The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 783 - 783 556 98 Princes2

783: Chapter 556: 98 Princes_2 783: Chapter 556: 98 Princes_2 I was still being stubborn, not in a hurry to choose an identity, but continued to read on.

Next cos the Knight.

“The price of a deposed Prince and Princess is actually higher than that of a Noble Knight with an official title?”

He looked it up and found that even the Noble Knight of the most powerful country was cheaper than the deposed Prince/Princess, the two countries’ strengths were simply incomparable, one side in an advantageous position, the other completely against the wind.

[You have the inheritance rights to succeed your father’s dukedom.

If you can rely on your own rits and achievents, perhaps you can create a new family line.]

Still being stubborn, I glanced at the options for the Knight background; they were indeed dazzling.

The most significant factor is the rank of your father’s title, as an heir, your parent’s title is very important.

Having a Duke as a father could skyrocket your status in one fell swoop, skipping many steps of developnt.

The worst off are the Noble Knights with nothing but their titles; of course, to the Undead, rit is the least valuable thing.

They fear not death and can relentlessly complete missions.

After that, there are [Soldiers].

Soldiers are common people, very cheaply priced.

The only feature is that Soldiers can rely on military achievents to advance themselves through charges into battle and can eventually be ennobled through military rits.

[Will you beco an invincible Hero on the battlefield, or drop your armor and run ho to farm in disgrace?]

A large number of Undead chose [Soldier] because the price is already cheap enough compared to [Knight], not so costly to break the bank.

It’s just grinding, who doesn’t have full body livers when playing gas.

Still being stubborn, I continued to scroll down.

[Beggar]

[You are the rat of this city, seemingly exposed to the elents everywhere, but in reality, you’ve totally mastered the way of survival here.

You will be looked down upon, humiliated, but this is the reality of the world, where people are divided into ranks and classes, and you are of the lowest.]

“Who would choose this?” Still being stubborn, I remarked, “Probably those who want to ss around.”

The worst starting point, cheaply priced, but it’s just a low status, not much of an issue if you have the strength.

Also very suitable for strears, very showy.

[Prisoner]

[In the darkness without daylight, confinent with no end in sight, the only small window is your sole dium to see the outside world, languish here waiting for death.]

“This is even more outrageous.

At least a Beggar can move around freely outside, while choosing a Prisoner directly gets you imprisoned?!”

My indecisiveness as Still being stubborn kicked in.

“Di di” A ssage ca in.

It’s from Red Buttocks Monkey on the Mountain.

“How do you like this set-up of mine?”

A video showed Red Buttocks Monkey on the Mountain wearing a long gown, with a crown on her head, smiling and gently spinning.

“You chose Princess?” Still being stubborn asked via ssage.

The Prince and Princess are too expensive, the benefits of choosing these roles are not yet apparent, but it can instantly bankrupt the Undead.

“But I am a Princess.”

“Fine then.”

Red Buttocks Monkey on the Mountain said, “What about you, what will you choose?

Otherwise, pick Prince, choose a neighboring country’s Prince, and then co and marry .”

I stiffened as Still being stubborn.

I had to admit that I was sohow disheartened; my heart uncontrollably started racing.

“That works too, if you don’t have anyone else to play with.”

“Yeah, just waiting for a pro gar to take with them, but it’s also fine if you choose Knight, and then co and swear allegiance to .”

“Don’t even think about it!” Still being stubborn expressed strong opposition.

His refusal wasn’t because he had learned so small stories about this world, such as Knights being re tools for protecting Princesses, Princesses would marry the Duke’s son, form alliances with other Princes, but could not possibly marry an ordinary Knight.

Temporarily shifting his attention away from the chat, Still being stubborn chose Prince.

“There are even different tiers of paynt options?”

He suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

You can choose your own deity to worship, and receive the deity’s Crest, thereby gaining a passive ability.

“The perks of role-playing features are just too aweso.”

Still being stubborn imdiately exited, trying different roles, and imdiately noticed the differences between them.

For example, Prince and Princess, when choosing a deity to worship, would receive the title of High-level believer with significant power, and Knights could also possibly receive titles such as Temple Knight.

On the other hand, Beggars and Prisoners could only get the lowest rankings, like not being able to easily enter churches.

Still choosing Prince, he then finished the deity selection, spent a lot of ti, and finally succeeded in obtaining a new identity.

[Please proceed to your country!]

Teleported away and stubbornly ended up in the country of his choice.

“Still talking tough, Your Highness!” A woman dressed as a Court Lady stood at the entrance to the Royal Palace.

“This place looks rather barren.”

He couldn’t help but ntally complain.

A desert town, with flying loess everywhere.

A waterway flows through the town, attempting to drive away the heat.

The buildings weren’t tall, featuring thick walls and narrow windows.

“Still talking tough, Your Highness!” The Court Lady called out again.

Yang had no choice but to respond: “I’m here, what’s the matter?”

Reluctantly, he walked over, fully aware that it was ti to imrse himself in the role-playing scenario.

He definitely couldn’t be disobedient; otherwise, he would have wasted his money.

First, enjoy the treatnt of a prince.

“Please co back with to change clothes.

His Majesty the King is about to hold a eting.

As a prince, you cannot be absent.”

“Indeed, how could I, as a prince, be absent at a crucial ti?” Yang was very pleased with the Court Lady’s reaction.

The money was well spent; at least he was getting service and enjoynt.

In his past life as an Undead, despite having saved the world and eliminated mutant Demon Beasts that ravaged the fields, captured the lantern spirits that stole infants, NPCs never showed them a good face, feeling like it was only what they should have done.

Admittedly, so Undead had an exaggerated and arrogant way of doing things, which gave the whole group a bad reputation.

NPCs might not rember who had helped them, but they would definitely rember who had wronged them.

All of them were Undead, so a blanket judgnt sufficed.

Arriving at the room, the Court Lady pushed open the door.

The previously silent atmosphere between the two was instantly shattered by a deluge of a terrifying number of distractions.

The noise was like a marketplace, with people howling and others cackling with laughter.

“What is this?” Yang’s neck turned stiffly like rusty gears, struggling to move.

He looked toward the Court Lady.

The Court Lady emotionlessly stated: “The princes’ dressing room, your clothes are inside.

Please change and then proceed to et His Majesty the King.”

“Prince…?”

Yang smiled and nodded at the Court Lady, took a deep breath, and then entered the changing room.

No pretty and gentle maids to help change his clothes, no male servants either, not even a place to stand— the room was jam-packed with people.

“Yo, another prince has arrived.”

“You must be the 98th prince.”

“What?”

98 princes, how on earth to succeed the throne after the old King dies.

It’s not necessarily a dispute for succession among 98 princes since there are also princesses with the right to succeed.

“Damn!”

“Hahaha, I didn’t expect this either,” soone nearby laughed as well.

The number of princes surpassed the number of servants in a small kingdom’s palace; paying a hefty price to choose the title of prince, only to co here and not even have a place to sit, disappointnt was inevitable.

“Let’s go, it’s ti for the eting.”

A throng of people left en masse, arriving at the council hall.

The old King sat unflinchingly in the seat of honor; there were 98 princes in this country and a slightly lesser number of princesses—94.

“You are all my most excellent children,” the old King turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his offspring.

Only, this process took a half-minute since there were too many people, and there was barely any eye contact made in haste.

A bit overwheld.

“You all have the right to succeed, but this country cannot sustain 192 lords; our land is very limited,” the old King said, “So there’s another choice available.

Take the exploration order, claim and develop those wastelands.

As my children, you may choose your own knights and soldiers.”

The land-loving Undead were overjoyed.

Soone raised their hand: “Your Majesty, can we directly attack neighboring countries and seize their lands?”

“Of course!” the old King nodded, “However, I hope that you brothers and sisters will support each other and avoid inflicting harm on one another.”

“Of course!”

They were all on the sa team, surely they wouldn’t fight each other, but that couldn’t be said for other factions.

The Undead were brimming with confidence, ready to conquer and beco lords, or even kings, expanding their own territories.

The ga seems to have just begun.