Chapter 408 407 As long as morality is willing to decline, solutions are better than difficulties
Chapter 408 407. As long as morality is willing to slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties.
Murphy would be confused.
He was fencing with Necessary Evil when a message suddenly popped up on the character card in front of him: "Human Subspecies: Mountain Folk Template Information Acquisition +50", which almost caused him to be chopped off by Necessary Evil with his sword.
Die where you stand.
But fortunately, Mr. Murphy is already an out-and-out master of swordsmanship. He used a light and dark step to dodge and then followed up with a wolf's kiss of swordsmanship and a beast counterattack to repel the necessary evil without leaving any mark on his neck.
The next ugly scar.
"stop!"
He reached out and gestured to the necessary evil that was about to take action.
The magic sword immediately floated in the air. Although he was a deaf-blind man who couldn't speak, it was obvious that this guy's "meaning was still unfinished".
Speaking of which, when Murphy first asked Necessary Evil to practice with him, the perverse guy was obviously unwilling. Perhaps it saw no sense of achievement in bullying Murphy, a novice.
However, as the vampire lord's swordsmanship level became higher and higher, and even after he gained self-understanding, Necessary Evil also found new "fun" in daily practice.
Hey, fencing is really interesting when you play with people of similar skill level. After all, who is a real man who would bully the weak?
Is it okay to just do Gundam directly?
Murphy sheathed the cane sword that he had already used very smoothly, and checked the prompt again.
Ever since he unlocked the function of collecting racial templates, he had been confused in this regard. It was not until this prompt appeared that Murphy seemed to have learned how to correctly collect template information of various races.
He read the text description carefully and found that it was Brother Bang and the others who successfully transferred to the Hussars and obtained the war blessing of Avalon and became the descendants of the mountain people, which gave him the reminder to collect racial information.
In other words, as long as your players actively come into contact with foreign races, can your collection of information templates automatically advance?
"Hey, interesting."
Murphy rubbed his chin.
He felt that he might be able to try something he had always wanted to try.
So he waved, letting Necessary Evil hang obediently on his waist, and walked slowly to Tris's office with his hands behind his back. He knocked on the door and got permission before walking in.
As expected, Tris, the "big house girl", was huddled in a chair, covered with a blanket, holding a calculation orb, having fun there.
Murphy took a closer look and found that Cuisi was checking the cross talk show uploaded by a greedy party in the "Entertainment Area" section of the forum. The tongue-splitting lotus of the Jinmenmen with a weird accent made Cuisi smile again and again.
for a while.
"That's all right. Do you understand the art of cross talk?"
Murphy joked:
"You are really becoming more and more like an alien, my dear Grand Duke Tris."
"Hey, if you have nothing to do, don't disturb my rest."
Tris rolled her eyes, paused the playback skillfully and turned to look at Murphy, saying very impatiently:
"What's the matter?"
"Okay, business."
Murphy stretched out his hand to straighten Tris' hair that was a little messy due to staying up all day doing experiments. He said softly:
"Regarding the project you have been trying, the possibility of allowing my warriors to modify the appearance of psychic projections, you have also discovered that many voices on the forum are urging the development team to open 'face pinching' as soon as possible.
'Function.
Obviously, my warriors do not intend to start their adventure in Transia as humans, they want to try more possibilities."
"no point."
Tris snorted, wrapped herself in a blanket and huddled up, she curled her lips and said:
"It's not difficult to modify just the appearance, but their projections are internally arranged according to complex logic. Let me give you an example. You can shape your warriors into moon elves, but their "racial talent" is still human.
This kind of modification that can only be made on the surface is just a piece of cake for me.
But if your warriors really want to start adventures with other identities, then we still have a lot of work to do in this area."
"Um."
Murphy nodded.
He glanced at the row of racial information on his racial template collection interface, and finally stopped at the Shadow Elf column.
Because Adele is his heir, the value in the Shadow Elf column is currently the highest 30%. Murphy feels that if he can get some help from Adele, this value may be improved to even higher.
It is best to reach 50%
In this way, when Tris starts the "race conversion" experiment, the success rate of assisting her is half and half, 50% one time, and 200% after a few more attempts?
Pretty simple elementary school math, right?
"Give it a try."
Murphy said to Tris:
"I will try to get some information about the shadow elves' bloodline from Adele. I don't know how to do it yet, but I will try. Adele will also cooperate with me, and I will inform you when I am ready.
of."
"oh?"
Tris's expression immediately became subtle.
Her seductive eyes blinked, and she spoke to Murphy in a long voice:
"So, are you, this handsome evil vampire, finally going to attack poor sister E? I think you can't help but know that because of the blood contract, Adele's feelings for you are unusual.
Although she didn't show it.
But based on how you, the little guy, relied on me before, we know that as long as you give an order, Adele will definitely meet all your needs with a happy serving mood."
"Don't say it so obscenely! I'm not that kind of person."
Murphy shook his head and explained:
"I have given the source blood to Adele."
"But she didn't use it, did she?"
Tris snorted, restarted the playback of the Calculation Orb, and said while watching the delightful performance:
"I admit that this kind of forced relationship is not beautiful and even disgusting, but if this is Adele's own choice, then I think it is very unfair to her that you keep pretending not to notice.
You know, an unanswered call can turn into something quite terrifying, not to mention that we are vampires, and we endure the temptation of the abyss all the time.
If you don't want Adele to degenerate into a monster, you have to find a way to solve this problem.
Either force her to drink the source blood, or respond to her expectations!
There is no third option."
"Headache!"
Murphy rubbed his eyes and asked:
"How do other vampire elders deal with this kind of problem? For example, Sarokdar and you."
"It is impossible for other vampire children to have such delicate feelings for their elders, except for some perverts who like pain and torture and crazily pursue this experience. Murphy, you still don't understand the difference between you and normal vampires."
Tris sighed and said:
"Which vampire elder would treat his children as tenderly as you? You are so gentle that you only charge a small amount of necessary exploitation such as blood tax. Do you know what other vampires would do?
When Adele signs a contract with them, at least one-third of her power will be taken away, and this level of exploitation can be called 'mercy' in our society.
Salokdar's attitude towards me is unimaginable to you, Murphy. For a while, I felt like I really lived like a slave suffering in the darkness.
However, have you ever ordered Maxim or Adele to do something they didn't want to do?
From the perspective of an orthodox vampire, your management of your offspring can be described as indulgent.
You didn't even whip them, which resulted in the two heirs, including Maxim, being 'rude' towards you. At least in the eyes of other vampires, they lacked the necessary respect.
Wow, so gentle.
I estimate that Adele's love for you has grown secretly, not only because of the forced temptation of the blood contract, but also because of your gentleness.
You know she was rarely treated with such tenderness in the first half of her life.
The same goes for Maxim.
It’s just that Mark regards loyalty as the supreme honor, while Adele wants more than loyalty.”
At this point, Tris glanced at Murphy and whispered:
"If you don't know what to do, I advise you to treat her the way I treat you. I am actually not against sharing the same lover with another vampire. Our race has always been very open-minded in this regard.
This is why many vampires can 'play' with shadow elves.
Of course, the premise of this kind of sharing is that she can reassure me and make me respect her."
"I reject!"
Murphy shook his head and said:
“I don’t have enough feelings that I can share with two people and still feel at ease.”
"This is not a matter of your personal will, Murphy."
Tris shook her head and said:
"You are just a new vampire, and you still see everything from a human perspective, but when you live to be 100 years old and still young, you will realize that human moral constraints are meaningless to you.
And when you celebrate your 200th birthday, the midnight loneliness in your heart will drive you to find the spiritual strength that can support you through eternity.
When you are 300 years old, when you are alone in this world, you will realize that of all the things you need to maintain your existence in eternal damnation, feelings are just the cheapest kind.
When you are 400 years old, you believe me!
By that time, you will be glad that you have not only me but also Adele by your side.
Two spiritual pillars are enough to get you through the first 500 years of eternal life, but when you reach 600 years old, you will find that even two are not enough to fill your heart.
Murphy, time is never kind to anyone.
The way it punishes us immortal species is completely different from the way it punishes humans. However, punishment is punishment after all. If you don’t want to turn into an inhuman stone under the ruthless erosion of time, you must learn to find some fun for yourself all the time.
.
Sometimes, a little indulgence isn't a bad thing."
"This is the first time I have seen a lunatic who actively persuades his husband to find other women."
Murphy complained:
"Why do I feel like you're telling me the funeral arrangements? Are you afraid that I will go crazy after you leave suddenly, so you arrange things between me and Adele in advance?"
He squinted his eyes, squatted in front of Tris, looked at those dodgey and charming eyes, and said seriously:
"Tris, let me ask you again, are you hiding something from me?"
"No, at least not now."
Tris whispered:
"Murphy, we all are haunted by the past, and I promise you that when I need to tell you that, I won't hold anything back. But you have enough trouble to think about. So let me fulfill it.
The responsibilities of your elders should not put any more pressure on you.
I am the Scarlet Witch and I can handle my own troubles.
You go get Adele!
This is an order and also a kind of protection."
"Um."
Murphy nodded.
But judging from his expression, he obviously didn't agree with Tris's damn theory about eternity of time and the companionship of loneliness.
As I said, he is a very conservative man.
But soon, Murphy noticed something strange. He reached out and held the blanket wrapped around Tris, and whispered:
"Why do you keep covering it? Do you feel cold? You shouldn't. How could a vampire do that?"
He took off the blanket, was stunned for a moment, and then quickly covered it again.
As Tris laughed teasingly, Murphy took a step back, coughed, and said:
"You're in the office! You crazy witch, what are these conditions? Why are you still sleeping naked?"
"Nonsense! Don't you know what time it is now?"
Tris rolled her cute eyes, stretched her body, and said:
"I'm a normal vampire. I have to sleep during the day, otherwise I'll get wrinkles. Everyone is a freak like you who doesn't sleep during the day.
Go, go, don't disturb me, my research will soon be fruitful.
Let’s have a good celebration when the time comes.”
"Well, I suddenly thought that it would be a good choice to try daytime hibernation occasionally."
Murphy winked, took off his coat, and squeezed together with Tris under her disgusted gaze.
He hugged the perfect cold body in his arms but did not take any further action. He let Tris curl up in his arms and hug his neck and quickly fell asleep.
The moment Tris's snoring sounded, Murphy narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers lightly. His psychic hand shaped and quietly opened Tris' drawer under his control.
He wanted to see what Tris was hiding, but before the psychic hand could make any further movements, Tris's hand was placed on Murphy's wrist.
As the psionic master's silence spell was applied, the newly formed psionic hand quietly dissipated.
"Murphy."
Tris whispered in Murphy's ear in her sleep:
"Only good children will be rewarded."
Murphy was silent for a moment.
He reached out and hugged Cuisi's body tighter, then lowered his head and kissed the white forehead of the Blood Vulture Archduke, and said:
"Go to sleep, I'm here, I won't let anyone else hurt you again, never, even if it's some damn evil god."
Tris's body trembled.
She finally confirmed that Murphy already knew about the troubles related to her that she wanted to hide, but she didn't want to ask about them at this moment.
She just wanted to lie here and have a good sleep.
Let Dusk and "Yuan" go to hell, the so-called road to god they promised has no appeal to me anymore.
Everything I want for the rest of my life is right here——
"Damn it! After all this, you still say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"
In the afternoon of that day, Happy Stick, his brothers, and Little Rich Brother all rushed to the temporary residence of the Big Bird Roaning Group and heard the truth about the matter from Brother Miao Miao.
The righteous and naive little rich man jumped his feet angrily and scolded:
"Even if there are really awesome things in that tomb, you guys don't have to do such a thing! You will be punished by God for doing such a thing!"
"Oh, don't worry, I already told you, this matter really has nothing to do with us."
Brother Miao Miao waved his hands and persuaded:
"We did have this terrible plan originally, but after discussing it with Ms. Dorothy, an 'industry veteran,' she firmly told us that it couldn't be done because the mountain people also have eyes and ears locally. Given the current situation in Scarlet Fort,
We couldn't hide it at all, so we stopped thinking about it and never thought about it again.
But who knows, after the cunning Blood Rat Gang boss persuaded us not to do it, they ran off to do it themselves.
The gossip who caused these things said that he was just drunk and had a discussion in the tavern. As a result, the news that "there are good things in Count Xico's mausoleum and that the mausoleum has collapsed" was released, and then spread to the group of people.
The Yankee merchants who have been enjoying themselves in Booty Cove recently have attracted Yankee grave robbers."
The old Biao Xiaoshou, who looked unhappy next to him, also complained:
"We admit that we were the first to come up with this unfortunate idea, but the subsequent development really had nothing to do with us. Mrs. Dorothy had already pulled out the guy's tongue and banished him to the mine.
But the problem is that now the big mistake has been made.
You see, we brothers are now carrying the negative status of 'Avalon's Rebuke'. Obviously, the Avalon boss feels that things have developed to this point because we had a bad idea in the first place.
In short, we must quickly capture that group of audacious tomb robbers, otherwise this divine punishment of reduced status will become more and more serious.
All attributes are now reduced by 10%!
Avalon boss really doesn’t have sand in his eyes.”
"You deserve it!"
Brother Bang sat cross-legged next to him and complained:
"Just tell me, you discussed with Ms. Dorothy before about releasing the news in the tavern. Was this intentional? Or was it accidental?"
The more honest San Wu Dou and Jie Chong looked at each other, lowered their heads in shame, and whispered:
"It was intentional and careless, but no one wants to see things develop like this. Who knows how dare these NPCs do it! Let's not talk about it now, Yan Sang has already locked the whereabouts of the group of tomb robbers.
They were hiding in the nearby mountains and were planning to cross the city of Batacin disguised as a Yankee caravan.
We also know that they are from the Kavhoka area and are members of a mafia family called Snegov. They should be professional in this business, otherwise they will not be able to deal with the institutions in the count's mausoleum."
Brother Miao Miao nodded and said:
"Yes, I have also consulted 'professionals' specifically, and Yaya told me that those mechanisms are definitely not something that ordinary people can handle overnight. This group of people is obviously well prepared! Maybe they have been targeting Count Xico for a long time.
mausoleum, and then took the opportunity to make us take the blame.
What a fucking thief!
Kill them tonight in the name of Avalon boss! Execute the justice of nature!"
