The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 147 - 135: Ghost Selena

Chapter 147: Chapter 135: Ghost Selena

The weapon, emitting a purple glow, carried a peculiar sensation, one Lind had previously felt with Lance’s Ice Bow.

Lind’s gaze returned to the unclothed woman, who apparently belonged to some class of specters without a physical form.

After Lind obtained the woman’s horn, the woman had already ceased singing, her eyes fixed intently on him.

He approached her with the horn, extending it forward, and as soon as the woman’s body touched the horn, it was absorbed into it.

Holding the horn close to his ear, he could faintly hear singing.

"Sir!" Cries of concern came from his subordinates in the distance, worried by Lind’s lack of response.

"Come here," Lind turned and glanced at the bloated corpses floating up from the bottom of the Banshee’s Lake. "Take the brothers’ bodies back and cremate them."

If not cremated, the bodies might reappear in another form.

By the time Lind rushed back to Prey Town, dawn was breaking, and the disappearance of the broken moonlight caused the power bestowed upon him to vanish, creating a moment of discomfort. However, in the face of full control over his body’s strength, this discomfort was almost negligible.

The whole town also stirred with the first rays of the sun, and this time, most people saw the figure in the gold dragon leather armor, watching him with awed eyes.

Lind temporarily shelved his plans to rush back to the watchtower in the Former Territory. Calculating the time, the soldiers should not have reached the Horse Meadows yet, and traveling there would take quite a while.

The stable station was currently a prime focus for the Undead, everything else could be delayed.

Moreover, the Undead were currently eager to help the newly joined members earn Points, joyfully tilling the land; the granary must be expanded again, or there would be no room to store the harvest.

Sitting inside the town hall, Lind dismissed everyone, strictly forbidding them to come near.

He held the peculiar horn and tried infusing his own power into it.

Singing once again filled his ears, and the view before his eyes blurred.

When Lind opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a haze, not only had he lost the horn in his hand, but items like the "Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword" and the "Gold Badge" had also vanished.

He was devoid of any clothes.

Looking down, the sun, the moon, and the furnace on his chest still flickered faintly, dimming and brightening with his heartbeat, yet he could not feel the slightest bit of power.

Now, he was as frail as an ordinary person.

"A dream? Or another realm?" Lind waved his hand to disperse the thick mist blocking his view, but the fog seemed fixed in place. He had no choice but to walk forward, about a dozen steps later, the scene ahead gradually became clearer.

Until he realized his feet were stepping in water.

He found himself in a pool with very low visibility, surrounded by trees with sprawling branches twisted overhead, completely covering the space above and creating a dome where the sky was obscured.

The sparse moonlight filtered through the gaps, falling in streaks like glowing sticks piercing the air and embedding in the pool.

"Splash," he backpedaled, stirring the water.

The fog that had led him here had also disappeared.

He was completely trapped in this space with no means of leaving.

The singing woman’s figure appeared again in the pool ahead, still unclothed, but this time her look was not one of allure but rather twisted emotions.

She hugged her chest, only her head emerging from the water.

"Is it you?"

The woman opened her mouth, "You, should not have come."

Her voice was still melodious and gentle, as soothing as a song, with a soft, tender tone mixed with a peculiar nasal sound.

Although her speaking voice was entirely different from her singing voice, it was equally pleasant to hear.

"Can we communicate?"

When she was outside, she was just singing in a dazed manner.

"I am a ghost enslaved by the Banshee’s Horn," she still held her arms across her chest, showing shyness, indicating she possesses the cognitive abilities of a normal human.

Lind nodded too, but did not believe the other party. Trusting everything others say would not have allowed him to survive to this day.

"What is this place?" Lind looked around.

It was too dark, visibility was too low, but there was a path forward around the small pond, and moonlight ahead, which seemed to be the way out.

"This is the illusory dream of the Banshee’s Horn, a Banshee’s dream," the ghost replied, "Anyone attempting to use the Banshee’s Horn must undergo a trial involving a life sacrifice. If you survive to the end, you can earn the Banshee’s favor once."

"Once?" Lind caught the crucial information, "What if you don’t survive to the end?"

Before the ghost could answer, Lind said, "Those corpses at the bottom of the lake, they’re all failures?"

"Yes"

Survive and then gain one opportunity to use it, but fail and die.

Does this mean if you want to use it again, you must undergo the trial once more?

"How do we leave?"

"Leave alive."

Lind didn’t hurry to leave. He believed the ghost must know a lot of information, and the ghost also seemed eager to talk to Lind. When she got excited, she would suddenly throw her arms open, and Lind definitely wouldn’t be shy about staring.

Looking doesn’t cost anything, and he was just as exposed.

You look at me, I look at you, we’re even.

The ghost’s name was Selena, she was from a place called "Far East Magic School."

The Far East Magic School was not on the same continent as the Rand Kingdom. This was a bit beyond Lind’s knowledge; he only knew that the Rand Kingdom was located in the northwest of the continent, with the Great Frozen Land to the north, and the entire kingdom divided in half by the Frozen Soil Mountain Range that ran vertically north to south, forming a ’concave’ shape.

Another continent? He hadn’t heard about it, after all, the Rand Kingdom was just one of many kingdoms on the continent, and there were countless powers he hadn’t heard of.

Selena, as a student of the magic school, accidentally obtained the Banshee’s Horn and died during the trial while exploring its mysteries. Her soul was controlled by the Banshee’s Horn, turning her into bait for trapping prey.

Her explanation was cogent, believable, but not entirely trustworthy.

"How did you come to the Rand Kingdom?" Lind pointed to the ground, "This is within the Rand Kingdom’s territory, near the northern Great Frozen Land, and there’s no Far East Magic School around here."

"The Ring of Magic broke," Selena replied, "On the day the Ring of Magic broke, many mentors went mad and their bodies mutated, and the magical beasts kept within the school lost control."

Magical beasts?

He had never seen one in the Rand Kingdom. Do they really exist?

Selena continued, "The mentors madly fought over the falling fragments of the Ring of Magic, they bloodied the sky in battle. Nearly half the country was destroyed, and a two-legged flying dragon harnessed to a cart at the school, amidst the chaos, took away the Banshee’s Horn and arrived at this unfamiliar continent."

The information was a bit overwhelming, a school with a cart-pulled by a two-legged flying dragon was a bit too far removed from his realm. Not long ago, he had barely managed to kill an Earth Dragon, and that thing couldn’t even fly.

"Where is that two-legged flying dragon now?"

"I don’t know," Selena shook her head, "The Banshee’s Horn fell from the sky into the lake, and it has been two or three years."

It probably isn’t nearby, as if it were, it likely would have caused a significant disturbance. A two-legged flying dragon can fly; he wouldn’t have missed seeing it.

Shifting his focus from the unknown two-legged flying dragon, Lind pointed at Selena, "Can you wear clothes?"

He didn’t mind looking, and he wasn’t trying to play the gentleman; what concerned him was whether a ghost could physically interact.