The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 648 - 648 490 And Then He And They Lived a Happy Lif

648: Chapter 490: And Then He And They Lived a Happy Life_2 648: Chapter 490: And Then He And They Lived a Happy Life_2 Lind had told half of Little Red Riding Hood’s story and then he deliberately stopped, “I’m sorry, our dance has ended.”

The red-haired girl was eager to know what happened next, but she held herself back.

After returning to the crowd, she looked over towards Lind several tis.

The man sitting next to Lind whispered, “That girl has taken a liking to you.”

Lind sighed with regret, “It’s a pity that I seem to have taken a liking to the blonde girl.”

“Then why don’t you ask her to dance?”

“Can I?”

“This is just a bonfire dance, you can invite anyone.”

Lind then asked the blonde girl to dance and without waiting for her to ask, he began telling the story of “Snow White,” stopping abruptly at a critical part just like he had with Little Red Riding Hood’s story, leaving them to wonder whether the princess ate the poisoned apple or not.

Once seated again, now there were two girls frequently looking his way.

“That girl has taken a liking to you too,” the man said, astonished.

A very charming Traveler.

Without a hint of sha, Lind bluntly stated, “It’s a pity, but I think I like the girl with the black hair even more.”

Then he stood up and walked towards the black-haired girl under everyone’s astonished gaze.

As expected, when Lind stopped dancing, three girls had their eyes on him, with no intention of looking away.

Is that the end?

Of course not.

Lind approached the girl who initially danced very well.

Now there were four girls watching him.

In the whole village, there were only four unmarried girls!

“In any story, the role I play would certainly not be a good one,” Lind smiled.

Through physical contact with the four girls, he had discovered the problem here.

The people loved to hear stories.

The underlying reason was unknown, but it was clear that it differed from the Moonlight Kingdom as understood by the Prince of Dual Swords.

Soone would invite him for dinner to hear stories from outside, and the entire village would hold a bonfire dinner for him.

Girls could be drawn to his stories.

But the problem he discovered went beyond that; for example, the redhead he had touched had a sturdy body, calluses on the fingertips from years of sword practice, and legs slightly apart when standing, much like a soldier.

The blonde girl had a faint fragrance about her, fair skin, and not a single callus on her fingers.

She was a lady of leisure, and her walking manner proved it.

The black-haired girl must be a typical country girl.

Lind found many needle pricks on her fingers, showing she often stitched and nded.

Moreover, among the four girls, her physique was the strongest.

She definitely did heavy labor often, and there was even so flab on her belly.

As for the last one, Lind couldn’t guess what she did, but he noticed that when he danced with her, the effect was far less than with her very matching dance partner.

Lind thought he danced quite adequately; why couldn’t he compare to the pair who “danced for the first ti” together?

If he was normal, then those two were not—they had not danced just once, but countless tis.

Then it ca to storytelling ti.

It was apparent the bonfire party wasn’t important, nor was dancing.

What was most important was having Lind tell a story.

Lind thought for a mont and told the story of “The Three Little Pigs” completely, deliberately leaving out the human elent.

Everyone was unsatisfied, but Lind had no intention of continuing.

“I’m sleepy.

My mind can’t focus when I’m tired.

Yawn~ Thank you all for your hospitality.

I’ll tell another story next ti, definitely!”

He stood and left straight away.

He had a vague guess about what would happen next.

Deep into the night, the crowd dispersed.

Sound sleep in his room.

Until the morning, when Lind got up leisurely, the air felt even fresher than the day before, and he even had an impulse to stay here forever, never to leave, to beco one of them.

“It’s terrible!” A child ran over anxiously, and Lind had so impression of him.

“It’s terrible!

Rella sister has been taken away by the scary witch in the forest.”

The little fella was out of breath.

Hearing his voice, the surrounding villagers were gathering and discussing in a noisy chatter.

Yet Lind asked, “Who is Rella?”

“The girl who danced with you last night.”

“Four people danced with last night.” Lind turned his head and, as expected, found that the four dance partners were missing.

He looked down at the little fella, “Little friend, lying will get you eaten by the big bad wolf, you know.”

A scary old witch takes away a girl, and you managed to run back?

What nonsense!

If it’s about an outsider Traveler saving a girl he t at the dance, venturing into danger, and then…

it shouldn’t be just one person missing.

He had as many as four dance partners last night!

“It’s terrible!

Jini has been taken away by the terrible witch in the forest.”

…

“It’s terrible!

Shelly has been taken away by the terrible witch in the forest.”

…

“It’s terrible!

Sina has been taken away by the terrible witch in the forest.”

…

Very well, all four dance partners have been abducted by the witch.

Thankfully there were enough children available; otherwise, the informant would have had to reintroduce the sa actors.

So, the next part of the story ought to be the powerful outsider Traveler who goes deep into the forest to rescue his beloved and duels with the witch.

“I’ll go save them,” Lind said.

“No, it’s too dangerous.

That witch possesses terrifying magic; she can turn people into lambs and also brew dreadful Magic Potion.”

You should have ntioned this powerful witch earlier; able to control and make potions, she’s a must-capture!

Lind shook his head: “After dancing with them last night, I have fallen in love with them.”

The crowd: “…”

Their expressions froze for a mont as if sothing was about to break, yet it quickly recovered.

“Who can tell the way?” Lind asked.

“Head deep into the forest; an ugly mushroom house is where the witch lives.”

“I’ll bring them back!”

Lind grabbed his sword and sprinted off, diving into the forest under the worried gaze of the villagers.

At first, the forest was lush and vibrant, with small animals scurrying by.

But as he went deeper, the trunks withered, and the air filled with haze.

The ground no longer bore green grass, and even the small creatures turned into spiders, lizards, and the like.

“How naive, why assu lizards are bad, rabbits are good, just because of their appearance?”

Lind gazed into the distance, looking past the black tentacle-like trembling shadows of the tree trunks to see a large purple mushroom house.

“Stereotypes are just too heavy.”

After ntally critiquing once more, Lind concealed his tracks and swiftly approached the mushroom house.

“Kikikiki~” Strange laughter ca from inside.

Looking through the window, he saw the old witch stirring a huge cauldron of soup with a wooden stick, the Magic Potion bubbling and emitting an unbearable stench.

And in the corner, there were four lambs, presumably the four girls transford into sheep.

“Tier 3 strength.”

Lind kicked the door open and strode in.

“Who are you!” the witch looked at Lind nervously.

“Your end has co!”

Lind thrust his sword, and at such close range, the Tier 3 witch had no chance but death.

As she fell, Lind wasn’t sure if he was mistaken, but he thought he saw a relieved smile on her face.

Then he looked at the four sheep.

Save them?

Hardly necessary.

Besides, he wouldn’t.

Just as he was considering whether to turn around and leave, the four sheep “baa-baa’d” at him a few tis, then kept nudging at the cauldron’s soup.

“Is this the antidote?” he asked.

All four sheep nodded.

He spooned out four bowls and placed them in front of the sheep, which drank down the antidote and, in a burst of fireworks-like transformation effects, turned back into four girls.

The girls gazed at Lind with affection: “You saved us!”

“You don’t happen to be thinking of offering yourselves in gratitude, do you?”

…

anwhile, in a distant castle’s study.

On the table, a pen controlled by no one scribbled content onto the paper.

“…Traveler Mr.

Candy with golden hair ventured into the perilous forest to save his dance partners from the night.

With his exquisite skills, he slew the detestable old witch and used Magic Potion to rescue the victimized girls Rella, Jini, Shelly, and Sina, and from that day on, he lived happily ever after with them.”

The pen paused as if grappling with sothing.

It seems, sothing wasn’t quite right.