Chapter 95 I'm the Boss

Someone was scared, but it wasn't Lind.

Feelings such as guilt and fear will increase your position in the other person's heart.

She was able to stay clean and eat dried fruits leisurely every day in the doomsday, definitely not just because of her figure or pretty face.

The result was different from what Lian had imagined.

Someone is shy... No, something is definitely wrong! This is definitely the worst possible scenario!
Lian looked at Miko who was a little embarrassed, and then looked at Linde who was looking at Miko with amusement, and suddenly a trace of sadness welled up in his heart. It was obviously he who came here first, whether it was that he was the first to care about the lord when he was injured, or that he was so tired that his wrist was sore... it was he who came first!
She admitted that she wanted to control Lind, but it seemed that her mentality changed because of an unexpected enemy's intervention, and she became the one who was worried, afraid and angry.

Lin De glanced at Lian, not paying much attention to her, and said solemnly: "Ms. Mi Ke, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Yes!" Mi Ke nodded: "However, some potion materials are missing."

She had previously spent a lot of materials on making her own superior wizard potions. Her inventory was enough to make some ordinary potions, and even ordinary great knight potions. However, she was lacking a lot of materials for superior great knight potions.

"This is easy. It just so happens that the Undead are going to Longya Mountain Road. They should set off tonight."

The undead will like this task, as late-night exploration is their favorite.

Mi Ke nodded, and when he walked to the door and passed by Lian, their eyes met.

Then their eyes separated, and both felt that they had the upper hand in the eye contact.

"Lian, what's up?"

"Yes, sir." Lian walked in and closed the door.

Mi Ke standing at the door: "..."

The rabbit teeth gently pressed against the lower lip, leaving a pair of straight front teeth bite marks on the pouty lips.

"Don't make the potion anymore, let me make you some medicine to replenish your body first!"

But then she smiled, her eyes seemed to be able to see through the door, and she looked at Lian behind the door with a pair of "sympathetic" eyes.

inside the room.

Linde was still thinking about the conversation he had just had with Miko.

It may be difficult for others to be promoted to the Cursed Lost Soul Knight by actively circumventing the problem. Magic potions are the summary of the experience of predecessors. The biggest problem of changing the formula of magic potions without authorization is that the magic potions will turn into pus and corrode the body.

However, Lind, who has absolute control over the power in his body, has a very high tolerance rate. This is the answer he got after communicating with Micko.

Knowing that he could really control the power in his body perfectly, Mi Ke wanted to use the Moonlight Knife to cut Lind open and check whether the old nobleman was really so magical.

Just like when he helped Reed and Leo successfully overcome the danger, when Lind mentioned this, Micko's eyes were filled with envy.

"It is normal for the old nobles to go crazy. The old nobles are stronger. The old nobles possess power in their blood..." Lind pondered what Mi Ke said. The more he recalled, the more he felt that something was wrong.

This doesn't sound like a positive character, but more like a powerful organization that is forced to turn evil, then obstruct the protagonist, and finally is defeated and sighs, "This is no longer my era."

"Sir?" Lian asked when he saw Lin De fell into thought again.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Lin De looked at Lian and repeated the sentence, his mind still immersed in the previous topic.

If it was really an urgent matter, Lian would not have come here. The nine soldiers under his command were absolutely trusted and would definitely rush over at the first moment.

Lian walked to Linde, took a look at the mark of the little butt on the bedding, turned around, smoothed her skirt, and sat on it with her butt sticking out.

The big peach crushed the small dent.

Linde suddenly put his arms around Lian's waist and held her on his lap as she screamed.

She lowered her head and took a deep breath into Lian's neck and hair. "Master~" she called softly.

"How about the blacksmith shop?" Lind said, "I want you to make some things."

When Lian heard Linde mention serious matters, his expression also became serious.

It doesn’t matter what posture you use when chatting, as long as the content of the chat is serious.

"We still need some blacksmiths. It's no problem for the undead to do some ordinary armor and weapon maintenance," Lian said. "Like the enchantment you mentioned before, ordinary blacksmith apprentices can't do it. Also, do you really want to teach those undead?"

The blacksmith in the Novice Village must have mastered the means of "enchantment", but unfortunately the blacksmith in Prey Town was killed by the undead. Fortunately, the techniques of enchantment are all in Lian's mind.

She was not a weak woman. Perhaps she had already imagined countless times what would happen if she was caught alone, and then came up with an answer.

As long as she has valuable knowledge in her head, no one can hurt her easily.

Now she can sit on Linde's lap and communicate with him thanks to the blacksmith knowledge she forced herself to learn early on. Otherwise, as a woman, she would have been abandoned long ago.

"No," Lind shook his head, "I can't teach you for now."

He can act as a babysitter for the undead and organize a large-scale role-playing game for the undead's gaming experience, but he must never let the undead learn to do everything by themselves.

Appropriate role-playing is fine, but the supply and demand relationship must not be messed up.

“I’ll keep an eye on it.”

Linde was thinking about where to find a blacksmith. If he could find another novice village, maybe he could bring a real blacksmith over.

"Are you still busy tonight?" Lian asked softly, hinting at something.

"Not tonight" Lind shook his head: "Not in the recent period of time."

He wanted to be promoted to a higher-level Lost Soul Knight, so he would choose to abide by the precautions that Miko said regardless of whether they were true or false.

You can twist it and lick it, but you can't soak it.

Compared to the improvement of strength, nothing else matters.

Lian looked at Lin De resentfully, then raised his hands: "How about this?"

Linde reached out and held her hand, the meaning was self-evident.

Lian's face was full of resentment when he left Linde's room.

She knew without thinking that the rabbit-toothed guy must have done something.

After watching Lian leave, Lind looked at the box on the ground and took out the letter from his fiancée Tione.

"The old nobility will go crazy"

If Miss Miko is correct, the power of the old aristocracy is almost innate.

Even if undead appear and new nobles are born, the old nobles inherently possess stronger power. As long as they come into contact with magic potions, the old nobles will definitely be more powerful under the same circumstances.

In a game, what kind of character was once powerful but later fell, causing the crusade of new forces, and still remains pedantic when the gods disappear, tragic yet crazy.

After a little thought, Linde already had the answer in his mind, and this was the only possibility.

"So I'm the boss."

(End of this chapter)