The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 573 - 573 452 Black Knight Should Log In Again2

573: Chapter 452 Black Knight Should Log In Again_2 573: Chapter 452 Black Knight Should Log In Again_2 “Leaving, what does this have to do with spending money?”

“Maybe it’s just what they like,” Lind said.

An unbeatable response.

With his beastly brain, the Beastmaster decided it was too difficult to ponder and pretended he hadn’t asked.

Then Lind called for Soralis, not for no reason—the beast girl was a bit dumb and easy to fool.

…

“Anyone up for a brotherly etup offline tomorrow?” Rand shouted out loud.

His team needed to recruit more people urgently.

Once the 24-hour update was over, they would log into the new version the day after tomorrow, sure to face a fresh start.

Places said to only exist in legends like “Stone Beast Fort” and “Misty Rain City” would be opening.

More hands made for lighter work, and being a step ahead ant securing better loot.

He could even imagine that more systems, professions, weapons, and precious materials would be further unveiled.

The issue now was manpower; if the Undead from Rand Kingdom could co, his rchant runs could continue.

“Those interested can private ssage ; I’ll treat you to a al!” Rand shouted.

“That’s a lot of people, wouldn’t a day’s ti be rushed?” so worried.

“Relax, I’ve got a buddy whose family runs a hotel—we can sort out food and lodging.

They handle big gatherings, team buildings, weddings, you na it.

It’s a chance for us to et face to face, share gaplay tips and experiences.

We’re friends here; the main thing is to have fun together!”

Many chose to accept the invitation,

and so who didn’t like big gatherings in the sa city or province decided to have a smaller etup, a face-to-face.

Others were simply unwilling.

“I have to work overti tomorrow, damn it!”

“Then next ti.

I’m prepping for exams.”

“Postgrad candidates play gas too?”

“I hadn’t played before, but you know, there’s the draw for that ‘cat’.

The ga’s updating soon, gotta spend the cash now or it might go to waste.”

So couldn’t help but get sentintal: “Sigh, who knows what this place will look like when we co back.”

Seeing and touching in reality was a wholly different feeling from staring at a monitor.

And who knew if this departure might an a permanent farewell to so NPCs.

“It’s ti to countdown to log-off.”

“Do you think if I don’t log off now, I’ll take all my gear and be transported to Another World?

Damn, why didn’t I reclass as a skeleton?

What a waste!”

“I was thinking of the no-logout button.”

“I’m off!”

They waved goodbye to each other—it was just one day apart, after all, nothing much.

“Moon Slash Blade, Black Tortoise Shield, grab so takeout for later,” Dragon Scale Sword said as he made a gesture of lifting his hand to his head as if to remove a helt, and the next mont, he disappeared.

“Takeout again?

Dad doesn’t even ask,” Moon Slash Blade complained, and he too vanished.

“No worries, I’ll get it.

Last ti he…” Black Tortoise Shield didn’t finish his sentence.

The whole Undead-led Newbie Village instantaneously lost its Undead figures.

anwhile, in Rand Kingdom.

Tinkerbell was on the verge of turning into a daily live-stream host, where her viewership gradually shifted from mostly n to a near-even split between n and won.

That brings us to her way of playing—she wasn’t good at fighting, but always joyful.

Both NPCs and the Undead grew fond of her.

She spent her days exploring stores and had even started her own little shop.

Aside from visiting the ga guild, she was DIYing her shop and had hired several NPCs.

Thanks to her willingness to invest and influencer status, many Undead frequented her shop, so business was always good.

“We might have to leave for a while,” Tinkerbell told the NPCs in her shop.

“Just keep the shop running as usual.

We’re going to be gone for a long ti, so just look after the place and help yourselves to food and drink.”

There were many players cautioning their NPCs like Tinkerbell, all harboring guesses that this update would an an extended absence.

But nobody knew whether it would be for months, a year, or even longer.

And so situations were even more troubleso.

Across from the Undead, a handso female NPC was earnestly being instructed.

Although marriage between the Undead and locals in Rand Kingdom wasn’t allowed—Undead couldn’t even take off their undergarnts—this didn’t stop locals from wanting to settle down with them.

Even if they could only exchange saliva on the face and nothing else, the peace and good days that followed were a preferable choice over the previous hard tis.

“Ah, my wife,” the Undead lanted with heavy heart.

He had enjoyed his relationship with the NPC woman, but now resented the ga’s realism.

To him, it was just a 24-hour departure, but to the NPCs, it could be months, or even a year.

“We had a pure love, wife.

Keep away from blondes.”

“Blondes?

What are blondes?” the female NPC asked, baffled.

“It’s guys with a head full of blonde hair, like Lind!” the Undead despaired, “Wife, I’m leaving.

Don’t cheat on .”

While others anticipated the new version, pure love warriors would endure the toughest 24 hours.

In Rand Kingdom, Rania was reviewing a map.

“Your Majesty!

The Undead have vanished!”

“What?”

“All of the Undead are gone.

Reports are coming in from all Main Cities, including the Black Marsh Kingdom frontline.”