Chapter 358 Visitors from the Crack
Goliath's crazy old nobles and dragon-transformed soldiers have been completely eliminated, except for the Marquis Druids.

Lind couldn't do anything about it. Of course, there was another reason. The undead loved to enter the Druid Manor dungeon very much. Every time they entered the dungeon, they had to pay the dungeon fee and buy a lot of things.

No matter whether they buy from the small market, Raven City or Goliath, no matter where they buy from, the money will eventually converge into Lind's hands.

He gave the undead people a chance to compare prices. Market prices always fluctuate, but the undead people's demand for equipment and props is constant, so Lind will never lack a consumer market.

Leaving behind a big BOSS, and the opponent will not move, is simply a natural fertilizer for leeks.

With the lessons learned from the past, undead people would come to try every day. If they could really kill Madam Druids, they would get the coat of arms reward and gain the respect of the NPCs.

Lind plunged into the library to study. He was trying to understand every law of the kingdom. There was nothing surprising, but he read it over and over again.

Then he changed his topic to the history of the Kingdom of Rand, for which he had to find the troll lady Isa, but after he finished talking about this, he turned around and forgot about it.

The rotten smell of books and wooden shelves was like a cage, completely trapping Lind in the palace's large library.

Rania is busy every day and she needs many civil servants to help her handle government affairs. After Linde ordered the construction of a magic building called the "Crystal Defense Tower", Rania began to receive huge bills one after another, and there was also a need for funding for the repair of fortresses, streets and other places.

The undead are willing to work hard, but they demand higher returns. When they are weak, they will work hard, but if they become strong, they will turn a blind eye to work that does not bring enough returns, even if the rewards are enough to make many great knights jealous.

For this reason, Raniya once discussed with Linde about "rewarding the immortals". This matter was brought up by Linde, but was rejected by Linde himself. His reason was that the time was not right.

In addition, Rania also had to deal with plans to rebuild Black Island, recruit soldiers, train soldiers, station soldiers, and have craftsmen create equipment, including everything that came with it.

Mining, forging, blacksmith training, selection, then back to food and so on.

She has never been so busy.

But the existence of Black Island is very necessary. It is a fortress blocking the Black Swamp Kingdom, and it is also the closest inland lake to Goliath, Raven City and other places. If you want to eat fish, you have to rely on there.

Ignore the weird things about fish that have arms and legs or can blink, they're still pretty tasty.

Despite being busy, she felt at ease as long as Lind was here.

The previous hug made her feel a little uneasy, but she knew very well that nothing would happen between her and Lind... probably not, if he didn't speak first.

She needed to breathe some fresh air. After leaving the Golden Throne, Rania unknowingly walked to the Archway Corridor. If she walked to the left, she would go to the only garden with blooming flowers in the entire Goliath, but she subconsciously walked to the right, and this road led to the library.

A petite figure caught Rania's attention.

"Your Majesty." The other party took the initiative to greet.

Miko, a witch.

The only thing Raniya knew about her was that she followed Lind from the north, and that the potion that Lind drank every day to resist the curse had to be brewed by her.

This is absolute trust.

Rania can remain calm when facing Tione, but she has a subconscious sneaky feeling when facing Miko.

"Ms. Micko, are you here to deliver medicine again?" She decided to ask one more question.

"Yes." Miko nodded, a little confused as to why the queen suddenly stopped him.

Fortunately, there was no further communication.

Miko was not used to chatting with the nobles in a pretentious manner, and Linde should be the only person with whom she could communicate happily.

But when Miko entered the library and saw a huge figure sitting with Lind discussing something, she almost subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

"Miko!" Linde heard the voice.

The troll lady Isa, who was sitting next to Linde, also looked over, and a look of surprise appeared on her face when she saw Miko.

"This is Miss Isa whom I mentioned earlier. She majored in astronomy and history at the Tianxing School of Magic." Lind took the initiative to introduce.

The Rabbit Tooth Witch, who always talks about the Star Magic School, should be very happy to see her classmates.

"I..." She was a little at a loss.

"We know each other." Miss Troll took the initiative to speak in a gentle tone.

She must have understood something, but she didn't expose it.

"So that's a reunion of old friends?" Lind didn't look at the two of them to check their favorability. A wizard would be very sensitive to emotional things, and he would only use it occasionally on enemies or people with great emotional fluctuations.

"My lord, we are discussing the crucial moment." Miss Troll suddenly became tough.

"You're right." Lind nodded.

Lind is slowly searching for the power that may be hidden in history and kingdom laws, and his efforts are beginning to show.

Maybe it has something to do with the power of thunder. This power has nothing to do with blood or gods. It is the power of law.

To release this power, he didn't even need to control the thunder himself. It was more like summoning thunder. This discovery made him somewhat regretful.

Afternoon, inside the palace.

Turning his head to look at the scene behind him, he always felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Queen Rania, the rabbit-toothed witch Miko, her fiancée Tione, the singing white knight Wen Ruiwen, the chronicler Doris, oh and the troll lady Issa.

Like Wen and Tione, they are simply quiet people.

For some reason, Miko suddenly became taciturn, Rania seemed to be simply angry, and Her Majesty the Queen was pouting quietly.

The recorder felt as if she had accidentally come to a dangerous place. Although she came here on her own initiative after hearing that the Duke seemed to have made some breakthrough research, she now felt that she should not have come. The atmosphere on the scene was far more exciting than she had imagined. There must be something going on!
The expression on her face showed that she shouldn't have come, but what she was thinking in her heart was: write it down, write it all down, and then accidentally throw the notes away!
Only Miss Troll was analyzing it seriously with Lind.

Thunderclouds gathered, and thunder fell. A pit was smashed into the ground, but the effect was not as good as Redwald, let alone compared with Dragon King Kurt.

"It is only useful within the territory and has to do with people protected by the law. The more powerful people there are, the more powerful it is likely to be."

That’s why Dragon King Kurt can display such powerful strength, but Lind currently... In the entire Rand Kingdom, no one obeys the laws of the Rand Kingdom.

Each territory is independent of each other. At least Lind's own territory does not implement the laws of the Kingdom of Rand. He has a more detailed and more binding set of laws.

"Re-improve the law and then promote it thoroughly." Lind made a quick decision.

Since our own laws are not recognized and have no special effect, it is very necessary to reintegrate the laws of the Rand Kingdom.

However, he did not include the undead in the count for the time being. Who knows how long the undead will disappear this time.

……

North of Morpheus' Gate is the Unforgettable Church.

It would take about a dozen days and nights to get here from the Crossroads of Faith to the south, but the soldiers of Star Dragon City avoided this place as much as possible, and even when patrolling on horseback they would never take even one step in this direction.

However, resisting approaching does not mean that some things will not actively move towards the north.

A group of people gathered at this place. They hid in the dark shadow of the ruins of the dilapidated church and lit a bonfire.

The flames illuminated the faces of these people, they were a group of beautiful women.

Beautiful, like an elf, with skin color close to ice blue.

But their faces were filled with fear.

"Do we have to leave?" asked a younger girl.

The older woman said, "We have to! Those things have already escaped. The Daughter of Night can't protect us. We have to run further."

But her skin just looked a little darker, and her face was still perfect.

"So, where are the keys?" the girl continued. "Our job is to protect the keys."

"Yes, but the Daughter of Night prefers it to be stolen." The older woman did not intend to discuss the key any further. If it were not for the crisis, they would definitely defend the Pool of Dusk until eternity.

The sky was slowly getting darker. The girl with ice-blue and translucent skin climbed up the small hill in the south using her hands and feet. She looked towards the north from this direction, but she could see nothing except a bare expanse.

However, compared with the terrible environment south of Morpheus' Gate, although the north is desolate, there are no disgusting black rivers, no swarms of insects, no white bridges that are always flooded by some sticky things, and no flesh-eating flies that lie on people and feast on them.

Watching the sunset dyeing the sky red, I reluctantly buried half of my head below the horizon.

Then turn around and look towards the southwest.

The sky was split in half by a sword. The southwest direction was still shrouded in darkness and evil, while the red light in the northwest direction was getting farther and farther away.

This was a shocking picture, and she was almost obsessed with it.

Suddenly, a strange cry was heard in the distance. The piercing sound made the girl tremble subconsciously. She trotted down and opened her eyes wide: "The disaster is coming!"

"Put out the fire and take cover!"

The women used their hands and feet to cover the bonfire that had been lit with great difficulty with soil.

Without doing anything more, they rushed into the unforgettable church.

The girl tried to look outside through the cracks in the bricks of the dilapidated church, but her eyes were quickly covered and forcibly pulled back.

No one was allowed to get close to the wall and had to stay as far away as possible.

They huddled together, listening to the rumbling of footsteps, which grew louder and louder, indicating that they were getting closer.

Those guys must have discovered that someone had burned a fire here. Disasters are not stupid. They are good at hunting, cunning, and patient.

You can't imagine how persistent they will be in hunting. They will lie on the ground pretending to be a corpse, just lying there motionless and letting you walk past them. When you think you are safe and expose your back to them, oh no, your life is over.

With any luck.

Although no one spoke, everyone was praying in their hearts.

The noise outside was crazy. It must be a group of mad wolves. You knew it was those guys without even looking. Their mouths were open like blooming flowers, and there were several long reproductive tongues in each petal of flesh.

They are extremely sensitive to flesh and blood, and the disasters have an obsession with life that ordinary people cannot understand.

The noises outside were getting louder and louder. They must have found the bonfire. The flames were out but the heat was still there. They were scratching the ground, causing dust to fly.

They could only cover their mouths, not make any sound, then pray and silently say "lucky words" in their hearts.

But the crazy wolves outside still heard certain sounds and were attracted to move away in another direction. Then there were roars and the sound of claws hitting rocks, which was a bit confusing.

This was followed by a muffled roar and the sound of blood gushing out from the wolf's throat being cut.

When everything calmed down, they saw a beautiful woman holding a thin liquid sword made entirely of blood.

The ground was littered with the twisted corpses of mad wolves.

The bloody sword must have come from those mad wolves.

They looked at the woman and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Come with me," she said.

(End of this chapter)