Chapter 1039 1037 Little Granny Bach, let me tell you good news,
Chapter 1039 Little Granny Bach, let me tell you the good news. Your father lived and then died.
Looking at the short-man marshal who was stuffed with a handkerchief and "escorted" out of the conference room by a group of earth priests, Murphy waved goodbye to him with a gentle smile. Of course, what he got was Loren's glare.
.
The information floating in those angry eyes at this moment could fill a paper of several thousand words to describe the complex mood in Marshal Short Man's heart at this moment.
Yes, this is a trap for him!
Loren has been running away from marriage for more than a day or two. This guy may be suffering from some kind of incurable "marriage phobia". According to old man Ofger's previous complaints, the short-term marshal has always claimed that he puts his career first and insists on
His childhood sweetheart cousin has been aged from 60 to 68. Although this is just adulthood among dwarves, dwarves only have their own cultural characteristics.
The marriage contract between the two people had been settled a long time ago. It was a marriage contract between King Louis and Lord Silver as the "elders" of both parties. To put it more formally, this thing fell into the category of "political marriage".
Marshal Loren is half human and has been growing up in the human world. He has also become the marshal of the Plantagenet Kingdom. He has sufficiently represented the majesty of the Plantagenet Kingdom. It is not outrageous for King Louis to take action to arrange a political marriage.
And Murphy only played a small and insignificant role in it.
"Notify the Batasin Chamber of Commerce to speed up attracting immigrants from the Cato area while Loren is being kidnapped for marriage!"
Murphy turned around and told Adele:
"I have sent the letter to Grand Duke Wolfsbane. The Wolfsbane clan will use their power in the gray area to cooperate with our actions. This window period will not be too long. I estimate that Loren will return in one and a half months at most.
Dorod Fortress, in order to complete the transfer of stowaways during this period, the more people, the better.
Time is tight and tasks are heavy.
Therefore, when necessary, Kudel will also mobilize the strength of the Maginot Line to assist in this operation."
"But General Soros will also stop our actions if he is sitting in Dorod Fortress. That general is not a good person. He can completely understand that our behavior is digging up the roots of the gorse."
Adele said softly:
"Do you want to cause another accident? Anyway, the evil creatures of chaos are running around the battlefield now, and it is highly likely that a brave commander like General Soros will encounter an accident."
"No need."
Murphy waved his hand and said:
"The Dagon fishmen's nearest target after emerging from Lake Sulpus is Dorod Fortress. General Soros is busy with defense and has no time to deal with the casualties of the vanguard. He doesn't have that much time to focus on people's livelihood.
The Capet family gave Marshal Loren face because the marshal represented the majesty of King Louis. The members of the royal party were self-contained in this regard and were quite united internally. However, General Soros was not as good at rank. He was a pure soldier.
There is nothing to be had in the Cape family's territory.
Therefore, next, the attitude of Count Lyon, the black-footed fox, is crucial.
With his cooperation, we can truly have enough food this time."
"Well, is this another reason why you used precious symbiotic crystals to save Brigadier General Fraser?"
Adele said:
"You want the Capetians to turn a blind eye?"
"No, I want them to actively participate in this matter."
Murphy shook his head and said:
"Transia's finances have always been very tight. Miriam's hair is almost falling out trying to make money. We have never had a mature profitable industry, and the sideline casino business cannot be sustained for a long time. But the Cape family is very good in this regard.
Strong financial resources.
Alas, I’m not good at politics and I can’t be ruthless, otherwise wouldn’t everything be solved by directly promoting the marriage between Miriam and Fraser?”
"You wouldn't do that."
Sister E curled her lips and said:
"If you really do that, you will have to welcome the pure love iron fist from the players."
"You are the only one who talks a lot!"
Murphy turned around and patted Adele's face, which was always very serious but was actually very fragile, and said:
"Okay, just leave these troublesome things to Miriam. She is getting more and more handy now. As a puppet governor, I have to use my energy in areas that are more suitable for me. There is still time before the Pharaoh's birthday banquet.
There are almost forty days, and it’s time to start preparing now.
I leave this matter to you.
You will accompany us as an adjutant and try to develop the power of the Shadow Intelligence Agency into the place of origin, which will become a very important 'strategic partner' of Transia in the future."
"Well, I will come up with a plan as soon as possible."
Sister E nodded and took the opportunity when no one was around to peck the corner of Master Murphy's mouth.
Speaking of which, although Tris does not object to her intimate contact with Murphy, for both Adele and Murphy, this kind of private intimacy always has a sense of taboo of "infidelity".
Murphy discovered that Adele may have been working in intelligence for a long time and was a little addicted to this kind of taboo contact. Although she could hold hands openly, she always liked to touch her in these private situations.
Of course, Murphy doesn't hate this kind of relationship.
Men have such a mean mentality. How can eating in big mouths be as exciting as eating secretly?
And just when the two of them were entangled on the sofa in the conference room and almost had a gunshot, there was a sudden knock on the door, which startled Adele, who was making a little kitten sound, and immediately stood up from Murphy's arms and spoke again.
He quickly put on his mostly exposed top and jumped into Murphy's shadow with a whoosh.
This familiar series of "caught raped" reactions made Murphy helplessly stand up, took out a handkerchief and wiped the lipstick marks on his neck, and went to open the door, only to find Bonnie staring at him outside the door with a look of death.
"Little Ms. Bach is here and she asks to see you."
The loyal Grand Duke's bodyguard moved his nose and said businesslikely:
"Urgent military information has also been sent from the direction of the Maginot Line. It is said that a large number of murlocs are harassing the Bloodclaw clan's smuggler's forest. There are also murlocs in the waters of the Undermar Hills inland of Transia.
Their tracks are approaching Stromgarde's harbor."
"The fish people are quite fast."
Murphy complained:
"He is indeed a bastard who lays thousands of fish eggs in a litter. If this is not suppressed, the people of Transia will have to live a good life of eating, sleeping and fishing."
Bonnie didn't answer.
She knew that her mind was not normal, and she never participated in these complex topics. At this time, the blood vulture girl was performing her duties as the "Eye of the Grand Duke", and her eyes that had been modified and strengthened were distinguishing between ink and ink.
Some details about Fei and in the conference room.
After noticing the faint water stains on the sofa, Bonnie's anger soared and she decided to block Adele's naughty fox now and give her a good beating!
Murphy had nothing to do with this.
This was a battle between ladies at midnight, and the rash intervention of a man like him could easily lead to an iron fist attack.
However, considering that Adele's strength is steadily improving and she is an assassin who is good at hiding, it is still very difficult for Bonnie to stop her.
Murphy left the conference room and rushed to the upper level of the airship. He soon found Grandma Bach in the small bar of the crew cabin, who was sitting on the bar making cocktails for herself. The psychic master who had met once before would look very lonely.
, there was no one around, only the jumping mechanical parrot accompanying her.
Considering that Murphy had seen the destructive power of Master Minx's "Squirrel Warrior" before, he could conclude that Bach's silly-looking mechanical parrot probably also belongs to the advanced level of steam engineering.
One of the creations, that is to say, this thing can transform into a mechanical warrior with blades all over its body at any time, and cut into beef sashimi all the idiots who approach Little Bach Granny rashly.
Wow, these halflings are really crazy.
They obviously call themselves "pacifists", but look at how insanely powerful they are when they use it to protect themselves!
"Come and have a drink, Mr. Murphy."
Little Bach sat on a chair and waved to Murphy. As he approached, he heard Little Bach whisper:
"I already know what happened in Port Shardeau from Brother Feilun and Brother Minx. My father is really..."
"Yes, your father, who has been dead for two hundred years, is alive again. It is really good news that is frightening, warm, and frightening."
Murphy pulled up a chair and sat on it, took the cocktail from Bach, blinked and said:
"But look on the bright side, you're no longer alone."
"I'd rather he just died."
When the young Bach opened his mouth, he acted in a pure "filial daughter" style.
She stirred the ice cubes in the drink in front of her with a straw, and her eyes seemed to have lost focus. Amidst the sound of the ice cubes colliding with the drink, she said:
"I was also seduced by the Twilight Cult before joining Lord Sim's Purist Faction. They used the knowledge of the Creator and the forbidden knowledge as bait as a way to provoke the truth-seeking nature of the halflings.
They almost succeeded.
If I had not experienced the crazy years before my father died of old age, I would have been tempted.
In fact, this was also the reason why I left Port Shardau for the human world. Unlike Feilun and Minx, I always had a strange intuition in my heart that told me that my father's story did not end with his death.
That may have been a psionicist's instinctive premonition, but two hundred years later, my bad premonition came true.
My father is not simply crazy
He has gone too far on a terrible road. The wiser he used to be, the more confused he seems now.
How rude!
It's so rude, like a drunk madman peeing under a telephone pole and claiming that he is deconstructing the truth of the world.
'scholar'?
Haha, bah!
Under such crazy behavior, how can there be any trace of being a scholar?
But do you know what is the saddest thing? Murphy, he is sober, and the wisdom he is proud of has not left him, which means that he cannot even use madness as a reason to explain his various actions today.
.”
Little Bach grabbed the cup, drank the wine in one gulp, and then slapped the cup in her hand on the bar with a comfortable breath. She wiped her mouth, looked at Murphy, and said:
"You have a small group that carries out various obstruction and hunting operations against Dusk. My friend Lina is working in it now, right? Is there still a shortage of people?"
"If you want to join my secret little group, of course I welcome you with both hands."
Murphy took a sip of the cocktail and found that it tasted very good.
Little Granny Bach is indeed a versatile halfling master. With her bartending skills, even if she doesn't become a psychic master in the future, she can still find a guest spot as an outstanding world-weary bartender in any bar.
He sat on a chair with a relaxed posture and said to Bach:
"But the faction my small group is currently targeting is the 'Source', and there are no plans to start a war with the Scholars faction in the near future. If you really want to resolve the dispute between you and your father, maybe you should go and join Minx and Flywheel
there.
I believe they both will never give up.
The former ‘Port Chardeau Genius F3’ reunites, and I think there will definitely be different sparks.”
"Those two guys can only plan and think. When it comes to action, they are far behind you. I'm really annoyed right now, Handsome Murphy. I just want to smash something to vent my anger, so joining you is the right thing to do."
A more suitable choice.”
Little Granny Bach shook her head and said:
"Whether it's a source or a scholar, if it's trash that must be cleaned up, then it doesn't matter which head to start with.
But there is one more thing I came to bother you with today, a very important thing.
You have overlooked a very important link, Murphy. I talked with Princess Chuchut from the Aztec Kingdom before. I sorted out the timeline and found that the dusk harassment of the Aztecs was related to the halflings.
The time when the Explorers Guild landed in the New World is quite consistent.
In other words, the Explorers Guild, which has been operating on the mainland in a harmless manner, is very likely to be inextricably linked to the Twilight Organization.
To put it more seriously, Dusk's invasion and war on the New World was probably secretly promoted through the Explorers Guild.
I happen to have a good personal relationship with Uncle Sherlock, the honorary elder of the Explorers Guild, so if you need anything,
"Of course we need it, mother-in-law."
Murphy raised his eyebrows and said:
"Actually, I haven't discovered the Explorers Guild's suspicion in these matters before. I have a stalker who is engaged in the black market business under my command. Her name is Dorothy. She was a formal member of the Explorers Guild. Because she was involved in the attack on Antani.
During the investigation of the elven ruins, he accidentally discovered that the old religious knights had desecrated the ruins of Avalon, resulting in him being hunted for most of the continent.
She had told me that there were some investigation plans within the Explorers Guild that seemed strange at all levels, but I was short of manpower at the time and had no way to follow this line of inquiry.
Right now, my warriors are ambitiously hoping to start their travels across the continent in the name of adventurers. Having a name in the Explorers Guild will make their travels easier. I just need an introducer.
I couldn't be more pleased to welcome you to this position.
My warriors can also be your best assistants in tracking the Explorers Guild line, but you need to learn the skills of dealing with my warriors.
Speaking of which, we plan to go to the Land of Origin next. Do you have similar plans?
I can arrange for you to be a master explorer in the next version, so that you can better integrate into the group of warriors."
"The Ring Tower was reborn from the ashes and was about to re-establish its credibility. Master Sim has been considering whether to participate in the birthday banquet of the Pharaoh of the Songhai Empire."
Little Granny Bach shrugged and said:
"I originally had no interest in this matter, but now it seems that I should probably strive for the identity of the envoy and representative, but are you sure that you can catch the tail of dusk in the place of origin? You know, I am really full of evil now.
fire"
"I am sure!"
Murphy raised the cocktail glass in his hand, toasted to Granny Bach and said:
"At dusk, all the remnants of the Creator are pursued like a hungry dog for bones. If they don't have some plan in the place of origin, I can take my head off and play it as a ball for you.
We also plan to go to the Castile Peninsula after the incident in the Land of Origin is over to completely eliminate the Witch Cult, so if you are lucky, you can eliminate two scourges at once, or even more."
"Then wish us success in this battle."
Little Bach also raised his glass and clinked it with Murphy.
So the agreement was happily reached, and one more person was added to Murphy's anti-twilight group.
"When returning from the Castile Peninsula, I suggest you take a trip to the White Cliffs."
Little Granny Bach got over her alcohol addiction and picked up her mechanical staff to leave. She said to Murphy with a slight odor of alcohol:
"I learned from Lord Sim's previous transmission that the 'Grand Dean' suddenly shut down. He was repairing the thing and found some very unique relics left by the Creator in it."
"Lord Sim, please don't touch that thing."
Murphy knocked on the table and said:
"If you can't dismantle it, just seal it in place. It's my thing and I will get it. In addition, please tell Sir Sim not to leave too many people in White Cliff recently."
"Um?"
Little Bach asked in surprise:
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean, if Dusk plans to steal my things again, I will definitely reward them with a God's Scepter for a taste. Now that I think about it, maybe it would be more appropriate to use this thing to set a trap for them."
Murphy rubbed his chin and said:
"Should we let this news out? When they come over like dogs smelling bones, give them a hard blow? If we are lucky, we might be able to catch all the dusk bosses, although I don't
I thought something beautiful like this would happen to me.
But there’s nothing wrong with giving it a try, right?”
