Chapter 4 4The selected young and old men, go and create miracles
Chapter 4 4. The selected young and old men, go and create miracles quickly
In the city where rationing was implemented, Murphy found the underground black market and made some purchases. He spent a large sum of money on hand and bought a bunch of things and brought them back to the manor.
The reason why he didn't leave the money to Trish was simple.
That guy would definitely use it all to buy wine, and then rely on the vampire's long standby to fight hunger while drunk. She was very proud to say that she had been doing this for sixty years.
Murphy very much suspected that this was the main reason why Tris was so weak.
Such a beautiful girl turned out to be starving.
At this time, Tris was still resting upstairs. Murphy did not disturb the patient and put the sliced bread and some cans into the squeaky mechanical refrigerator.
If Murphy remembers correctly, the silly, big, black thing in front of him is nicknamed "Steam 800". It is said to have been invented by a halfling mechanic from Shardor in the year 800. It is a unique "steam machine" in this world.
” characteristic creation.
To be honest, Murphy can understand the principle of using steam to heat food, but what exactly is the method of using steam for refrigeration?
Of course, now is not a good time to think deeply about the fantasy physics of another world and then turn your brain into a pot of porridge.
The unlucky vampire packed his bag with enough food and some odds and ends for three days, and wrote down on a piece of paper how to prepare some of the side dishes he made. The steps were so detailed that as long as Tris didn't drink herself silly, she would be fine.
I can definitely prepare the dishes.
Finally he took out his old pocket watch and checked the time.
It's almost dusk and it's time to set off.
Behind Murphy was a dark room with the windows covered. He did not turn on the gas lamp that was older than him, but slowly walked out of the place where he had lived for a month in the darkness.
The vampires' concept of punctuality is fully revealed at this time.
When Murphy walked to the door, as the horse bell rang, a black carriage drove out of the alley across the street and stopped at the door of the manor.
It was not a luxury item, just an ordinary four-wheeled carriage used for business. There were eight dull-looking, skinny blood servants sitting in the carriage shed. Murphy frowned as he looked at it.
This is probably more appropriately called "blood slave".
At first glance, he looked like a seriously ill patient who had been kept in captivity for a long time to draw blood and become stupid. Not to mention going to war and performing tasks, if he could survive until tomorrow morning without dying in front of Murphy, it would be considered a great success.
The driver was a rather burly man with a hood covering his face. He was the only one among all the people who supported Murphy who could look at the "kind-hearted" patriarch's bodyguard.
He is in good health and tall, making him feel safe at first sight.
When he saw Murphy, the guy immediately greeted him and said:
"Salute to you, Mr. Murphy, we are the servants sent by Master Jed to support you. The armor and weapons you need have been placed in the carport. Can we set off now?"
"It turns out that the name of the personal guard is Jade."
Murphy made a mental note of the name.
Although people most likely gave him this "help" out of pity for him, help is help. Even though he is down and out, he doesn't owe any favors.
If I can come back, I must find a way to return this help.
He nodded to the driver, but instead of sitting in the cramped shed, he took out a bag containing armor and weapons.
Finally he sat down next to the driver.
The view here is good enough, and it's ventilated. If you encounter danger, you can immediately apply oil on the soles of your feet.
"Let's go."
Murphy pulled up his hood to cover his face and said something to the coachman, but the latter did not raise his whip, but whispered:
"Sir, where is your elder!"
"Um?"
Murphy turned his head in surprise and saw Tris, who had been resting just now, wearing a red cloak and standing barefoot by the garden of the dilapidated courtyard, looking at him silently as if she was saying goodbye to a wanderer.
"Hold on."
Murphy said something to the driver, jumped out of the car and walked quickly to Tris. He frowned and said:
"Why don't you wear shoes when you come out?"
"So, is this what you want to say to me most before leaving? Little Murphy."
Tris brushed her long hair and rolled her eyes.
She shook her head and stretched out her hand to help Murphy adjust the hood and mask on his face to the appropriate position. During the process of getting closer, Tris looked at him with serious eyes, and something was dancing in her scarlet eyes.
A light that felt strange to Murphy.
She patted Murphy's heart and whispered:
"If you leave, don't come back! Take this opportunity to leave Cadman City and completely break away from the blood vulture's territory!
Whether it is to go to the Nordtof Kingdom in the north to defect to the Thorn Clan, or to go south through the Dark Mountains to the Misty Coast to join the Blood Terror Fleet, or even to look for the Blood Alliance knights who are patrolling around the Dark Mountains.
No matter where you go, it's better than staying here! Of course, remember to avoid the Wolfsbane clan's thugs and gangsters.
After you pass, find the clan leaders or elders of those clans and tell them my name.
I'll only say it once!
My full name is Tracey Cavendina Jia Lorraine Lesembra.
Although I am just a useless person who is ignored and forgotten in Cadman City and is declared dead, I still have some reputation among other clans. If those old men and women of my generation are not dead yet, then they will
Accept you.
Little Murphy, listen to me carefully!
The Blood Eagle Clan is hopeless.
We have violated the 'Code of Refuge' that all vampires have to abide by since the Holy Blood Patrol. We walked from the shadows into the sunshine and openly triggered a confrontation between civilization and the kingdom. Even the most tolerant knights of the blood alliance did not
Will take care of us again.
This is only the least of all the sins we commit.
Let's go, little Murphy.
Ignore that order which simply tells you to die."
These words were not at all like what the cripple king who was drunk all day long could say, and it really surprised Murphy. He looked at Tris in astonishment.
The latter shook his head to signal him to stop talking, and then turned around and left without hesitation.
Murphy was not given any chance to ask further questions.
Murphy savored the advice.
He watched Tris return to the main house, then turned around and got on the carriage, and soon disappeared on the deserted street in the evening amidst the ringing of the horse bell.
He could feel the eyes on him from behind.
He knew that Tris must be watching him leave on the balcony, and at this moment, Murphy actually felt a sense of reluctance in his heart.
Although I have only lived here for a month, this experience is still fresh in my memory. After all, I have lived in another world for more than thirty years. When did I suffer all kinds of foreign crimes?
But the reluctance is real.
Ms. Tris is really a quite unique person, and this final warning seems to cast an even more mysterious color on her, which makes Murphy have to think about it. But... let's go?
What a joke!
He would not leave in such a dejected manner!
Even if he wants to escape, he must take Tris with him. Although he is in a different world, Murphy does not owe favors!
At this time, on the balcony of the main house, Cuisi, standing in the shadows in the evening light, narrowed her charming eyes, and her pale fingers wrapped in a handkerchief clenched into fists under the cover of the cloak.
In the dilapidated courtyard where only one person was left, she gritted her teeth and whispered:
"Is it really necessary to go to this extent? Salokdar! Isn't it enough to deliberately give this child the wrong summoning ritual and almost kill him? You actually want him to save a life before sending him to death.
You really don't allow me to have anyone close to you, right? Dirty old dog, you're afraid that I'll reveal your dirty secrets.
But you have already violated the taboo!
I'm not going anywhere, Sarokdar, I'm staying here! I'm staying in the doghouse where you kept me, and I will watch you and your family fall with my own eyes.
Ah.
It’s not too far.”
When Murphy's carriage disappeared from Tris' night perception, she turned around and dragged her coughing body back to the dim room. At a glance, she saw the paper Murphy left on the table and the "cooking guide" with detailed steps.
”.
The weird font made Tris shake her head.
She remembered that when she picked up the child on a snowy night more than a year ago, his handwriting was not so difficult to read.
Alas, such a handsome boy has made trouble for himself.
Tris, Tris, you are such a sinful woman.
She laughed at herself when she opened the rattling steam refrigerator and saw that it was filled with bread and half-finished vegetables. The child probably bought so much food because he was afraid that she would starve to death.
This boring and warm worry made Tris roll her eyes again, but in the next moment, an indescribable strong feeling of loneliness surrounded her.
She could have endured this!
Just like he has been acting lonely and crazy for more than a hundred years.
She really can!
She is determined enough and not a 500-year-old coward!
The premise that she could do all this is if she hadn't been dependent on each other for more than a year.
"Alas, in the end, I was still alone."
A long sigh.
Disappear in the shadows.
——
When Murphy was riding a carriage carrying eight walking corpses and leaving Cadman City to die under the stars, the same "big adventure" was also happening in another world.
Five conjugated fathers and sons in the senior dormitory of a certain university were gathered together, watching "Gebao" holding a screwdriver and preparing to remove the black, rather high-tech, round helmet in front of him.
"Gebao" is "Leading Pigeon", one of the two young players who just participated in the first round of testing of the "Real World" game.
That’s right!
It was the short, nasty guy who tried to take off his pants in front of Murphy and was stopped.
"Damn, how do you do this?"
The senior student who has reached the status of "department president" at a young age and has an unlimited future looks at the screwdriver in his hand and then at the "game helmet" in the other hand.
He pouted and said:
"There's not even a screw hole, do you really have to break this thing open with a stick?"
"Tch, if you can't bear to dismantle it, don't install it!"
The six brothers in the dormitory have lived together for four years. How could they not see Ge Bao's true thoughts? They joked:
"Everyone understands the feeling of finally getting something that looks awesome. My dear son, my parents don't have any objection to you playing with a motorcycle helmet, just don't brag that you played a realistic game.
We guys filled out that weird game testing application at the same time, right?
Why are you the only one who got this thing?"
The fat boy wearing glasses snorted, pushed up his glasses in a "drum washing machine" manner, and said in a see-through tone:
"So, this is a prank that you directed and performed, right? I just said that the application interface is so crude. It really has such mature virtual reality technology, but it turns out that you can't even make a web page?"
"Fuck! Everything I said is true!"
Ge Bao couldn't stand the constant ridicule for a while. He hugged his beloved black gaming helmet and shouted:
"If this is false, I will be poked by you tonight without saying a word!"
"???"
The other five brothers stared at each other, and then they took a step away from the angry Pigeon Bao with a tacit understanding. Another brother whispered in a scared voice:
"Don't be like this, Ge Bao. People usually say things like sticking out people as a joke. Don't take it seriously. Of course, of course, we don't discriminate against sexual minorities.
If you don't wear long johns on your back, then we will all still be brothers."
"The traitor!"
Long Yan, the popular head of the house, was furious. Amidst the laughter of the traitors, he grabbed the broomstick at hand and swung it, shouting:
"I'll beat you bunch of idiots to death"
"From dormitory 2149! There is your express delivery! Come down and get it!"
Before Ge Bao finished sending the message, his cell phone rang. When he opened it, he heard the voice of the courier boy, who was still joking:
"Do college students from prestigious universities now buy motorcycle helmets in groups? What discounts do they get if they buy five at a time?"
"Hey! Hit!"
Ge Bao immediately grinned, hung up the phone coquettishly, and directed his good sons to go down and pick up the express delivery.
A few minutes later, the six brothers in the dormitory all looked at the black helmets of the same style in their hands. The fat boy wearing glasses swallowed and touched the helmet with a strange frosted texture.
He whispered:
"Damn, this is real, why am I a little scared? Ge Bao, tell me the truth, is that game really that awesome?"
"Nonsense, I've tried it. I just want to say one thing. You can take off your pants in that game! How awesome do you think it is?"
"666! Let's go up and give it a try and see if we can guide it in the game."
"Fuck, this is so perverted! Someone call the police!"
"Ahem, that's wrong. Why does it say 'test time to be determined'? Isn't there a forum or something? And this thing doesn't have a label or anything."
"Yes! Inside the helmet, if you look carefully, it's called Alpha Company. Don't tell me, the name and icon are quite foreign."
While the buddies in the dormitory were making noise, in another city thousands of miles away in the same country, two middle-aged men who were drunk in a spacious office stared wide-eyed at the black helmets that had just been taken out of the express box.
The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
"That webpage with a weird domain name? It's the one that Lao Yang forwarded to test the game a few days ago? Isn't that webpage 404?"
One person touched his helmet and asked, while the other person raised his head and drank a drink, waving his hands with a gloomy look on his face and said:
"Never mind it, you can play if you can, but you can't pull me down. MD, it's really unpleasant to hand over the factory that I have worked hard for half my life to. I am rich, but I just don't feel comfortable!
Blanch!
I will spend the rest of my life just eating and waiting to die.
I just heard Lao Yang call and say that he went in and tried it out. He said that this game is awesome and asked us to add him as a friend. He called it Meow Meow or something like that. He also said that this game is just like the real thing.
It would be better if it were really real
How about raising fish here?
Come.
I’ll punish myself first, and then we two will take another one.”
On the other side of the ocean, in an apartment for international students, a long-haired girl who had just finished her thesis and was exhausted was rubbing her head and looking at the black helmet taken out of the box in front of her with a blank expression.
She rubbed her eyes and screamed:
"Did I buy something weird again? This month's subsidy has almost been spent. What will happen if this continues? Will this thing still shine?
It's quite comfortable to wear, and it looks like it's custom-made.
