The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 69 - 69 65 Gold Badge Handwritten Poetry Collection

69: Chapter 65 Gold Badge, Handwritten Poetry Collection, and Magic Potion (5K) 69: Chapter 65 Gold Badge, Handwritten Poetry Collection, and Magic Potion (5K) Who?

Old Cheli?!

Lock stared at the frightened Old Cheli.

This shaless rchant, always scheming for small advantages, thinking neither he nor his brother knew, what right did he have to be the town mayor!

“I…” Old Cheli’s throat was dry.

“I’m willing!” His voice was hoarse, but he almost seed to be floating with eagerness.

Why refuse?

Even if he had to obey Lind in the future, he could still be the mayor, couldn’t he?

“Very well,” Lind was pleased, “then Mayor Old Cheli, go and summon the residents who haven’t arrived yet, and tell them the good news.”

Lind gave a few tasks to the Undead nearby, who imdiately acted as enthusiastic bodyguards, their previous ferocious killing spree making the Undead truly intimidating.

“The royal army asked to bring you a ssage!”

The corner of his mouth twitched, he should never have expected these people to act decently.

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Ronin gently rotated his wrist, easing the soreness caused by having his arms hung for a long ti.

At this stage, he absolutely couldn’t lift his arms, it was fine to say he had no power to resist temporarily.

“That bastard!” Watching his forr town hall being consud by fire, Ronin’s barely adjusted smile disappeared once again.

He looked at the Undead beside him.

Too many things had happened in the past day or two, his useless brother suddenly brought a mad wolf following the New Nobility, didn’t that idiot know that they were once part of the Old Nobility too?

Being labeled, there indeed were ways to remove it, but why would the New Nobility bother to remove their own label when all they wanted was just Prey Town?

The most likely scenario was the New Nobility capturing Prey Town, then, to save troubles, they would eliminate him and his brother.

His brother beca the mayor of Prey Town, then, his brother was driven to despair by the other side.

Then, the mad wolf died, and he was released.

The drama and twists made Ronin want to invite Rards, skilled at spontaneous creativity, to sing about this absurd experience.

The Soldier beside him was neither a Wanderer nor seed like one of the Old Nobility’s soldiers, Ronin even sensed a clear stupidity about him.

Such people were the most troubleso because they are too “pure” and stubborn; their attitude made it clear, they would definitely obey the Old Nobility that took over Prey Town.

Actually, when he heard that a group of people used ladders, and in a suicidal manner, forcibly breached the walls of Prey Town, Ronin thought these people were mad.

Was the spirit of the Old Nobility truly that important?!

He didn’t think he could turn a group of Dedicated Soldiers who were not even afraid of death, so Ronin kept his mouth shut the whole ti.

If it were the mad wolf, he might have used so conditions to exchange for their rebellion.

Such as handing over his Magic Potion formula, his copied collection of poems or even a Gold Badge.

But for these people, he felt he could save his saliva, they had already proven their loyalty with their deaths, they wouldn’t betray for benefits.

The person leading the way stopped, Ronin looked ahead.

The ones blocking the path were quadruplets.

Black short hair, muscular, carrying a Greatsword.

A rough aura and a pungent sll of cruelty and blood hit him.

There could be such similar people.

He shifted his gaze to the side.

And there could be such beautiful people.

Moreover, these people really looked highly alike, so many twins suddenly appeared.

Ronin finally looked at the two figures chatting.

One was the rchant of Prey Town, Old Cheli, the other a golden-haired man wearing chainmail and wrapped in a cloak, his rugged handso face and the hard-to-conceal nobility confirming to Ronin that he was one of the Old Nobility.

Old Cheli was sowhat afraid of Ronin, shrinking his neck and retreating to one side, but Ronin paid him no mind.

“Ronin, nice to see you again,” Lind noticed Ronin and ca over with a smile to greet him.

Ronin forced a smile, what do you an ‘again’?

Do we know each other?

“A few years ago,” Lind offered a reminder, “when the world wasn’t so ssed up, I ca from Goliath to Star Dragon Ridge, and during that ti, I also visited Prey Town and went to the church a few tis.”

“My lord!” Ronin imdiately bowed his head.

He couldn’t recall who the other person was, ntioning Star Dragon Ridge only reminded him of a Kingdom soldier at a border post.

Located in the heartland of this continent, the Rand Kingdom had thousands of such outposts, hardly anyone notable.

But if he ca from Goliath, it indicated his significant status…but why would a noble of such high lineage, the blood of Gold, co to such a remote place?

Only the ntion of Goliath sparked an idea in Ronin, coming from the City of Gold ant at least so significant status.

Calling him ‘my lord’ certainly wouldn’t be a mistake.

“I once served His Royal Highness the Great Prince,” Lind casually ntioned.

Ronin instantly understood.

Failed in a power struggle, ca to hide out.

He even guessed that if not for the sudden collapse of the Ring of Magic, this young man would have returned to Goliath long ago, leveraging his noble blood.

Though he didn’t care about so-called noble bloodlines in his heart, he was very respectful on the surface.

“I am honored to see you again, my lord!” Ronin’s attitude was quite good, even though he couldn’t recall ever having t him.

That’s socializing.

“I am glad you are unhard!

Upon hearing that you were imprisoned by a mad barbarian, I was furiously angry and imdiately led people to storm here.”