Murphy found the underground black market in the rationed city, made some purchases, and spent all the money he had on hand, bought a bunch of things and brought them back to the manor.

The reason why he didn't leave the money to Triss was simple.

That guy would have used it all to buy alcohol, and then fight hunger with the vampire's long standby in a drunken dream, and she was proud to say that she had spent sixty years doing so.

Murphy suspects that this is the main reason why Tracey is very weak.

is such a beautiful girl, but she is hungry and stupid.

While Tracey was still resting upstairs, Murphy didn't bother the patient, putting the sliced bread and some cans into the creaking mechanical refrigerator.

If Murphy remembers correctly, the stupid black thing in front of him is nicknamed "Steam 800". It is said to have been invented in 800 A.D. by a halfling mechanic from the Charles, and it is a unique creation of the world's unique "steam machine".

Truth be told, Murphy understands the principle of heating food with steam, but what exactly is this method of steaming for refrigeration?

Of course, now is not the time to think deeply about the fantasy physics of another world, and then turn your brain into a pot of porridge.

The hapless vampire filled his bag with enough food and bits and pieces for three days, and wrote down on a note how he prepared a little of the side dishes, so detailed that as long as Tracey didn't make herself stupid, she would be able to make the dishes right.

Finally, he pulled out his worn-out pocket watch and looked at the time.

It's nearly dusk, and it's time for me to go.

Behind Murphy was a darkened room with the windows blocked, and instead of turning on the gas lamp, which was older than him, he walked slowly out of the place where he had lived for a month in the dimness.

The vampire's concept of punctuality is on full display at this time.

As Murphy reached the door, a black carriage pulled out of the alley across the street and stopped at the gate of the manor as the bell rang.

It wasn't a luxury, just an ordinary four-wheeled carriage used for merchants, and in the carport sat eight dull-faced, skinny blood servants, and Murphy frowned at it.

This is probably more appropriate to call it "blood slave".

At first glance, it is the kind of serious illness that has been raised in captivity for a long time to draw blood and draw stupidity, not to mention going to war and carrying out tasks, and it is a great success to survive until tomorrow morning without dying in front of Murphy's eyes.

The driver was a burly man with a hood covering his face, the only one of the "kind" patriarchs who had personally supported Murphy with a look.

Good health, tall and big, at a glance, people are full of security.

When he saw Murphy, the guy immediately took the initiative to greet him and said:

"Greetings to you, Mr. Murphy, we are the servants sent by Lord Jade to support you, the armor and weapons you need are already in the carport, can we go now?"

"It turns out that the guard's name is Jed."

Murphy made a mental note of the name.

Although it is likely that people pity him and give him these "helps", help is help, although he is down, he does not owe favors.

If you can come back, then you must find a way to return this help.

He nodded to the chaseman, but instead of sitting in the cramped carport, he took out the bag of armor and weapons from it.

Finally, he sat down next to the driver.

The view here is good enough, and it is ventilated, and you can apply oil to the soles of your feet as soon as you encounter danger.

"Let's go."

Murphy pulled up his hood to cover his cheek and said to the coachman, but instead of raising his horsewhip, the latter whispered:

"Your Excellency, your Excellency is there!"

"Huh?"

Murphy turned his head in surprise and saw Trissy, who was still resting just now, standing barefoot in a red cloak on the edge of the garden in the dilapidated courtyard, looking at him silently as if she was bidding farewell to a wanderer.

"Wait a minute."

Murphy said to the coachman, jumped out of the car and walked briskly to Tracey, and said with a frown:

"Why don't you come out with your shoes on?"

"So, is that what you most want to say to me before you leave? Little Murphy. ”

Tracey ruffled her long hair and rolled her eyes.

She shook her head and reached out to help Murphy decorate the hood and mask on her face in the right place, and in the process of getting closer, Tracey looked at him with a rather serious look, and there was a light in her scarlet eyes that made Murphy feel unfamiliar.

She patted Murphy's heart and whispered:

"Don't come back if you're gone! Take this opportunity to leave Cadman City and completely break away from the territory of the Blood Vultures!

Whether it's going north to the kingdom of Nordtov to join the Thorn Clan, or heading south across the Dark Mountains to the Misty Shores to join the Blooddread Fleet, or even to find the Blood Alliance Knights who roam the Dark Mountains.

No matter where you go, it's much better than staying here! Of course, remember to avoid the mobs and thugs of the Wolf Venom Clan.

When you get there, find the clan chiefs or elders and report my name.

I'll just say it once!

My full name is Tris Cavendina Ja Lorraine Lesenbra.

While I'm just a neglected and forgotten piece of shit in Cadman City, I have a reputation among other clans, and if the old men and ladies of my time aren't dead, they'll accept you.

Little Murphy, listen to me!

The Blood Vulture Clan is hopeless.

We have violated the 'Code of Escape' that all Bloods have been subject to since the Bloodline, and we have stepped out of the shadows into the sun, causing a confrontation between civilization and the kingdom, and even the most tolerant of the Bloodline Knights will no longer care about us.

And that's just the slightest of all the sins we've committed.

Let's go, little Murphy.

Ignore the order that simply sends you to death. ”

This was not at all like the waste king who had been drunk all day could say it, and it did surprise Murphy, and he looked at Trith in amazement.

The latter shook his head and motioned for him to say no more, then turned away without hesitation.

Didn't give Murphy any chance to ask.

Murphy savored the advice.

He watched Tracey return to the main house, then turned and got into the carriage, and soon disappeared into the evening on Sosuo Street at the sound of the bell.

He could feel the gaze from behind him.

He knew that Tracey must be watching him leave from the balcony, and at this moment Murphy actually felt a sense of reluctance rise in his heart.

Although I only lived here for a month, this experience is really fresh in my memory, after all, I have lived in another world for more than 30 years, when have I suffered all kinds of foreign crimes?

But that reluctance is real.

Lady Tracey is really quite a unique person, and this final warning seems to cast a shadow of more mystery over her, forcing Murphy to think about it. But... Walk?

Are you kidding!

He wouldn't be so gloomy and slippery!

Even if you want to escape, you have to take Trith with you, although she is down in another world, but Murphy doesn't owe favors!

At this time, on the balcony of the main house, Trace, who stood in the shadows in the evening light, narrowed her bewitching eyes, and her pale fingers wrapped in handkerchiefs were clasped into fists under the cover of her cloak.

In the dilapidated courtyard where there was only one person left, she gritted her teeth and whispered:

"Is it really necessary to do this to this extent? Salokdal! Wasn't it enough to deliberately give this kid the wrong summoning ritual and almost kill him? actually asked him to pick up a life and then send him to death.

You really don't allow me to have anyone close to me, do you? Filthy old dog, afraid I'll give away your secrets.

But you've broken the taboo!

I'm not going anywhere, Salokdal, I'm going to stay here! I'll stay in your captive kennel for me, and I'll watch you and your family fall with my own eyes.

Scold.

It won't be too far. ”

When Murphy's carriage disappeared into Tracey's night perception, she turned around and dragged her coughing body back to the dimly lit room, where she saw at a glance the paper Murphy had left on the table and the detailed "cooking instructions" on it.

The strange font made Tracey shake her head.

She remembered that when she had retrieved the child on a snowy night more than a year ago, his words had not been so difficult to read.

Alas, such a handsome boy, he is stupid to bring disaster to himself.

Tracey, Tracey, what a sinful woman you are.

She laughed to herself as she opened the rattling steam fridge and saw it full of bread and half-finished vegetables, the child probably buying so much food for fear that she would starve herself to death.

This boring and warm worry made Tracey roll her eyes again, but in the next moment, an indescribable sense of loneliness surrounded her.

She could have put up with this!

Just like the lonely and crazy behavior of the past hundred years.

She really can!

She's determined enough and she's not a five-hundred-year-old coward!

She can do all this, if she doesn't have more than a year of dependence...

"Alas, in the end, I was still alone."

A long sigh.

Fade into the shadows.

---

While Murphy leaves Cadman City to die in a carriage with eight walking dead, the same "big adventure" is happening in another world.

Five conjugated fathers and sons in a senior dormitory of a university were huddled together, watching "Pigeon Bao" pinch a screwdriver and prepare to remove the black, somewhat high-tech round helmet in front of him.

"Pigeon Treasure" is the "leading pigeon" of one of the two young players who have just participated in the first round of testing of the game "Real Otherworld".

That's right!

It's the short, nasty guy who tried to take off his pants in front of Murphy and was stopped.

"Damn, how do you go under the knife?"

At a young age, he mixed up with the status of "dormitory chief", and the promising senior looked at the screwdriver in his hand, and then at the "game helmet" in his other hand.

He pouted and said:

"There's not even a screw hole, do you really have to knock this thing open with a stick?"

"Cut, don't pretend if you don't want to dismantle it!"

The six brothers in the dormitory, who had lived together for four years, could not see what Pigeon Bo really thought, and they joked:

"Everyone understands the mood of finally getting something that looks awesome, good son, you don't have any opinion on playing with a motorcycle helmet, just don't blow that you played a real game.

We all filled out that weird playtest application at the same time, right?

Why are you the only ones who got it? ”

The fat boy with the glasses snorted, he pushed his glasses in the posture of "drum washing machine", and said in a tone that saw through everything:

"So, it's a prank you directed and acted on, right? I'll just say that the application interface is so rough, and it really has that mature virtual reality technology, but it can't even do a web page? ”

"! What Lao Tzu said is true! ”

Pigeon Bo was a little nervous for a while after being ridiculed, and he held the beloved black game helmet in his arms and shouted:

"If this is fake, Lao Tzu will be pouted by you tonight and will not say anything!"

“？？？”

The other five brothers stared at each other, and then took a step back away from the angry pigeon with a tacit understanding, and the other brother whispered with some fear:

"Don't be like this, Pigeon Treasure, everyone usually says that pouting or anything is a joke, you must not take it seriously. Of course, of course we don't discriminate against sexual minorities.

Don't wear autumn pants backwards, then everyone is still brothers. ”

"Rebel!"

The popular Long Yan was furious, grabbed the broom lever at hand and waved it in the wild laughter of the rebels, shouting:

"I'll kill you turtle grandchildren..."

"2149 dorm! There is your courier! Come down and get it! ”

Before Pigeon Bao finished sending it, his mobile phone rang, and when he opened it, he heard the voice of the courier brother, and he was still joking:

"Do college students from prestigious universities buy motorcycle helmets in groups now? What are the benefits for buying 5 at a time? ”

"Hey! Hit! ”

Pigeon Bao immediately grinned, hung up the phone coquettishly, and instructed his good sons to go down to pick up the express.

A few minutes later, the six brothers in the dormitory looked at the same style of black helmet in their hands, and the fat boy with glasses swallowed his saliva and touched the strange material helmet with a frosted texture.

He whispered:

"Damn, play really, why am I a little scared? Pigeon Bo, honestly, is that game really that awesome? ”

"Nonsense, I've tried it, I'll just say one thing, you can take off your pants in that game! How awesome do you say? ”

“666！ Let's go up and try it out and see if we can guide it in the game. ”

"Damn, this is a pervert! Who's going to call the police Shu Huang to come! ”

"Oh, no, how does it say 'test time pending'? There's no forum or something? And there's no label for this thing. ”

"Yes! Inside the helmet, look closely, it's called 'Alpha' company, don't you say it, the name and logo are quite foreign. ”

While the dormitory buddies were making a commotion, in another city thousands of miles away in the same country, two middle-aged men who were drunk in their spacious offices stared at the black helmets that had just been removed from the delivery box in front of them.

The two stared at each other with wide eyes.

"That weird web page? Is it the test game that Lao Yang forwarded a few days ago? Isn't that web page 404? ”

One touched his helmet and asked, while the other looked up and toasted, waved his hands with a gloomy face, and said:

"Whatever, you can play if you can, you can't play and pull down, MD, it's really unpleasant to hand over the factory that has worked hard for half a lifetime, Lao Tzu is rich, but it's just not happy!

Scald!

For the rest of his life, he will live by eating and waiting for death.

I just heard Lao Yang call and say that he went in and tried it, saying that this game is awesome for us to go up and add him as a friend, what is it called a meow or something, and said that this game is just like the real thing.

If it's real, it's fine...

What are you going to do with this fish?

Come.

Punish yourself with a drink first, and then let's go with another one. ”

On the other side of the ocean, in an international student apartment, the long-haired young lady who had just finished her essay was so tired that she rubbed her head and looked blankly at the black helmet that was removed from the box in front of her.

She rubbed her eyes and screamed:

"Did I buy something weird again? This month's subsidy is almost gone, how can I get it if it goes on like this... Hey, will this thing still shine?

It's quite comfortable to wear, and it looks like it's custom-made.

But has anyone ever told me what the hell is this? ”