Cadman City is as peaceful as ever, and although the clouds of war are near, the people who have long been accustomed to rationing are still in a stable mood considering that the hell war has been fought for almost a decade.

What else can I do if I am unstable?

Rebellion?

The vampire lords in the city have been waiting for them to do this for a long time, didn't they expect? Those bastards who physically knocked out the bones and sucked the marrow are sad that they are not getting good cannon fodder to send to the front now, so the smart people naturally can't go along with their wishes.

"Look, that poor acid vampire is here again!"

"Shhhh

"What are you afraid of? I heard from my neighbor's second cousin's third cousin, the eldest aunt next door who worked as a cook's helper in the city hall, that this kid and his elder were both famous 'blood vulture wasters', and that they were just one step away from being kicked out of the family, so what could he do when he heard that?

The vampires themselves don't want to see him, so do we poor bullied people still have to give him a good face? ”

"That's it! The dignified vampires came to rob us civilians for relief, shameless, the servants of the down-and-out knight lord who fled from East Prus came to receive relief food, and they knew to cover their faces! How is it like him, he is very arrogant, and he has lost his life! ”

"But don't say it, this kid is very handsome..."

"Nonsense, can you be favored by 'Tracey who sees money'? I heard that this kid used to be a little white face who fascinated thousands of girls... Uh, he's seen it, quick!

Smile! ”

As Murphy in the crowd turned his head, the whispering crowd immediately gave a wonderful, flattering smile as if they were changing faces.

Just as respectful and hypocritical as they had seen the other members of the Blood Vulture Clan.

"Good morning, gossip boring writers!"

Murphy also gave them an impeccable perfect smile back, greeting them in his "hometown dialect" by the way.

Although the other party nodded and bowed in return, it looked very relieved, but it was actually quite boring to bully these otherworldly inmates who didn't know foreign languages.

The main thing is that no matter how fun the game is, after playing it for a month, Murphy is also a little numb.

But his shawl, black hair and black and white eyes that seemed to be able to speak, as well as the neutral faces, the eyes of the big girls and little daughters-in-law in the crowd were shining, but it was a pity that the skin that was too white to be abnormal, and a touch of blood in the depths of the eyes discouraged them.

Bloodsucker...

Legendary transcendent creatures.

The dark genre, day and night, always likes to do bad things like captivity training plus vampire play, which causes them to have a pretty bad reputation across the continent. But this is the Translancia region of the Portia Confederacy, and it's the territory of the vampires, so they have a slightly better reputation here.

Well, the "slightly better" here means that people don't scold them openly and take out their dung forks to greet them, but it's still inevitable to be gossiped behind their backs like they just did.

After all, the direct result of the Blood Vulture Clan's deep cultivation in this area for more than 400 years is that the number of ghost stories here is the highest on the mainland, and the population near Cadman City can form a reinforcement camp every year, in this case, ordinary people and vampires can love each other.

Murphy had gotten used to the whispers around him.

With the detached demeanor of a vampire, he ignored the different good and evil eyes around him, and lined up quite law-abidingly, not only waiting patiently, but even giving way to a lady with a hungry child in her arms.

This detail made the senses of the young vampire a little better for a few scholars in the crowd, but Murphy himself didn't know what the use of getting their kindness was?

Emmm, it doesn't matter if it's useful or not, if you can brush up on good feelings, you should do good deeds first.

"Two Type A relief foods, thank you."

When it was his turn, he generously spoke to the soldiers who were distributing food in front of him, and his demeanor was impeccable, even when receiving relief food, he behaved as if he had entered the palace to meet the king.

The main thing is an elegant.

However, the "king" in front of him had a dead face, and threw two rough packages to Murphy, not even bothering to look at him.

Even if the soldier has a nameplate on him that he is a vampire's servant, or "Blood Servant" for short, he is theoretically expected to have great respect for all vampires.

Sadly, Murphy is clearly not on his "list of respects."

"Little Murphy, your 'good days' with Miss Triss are coming to an end."

Just as Murphy turned to leave, a sneer suddenly sounded in his ears like a whisper, and he glanced back, and the vampire sitting in the shadows behind him, overseeing the food distribution, also gave him a hypocritical smile.

Murphy didn't know this guy, after all, he had just "come over" a month ago.

Maybe 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 little embarrassing.

As the unexpected child of Lady Trace, the "famous waster" of the Blood Vulture Clan, developed after a serious drinking accident, Murphy's status in this family is really sad for those who hear it, and those who see it cry.

In the year that this unfortunate guy has been a vampire, he has only entered the "Blood Vulture Corridor" in Cadman City a handful of times, let alone received party invitations from other clansmen, and has no way to meet other vampires.

It's no exaggeration to say that in the month he's been here, there have been more fat rats in Trace's rundown manor than he's ever seen vampires.

But although Murphy "lives in a simple place", he is actually quite famous in the Blood Vulture Clan, and even the old Aunt of the Blood Servant who is responsible for sweeping the floor and emptying the toilet in the Blood Vulture Corridor knows him, after all, Murphy is the first ethnic group in Cadman City to never abandon the "Waste King" Lady Trissy.

From being transformed into a vampire to now living in Tracey's dilapidated courtyard for a year, he still serves her like a relative.

Such a heartwarming story is quite "legendary" among the vampire clans full of intrigue and violence, and its popularity has been included in the "Seven Incredible Tales of Cadman City".

"What do you mean?"

Murphy's mouth remained motionless, but his voice echoed back to the vampire in the shadows.

Onomatopoeia!

The vampire's innate dark psionic talent is used at the most basic level.

[Successfully use a low-level psionic skill, and the proficiency of dark psionic perception and manipulation increases, which is currently "Beginner."] 】

At the moment when the onomatopoeia finished speaking, Murphy popped up in front of his eyes with such a line of prompts, but he had long been used to this, but once again he felt that it was really difficult to improve this skill.

It's been a month, and it's still a beginner.

"It's not interesting, just have a nice trip."

The vampire replied in a subtle tone.

Probably thinking that such ridicule was not enough to taste, he gestured again, and the blood servant in charge of distributing the food immediately flattered and took three more packets of relief food and stuffed them into Murphy's arms.

What does this mean?

Murphy blinked, and quietly bowed down slightly to say goodbye to his fellow clan, who also resigned a perfunctory etiquette as a way to comply with the family rules of the Blood Vulture Clan.

And on the way back to the manor, Murphy looked at the five bags of relief food in his arms and couldn't help but think:

"Does that mean 'eat enough to get on the road'? Neurotic! Lao Tzu is low-key and down-and-out like this, is anyone still looking for me? These Nima's vampires really don't clean up one by one! ”

Complaining like this, he quickly slipped through the shadow of the wall and walked towards his "manor", but every 100 meters he walked, a line of prompts would pop up in front of him.

[Successfully completed a shadow walk, and the proficiency of the Stealth and Stealth skills has been increased, and it is currently "Proficient.] 】

Those who don't know think he's practicing his skills, but in fact it's just a matter of necessity. After all, who wants to walk the wall like a thief?

It was nearly nine o'clock, the sun had become vicious, and the hardest hour of the day for vampires was approaching, so Murphy, who had no money to buy expensive shade products, had to walk in the shadows in order to avoid being burned by the sun.

Normal vampires don't live in the sun, and night is the beginning of their day, but Murphy doesn't have such extravagant habits.

On the one hand, his family is now poor and forced by life, if he doesn't rush to get food in the morning, he and his waste wood Niang Zun will be hungry today.

On the other hand, it is because the otherworldly soul in his vampire body is very stubborn.

When I first "came over", I tried a day and night out out out of curiosity, and the result was just like a 30-year-old man who had to spend three days in an Internet café to get over.

I can stay up late, but only a little bit.

"Ugh."

Even though it was only early morning, Murphy sighed for the seventeenth time today.

He pushed open the iron gate of the "manor" with the food, but the force was so great that the rusty and dilapidated iron gate smashed into the dusty and overgrown "garden" of creepers and weeds.

[Successfully perform a scene destruction, melee and physical attack skills proficiency increased, currently "Beginner"]

The familiar hint popped up again, and Murphy was tired again.

A small percentage of his entry-level melee skills have been provided by this poor Iron Gate over the past month, so why don't you say thank you, Uncle Iron Gate?

Murphy looked at the "manor" in front of him where he had lived for a month, and could vaguely see its glory in its heyday from those mottled buildings, which was a very classic "quiet in the middle of the city" mansion, with a well-arranged garden running through the entire courtyard of nearly 1,000 square meters.

There are also deep wine cellars and towering stargazing platforms, and the main house is even beautifully shaped and even decorated with unknown gods.

Unfortunately, that was at least a hundred years ago.

Now this dilapidated manor is a ruined house to be demolished, a place that even the homeless will not visit, and it is really hard to imagine that this is the place where a former elder who claims to have lived for 500 years will live.

"Refno-Murphy Lesenbra!"

A cold call suddenly sounded from behind.

Murphy, who was familiar with the door, looked back and saw a cloud of shadows converging in the shadows of the wall, like the sound of a bat spreading its wings, and a slender figure appeared in front of him.

This is obviously a profound psionic skill, but more important is the person in front of you.

It was a vampire dressed in an opulent scarlet robe and holding a short cane, and the delicate badge on his chest was recognizable as a Vulture Guardian who directly obeyed the orders of the patriarch.

They never show up easily, and every outing represents the will of His Excellency Salokdal Lesenbra, the head of the Blood Vulture Clan.

An ominous premonition immediately came to mind.

But Murphy saluted his compatriot with the utmost grace, and the latter nodded coldly in response, and at the same time took a sealed velvet pocket from his bosom and handed it to Murphy.

He said businessmanly:

"The war on the front line is urgent, the Pioneer Legion of the Plantagenet Kingdom is close to the border of the Translancia region, war is about to befall Cadman City, and every member of the Blood Vulture must contribute to our territory.

That's what you're going to do next.

Send this Patriarch's Secret Order to the Midnight Hunter's Camp thirty miles east of Morland Village, giving you three days to complete it! ”

Murphy's heart jumped, he took the bag, and whispered:

"However, I've heard that the witch hunters of the Plantagenet Kingdom have infiltrated that area..."

"That's right."

The Vulture Guardian nodded and explained:

"The hounds under the Ring Tower are engaged in a tactical blockade, which means you'll have to venture through 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? You open your eyes for me! In addition to being particularly handsome, what is there about this vampire in front of you that can be linked to 'normal'? ”

Murphy's heart roared.

But he took a deep breath on the surface, maintained an expression that was almost uncontrollable, and said:

"I'll need armor and weapons, and I'll need some helpers if I can."

"Huh?"

These words made the patriarch in front of him blink, he looked at Murphy's too "simple" appearance, and said in a strange tone:

"You seem to have been in possession for a while, but you don't have your own Blood Servant yet? Even armor and weapons... Wait, this is Tracey's manor? Your Elder is the Waste... Well, is it Tracey Former Elder?

Well, that's no wonder.

I did hear some rumors about you in the Blood Vulture Corridor, and I thought it was just a ridiculous joke, after all, no Bloodclan can be so miserable. ”

After speaking, the vampire reached out and patted Murphy on the shoulder rather sympathetically, and said in a subtle tone:

"It doesn't seem like you'll have it easy, kid."

"yes, it's very different from what I imagined a vampire life to be."

Murphy really couldn't hold back now.

He could endure the ridicule and malice of others, but at this time, the sympathetic eyes of the other party made him sigh, and his face was full of sadness.

This meeting made it difficult for the patriarch's personal guard to say anything more, so he sighed and said:

"There will be enough Blood Servants coming over with what you need when you set out at dusk, and if you don't come back, there will be other bad luck...

Uh, I mean there will be some other reliable person to take care of Elder Triss in your place.

So, go bravely. ”

With that, he turned into a flying bat and disappeared into the shadows, leaving only Murphy, who was holding the task item, standing in place.

"Is this a tacit acquiescence that I'm dead? Hey, can you take a few seconds to disguise your expressions and language when you send people to die?

Hey, it's good that Lao Tzu is hanging! ”

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:

["Real Otherworld" beta version administrator system installation package decompression progress: 99.87%, please be patient. 】

"I've been holding it for a month, and I'll be able to decompress this afternoon."

Murphy bit his lip, a heartfelt smile on his face, which had always maintained a graceful posture and had developed a kind of muscle memory.

Humming a song, he bent down to hold the relief food in his arms, and as he walked into the courtyard, he thought:

"After my goldfinger that changed my life against the sky arrived, I will scatter all of you bastards, and I will record all the people who speak disrespectfully to me in a small notebook, Uncle Ben is not a generous person.

Hey, look at the good days, it's still to come. ”