

In so regions, humans maintained a slight advantage, struggling barely.

Yet in Lind’s area, the mood was completely different; everyone was lively and enthusiastic, as if fighting for discounted rice and eggs with swinging arms.

“How did we get overtaken in the rankings again?

I’m very unhappy right now, I want to be on top!”

“The prize pool is open!

Ti for a draw!”

Having saved up, over ten thousand people participated in an explosive drawing session, drawing until fully satisfied!