The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 178 - 164: Sleeve Sword?

Chapter 178: Chapter 164: Sleeve Sword?

"The Magic Potion for Rune Messengers" didn’t cause much of a stir when it officially debuted, as it was still in the testing phase where the level cap was 10, with the Magic Potion barely boosting it to 11—just enough for a trial experience.

Meanwhile, in other territories, success in converting to Undead had also been reported, albeit with fewer options than in Star Dragon City.

However, the clothing item billed as "Rune Messenger’s Exclusive Outfit," but known among aficionados as the "Assassin’s Creed Ezio ensemble," whipped the Undead into a frenzy as soon as it hit the shelves.

Lind, the man behind it, was currently looking at a small bottle of Magic Potion in his hand.

This was the Magic Potion for Rune Messengers, but a modified version that did not use a whole Heart of Calamity.

The Heart of Calamity was still scarce at this stage.

After Miss Miko’s tentative modifications, which had caused severe mutations to the body, a flawed curse Magic Potion for Rune Messengers had been produced after numerous experiments.

The effects were nearly the same, but it removed the possibility of advancing any further, trapping one at their current level for life.

Magic Patterns, with their long production cycles and low durability, seemed to have little use for now.

Stealth was possible, but any aggression or proximity would expose a Rune Messenger, who, despite being a Great Knight, was physically weak—perhaps only slightly better than a Wizard— and exposure meant death.

As a Rune Messenger, Milan’s combat ability was really lacking; without her pair of crossbows, she would absolutely be the weakest Senior Grand Knight Lind had ever seen.

Even with the crossbows, she couldn’t match any of the Senior Grand Knights Lind had encountered.

If Wizards were treated as beloved sons, then Rune Messengers were definitely the unloved stepchildren—their poor attributes and skills meant that the Undead wouldn’t even blink at such characters.

But with the right set of clothes, it was a different story altogether; they would definitely become the hottest class in the current version, unmatched by any other.

He gently placed the Magic Potion on the table, creating a soft "tap" sound. The potion inside the glass bottle started to bubble as it vibrated from the bottom, but soon settled back to calm.

"How’s the preparation of the Upper Rank Magic Potion going?" Lind didn’t need an ordinary Magic Pattern Envoy, but he needed a higher tier one, with potions ready in advance to complete his promotion in the shortest time possible.

"Almost there?" Miko was lacking enthusiasm; recently, she was slowly getting out of concocting magic potions, as more Newbie Villages were annexed, and Herbalists were automatically recruited to the potion-making assembly line under Lord Lind’s "stick and carrot" guidance.

If it weren’t for the fact that those Herbalists were all quite mediocre, without the potential for short-term advancement, Lind hoped they could improve further to increase the efficiency of potion brewing.

"What’s the matter?" Lind would not allow anything to go wrong with his personal potion-brewer.

He must pamper her well; such a useful potion-making tool was not easy to find. It was just greed—a trifling matter indeed.

Miko raised her eyebrows, "Did you send people to Crying Town?"

"That place rightly belongs to the Star Dragon territory."

Miko pouted and echoed Lind, using a voice like a clumsy little bear to mimic him, "That place rightly belongs to the Star Dragon territory~"

Lind glared at her, "What are you up to?"

He felt that he had been too indulgent with Miko, who was now somewhat taking advantage of his lenience.

"I heard there’s a..." Miss Miko’s eyes glinted, her hands supporting her weight on the table as she eagerly looked at Lind, "magic school~"

She was incredibly interested in a magic school, representing a potential treasure trove of countless Magic Potion formulas and magical knowledge.

Like a greedy rodent, she had an unexpectedly strong obsession with collecting good things.

Although Great Knights and Wizards from different paths couldn’t use each other’s skills, if there were recorded knowledge related to ability development, it would be a massive gain.

Miss Miko belonged to the "Moon Witch" path of Wizards, the most orthodox, and although she couldn’t develop various branches like Lind could as if through a bug, she was able to make crossover discoveries in magic.

"But there are also ghosts, and other unknown dangers," Lind refused without a second thought, "You are not going until we have investigated properly!"

After saying it, he himself felt something was off; why did it suddenly feel like a scene between a domineering CEO and his delicate wife?

Too many dramas, affecting the brain.

Lind quickly added, "Once the situation is confirmed, I’ll take you there."

Damn, that was still too strong.

Miko: "..."

Lind was feeling uncomfortable staying, so he stood up, "I’m going out for a bit, what about you?"

Miko didn’t respond but turned her head away so Lind couldn’t see her face, merely swishing her silver tri-braided pigtails, leaving him the view of her small head.

She looked like a sulking lop-eared rabbit, quite adorable.

Feeling the atmosphere was somewhat off, Lind decided to leave.

As Lind’s footsteps grew distant, and the sound of the door closing echoed, Miss Miko then laid her plump cheeks on the table, squashing them into a perfect semicircle on the surface.

Her gaze was fixated on the Magic Potion, lost in thought.

Then his earlobes turned red, redder and redder, as if the blush even accidentally spread to his cheeks.

...

The first batch of Rune Messengers encountered Undead who had undergone class change.

If possessing resolve could grant everything, the Undead would definitely own everything in the world—the whole enchilada.

Although they are still classified as humans after their advancement, controlling the mutative changes to their bodies is quite challenging. Fortunately, the Undead don’t view this as a punishment but rather as a form of unique adornment.

If they’re lucky, they might grow horns, have heterochromia, or pointy ears, which are akin to a face-lift level of beautification.

If they’re unlucky...well, isn’t that what hoods are for?

And beastification can look quite handsome too.

"yoo~hoo~"

Lind looked up at the rooftop to see several Undead darting back and forth, running around up there.

If there’s one last advantage of being a Rune Messenger, it must be their extreme agility, capable of flying across city rooftops.

"Looks like I need to prepare a few haystacks for the Undead," he remarked.

In terms of setting up the "theme park," Lind was quite serious.

His appearance in the Main City immediately attracted a group of Undead, all eager to come over and ask about any hidden missions, hoping to leverage something good from their interactions with Lind.

"Lord, how do we unlock that pond in the square?"

How to unlock it? Once I throw the "Banshee’s Horn" in there, it will naturally unlock.

But the script definitely couldn’t be handled so straightforwardly.

"Maybe it’s still missing something," Lind remarked vaguely. Before acquiring knowledge related to "Ghost" in Soul Valley, the "Banshee’s Horn" shouldn’t make an appearance.

Lind hoped to glean some information from Ghost Selena, desiring to interact with her, while the application of Cursed Weapons became less urgent.

No matter how the Undead inquired, Lind had only those few repetitive phrases.

Without triggering the key storyline, the Undead had no choice but to give up.

Asking other NPCs would obviously yield no results, as the purpose of the pond was known only to Lind himself.

When Lind arrived at the blacksmith’s shop, a select few blacksmiths were busy at work; their smithing skills weren’t the best, as Bard and Han had a group of highly skilled blacksmiths under them.

The common characteristic of the blacksmiths who stayed in Star Dragon City was that they looked skilled at smithing.

Bare-chested, wearing leather aprons, with thick body hair.

Holding a hammer and standing aside, he claims he cannot smith, but no one would believe him.

Lind also arranged some "hidden missions" for them, like in the theme park, always providing some fun exploration opportunities for visitors, then crafting some trinkets to hand over to the Undead as special rewards.

Just then, an Undead was talking to a blacksmith, trying to cajole the blacksmith to help him out.

The Undead was dressed in full assassin master attire.

What does an assassin lack? Sleeve daggers!

How could an assassin be without sleeve daggers?

Having just the outfit is not fully effective, of course he didn’t have high hopes, like expecting NPCs to conjure up equipment out of thin air. That’s impossible since NPCs are just programmed codes; they cannot create.

"Sleeve daggers?" the blacksmith wiped the sweat from his face, "I can forge that for you, and wish you all the best in your funerary rites, but unfortunately, the materials for crafting that lie beneath the darn Calamity’s crotch. If you can use your smooth-talking mouth to help me get them, I’ll definitely forge a functional retractable sleeve dagger for you, hahaha!"

The Undead, mocked by the NPC, almost lost his temper, cursing "Damn!" and turned to leave, just then he saw Lind walking over.

"Lord," the Undead nodded in greeting.

"Sleeve daggers?" Lind hadn’t thought about crafting such items—not because sleeve daggers as melee weapons are ineffective and their foldable nature makes them fragile, but because they aren’t long enough, which means one must get close in combat. Unfortunately, Rune Messengers are terrible in hand-to-hand combat. Even if Calamity is beheaded, it wouldn’t die, so the only advantage of sleeve daggers does not exist in this world—killing monsters depended on their health bar length.

They could still be sold as accessories, though.

However, if the Undead really needed it, he wasn’t opposed to making one, even though their effectiveness as weapons was so poor that creating them might invite criticism.

Mystic Rune weapons could be an option.

But that would need a target that could be imprinted with Mystic Runes.

"Lord," the blacksmith also hurriedly greeted, but his hands didn’t stop working; in fact, he seemed to work even harder.

With the leader watching, he had to perform even