The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 66 - 62 You Will Regret This I Am the Mayor!
66: Chapter 62: You Will Regret This, I Am the Mayor!
66 -62: You Will Regret This, I Am the Mayor!
The commendation ceremony at Star Dragon Ridge has concluded.
Everyone received the “Wanderer Killer” title.
Although it’s not unique, out of the 3,000 players server-wide, only 60 people have it.
Plus, as the number of players increases, its rarity will undoubtedly skyrocket.
The lord said there would only be one such title.
Wanderer Killer is not a noble title; it doesn’t come with any special privileges, it’s simply an honorific title.
But for the Undead, having this title is enough.
The Undead stood erect, their eyes eagerly fixed on Lind, who was giving a speech on the platform.
Long Live Sister Li gently nudged Loves White Silk’s side with her elbow, “Hey, White Silk, what’s the use of our title?”
Earning a title in the game definitely provides a sense of achievement, but they hoped for more than just that feeling.
“What’s the use?” Loves White Silk’s hideous troll face twisted into what could pass for a proud grin, “Our title is bestowed by the lord himself, meaning, from now on, when we meet lords and their NPC followers with whom we’ve established relations, we can announce our own titles!”
After thinking for a moment, he added, “Ever watched Game of Thrones?”
“I’ve watched the uncut version!” Long Live Sister Li quickly nodded, “Why, you want the source material?”
“I’ve watched the uncut version too!” Loves White Silk didn’t want to seem inferior in this aspect.
He continued, “My point is, when those lords meet, don’t they recite a string of titles?
From now on, we can do the same.”
“For example?”
Loves White Silk cleared his throat, “Standing before you is, Wanderer Killer·Long Live Sister Li.”
“Wow!” Long Live Sister Li trembled slightly with excitement, unable to hide a smile, “Hey, you’re not wrong, it does feel pretty awesome.
So, does this mean the more honors we accumulate, the longer our titles will become?”
Just the thought of greeting NPCs with a few minutes’ worth of titles made him excited.
“Need you even ask?
Besides, our titles might even have special effects on NPCs.”
For the Undead, the most precious reward was the title.
Even though it was no longer unique, they all knew they wouldn’t stand a chance against the Two-Headed People anyway and didn’t mind much.
There are plenty of bosses.
Take it slow; the game is still in beta.
For the Undead, there was another significant event.
Lord Lind was finally preparing to “harvest leeks,” a moment they had long awaited.
No, that’s not right; rather, the shop had opened a batch of new “Wasteland Style” equipment.
Lately, having earned a fair amount of money from growing mutant crops, the Undead didn’t have much use for food, and apart from a few exceptions, many chose to sell their crops for money.
Lind took this opportunity to reclaim all the money.
The Undead, who had been saving money, either wanted a stylish suit of armor or were after the best attribute combinations.
Spending money was a non-issue for them.
After announcing new items in the shop, Lind turned and left.
“Gold selling++++++” Someone has already started shouting in the “Small Square.”
Gradually, people began bringing real-world practices into the game, and Lind just turned a blind eye.
If people could “make money” in the game, that was good.
A game’s rapid development wasn’t solely reliant on player enthusiasm.
It also required gaming studios.
Studios are hardworking, uncomplaining, technically skilled, and highly efficient—the perfect workhorses.
Had Lind not been strapped for cash, he would have hired such a group to work for him in a heartbeat.
However, he knew he needed to keep things under control.
Wealthy players could lead to unhealthy trends, so it seemed that a non-tradeable “currency” had to be introduced as soon as possible.
In the blink of an eye, all the armored Undead at Star Dragon Ridge had disappeared.
Sixty adventurers decked out in Wasteland Style, draped in tattered capes, and with human skulls hanging at their waists wandered around the domain, fully embracing their macabre nature.
They didn’t engage in any wicked deeds; they were simply looking for the best angles and poses for photographs.
Of course, they had to show off their new equipment.
This posed quite a challenge for the NPCs within the domain, especially the women and children, who were so terrified of the Wanderers that they dared not make a sound.
“Hmm, Aluna, have you ever thought about spending a night with me?” Someone had already started to flirt with Aluna.
With his tattered cape wrapped around him, he casually revealed the armor beneath, along with the menacing presence of the bloody bandit aesthetic, further amplified by the skulls swaying at his waist.
Aluna, ever the professional, just fixed him with a stare, not responding with a single word.
She was dedicated to playing her role as a cleric.
It didn’t matter if she didn’t move; the Undead would act on their own accord.
“What’s going on?
What’s going on?” Some Undead noticed everyone suddenly running toward the administrative hall.
“Just now, some guy seems to have triggered the main storyline quest!”
The news spread quickly.
A group of people ran towards the government office but were stopped by soldiers outside.
They didn’t care about appearances and pushed their way to the door, craning their necks to look inside.
The Undead, who knelt with “My Ring Won’t Lose,” was seriously waiting for the Lord to speak.
Lind spoke, “Prey Town, there is indeed such a place, located one day’s journey on foot to the south of Star Dragon Ridge.”
“Is there a problem with that place?” asked the Undead.
The Undead outside quietly watched from the perspective of a bystander.
This time, the mission was launched in a hurry, unlike before.
It was said that because My Ring Won’t Lose noticed the Lord’s troubled face, it took the initiative to ask, unexpectedly triggering the main storyline with the keyword “Prey Town.”
“It’s considered the largest gathering place in the vicinity, and our relationship with them is fairly good,” Lind said, “However, during the conflict with the Wanderers, we discovered some secretive individuals from Prey Town.”
Lind let out a breath, “Undead, go investigate Prey Town.
I hope I am wrong.”
“Yes!” My Ring Won’t Lose nodded vigorously, then looked up and asked, “What if they’re really in cahoots with the Wanderers?”
“Don’t kill the innocent.”
“Yes!”
My Ring Won’t Lose left the government office, facing a crowd of eager eyes, he grinned, “Brothers, I’ll go investigate first.
Wait for my news!
Though I have a feeling we’re definitely in for a fight, who has experienced a siege battle?”
The Undead were excited; they had just fought a BOSS and were about to lay siege, the game’s pace was intense, and it was thrilling.
“Siege hammers, scaling ladders, catapults…” someone raised their hand and then said.
“I’ll go scout for information, everyone else stay home and make siege equipment!”
…
In Prey Town, Lock wrapped his coat tighter around him, trying to fend off the dungeon’s chill.
The stationed soldiers, seeing Lock, took the initiative to bow their heads in greeting, “My Lord!”
“Hmm”
Lock nodded his head, took up a torch, and made his way down, stopping in front of an iron cell after a few rounds.
His own brother, the former town mayor Ronin, was now handcuffed above his head.
With hands clenched to his head, Ronin wouldn’t dare to conjure a Fireball if he didn’t wish to die.
The two brothers met with calm.
“There’s trouble with the people of Crazy Wolf,” Lock’s voice was dry.
“It’s not Crazy Wolf’s men who are in trouble, it’s Crazy Wolf himself,” Ronin pulled at the corners of his mouth, looking at his brother with a despairing gaze, “Do you think he’ll give you what you want?”
Ronin’s voice suddenly rose, “I told you, you’ll regret it!”
Lock roared, “I am the mayor!”
The roar echoed in the dungeon.
Panting, Lock tried to calm the rage in his heart, “Another one of Crazy Wolf’s men has caused trouble.
He wants to control that force using people from Prey Town.
He knows I wouldn’t agree, so…”
“He could just kill you and take over as mayor himself,” Ronin sneered, “He could also directly negotiate with me.
As long as I agree, I remain mayor.”
Lock glared at his brother.
This was precisely why he had come to Ronin first; Prey Town’s soldiers were his trump card and bargaining chip, but he was also worried that Ronin might take drastic measures.
The siblings knew what the other was capable of; should Ronin escape, Lock could imagine exactly what he would do.
Lock’s voice was parched, “All I need is to contact Serene before he arrives in Prey Town.
Once he’s here, everything will be fine, and I’ll let you go.
As you know, Crazy Wolf defeated you; he won’t let you live to leave.”
Crazy Wolf might temporarily spare Ronin to control the soldiers of Prey Town, but ultimately, he would have to kill him.
Because those surviving the apocalypse know the most qualified enemy is a dead one.
Leave no grudges, or rather, leave no enemies at all.
Ronin scoffed disdainfully, then said, “Go find Miss Miko.
Tell her that she can have my formula, and then ask her for a few bottles of Magic Potion.
Once your men drink that, they can run faster than horses.
Leaving quietly isn’t difficult.”
Lock watched his brother in the cell, studying his face for a while, then turned and left.
Time was of the essence.
