The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 735 - 735 533 The Magic World is Not About Fighting

735: Chapter 533: The Magic World is Not About Fighting and Killing, It’s About Human Relations 735: Chapter 533: The Magic World is Not About Fighting and Killing, It’s About Human Relations “War Throne?”

The Silver Waterfall Swordswoman still headed to the War Throne amid Tinker Bell’s enthusiastic, non-crotch-gazing invitation.

Though the Undead are known for talking to themselves, randomly thanking soone, or suddenly making strange movents that startle, setting aside these quirks, the other party is still quite trustworthy.

By the roadside, a campfire was lit, the dark red flas illuminating half her face, one side scorching hot while the other endured the unique chill of the fractured moonlight.

She found Tinker Bell’s self-talking, without gazing at the crotch, quite amusing.

“Ah?

You want to watch again?

Just this once, wow!”

Tinker Bell backed up two steps and nudged her nose as she spoke.

Like a cute, whiny, dim-witted puppy.

Thump~Thump~!

Silver Waterfall Swordswoman Lea’s heart suddenly began to beat wildly; she thought the other’s antics were rather adorable.

Gurgle gurgle.

She was hungry, but seeing the other seemingly engaging in chat, Silver Waterfall Swordswoman did not disturb her casually.

In her view, only powerful deities could communicate across ti and space at will; the other’s behavior did not quite resemble talking to deities.

No, that’s not right; the Undead’s unique disregard for rank ans they are disrespectful towards everyone: formidable adversaries, great deities, mighty lords, and so on.

“Cute, right?” Tinker Bell’s nose crinkled a little when she smiled, “This is my trademark!

It’s a basic move in our short video industry.”

So gain hundreds of thousands of fans overnight just for a lovely smile, others for a lock-picking video hitting the news, and then so…

too many to count.

She, by virtue of her cheerful personality, beca a small strear and barely scraped by.

Luckily, the streaming contract was lenient, and now she mainly stread a ga, casually playing and earning a minimum guarantee after sleeping and racking up hours.

There are people in the world who know they are cute and unabashedly flaunt it without being annoying, and Tinker Bell fits this bill, a view Silver Waterfall Swordswoman agreed with.

Didn’t understand, but that didn’t stop her from nodding.

“Ah?

Thanks, boss, no, not boss, you are the real boss!” Tinker Bell suddenly exclaid, “We are still a day’s journey from the War Throne, hmm, yeah, I can try!”

Suddenly, she raised her hands and seed to remove an invisible helt, disappearing from Silver Waterfall Swordswoman Lea’s view.

After a while, she reappeared, laughing very excitedly.

“Lea, you must be hungry, try this.”

Tinker Bell began to barbecue, her sleepy orange cat looked up expectantly at the litter scooper continually whipping out pre-prepared barbecue ingredients.

“An Orleans-style remake, it’s a specialty of Rand Kingdom.”

“Rand Kingdom?” Inhaling the aroma, Silver Waterfall Swordswoman didn’t forget to keep chatting.

“Yeah, do you know of Lind Armand?”

“I think…

I’ve heard of it?” She had co across it in so books, the “masochistic romance” tales between Silver Waterfall Swordswoman and the Black Knight were shockingly diverse.

But she couldn’t do much about it and could only pretend to be ignorant.

“The Lord of War Throne, with a giant dragon under his command, the King of Black Phosphorus, and nurous deities.” Tinker Bell summarized Lind’s power simply from her understanding; since Lind established the War Throne city-state, those deities belonging to different districts surely owed allegiance to Lind.

“Not only that, he’s also the lord of Shilu Continent and Enstad Continent.”

“Lord of two planes?”

“Two and a half?”

Tinker Bell felt a bit uncertain as she said this; Lind’s influence was absolute on Shilu Continent, but not quite so on Enstad Continent.

Expanding from the starting point, the Black Knight’s underground tomb, there wasn’t much talent for governance, making his control weak.

As for the last continent, it was rely where his reputation existed, and its impact was negligible.

Without outsiders’ interference, the continent’s powers had already made a ss of things.

Silver Waterfall Swordswoman’s understanding of Lind existed only in the Undead’s lovingly crafted narratives, but precisely because he had been so frequently ntioned, his popularity among the Undead was very high, naturally biasing her speech in his favor.

The Undead are driven more by feelings than by reason, using their likes and dislikes as a standard of asurent.

“He’s really impressive,” Silver Waterfall Swordswoman remarked.

“Alright, it’s ready to eat!”

Taking a skewer of at, Silver Waterfall Swordswoman took a bite; the juice squirted in her mouth with a crunch of her teeth, the strange sensation causing her eyes to widen.

And she was genuinely hungry.

“Delicious!”

“Shit, are there really people naturally good-looking when eating?” Tinker Bell was astonished too.

No wonder not one of the many female NPCs could surpass Silver Waterfall Swordswoman in popularity – apart from being slightly less skilled, she is the perfect epito of a decorative figure, the kind that looks good even dressed in a sack, looks good injured, looks good eating.

Even a woman like her was salivating!

The number of viewers and comnts in the live stream was also soaring.

Comnt: “This is the first ti I’ve seen soone combine ‘wolfing it down’ with ‘a feast for the eyes’.”

Comnt: “Tink, roll a skewer for the bro to see.”

Tinker Bell rolled her eyes but didn’t refuse; gas are just great, eating without gaining weight.

Her own way of eating a skewer was much more robust; even intentionally holding back, it was hard to avoid that incoming ferocious deanor.

Munching on skewers just tends to bring out a person’s brash side.

The contrast was stark.

“By the way, Lea, follow …

could you do a favor?

I say one line, and you say the next, okay?”