The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 422 - 355: The Hug That Shot Affection Through The Roof

Chapter 422: Chapter 355: The Hug That Shot Affection Through The Roof

"It’s the nymph of the lake!"

The Crimson Knight knelt on one knee.

He had fought a major victory.

After breaching the city walls, the dual-blade wielder Marvin led the troops back, but with them came the Undead.

The ensuing melee became the Undead’s home ground; in the complex environment of Black Island town, the Undead fought with escalating excitement, even capturing the Black Catfish Prince.

Lind looked at the Calamity that had its tongue chopped off, a Heroic Level Calamity of at least level 31.

However, there are differences among heroes; the so-called "nymph of the lake" could at most be considered an ordinary elite monster, while the Crimson Knight from the Old Nobility was entirely at a BOSS level.

Lind just felt that the so-called nymph of the lake was a bit ugly, while Rania couldn’t help frowning, as the visual impact was quite strong.

"I got this from the fishmen."

The Crimson Knight handed over two Magic Potion formulas, as well as a collection of poetry.

Formula for Magic Potion handed over by the fishmen.

Accompanied by "fishman" skills, it seems to be related to water.

The poetry collection is titled "The Praise of the Half-Fishman."

In addition, there was a potion named "Fishman Energy Potion," which upon consumption could send one into a berserk state, greatly enhancing strength.

"Using the nymph’s secretions, Bittergreen Vine, mercury, and high-quality liquor."

A nice haul, the Bunny-toothed Witch would definitely love it.

Lind was also interested in the collection of poetry, but as for the potion formulas, forget it—he had no plans to become a fishman for the time being; maintaining his human appearance was very important.

Always remember, players are visual creatures; they won’t give you a second glance because you’re handsome or beautiful, but will still grant you some margin for error, yet if you’re ugly, the probability of them drawing their sword to chop you increases exponentially.

"Continue to nurture it," Lind said as he looked at the nymph of the lake, "take good care of it."

Before it became possible to breed on a large scale, it was the sole seed that could produce the Fishman Energy Potion, and this was a new product.

Let the Undead purchase and then, after drinking this cup, launch suicidal attacks.

The nymph of the lake was very powerful, massive in stature, formidable in strength, but it had to submit to the Crimson Knight’s beating. And upon seeing Lind, the crisis emanating from it made the nymph not dare to move an inch.

As for the Crimson Knight’s reward, it had to be postponed. Lind had not completely mastered the mental sharing abilities of Melulan; the awakening of Old Nobility’s power would cause quite a stir, so he had to make thorough preparations.

Soon it was time for the last affair, the execution of the Black Catfish Prince.

The Black Catfish Prince deserved to die; it was just that no one had been able to capture him before. Even if the Black Catfish Prince went to the Royal City by himself, the daring Black Island Soldiers were his assurance, and no one dared lay a hand on him.

Nobody brought it up either, because he was Queen Rania’s last remaining blood relative in the world.

The late summer hot wind beat against the windows, with the wind yanking the windows against the frame again and again, but Rania seemed to ignore it, caught up in her dilemma.

The Royal Palace fell into silence, the Queen did not cry, but everyone could feel her sorrow with their hearts.

The newly arrived maid hurried past, barefoot and carrying a wooden bucket; however, when she neared the study, her lips pursed and her footsteps slowed.

The laundry maid’s movements grew more gentle as she washed the clothes, and the chef chose a cooking method that made no loud noises.

Until the sound of boots on the floor came, shattering the silence.

Lind arrived, the Soldier bowing their heads.

"Leave it to me," Lind waved his hand, signaling the guarding Soldiers to leave.

The door of the study was ajar, and Lind could only see darkness inside.

"Lind?" a voice came from inside the room—it was Rania, who seemed to have just cried, "What is it?"

Lind pushed the door, and as the hinges screeched, it seemed to startle Rania; he could hear the sound of chair legs scraping against the floor inside the room.

His vision was extremely good; he could see Queen Rania sitting in a chair, wearing a long dress. She was frantically looking at Lind, hands wiping haphazardly over her face.

"Saiwen Hedwin, he deserves to die," Queen Rania said with a tone of indignation, "I’ve heard of many evils he committed, and even after I ascended the throne, I was powerless against him. Even recently, when he learned of my return, his first reaction was to flee back to Black Island to fortify his defenses, preparing to fight me to the very end."

Her voice suddenly became hysterical, "But he is my uncle, my only family. You’re asking me to kill him!"

"Yes."

Lind walked up to Queen Rania, looked down at her still-beautiful face in the darkness, scanned over her slightly reddened eyes, and locked onto her pupils, making sure he could see his own reflection in Queen Rania’s eyes, "You have to kill him. You are the queen of Rand Kingdom; you must be strong."

"I will sign the execution order." Queen Rania sniffled, this had nothing to do with elegance.

She slightly tilted her head to look into Lind’s eyes, "How will you kill him?"

Even without asking in detail, she knew that Lind’s desire to kill the Black Catfish Prince was not only because of the crimes he committed; there had to be deeper reasons.

Others may not understand, but she could always see through Lind’s thoughts at a glance.

"Have the undead do it. The undead who contributed greatly in the battle of Black Island deserve this honor," Lind said.

He did not conceal his true intentions because many things couldn’t be replicated even when spoken out: "Besides, he bears the Crest."

"The Crest." Queen Rania was startled; she had a Crest similar to the Golden Oath.

There had never been an undead who killed a noble bearing a Crest.

If an "Old Nobility" who acted as a "BOSS" was killed by an undead, they would certainly gain something, Lind speculated, but he needed a practice run.

"Are you always like this?" Queen Rania suddenly asked. She felt she might develop a certain distance from Lind because this thought of utilizing the value of life to its extreme made her shiver.

But then a large hand reached out and embraced Queen Rania’s shoulders.

By the time Queen Rania came to her senses, she had already been pulled into Lind’s embrace.

Her cheek rested against Lind’s chest, and with each inadvertent breath, she could smell the scent of soap emanating from his body.

Special soap, also one of the things the undead brought, was more delicate than ordinary soap, and the scent was fresher.

Queen Rania felt a slight weight on top of her head, Lind had rested his chin there.

She was like a small support, propping up his tall but weary body, ensuring he was leaning but not falling.

The shiver disappeared instantly, and she felt the emotions conveyed by the weight of Lind pressing down on her.

It was a heavy fatigue.

But soon the embrace opened up.

Lind said, "I just saw you crying so pitifully, so as your promised companion, I wanted to comfort you a bit."

He found that somehow he could see the NPCs’ affection towards him, using the combination of Dragon Curse and undead methods.

Some "Official" cheats opened for the undead, but now mimicked by him, who controlled absolute power.

Just now, when Queen Rania’s affection decreased, he subconsciously hugged her.

The knowledge came from his ex-girlfriend back on Earth who taught him that when a girl is angry, don’t try to be logical. She said that girls are the most emotional creatures, and providing emotional feedback is far more useful than laying out facts and reasoning. Right or wrong isn’t what matters; emotions are paramount.

Therefore, when a girl is unhappy, you should hug her proactively, then give her a kiss.

Lind, who had lived another life, still hadn’t figured out why, believing that if you don’t clarify the situation, the arguments will continue in the future. Yet, judging from the situation at hand, it was a very correct decision – he hugged Queen Rania, and instead of decreasing, her affection for him increased.

"Once you make up your mind, I will..."

Lind had not finished speaking when Queen Rania suddenly lunged forward to embrace him, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled, "Let me be comforted a bit longer, considering we are promised companions."

You speak with utmost righteousness, but your affection seems to be rising abnormally.

What happens when the affection surpasses 90?