Chapter 1 1 The patriarch has decided, it’s up to you to send him off, ahem
Chapter 1 1. The clan leader has already decided, it’s up to you to send him off. Uh, ahem, shoulder the heavy responsibility!
Cadman City is as peaceful as ever today. Although the clouds of war are approaching, considering that the damn war has been going on for almost ten years, the people who have long been accustomed to the rationing system say that their mood is still stable today.
What else can be done if it is unstable?
Rebellion?
The vampire gentlemen in the city have been waiting for them to do this for a long time, didn't you expect it? Those bastards who physically break bones and suck out marrow are worried that they don't have good cannon fodder to send to the front line, so the smart people naturally cannot comply with their wishes.
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"Look, that poor vampire is here to ask for help again!"
"Shhhhhhh, keep your voice down, don't be heard. No matter what, I am a formal member of the Blood Eagle Clan."
"What are you afraid of? I heard from the aunt next door to my neighbor's second uncle's third cousin, who works as a restaurant cook's assistant in the city hall, that this boy and his elders are both famous 'blood vulture cripples'. I heard that the distance
Being kicked out of the family is just one step away, so what will he do if he hears it?
The vampires themselves don't want to see him, so we poor bullied people still want to give him a good look?"
"That's it! The dignified vampire came here to grab relief from us civilians. It's shameless. The servants of the down-and-out knight who fled from East Prussia knew how to cover their faces when they came to receive relief food! How different from him, who is so careless,
It’s such an embarrassment!”
"But don't tell me yet, this guy is quite handsome."
"Nonsense, how can he be attracted by 'Money-minded Tris' if he's not handsome? I heard that this guy used to be a pretty boy who charmed thousands of girls. Uh, he's looking over here, quick!
Smile!"
As Murphy in the crowd turned his head, the group of people whispering immediately all changed their faces and gave them beautiful and flattering smiles.
Just like the respect and hypocrisy they showed when they met other members of the Blood Eagle Clan.
"Good morning, you boring gossipers!"
Murphy also gave them an impeccable smile and greeted them in his "hometown dialect".
Although the other party's nodding and bowing in return seems to be very relieved, it is actually quite boring to bully these alien father-in-laws who do not understand foreign languages.
The main reason is that even after playing a fun game for a month, Murphy felt a little numb.
But his shawl black hair, clear black and white eyes that seemed to be talking, and androgynous face made all the girls and daughters-in-law in the crowd have bright eyes. Unfortunately, his skin was so fair that it was abnormal and there was a hint of light in the depths of his eyes.
The bloody light made them flinch.
vampire.
Legendary extraordinary creatures.
They are of the dark type, stay day and night, and always like to do some bad things such as imprisonment training and blood-sucking play, which leads to their bad reputation throughout the continent. But this is the Transia region of the Confederation of Portia, where vampires
control of the territory, so their reputation here is slightly better.
Well, the "slightly better" mentioned here means that people will not scold them openly and take out a manure fork to greet them, but gossiping behind their backs like just now is still unavoidable.
After all, the direct result of the Blood Eagle Clan's more than 400 years of cultivation in this area is that the number of ghost stories here exceeds the mainland, and the number of missing people near Cadman City alone every year can form a reinforcement camp. In this case, ordinary people
Being able to fall in love with a vampire only makes you see ghosts.
Murphy was used to the whispers around him.
With the aloof demeanor that a vampire should have, he ignored the good and evil looks around him and lined up in the queue quite law-abidingly. Not only did he wait patiently, he even gave way to a lady holding a hungry child.
This detail made several people in the crowd dressed as scholars feel better about the young vampire. However, Murphy himself didn't know what the use of their kindness was.
Emmm, regardless of whether it is useful or not, if you can get a good impression, just do something good first.
"Two portions of type A relief food, thank you."
When it was his turn, he spoke generously and warmly to the soldiers who were distributing food in front of him. His manners were impeccable. Even when receiving relief food, he behaved as if he were entering the palace to meet the king.
The main thing is elegance.
However, the "king" in front of him had a dead face and threw the two rough packages to Murphy, not even bothering to look at him.
Even if the nameplate on this soldier means that he is a servant of a certain vampire, referred to as a "blood servant", in theory he should respect all vampires.
Unfortunately, Murphy is clearly not on his "respect list."
"Little Murphy, the 'good old days' between you and Ms. Tracey are coming to an end."
Just as Murphy turned to leave, a sarcasm suddenly sounded like a whisper in his ears. He looked back and saw that the vampire sitting in the shadows behind supervising the food distribution also gave him a false smile.
Murphy didn't know this guy, after all, he just "came over" a month ago.
Perhaps there is information about this guy in the remaining memories in his mind, but Murphy is too lazy to look for clues because his new identity is a bit embarrassing.
As the unexpected offspring of Ms. Tracey, the "famous loser" of the Blood Vulture Clan, after a serious alcohol accident, Murphy's status in this family is truly heartbreaking for everyone who hears it and sheds tears for everyone who sees it.
In the one year since he became a vampire, this unlucky guy has only been able to enter the "Blood Vulture Corridor" in Cadman City a handful of times, let alone receive party invitations from other people of his own race, and has no way to contact other vampires.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the month since he came here, the number of fat rats he has seen in Tris's small dilapidated manor is more than the number of vampires he has seen.
But although Murphy is "reclusive", he is actually quite famous in the Blood Vulture Clan. Even the old blood servant aunt in the Blood Vulture Corridor who is responsible for sweeping the floor and emptying the toilets knows about him. After all, Murphy is the first person in Cadman City to fight against
Ms. Tris, the "Cruel King", is an ethnic group that she will never abandon.
He has been living in Tris's dilapidated courtyard for a year since he was transformed into a vampire, and he still serves her like a relative.
Such a tender story is quite "legendary" in the vampire clan full of conspiracy and violence, and its popularity has been included in the "Seven Mysteries of Cadman City" and other weird stories.
"What do you mean?"
Murphy kept his mouth still and maintained his posture, but his voice was transmitted back to the vampire in the shadow.
Onomatopoeia!
The most basic use of the dark psychic talent that vampires are born with.
[Successfully used low-level psychic skills once, and the proficiency in dark psychic perception and manipulation is improved. Currently, it is "Introduction". 】
The moment the onomatopoeia was finished, a line of prompts popped up in front of Murphy's eyes, but he was already used to this, and he just lamented once again how difficult it is to improve this skill.
It's been a month and I'm still getting started.
"It doesn't mean anything, I just wish you a happy trip."
The vampire replied in a subtle tone.
Probably feeling that such sarcasm was not enough, he made another gesture. The blood servant responsible for distributing food immediately fawningly took three more bags of relief food and stuffed them into Murphy's arms.
What does this mean?
Murphy blinked his eyes and calmly bowed slightly to say goodbye to his fellow clan members, who also responded with a perfunctory courtesy as abide by the family rules of the Blood Vulture clan.
On the way back to the manor, Murphy looked at the five packages of relief food in his arms and couldn't help but think:
"Does this mean 'eat before you hit the road'? What a lunatic! I'm so low-key and depressed, is there anyone who can still find trouble with me? These damn vampires really need to be dealt with!"
Complaining like this, he quickly walked towards his "manor" through the shadow of the wall, but every 100 meters he walked, a line of prompts popped up in front of him.
[Successfully complete a shadow walk, and the proficiency of stealth and stealth skills is improved. It is currently "skilled". 】
Those who didn’t know better thought he was practicing his skills, but in fact this was just forced by the situation. After all, who would want to be a thief and walk around the wall like a thief when he could take the high road?
It was almost nine o'clock at this time, and the sun had become vicious. The most difficult moment of the day for vampires was about to come. In order to avoid being burned by the sun, Murphy, who had no money to purchase expensive sunshade products, could only walk in the shade.
Normal vampires will not be active in the sun. The fall of night is the beginning of their day of joy, but Murphy does not have such extravagant habits.
On the one hand, his family is now poor and his life is under pressure. If he hadn't rushed to get food early in the morning, he and his good-for-nothing elder would have been hungry today.
On the other hand, it's because the alien soul in his vampire body has a very stubborn routine.
When I first "came over", I tried to stay out at night out of curiosity. The result was like a thirty-year-old man who stayed overnight in an Internet cafe and it took him three days to recover.
I can stay up late, but only a little.
"well."
Even though it was only early in the morning, Murphy sighed for the seventeenth time today.
He held the food and pushed open the iron gate of the "manor". He used too much force, causing the rusty and disrepaired iron gate to slam into the dusty and overgrown "manor".
"At the edge of the garden", there was so much noise that three fat mice started running away.
[Successful destruction of a scene, melee combat and physical attack skill proficiency increased, currently "Introduction"]
The familiar prompt popped up again, making Murphy feel tired again.
Less than half of his entry-level melee skills were provided by this poor iron gate in the past month, so why don't you quickly say thank you, Uncle Iron Gate?
Murphy looked at the "manor" in front of him that he had lived in for a month. From the mottled buildings, he could vaguely see its glory in its heyday. It was a very classic "quiet in the midst of chaos" mansion with carefully laid out gardens.
It runs through the entire yard of nearly a thousand square meters.
There is also a deep wine cellar and a towering observatory. The main house is even more beautiful and even decorated with unknown statues of gods.
Unfortunately, that was at least a hundred years ago.
Now this dilapidated manor is an abandoned house waiting to be demolished. It is a place where even homeless people will not visit. It is really hard to imagine that this place will be the dwelling place of a former vampire elder who claims to have lived for 500 years.
"Refnor Murphy Lesembra!"
A cold call suddenly sounded from behind.
Murphy, who was in the process of installing the door, turned around and saw a group of shadows gathering in the shadow of the wall. The sound of a bat spreading its wings echoed, and a slender figure appeared in front of him.
This is obviously a profound psychic skill, but what is more important is the person in front of you.
It was a vampire wearing a luxurious scarlet robe and holding a short cane. From the exquisite emblem on his chest, you could tell that he was a blood vulture guard who directly obeyed the orders of the patriarch.
They never appear easily, and every time they go out, they will represent the will of His Excellency Sarokdar Lesembra, the leader of the Blood Vulture Clan.
An ominous premonition immediately came to mind.
But Murphy still paid tribute to his compatriot with the most perfect manner. The latter nodded coldly in response, and at the same time took out a sealed velvet bag from his arms and handed it to Murphy.
He said businesslikely:
"The war on the frontline is urgent. The pioneering army of the Kingdom of Plantagenet has approached the border of Transia. The war is about to come to Cadman City. Every member of the Blood Vulture must contribute to our territory.
This is your next task.
Send this clan leader’s secret order to the Midnight Hunter camp thirty miles east of Moreland Village, and give you three days to complete it!”
Murphy's heart skipped a beat, he took the bag and said softly:
"But, I heard that the witch hunters from the Plantagenet Kingdom have infiltrated into that area."
"That's right."
The blood eagle guard nodded and explained:
"The Hounds of the Ring Tower are engaged in a tactical interdiction, which means you must venture past their safari blockade at midnight.
But for the noble Blood Vulture members, this job is not difficult."
"Hey, your 'not difficult' conclusion is for normal vampires, right? Please open your own eyes and take a look! In addition to being extremely handsome, what is the difference between this vampire in front of you and '
Normal' hook?"
Murphy's heart was roaring.
But on the surface, he took a deep breath, maintained an expression that was almost unbearable, and said:
"I need armor and weapons, and if possible, I also need some helpers."
"Um?"
These words made the clan leader's personal guard in front of him blink his eyes. He looked at Murphy's too "simple" appearance and said in a strange tone:
"You seem to have been owned by Chu for a while, but you still don't have your own blood servant? You even need armor and weapons. Wait, this is Tris's manor? Your elder is that useless person,
Is it the former elder Tris?
Well, that's no wonder.
I did hear some rumors about you in the Blood Vulture Corridor. I thought it was just a ridiculous joke. After all, no vampire can be as miserable as this."
After saying that, the vampire reached out and patted Murphy on the shoulder sympathetically, and said in a subtle tone:
"It seems like it's not easy for you, kid."
"Yes, this is completely different from the vampire life I imagined."
Murphy couldn't stand it anymore.
He could tolerate the ridicule and malice of others, but the sympathetic eyes of the other party made him sigh deeply, and his face was filled with sadness.
This scene made it difficult for the clan leader’s personal guard to say anything more, so he sighed and said:
"When you set out this evening, there will be enough blood servants coming with the things you need. In addition, if you can't come back, there will be other misfortunes.
Uh, I mean there will be other reliable people taking care of Elder Tris on your behalf.
So, go ahead bravely."
After saying that, he turned around and turned into a flying bat and disappeared into the shadows, leaving only Murphy standing there holding the mission item.
"Is this acknowledgment that I am dead? Hey, when you send someone to die, can you take a few seconds to disguise your expression and language?
Hey, it’s a good thing I’m safe!”
He complained, and then habitually glanced at the progress bar that occupied most of the area on the strange translucent interface in front of him:
[The decompression progress of the "Real World" beta administrator system installation package: 99.87%, please wait patiently. 】
"I've been holding it in for a full month, and I can decompress it this afternoon."
Murphy bit his lip, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face that always maintained an elegant posture and had formed a kind of muscle memory.
He hummed a song and bent down to hold the relief food in his arms. As he walked into the courtyard, he thought:
"When my fortune-defying golden finger arrives, I will let all of you bastards know it. I have written down all those who have spoken rudely to me in my notebook. I am not a generous person.
Hey, look at these good days, they are still to come."
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