Chapter 357 Execution Reward

I put on my most handsome clothes early in the morning. As an undead who ranks high in the Hunter's Society, he owns a complete set of Bloodborne Hunter's co-branded suits. He will definitely be on TV today, so he has to dress like a human being in the cutscenes.

His job today is to execute Prince Black Catfish of the Kingdom of Rand, an old noble and a prince.

As the undead with the most kills and the greatest gains in the Black Island battle, many people were jealous of the opportunity I got.

Especially some real-world gaming companies, gaming guilds, etc. that are beginning to infiltrate.

This is an opportunity to show off, just like an advertisement that is destined to be popular. If they can get the honor of reaping and executing the old nobles, they will have countless ways to monetize it after the game's public beta.

Someone even asked me whether I was willing to sell this spot, and his answer was very simple: don’t ask yourself, ask the Queen if she agrees.

There were many people coming to watch, not only undead but also NPC soldiers. They stood not far away, blocking the wind behind them. However, after I climbed onto the execution platform at dawn, the wind blew on his face again.

Prince Black Catfish had a calm expression. His execution today was beheading.

His hands and feet were tied, and there were two fully armed Rand soldiers beside him, but no one thought he had any chance of escaping because Lind was also at the scene.

Prince Black Catfish did not sleep the night before. He tried hard to feel the last moments of his life, and then he realized that time could pass so quickly.

Prince Black Catfish, who has always enjoyed killing people, has never thought about his own death.

People who like to hurt others will never learn to think from the perspective of the victim. If they could understand how to think from the perspective of others, they would not take pleasure in killing.

Now that death was getting closer, Prince Black Catfish actually felt a trace of fear. He slowly figured out why he fled in panic when Lind rushed to Raven City.

It had nothing to do with the power struggle, he had never had any interest in being a king.

He was just afraid of death. Yes, he was afraid that he would be killed by Linde, because the rumors about Linde had always been about killing. What had forged his current achievements was not the glory of the nobility, but the heads of the nobility.

But death will come eventually.

Raniya did not come to watch the execution. Perhaps because his death was approaching, Prince Black Catfish was extremely eager to see his relatives again.

He looked ahead, at the huge figure, the Red Knight.

Once at the drinking table, oh no, his father was not even qualified to sit at the same drinking table with him.

And there was Lind, the person he was extremely afraid of. He finally met him now. However, Prince Black Catfish's impression of Lind had always remained in his vague youth. Meeting him again was actually no different from the first time. Lind was not as scary as he had imagined.

Before the end of time, no one would ever execute a prince, as it was considered treasonous.

Now, who does this country belong to? He stared at Lind, trying to see through him with his own eyes. At the moment of death, even he himself felt it was ridiculous that he was actually worried about the future of the Hedwin family.

But Lind did not respond to his gaze. He seemed to be in a daze, looking somewhere with unfocused vision.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little warm. The damn onlookers blocked the wind. The late summer weather was really hot and humid.

Prince Black Catfish stayed awake all night last night and now he was beginning to feel sleepy. It would be a blessing if he could die in his sleep.

"What's your name?" he asked the undead being executed.

He had never seen the other person's attire before. It had some resemblance to aristocratic clothing, but was much simpler.

"I'm in the morning."

"Huh?" He was stunned because it sounded like the other party was greeting his mother.

The axe fell.

Although Prince Black Catfish had been seriously injured for a long time, his vitality was still strong, and even an axe on the neck could not kill him.

The severe pain made Prince Black Catfish open his eyes wide.

A second axe struck down, and then a third finally chopped off his head.

Prince Black Catfish is dead.

"Oh!!!" the crowd cheered.

I was stunned when I was on Zaoba, because at that moment he received a horrible experience reward, but the shitty thing was that he was already level 20, and such a generous reward went down the drain in an instant, and he got nothing.

"Boiled!"

Then came reminders of NPC favorability growth from all directions.

The overwhelming happiness almost made him dizzy, and he suddenly became a "good guy" in the eyes of the NPCs.

Not only that, he also got a new passive.

"I got a unique passive!" I was excited at eight o'clock.

[Two-handed sword emblem (unique)]

[Two-handed sword damage +10%, attack speed +10%, madness resistance -20%]

[Note: Each undead can only obtain one emblem]

I immediately took a screenshot of the relevant information and sent it out at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Linde, who was far away, also saw the information at the first time.

"Killing a boss with a crest with your own hands can indeed earn you some rewards, especially taking the crest directly from the opponent."

He also knew how to obtain the two-handed sword emblem. The harvest from the Black Island library had not yet been completely counted. In just a few days, those potion formulas, potions, poetry collections, etc. would be placed on Lind's desk. All he had to do was to keep activating new emblems.

Rather than having more pathways of power, Lind would rather master more emblems. Drinking too much potion is useless, but the improvement that emblems can bring to the body is permanent.

I excitedly shared my gains at 8am in the morning, and he was the first one to accurately feel the benefits of increased favorability.

Some soldiers looked at him with obvious respect when they saw him.

The favorability can really get real feedback from NPCs, instead of treating the undead equally as before.

The body of Prince Black Catfish was placed on a stone slab, and the undead were not allowed to enter the gardens inside the palace.

Feilong lowered his head, waiting for Lind's order.

Queen Rania came to see her uncle off for the last time, but she now looks very different from before. She is no longer sad and has completely transformed into a strong queen.

Maybe the crying like yesterday will never happen again, or maybe it will only happen in front of Lind.

She didn't say much, but turned her back, because she knew very well that Linde's attitude towards his enemies was to make the best use of them.

Lind examined Prince Black Catfish's body and found the coat of arms still there.

He turned his head and glanced at the Red Knight. Perhaps some instinctive reaction when being killed would cause the old noble to pass the power of the emblem to the undead. That must be some kind of emotion, and people would never be happy or grateful when they die.

Therefore, the emotions when bestowing a coat of arms should be negative, such as hatred, curse, fear, etc.

This is very similar to the situation where the city was full of monsters created by the Great Snake Ronan and the Dragon King Kurt.

Lind felt that this time he had really grasped one of the true ways of bestowing the emblem.

"flame."

Lind turned his head, and the flying dragon, which had been brewing fire for a long time, immediately opened its mouth after hearing his voice. The scorching heat overflowed from the dragon's mouth, spreading in a fan shape and swallowing the corpse.

When the flames die down and only black embers remain, the soldiers gather Prince Blackcat's ashes and bury them in the Hedwin Cemetery.

Linde has always been generous to his dead enemies. He is willing to acknowledge that they are still princes, but their deeds during their lifetime must be engraved on their tombstone.

The only remaining part of national unification is the south, Griffin Castle.

(End of this chapter)