On the 16th hour when the players were offline, Murphy was in the Blood Vulture Corridor preparing the topic for tomorrow morning's meeting.
He wanted to set up the system structure in his territory before the players went online again. At this time, he was extremely lucky that he was a "boss" and had professionals like Miss Miriam under his command to help him with the work. Otherwise, he would have gone through the entire process personally.
Murphy is probably going crazy.
And another important issue is the astral shadow that has once again shrouded the ruins of the inner city above the Blood Vulture Corridor.
Although the foul spiritual energy pouring down from the astral creation in the sky is not as aggressive as last time, they have indeed re-formed a "black mist area" in the remaining inner city.
It is not difficult to imagine that as time progresses, the threats existing in the inner city are no longer just low-level despair derivatives. More and more astral creatures will cross the border and enter with the astral creation in the sky that takes at least ten years to heal.
Cadman is an inner city area, so Murphy plans to completely isolate the inner city area.
It just so happens that a big rift in the city split the original city into two, so the new city can be built based on the outer city area and expand outward.
As for places like the inner city, they are just the activity areas for players. They are not afraid of too many monsters anyway. Especially for new players, the more rookie monsters like despair derivatives, the better.
In this way, the Blood Eagle Corridor, which exists as a "Novice Village Area", can also have its own "monster spawning point".
It couldn't be more perfect.
And now the new Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture has begun to "work" in the Blood Vulture Corridor, or in other words, he has changed his place and continues to live in a dream.
There are only two or three kittens left in the Blood Vulture clan. For Grand Duke Tris, there are really not many things worth handling personally, so she specializes in her second "duty".
That is, the personal psychic advisor and domestic alchemy master of Lord Murphy, Lord Cadman.
Her last work was the "Gathering Stone" used to support the dungeon snapshot mechanism. Murphy also plans to test the effectiveness of this new thing after players go online.
As a result, Lord Cadman was sorting out the key points of the meeting in his small room in the Blood Eagle Corridor when he heard a knock on the door. Then his housekeeper, Mrs. Adele, opened the door and came in and reported:
"Master Murphy, you have a visitor."
"oh?"
Murphy, who was lying on the table writing and drawing, asked without raising his head:
"I'm really curious about which unlucky person will come to visit our empty ruined territory at this time?"
"It's Miss Natalie."
Mrs. Adele said in a strange tone:
"She and her team of witch hunters came to the survivor camp to pick up Major Fraser, but she herself wanted to visit the lord here, who is you. I declined, after all, there is really nothing to say between vampires and witch hunters.
But she insisted on seeing you, and said it was for the sake of Lord Finnock."
"Tsk."
Murphy flicked his tongue, sat up straight and thought for a moment, nodded to Mrs. Adele and said:
"Then invite her in.
The last white knight in this world sacrificed himself to push the frantic will of subspace into the star realm. Theoretically, he is the great savior of all of us, and life in the entire Transia region should be affected by this.
Have respect for him.
He will become a new legend in this land, and his daughter will also receive preferential treatment."
"Master, this may be a bit risky."
Adele emphasized:
"That Miss Natalie has established a certain connection with the Oak Sacred Blade. If she makes a sudden attack"
"It doesn't matter, I also have the protection of the sacred object from Midnight, not to mention, isn't our powerful and majestic Grand Duke Tris right next door?"
Murphy stood up and patted the silent Desire Blade on his waist.
Necessary evil was not as vivid in his hands as it was in Sarokdar's hands.
If I have to give an analogy, it is like a dying eel. It only vibrates twice when Murphy pats it, highlighting the laziness after being severely injured. It is as unintimidating as an old man.
Word.
"Well, this is also the second thing I want to report to you."
Mrs. Adele whispered helplessly:
"Just now, the Grand Duke asked me to pay her Grand Duke's annuity in advance for this year, which will be used to send merchants in the camp to buy various spirits from merchants in the Ice Bay area. She insisted that this was for you to make some secret
Alchemy items, but I have never heard of any potions that require thirty-year-old spirits as the base configuration.
I have already rejected His Majesty the Grand Duke’s ridiculous request.”
"Well, you did a very good job. This is the courage that the Blood Vulture Clan treasure trove specialist and family steward should have."
Murphy nodded in appreciation and said:
"Continue to maintain your selfless image, Adele. As for Tris' untimely appetite, my warriors will definitely be willing to use various methods to help her solve it when they return."
"Okay, Master, I'll take my leave now."
Mrs. Adele bowed to Murphy with impeccable manners, and a few minutes later, Miss Natalie, a heavily armed gray-haired witcher, opened the door and walked in.
Her dress is quite strange.
Old Fenok's Oaken Blade Warden was carried on her back.
The elf ritual sword was taller than her, and it looked very visually impactful. On both sides of her waist, she wore two silver replicas of exotic war knives, one long and one short.
Coupled with the combat daggers hidden in the boots, waist and cuffs of this witch hunter and the two hunting crossbows hanging on her waist, it can be said that she is armed to the teeth.
But her face looked a little softer compared to the way she always gritted her teeth when she saw Murphy before.
There was a forbearance in those gray eyes that Murphy couldn't understand.
However, the report from Mrs. Adele, who is Murphy's "intelligence chief", is absolutely accurate. Natalie has indeed established contact with the Watcher's Blade left behind by the old knight.
There is an obvious psychic resonance between her being and the holy blade.
But very reluctantly,
There is absolutely no sense of smoothness between old Finock and the Watcher, which is almost "blood is thicker than water." It is even far inferior to the dark psychic connection established by Murphy and the necessary evil in his hands, while Murphy and the Desire Demon
Blade's psychic resonance is only "low" in the character card evaluation.
It can be seen that this gray-haired demon hunter has not been recognized by the Holy Blade of Nature.
At best, the holy blade allows her to wield herself.
A holder of this level of sacred object cannot pose an effective threat to Murphy who has obtained the elite template.
"You want to see me?"
Murphy stood in his office, which was once the lounge of a certain family guard, spread his hands, and asked the Witch Hunter in front of him in a friendly tone:
"Is there anything I, the lord of the garbage dumps and ruins, can do to help you? Miss Natalie."
"I came to ask some questions, and old Finnock"
"You should call him 'Father'!"
Before Natalie could finish her words, she was interrupted by Murphy with a wave of his hand.
The vampire lord looked at her, the scarlet light spots in his eyes dancing, representing Murphy's change in mood at this time.
He said:
"At the most critical moment, Lord Finock Lawson sacrificed himself under the inspiration of the gods he believed in and saved the entire Transia. Therefore, every life on this land should respect him!
I don't know what you witch hunters think about it, but I have decided to erect a sculpture for Lord Lawson during the restoration of the Blood Vulture Corridor. It will be erected in the original Holy Blood Pool Hall.
I tell his epic story to everyone I meet.
Of course, you are his daughter, and you naturally have the right to use any unkind tone to comment on my deceased friend, but I still want to emphasize that any disrespect you have towards my old friend, Mr. Finock, may offend me.
.
Therefore, please choose your words carefully."
This answer made Natalie silent again.
After a few seconds, she raised her head again and said:
"I'm here to ask about some things about my father before he passed away. He once had a conversation with you in the secret passage of the cloister. I want to know if there was any mention of a force called 'Twilight' in his words?"
"No."
Murphy lied quite naturally in a very frank tone, and behaved no differently from other vampires in terms of bottom line.
He said:
"He just used some language to induce me to pay attention to the black hands behind the rebellion of the old religion, but he did not mention the names of those black hands. He also said that everything we are experiencing now, including the war, is also
Just a wisp of breeze before the real storm.
To be honest, this sounds like the ramblings of a madman.
But considering the identity label of Old Finock’s sincere believer, I guess he must know something, so is the ‘Twilight’ you are talking about the culprit that triggered the Ten Years’ War and the Old Religion Rebellion?”
"I can't say too much, but I guess it is like this. I don't know where they are or what they are planning, but they are my enemies!"
Natalie's gray and ruthless eyes were dancing with certain points of light, and she said:
"I will hunt them until they die."
"With your current strength and team?"
Murphy shook his head.
He took a step back and leaned in front of his desk, looked at the Witch Hunter up and down, and said slightly teasingly:
"As far as I know, the White Oak Chapter is the last existing force of the old church, and you lost nearly 90% of them in the ten years of war, leaving only more than a thousand defeated troops. Not to mention
Can you rely on the large oak blade in your hand that has not yet been fully tamed to convince them to obey you?
Even if they all obeyed, it would be difficult for such a tired and weakened force to compete with a force that could launch a major operation on the scale of the Ten Years' War in the shadows.
Well, this brings up the second topic in the secret conversation between me and your father."
Murphy touched the core orb on his chest, glanced at Natalie who was listening with his blood-red eyes, and said:
"Your father had hoped that you could lead the remaining witch hunters to join Transia."
"impossible!"
The gray-haired demon hunter immediately denied it and said:
"Even if he is crazy, he cannot make such a request to a vampire lord!"
"Of course he didn't propose it. Golden strong men always have their own dignity. It was my initiative. I told your father that witch hunters have no home in this era, and Transia will be indifferent to everything.
Those who can return home open their arms."
Murphy spread his arms and said softly:
"I explained to your father my plans and ideals for this land.
I told him that I hoped to build an ideal city on the ruins of Cadman City where everyone is equal and the residents are not inferior based on differences in race and civilization. Your father ridiculed me as a daydream and called me a madman.
But he never denied my invitation until the last moment, when he hoped that I would accept you.
There are no lies in what I said.
Therefore, Natalie Finokea Lawson, I hope you will temporarily put aside the personal grudges between you and me and think about this issue from the perspective of the witch hunters as a group.
I have extended an invitation to you.
Not as the Blood Eagle Clan, but as Count Cadman.
Over the past many years, you have left a very bad reputation on this land.
Fortunately, vampires don't have a very good reputation here either.
Therefore, if the people here are willing to give the vampires a chance to start over, then there is a high probability that they will not refuse the witch hunters to participate in the reconstruction of this land.
The premise is that you are really willing to dedicate your strength to this land.
You know me, Natalie.
You know that I am different from other vampires, and I have never tried to hide it, even I can tell you clearly.
Compared to a vampire, I think I'm actually more human.
so."
Murphy turned around and exposed his back to Natalie without reservation. He was lying on the table and writing something. As long as the witch hunter was willing to do this, the big oak holy blade came out.
After sheathing it, it only takes one strike to pierce the holy blade into Murphy's body.
However, until Murphy finished writing what was in his hand, Natalie remained where she was without making any move.
There was a voice roaring in her heart.
But she used her own reason to suppress the impulse that would only make things worse.
This kind of self-suppression is called "growth".
"Give yourself a chance, and give your followers and subordinates a chance."
Murphy handed the document in his hand to Natalie with a smile on his face, then picked up Count Cadman's seal and covered it with scarlet psychic energy, and stamped his seal on the document.
The contents of this document are very simple.
It was Murphy who used Count Cadman's power to grant the witch hunters of the original Avalon Church the status of Transian citizens, and divided a large area of the original inner city of Cadman City for them as an area for daily residence and training.
The witch hunter is also allowed to keep his own weapons in his territory.
"Of course, the name Witch Hunter can no longer be used. Maybe you can think of a new name, just like saying goodbye to the past and starting a new life."
Murphy whispered:
"And if you are willing to accept it, I still have some marginal territory in my hands that can be formed into a barony. Are you willing to add the nickname 'Baroness' to your name? Please don't look at me like you are crazy.
I, Miss Natalie.
I'm really short of people right now.
Especially talents like you, I am very, very lacking, so please believe in my sincerity."
"I will treat this as a not-so-funny joke and share it with my companions. They will definitely laugh happily."
Natalie folded up the paperwork in her hand and put it into her psychic bag. She nodded coldly to Murphy and left the office.
Murphy watched her leave. The moment the door closed, he suddenly asked:
"Have you ever heard of the name Dusk?"
"No."
Tris's voice sounded from behind.
As if walking out of a shadow, the Grand Duke of Blood Vulture removed her disguise through superb psychic manipulation. She shook her head and said:
"I have never seen this name in my memory, but if that is the warning that old Finock left for his daughter, then we should really be vigilant about it. But I was just joking before, I didn't expect you to actually plan to recruit hunters.
Will the witch join your territory?"
"certainly."
Murphy sighed and said:
"Although there are only more than a thousand people, we can still make up a dozen places, and there are leaks in Transia now. We need this kind of organized armed force. Unfortunately, the chips in my hand are too few.
Too little.
It might still be possible if old Finnock was still around, but Natalie obviously has a lot of opinions about me.
This is probably a dirty thing.
Tris, did anyone respond to the message you sent to the former Blood Vulture members?"
"No, little Murphy."
The Blood Vulture Grand Duke sighed and said:
"After all, who would be willing to obey the leadership of a well-known family loser?"
"very good!"
Murphy narrowed his eyes and said:
"Then in the name of Mother Night, we have indeed given them a chance. Now even if Lord Paying comes in person, there is no reason to call what we are going to do next 'cruel'."
