Chapter 101 The dialogue between 100 men must be so frank
Chapter 101 100. Conversations between men should be so frank! 【4060】
(Additional update for the brothers of ‘The Want of Midsummer’ [5/5])
"Even if you flood the forum with posts, you can't extend the game time! You've already said that I'm not the God of Creation, so how can I change the real world at will according to your ideas?
Although you little players are very cute, please don’t be so unreasonable, okay?”
In the secret river passage of the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy was holding the core orb and listening to the complaints of the little players coming from inside.
He himself sighed.
If possible, he would prefer that the cute and easy-to-use little players can be online 24 hours a day. Not only can he get good help at any time, but the shortage of manpower can also be solved.
You won't even feel the emptiness, loneliness and coldness of being alone in a foreign world.
However, he is just an ordinary test administrator now, and the game time and unlocked functions of the helmet will not be unlocked immediately at his command.
This all depends on "game progress", so in the final analysis, instead of complaining here, young players should work harder for vampires, Kouya!
"What are you doing there? Are you planning to show off your facial skills for me when you are talking about it? Your expression just now was as if you had seen a debt collector."
The dissatisfied voice of the old knight Finock sounded from the front.
This gold-level white knight was currently standing among a pile of ghost ruins burned by the blue purifying fire.
Just when the young players challenged the second boss, Tribune Kudel, Murphy and the old knight also cleared out this ghost camp that had existed for at least 300 years.
The specific cleaning process is that the old knight is facing a lot of elite ghosts and killing them in front, while Murphy is behind.
It's not that he was being lazy on purpose.
Mainly because he is a rookie at the Black Iron level. When facing these hateful ghosts who are also at the Black Iron level and number more than 50, and are known to be difficult to deal with, hey, he is indeed at a slight disadvantage in terms of combat effectiveness.
But Murphy did join the fight.
When a bunch of ghosts rushed towards him, he also killed three of them in single combat, which made his Tomb Sword Guard's swordsmanship experience meter climb up a notch. If it weren't for the old knight's use of a wide range of natural psychic advanced AOE skills,
, if Murphy is not allowed to get too close to the battlefield to avoid being "accidentally injured by friendly parties", his swordsmanship may be even better.
It is said that it is really difficult to improve this advanced swordsmanship. It is not as smooth as the blood vulture swordsmanship from beginner to master in half a month.
"Why are there so many elite ghosts here? It's still in the secret passage of your Blood Vulture Holy Land. Are you vampires so casual about the management of your lair?"
The old knight walked past the cold ashes scattered everywhere. They were the ashes left after the ghosts were purified, and they were also the casting props for some dark psychic spells.
Therefore, Murphy was collecting these ashes with a psychic bag at this time, and walked around the dark ruins, finding nothing but a bag of ancient gold coins.
Facing Finock's inquiry, Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
"If you ask me, who should I ask? It's also my first time to enter the Blood Eagle Corridor. I don't know much about this place than you do, but if you have to ask for a reason, I guess these should be the pioneers before the establishment of Cadman City 400 years ago.
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Tris told me one day when she was drunk that she had participated in the design and construction of Cadman City. She said that there were some mysterious ruins from before the era here, and there were also strange powers in some places.
Initially, Sarokdar thought about razing those ruins, but later due to the black disaster, there was a lack of manpower, so he simply built Cadman City on top of the ruins."
Murphy passed through this dead ruins and explained to the old knight:
"This may be one of the remaining traces from before the birth of civilization. The souls of these unlucky ghosts from hundreds of years ago are obviously trapped here."
"Well, that makes sense."
The old knight nodded and said:
"The conditions for the formation of wraiths are not harsh, but the large-scale gathering of ghosts is another concept. Transia is indeed not an area where death spiritual energy gathers. I feel the change in spiritual energy, and the exit is probably in front.
It's such a long journey, no wonder the vampires don't deal with it.
Just the presence of this group of ghosts is enough to stop any unprepared intruders."
"Yeah, who would have thought that a golden man would actually climb into the sewers to conduct a sneak attack?"
Murphy said in a joking tone:
"Are the other golden experts on the continent as easy-going as you? Mr. Old Finock."
"You can go and ask them in person. I think they will be willing to patiently answer the strange questions of you, a cute little vampire, before they use various methods to kill you."
The old knight replied in the same relaxed tone.
At this moment, the relationship between the two of them is not like that of a hunter and his prey, but more like vicious strangers who go on an adventure together and gradually get to know each other.
They continued to trek in the darkness, and after crossing a 90° vertical underground river waterfall, the thick wall of the Blood Vulture Corridor appeared in front of them again.
This represents the end of this secret passage journey.
"We should take a break."
Murphy suggested:
"My warriors need to rest, and your witch hunters have been fighting for most of the day. We'd better not act rashly before they break through the middle of the corridor and enter the hall.
I believe in your fighting ability.
But I also believe that Sarokdar will not be so well-behaved as to wait for your beheading alone in the depths of the hall."
"That makes sense. Let's take a rest and then go reconnaissance."
The old knight just killed the group of ghosts and consumed a lot of spiritual energy.
Although he was crushed in terms of rank, his own losses were real, so he did not reject Murphy's proposal.
He took out a few pieces of wood from the edge of the underground river, called for the purifying fire to fall, and a simple travel bonfire was completed.
But then, under the surprised gaze of the old knight, Murphy, who as a vampire was supposed to hate light, flew over and landed opposite him. He also took out some "lunch boxes" that had been prepared long ago and placed them on the table. Heat it up on the campfire.
As the aroma of the food came out, Old Finock's eyes became even weirder.
He said:
"Did you make these things yourself?"
"What? Have you never seen a vampire who is as good at cooking as me?"
Murphy laughed, threw a few of the boxes to the old knight, and said:
"The vegetarian food I specially prepared, feel free to eat it, there is no poison in it."
"I believe that after all, no one would be stupid enough to poison senior members of the Church of Avalon. Being protected by nature, we are basically immune to most biological and plant toxins. In fact, if your toxin ratio is creative enough, I would even praise the unique flavor.”
Finock said something faintly. He imitated Murphy and put the lunch boxes on the fire to heat them. He then took off his oak barrel helmet and fetched water from the nearby river, and purified it with natural spiritual energy. These underground water sources.
Then, he saw Murphy on the other side of the bonfire, quickly taking out the fruit and peeling it to make a salad for himself.
After watching carefully for more than ten seconds, after seeing Murphy taking out a wooden fork in a ritualistic manner, he finally couldn't help but say:
"Murphy, you really don't look like a vampire! You don't look like it in every aspect. Before being embraced by Tris, were you a human cook? Or an excellent traveler?"
"Oh, those things are so far away that they seem like a lifetime ago. Let me think about it."
Murphy held up a plate, put the mixed fruits into his mouth with a wooden spoon, and recalled as he ate:
"I was probably born into a small noble family in a small town bordering the Cato region in the south of East Prussia. I still remember that my family had a nice manor and a windmill. My parents wanted me to I grew up according to the traditional and classical aristocratic lifestyle. When I grew up, they wanted to send me to the Bourbon Military Academy in the Kingdom of Plantagenet to seek a future.
Then"
The vampire threw a handful of nuts into his mouth and said vaguely:
"The Ten Years' War broke out! Suddenly, everything that had been planned disappeared in the wind. The old church rebels entered East Prussia. My father took his family to move to the Confederation of Persia. However, they unfortunately encountered a group of people on the way. Gnoll bandits.
Oh, a specialty of Transia.
That night was really desolate, and for the first time in my life, I became a deserter amidst the screams of my family.
My memory after that is very fuzzy.
I remember following a group of refugees all the way east, settling in Cadman City, being bullied by gangsters in the outer city, doing some odd jobs to support themselves, and then being captured by hunger in a cold winter, and walked away amidst the laughter of death. Go and meet your parents.
It was Tris who saved me.
I still don’t know why she saved me, but after that, she became my only family.”
"You seem to be telling someone else's story."
The old knight whispered:
"It seems that the past is not something worth recalling or remembering for you. In addition, I want to warn you that you are being affected by the blood contract! You obviously have an abnormal closeness to Tris, and the vampire's stubborn disease is eroding your will.
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That would make you a loyal dog at Trish's feet, wagging your tail just for her praise."
"Don't ask about Tris and I, it has nothing to do with you, and don't sow discord! Let's talk about you."
Murphy rolled his eyes and opened the heated lunch box, picked up a piece of hot pork chop rice and stared at the old knight opposite. He said with a little dissatisfaction:
"Do you understand the rules? After I told my story, you should tell yours. This is only fair."
"My story has nothing to say. It is nothing more than what your story will look like if it is stretched ten times. Especially after the age of sixty, life is just boring repetition until one day a surprise comes."
Old Finock smiled, opened his lunch box, picked up a fragrant vegetable stew rice bowl, picked up a spoon and ate it loudly.
The appetite of powerful warriors is always as unstoppable as their strength. The two meals were quickly consumed. The old knight wiped his mouth with satisfaction and took out a wooden wine bottle from his psychic bag.
He took a sip himself and then threw it to Murphy.
The vampire wiped the mouth of the bottle with some disgust, and then gave himself a drink.
It's not a strong drink that Tris likes, it's just a mellow fruit wine that's like a sweet and sour drink.
"What you really want to ask is the same question as before, right? My relationship with Natalie."
As the flames danced, the old knight took out a dwarf-style pipe, filled it with some fine Chardonnay tobacco, and lit it beside the bonfire. Amid the smoke, he whispered:
"Okay, she's my daughter."
"Ahem, poof!"
Murphy choked immediately, beat his chest hard and took another sip of fruit wine before he recovered.
He was really surprised.
The eyes shining red in the darkness looked at the old knight and said in disbelief:
"You are two hundred years old! Natalie is 40 at most"
"The age of 35 is just the beginning of life for pure-blood Kate people who generally live to be 140 years old."
Old Finock blew out a smoke ring, shook his head and said:
"Don't look at me with that nasty look, or I'll punch you!
The truth is not what you think!
Natalie's mother is also a Silver-level saint of the Church of Avalon. Although she did not drink the water of the Holy Grail like me, the advancement of life forms and natural blessings allow her lifespan to easily reach 200 years old.
My wife is even 11 years older than me.
As for having a daughter in the twilight years of our lives, this can only be said to be the blessing of Avalon.
With our two levels of strength, it would be difficult to produce children after we combine. The limitations of strength cannot be changed by human beings. Those powerful things are always rare, and this is the law of nature."
"Okay, okay, your God Avalon really has a lot to do. Maybe he also has the priesthood of delivering children."
Murphy complained softly.
Under the glare of the old knight, he said again:
"But the relationship between her and you seems to be very bad. I can see that she treats you the same way she treats her superiors, and rarely mixes personal feelings. So, do even gold-level strong men have family problems?"
"That's my fault, it has nothing to do with Natalie."
The old knight didn't want to talk too much about this issue.
He stopped speaking to hint to Murphy not to ask any more questions, so the vampire rolled his eyes and changed the subject and said:
"Trish told me that the current situation of the witch hunters is very bad. As a creation of the Church of Avalon, you are undoubtedly implicated in the rebellion of the old church. In order to avoid being executed, you had to commit yourself to the Plantagenet during the Ten Years' War.
The kingdom became mercenaries.
And as far as I know, the way they use you is very cruel.
As the leader of the White Oak Chapter, have you ever considered the future for your subordinates?"
"Um?"
The old knight put down his pipe and looked at Murphy holding the food box with strange eyes.
He said:
"So what do you want to say? Please don't say something weird, Murphy, after all, I have just changed my impression of you."
"I mean, if you have nowhere to go, why not stay?"
The vampire spoke his mind.
Old Finock helplessly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and said:
"Avalon, you still said it, just like a whimsical madman.
During the Ten Years' War, countless vampires and blood servants died at the hands of witch hunters, and our reputation in Transia was even more terrible.
I know that you are naturally rebellious and have no favorable impression of the Blood Vulture Clan, but what kind of thinking did you go through and what kind of mental state did you have to come up with such an idea? What makes you think that witch hunters and vampires can shake hands and talk to each other?
and?"
"But we had a great time cooperating the first few times, didn't we?"
Murphy grinned and said:
"Smuggler's Grove, Jed's gang, and now the Blood Vulture Corridor cleanup, it turns out that the two sides don't even need to put aside their grudges, as long as they have common interests, they can join hands. The best thing is, even if Sarok is brought back for King Louis
For Dar's head, all you can get is a pardon.
But it has been ten years since you were labeled as rebellious.
You are not so naive as to think that the king's order will allow you to live peacefully in your hometown, right?
The war has changed many things, and it will continue to bring changes!
This cannot be changed by your will.
Finok, your subordinates have nowhere to go, and the Transia I plan will open its arms to all homeless people.
As long as you are willing to start your new life on this land.
I know that my offer is not as attractive as King Louis and General Loren, but for today's witch hunters, it is always good to have one more choice.
Right?"
Murphy put down the lunch box and said quietly:
"Or are you more willing to trust the king who has used you as cannon fodder for the past ten years than a vampire who has opened his arms to express friendship to you?"
"Listen to what you say for yourself, Murphy, your brain may have been damaged by Tris's evil magic. Why do I have to choose one of the two wrong answers?"
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The old knight sneered and stopped talking.
Murphy also had a tacit understanding and did not ask any more questions. It was not until nearly thirty minutes later that the old knight put away his pipe and stood up to stretch his body. He said:
"Let's go and continue investigating."
Murphy stood up and put the Blade of Desire on his waist, but just as they were starting, the old knight suddenly said:
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Um?"
The vampire looked at old Finock with a question on his face.
Then I heard the old knight put on his bucket helmet and said in a quiet voice:
"Why did the Church of Avalon suddenly rebel without warning? As the state church of the Kingdom of Plantagenet, when did it make peace with the warlike madman in the Confederation of Portia, whose brain is no bigger than a walnut?
That rebellion even included the Western Sabarians from as far away as Ice Bay, and their beliefs were completely different from the Old Religion! The contradictions between the two sides were no less than the opposition between the Old Religion and the vampires.
However, they seemed to turn enemies into friends overnight.
There are too many unreasonable things hidden under the surface.
Murphy, you have to look beyond this decade of war to see what's hidden.
You think you are safe, but you are not! The hiding shadows are calling the storm, and the countless deaths that appear before our eyes are just a wisp of breeze.
war!
This ugly thing is just the tiniest part of everything that's going on.
Remember to keep these in mind, and tell Tris by the way, I think she will understand what I mean, but you must remember not to talk nonsense with a big mouth, let alone explore the truth, especially when you are still weak.
