The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!

Chapter 296 - 250 The

Chapter 296: Chapter 250 The "Hold Back Before Lifting" of the Red Mushroom VillageThe new Undead had entered the game filled with excitement, but what welcomed them were not the treatment of God’s Knights, but ropes binding them followed by swords pointing at their necks.

Although they cursed loudly, the Undead were quite honest in their actions.

"It seems like only the Undead from Red Mushroom Village receive this kind of treatment," commented an Undead, who had

Regarding what the Undead said, the Baron similarly ignored it as if unheard, walking from one end to the other.

Just as the Undead thought they were finally about to enter the main event, Baron Red Mushroom left without saying a single word.

The Undead still wanted to say something, even thought about getting up to follow him, but the surrounding soldiers quickly closed in, so the Undead reluctantly resumed their crouched position.

"This storyline is too long," complained the Undead.

"Are we really supposed to be captured and squat all day like prisoners?"

"Damn, I might as well log off."

"After you log off and then log back in, you’ll still appear here."

"I have a feeling that we are definitely in for something big!"

"It’s definitely going to be an incredible plot!"

The Undead in Baron Red Mushroom’s Village were confident, following the game’s logic that where conflict arises, climax soon follows.

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The houses in Baron Red Mushroom’s Village had little to do with mushrooms except that the local clay-fired tiles were very red, making the red-topped houses rise from the desolate wasteland of Magic like red parasol mushrooms blooming in decayed lands. Thus the village was named Baron Red Mushroom’s Village.

Baron Gordon pushed open the door and returned to his room, a familiar chill greeting him from the depths of the room. He paused momentarily before continuing into his room and closed the door behind him.

The narrow room was vastly different from the castles of legend. It lacked gold decorations, elegant portraits, expansive carpets, fragrant, elegant maids, knights patrolling with treasured swords, or huge curtains that fell from the ceiling to the floor.

Actually, this room could not have curtains, for when it was built, the window space reserved was too small, causing poor lighting. If curtains were hung, the room would plunge into utter darkness, making it impossible to see anything.

If there was anything in the room that could be considered a noble’s possession, it would be the long bench.

Baron Gordon loved the long bench, as he could lie on it and daydream, especially after getting drunk, the feel of dozing off was particularly cozy and comfortable.

However, now there were uninvited guests in the room.

"How do you plan to deal with God’s Knights?" asked a person with a massive body, his voice deep and muffled, but he spoke slowly and methodically as if closing one’s eyes could conjure the image of a learned female scholar.

Baron Gordon walked to the table where fragrant sweet-smelling wine was laid out.

He poured himself a glass of wine, "Beehive Cottages heard rumors a year ago about foreigners who couldn’t be killed, didn’t follow any rules, and were not bound by morals—they are utter, thoroughbred bastards, nothing restrains them."

He leaned against the table, looking towards the corner.

There, a colossal being, a small Giant, was sitting on the baron’s favorite long bench. The bench appeared extraordinarily tiny and pitiful under his bottom.

The small Giant, with arms wrapped around his knees and hunched up, looked quite awkward.

Baron Gordon continued, "They call themselves Undead."

"There’s never been Undead in history," said the small Giant. "So you plan to keep them locked up forever?"

"Or send word to Raven City," the baron answered; his eyes and expression still strained as he spoke, indicating he was still actively thinking. Sending the Undead to Raven City was clearly not his actual intention.

Saiwen Hedwin, that old man, has been getting more and more typical, which probably means that he is becoming increasingly atypical.

Sending such a force into his hands would not be a good thing.

And Baron Gordon was trying to avoid him now—it was hardly likely that he would approach him willingly.