The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 362 - 306 Scarlet Lady: You are Wanted!

Chapter 362: Chapter 306 Scarlet Lady: You are Wanted!

"What, how much for a redemption ticket?"

Kerrigan was agonizingly clutching at his own hair, which he got done by a barber from Windmill Village. It wasn’t cheap, but since that barber was the only one in the entire game who could style hair for the Undead, there was no helping the high price.

Anyone who’s played games knows that grinding levels and stats requires endurance, but dressing up requires spending money.

To craft his Heart of the Swarm persona, he had spent quite a bit, which was why his pockets were always empty.

Today, after completing a quest, he happened to see that the family of NPCs were all outside their home, so, emboldened, he leveraged the game’s rules—so long as he didn’t steal from an NPC in their presence, they would never hold him accountable, even if they discovered afterward that their money was gone.

But today’s theft encountered a small problem.

The NPCs didn’t realize he was stealing, but just as he walked out of the room, full of confidence, and started chatting with the NPCs, thinking the theft was over, one of them entered the room, claimed they were robbed, and suspected Kerrigan was behind it all.

That’s when Kerrigan made his second mistake, thinking that if he killed the witnesses, it would still be a perfect "theft."

And then he was wanted.

Paying a fine was pointless for now, as the rules of Raven City hadn’t completely changed, and the arrival of the Rand Legion just added some quest content, specifying jobs through tasks.

If he were captured, he would certainly be imprisoned for a while.

The problem was that he was about to partake in the "Golden Throne" campaign storyline—whether he surrendered and got locked up or ran and remained wanted, he would surely miss all the crucial plot points.

The warrant related to him had already been distributed to the low-ranking soldiers of Raven City; now, if Kerrigan got close to a soldier, he would be attacked.

Kerrigan didn’t dare continue killing, lest his three-star wanted status turn into four stars.

He knew about those 12 unlucky sods from Awenho who were captured and still locked up, unable to move freely. Reportedly, they had to wait until after the "Golden Throne" campaign storyline finished before being sentenced, and Kerrigan didn’t want that.

Kerrigan only learned about redemption tickets from a friend he asked for help, but the seller Aluna was in Star Dragon City, and it wasn’t assured that the ticket would work in Raven City.

Footsteps approached from beside him, making the already tense Undead Kerrigan perk up like a bunny in the bushes, quickly turning his head to look around.

A Red-Name Monster clad in Riven Soldier armor was heading his way.

[Crimson Lady Lena, Level 22]

Hmm? Something seemed a bit off.

The Crimson Lady wasn’t that an enemy? And yet she was right in front of him.

What happened next felt utterly surreal to the Undead.

Crimson Lady Lena approached him with a warrant, pointed to the face on the drawing: "Kerrigan?"

"Yes, it’s me." Kerrigan nodded.

Lena spoke with righteous indignation, "You’re wanted!"

"Huh?"

Kerrigan’s expression went out of control. I, a player, am being wanted by a Red-Name Monster of an opposing force holding a warrant from our own NPC.

The next moment, Lena pounced on him.

A red flash, and Kerrigan’s body exploded into a mass.

In Raven City’s "Resurrection Fountain," Kerrigan resurrected, the next moment he was pointed at the head with weapons.

Alright, there were already NPCs wielding warrants waiting to catch him.

Kerrigan was captured.

It would be a long time before he could regain his freedom.

Lena watched as the Undead turned to ash, then returned to the quest hub.

But she was told she needed to wait a bit, and after some time, a batch of scrolls was delivered. Several overworked Riven Soldiers flipped through them and finally found the warrant related to "Kerrigan."

"Your task is complete."

Lena held four paper tickets, each inscribed with "10 Military Merits," exquisitely crafted, adorned with the sigils of lions, dragons, and the Rand Legion’s emblem.

She felt her understanding of the Undead and Lind was still insufficient.

Therefore, she turned to the yawning Riven Soldier, "I want to take on more tasks!"

...

Lind sat in front of his desk, massaging his temples.

The candle had been replaced several times, now with the frail eastern sunlight streaming in, the flame extinguished completely.

In front of him lay dozens of interrogation testimonies.

Arresting spies was supposed to be a minor task, yet he didn’t expect pulling out one radish would bring out a whole clump of muddy roots.

Black Stone Hall, Swamp Mud Village, the Fire Lizard Party, Black Island, and other surrounding new forces all felt threatened by his expedition, so they sent a plethora of spies to gather intelligence.

Due to the chaotic management style of Raven City, almost any human could enter unimpeded.

With such a massive influx of spies, even Lind found himself powerless, his only response being to tighten control. Then, to shift political focus, after conquering Goliath, abandoning Raven City seemed like a better option.

However, he hadn’t anticipated that the Undead possessed the innate ability to discern truth at a glance. Those harboring intense hostility would be identified with red names, and those judged as units from rival forces would be deemed Red-Name Monsters.

This allowed the Undead to swiftly pinpoint problematic targets from amidst the chaotic crowds.

The testimonies varied widely – some stubbornly denied everything, others confessed upon the slightest pressure.

Lania’s handmaiden was rapidly verifying the authenticity of each individual, and the data accumulated from the extensive manpower effort was finally presented to Lind.

Besides that, the experimental data from Miss Troll Isa had also been delivered.

Fol had completely transformed into a thing with a mushroom-faced monkey appearance and showed no possibility of reversal, forcing her to kill him.

Even without witnessing it, Lind was certain that Miss Isa must have killed him with her fists rather than using magic.

Isa’s conclusion was that once a form distanced itself from the human shape, there was absolutely no chance of recovery. However, it was still unclear whether certain mutations and distortions allowed for the possibility of regaining consciousness, further experimentation was necessary.

Therefore, Queen Rania had no choice but to venture to the dungeon once more and bestow nobility upon another Newbie Village chief.

Perhaps by the time Lania truly returned to her throne, what awaited her would be a group of deceased nobles bearing titles alone.

Fortunately, they still held absolute sway over the entire Kingdom, meaning they could afford to treat matters playfully without issue.

...

The sound of flat shoes tapping rhythmically against the floor approached slowly but steadily.

From far to near.

The sound finally stopped outside the door.

Knock, knock, the sound of knocking came.

"Come in," Lind turned his head towards the door.

The person who entered was a strange woman, dressed in a nun’s long gown, wearing a smile.

She had her hands folded across her belly.

Her strength and aura were not imposing.

While she was wearing a nun’s gown, it lacked any sanctity and instead she exuded a fallen aura of filth and blood, more akin to a Succubus or other humanoid demon disguised in a nun’s robes.

"The Red Nun?"

Just from the initial impression, he could ascertain that she was a female vampire.

"Yes, my lord," she answered with a nod.