"Your Blood Servants are hardworking and tactically minded, and the traps they make look pretty good, though crude."

After nightfall, Miss Philimis personally led a few Midnight Hunters to patrol the site of the scheduled ambush, and her servant Lady Adele must have given her a "slander", but after seeing the sixteen young players planning and the blood servants busy for a day, the eldest lady did not reprimand Murphy.

Especially after seeing the refuge trench that was being widened and deepened by the blood servants, and the automatic hunting crossbow that was placed on Murphy's carriage, the eldest lady nodded with satisfaction.

These fruitful works all prove that Murphy, a peripheral member of the family, is indeed willing to do his task of luring and blocking enemies, even if it is only the task of sending cannon fodder to death, but he still has such a serious work attitude that makes the eldest lady's impression of Murphy greatly changed.

At present, since they are all serving the interests of the family, there is no need to go online for some unpleasant quarrels.

This is the philosophy of the eldest lady, and it is also the truth that her patriarchal father taught her.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Miss."

Murphy responded very modestly, and he suggested:

"These traps are still crudely made, after all, my blood servants are just vengeful civilians gathered in the village of Morland, which was slaughtered by witch hunters.

They have a lot of will, but they lack the skills.

Perhaps your professional hunters and psionics can help cover up these traps so that they can work better. ”

"That's exactly what I thought."

Miss Feimis nodded, and whispered a few words to the guards beside her, and soon an elite midnight hunter psychics would come to the woods to help cover up.

The eldest lady, holding a delicate vampire blade whip, spoke to Murphy about tomorrow night's attack, and she pointed in the direction of the filthy swamp and said:

"My hunters and I will hide there, the smell of the filthy swamp will provide us with the best cover, and when you succeed in holding off the enemy, we will launch a surprise attack from the flanks and rear and destroy the military supplies as quickly as possible.

At that point, we engage the enemy, and you and your minions can take advantage of this gap to retreat.

The Blood Servants in the convoy will also take part in the attack, but the wagons are parked at the entrance to the swamp, so you only need to retreat there to escape.

After that, we'll go straight back to Cadman City. ”

"I see, the eldest lady is really smart, it's really a simple and effective plan."

Murphy sighed with a dog's leg, but in fact he sneered in his heart.

Well said!

It's as easy as fooling a kid across the street to make soy sauce.

However, with the strength of his team, it is impossible to survive until the eldest lady's plan is realized, which is already clear that Murphy and his minions will be used as consumables.

If Murphy may have felt a little guilty about hurting the eldest lady and her hunters, now that only a trace of guilt has disappeared after hearing the eldest lady draw him cakes again.

It's all about to draw me a pie, right?

Yes!

Then don't blame me for taking a salary.

"You've gathered forty-five Midnight Hunters now, which is already quite a large force, but to be on the safe side, why don't you summon some more tonight?"

Murphy whispered:

"After all, Miss, you have a noble status, if there is danger in your actions, then you can..."

"Shut up!"

One of the guards scolded:

"We are responsible for the safety of the eldest lady, you just need to do your own bait work, and it is not your turn to talk too much about these things."

"Oh, that looks like I'm overthinking."

Murphy narrowed his eyes, maintained a proper smile, nodded gracefully to the eldest lady and turned to leave.

Seeing Murphy go to join his servants who were busy on the periphery, Miss Philimis wrinkled her delicate nose and said to the two powerful guards beside her:

"Your Excellency Murphy is also a member of the Blood Vulture and has contributed to the family, so you should speak politely."

"We're already very polite, Miss."

The guard shouted:

"You have been on the guerrilla defense of the Midnight Hunters since the war worsened, and you have not been back to Cadman City for a long time, and you do not know how your countrymen in the city have humiliated him and his superiors.

Even humans laugh at them.

If I were pathetic Murphy, I would have been gone long ago. ”

"His chief is Trissy..."

Miss Femis, remembering the prodigal former elder of the family whom she had seen a few times in her mind, and her impression of Triss was very bad, she shook her head and stopped talking about the subject.

But after thinking about it, she said to the two guards:

"There is some truth to Murphy's proposal, we don't know the specific escort force of the other party's supplies, or we should play it safe and gather more Midnight Hunters to come to the swamp!

Make up our numbers to sixty by tomorrow night's action! ”

"Yes, Miss!"

On the other side, Murphy approached the foxhole where the little players were resting, and the sixteen little players had already taken down the 8 student parties.

Today is the last day of the rest day, and they have classes tomorrow so they can't stay up late.

Of the remaining eight people, Brother Meow generously gave four members of his studio a vacation, the two middle-aged men of the mud truck and the forkliftman didn't have to think about going to work at all, and the last onboard happy bar was a freelancer, who would be gathering together to imagine tomorrow night's battle and make a final check to fill in the gaps.

Seeing Murphy coming, Brother Meow, who was holding a red wild fruit in his hand and gnawing on it, immediately got up and reported:

"Lord Murphy, we have completed the planning of the position, the rest is left to the blood servants, we have also unified the time, please make two summons tomorrow afternoon at dusk and eight o'clock, your warriors will fight for you and the big plan at that time."

"Thank you, my warriors."

Murphy nodded and said to the little players:

"I still lack some materials to maintain the summoning effect for a long time so that you can stay in this world for a long time, but don't worry, I already have news of those materials.

Perhaps soon you will be able to get out of this dilemma of waiting passively for a call. ”

Very skillfully drew a cake, and Murphy sat down with the little players.

This action makes the players a little restrained, after all, what they are talking about must be something that the NPC must not understand.

However, a few minutes later, when Brother Meow had finished nibbling on the fruit and bragged about his last visit to the store, which made a group of old men laugh tacitly, Murphy suddenly asked:

"What does it mean to 'wash your feet and visit the shop'? Is this some custom in your world? ”

“！！！”

The little players who were laughing widened their eyes in unison, revealing ghost-like expressions.

Damn, this NPC is too smart, right? Not only can you understand it, but you can also ask rhetorical questions?

But this awkward question can be answered.

Seeing the uncomfortable expressions of the little players, Murphy laughed wildly in his heart but still maintained the steadiness that an NPC should have, he showed a smile and whispered:

"I can probably guess the answer by looking at your expressions, and that's all that makes men who are usually conflicted laugh so happily at the same time.

In fact, there are similar facilities in Cadman City, ranging from low-end to high-end, and if you can afford the price and you're lucky, some of the more aggressive vampire dancers won't mind spending the night with you.

Of course, you may have to pay a little more for this.

If there is a chance in the future..."

"That's what you have to open your eyes to, and make a masterpiece of "The Illustrated Guide to the Customs of the Other World" or something."

Brother Meow grinned, threw the core in his hand aside, rubbed his stomach with a slightly changed expression, and said:

"I'm a little sick to my stomach, so where is the toilet?"

"There are toilets everywhere around you, find a place to solve it yourself, or do you want me to rub a toilet for you?"

The mud cart snorted, and seeing Woo Meow get up and rush out with his stomach covered, he said in a strange tone:

"Does this game really even have a poop function?"

"I don't know what you mean by 'game' all along, but I can confirm that your bodies in this world are physical projections of psionic energy, just like other otherworldly creatures that have been summoned."

Murphy glanced at the pit next to him and explained in a long voice:

"The free psionic energy simulates the entity in full mimicry, so that you can feel pain and have a complete five senses, and naturally you will also be attacked by certain diseases.

As I was just about to say, the fruit that Lord Meow picked up seems to me to have a strong dysentery after eating it. ”

He glanced at the little players with frightened faces and whispered:

"So before you make sure you have some experience in the wild, remember not to eat what you pick up in the wild, diarrhea is just one of the easiest situations to deal with.

My warriors, you must go back to your own world, or my poor warrior King Meow will suffer more from his stomach and sickness.

Rest well and be well prepared.

In the name of victory, we will see you tomorrow night on the battlefield. ”

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After a busy night, when the sun fell the next day, Murphy was still in the forest urging the blood servants to continue to complete the last bit of work.

Because of the fact that the other party may have cavalry, Murphy asked the blood servants to dig some traps, which greatly increased the workload of the blood servants and made them even more disgusted with Murphy, a fringe of the family.

But today, Lady Adele, who had at least an E, did not clash with Murphy again.

Probably because of the advice of Miss Femis, she even came to the forest to supervise the work of the blood servants, and even took the initiative to say hello to Murphy and said a few painless homely words.

This is exactly what Murphy wants.

While they were busy in the woods, the hottest hour of the afternoon crept in, and as with Maxim's escort as yesterday, Miriam cautiously climbed into the wagon where the witch hunter captives were again.

Today's Natalie is a little more miserable than yesterday with the other three witch hunters.

Apparently after another round of torture last night, the Huntress was woken up by Miriam and saw the red-haired Bloodservant in front of her pull out a cylindrical object from her corset and hand it to her.

The Huntress is all too familiar with this little thing.

She had been subdued by the inconspicuous crething in Morland, but then she shook her head and snorted at the bloody veteran on the other side of the carriage.

Motioned for Miriam to give the guy one too.

There were two vampire torturers watching over them, and with her current injuries, there was no way she could have successfully sneak up at the same time.

Miriam pursed her lips and painfully pulled out her last powerful anesthetic device.

This was left to him by his mentor when he returned home from the University of Chardon, and each one was the work of a halfling engineer.

If it weren't for her good grades and a promising future, and she would be clever enough to do things, the mentor would not have been able to give her a gift.

A total of two were given, each of which could be used three times, originally to protect against the "specialty" vampires of the Transnesia region, but it turned out to be used by the mother on the witch hunters.

What a bad luck!

However, thinking of the current situation and Murphy's promise, Miriam gritted her teeth and crawled over to shove the last anesthetic into the old soldier named Norman.

This guy is much worse than Natalie.

There is hardly a good piece of meat on his upper body, his throat has been cut and sewn up, and there seems to be a bone removed from his chest, which makes people feel the perversion and madness of these vampires.

This scene made Miriam's eyes shake.

She knew that if she fell into the hands of a vampire, she would probably end up like this, so in this comparison, Murphy seemed to belong to the kind of vampire who was quite gentle.

Hmm, maybe that's why he's despised by the rest of his countrymen? Because not vicious enough, not gloomy enough, not cunning enough, not vampire enough?

With this in mind, Miriam reached out and loosened the two prisoners' restraints a little more to ensure that their sneak attack at night was as successful as possible.

After doing all this, just like yesterday, Miriam took out a pen and paper, wrote down the plan of action that Murphy had asked from Miss Femis, and showed it to Natalie.

"Vampires are ambushing at the edge of the filthy swamp, you will be left at the entrance of the swamp, and if you make a big noise, you can attract the attention of the convoy, and we will put two barrels of fire oil outside the carriage in advance."

After writing, Miriam made sure Natalie understood the message with her eyes and hurried away, the ginger's heart pounding.

She could understand that it was all coming to a decisive end.

"Give me a weapon!"

She said to Maxim, who was escorting her to the woods, and the loyal Blood Servant looked at Miriam in surprise and said:

"Master Murphy wants me to protect you, you're not good at fighting."

"I don't want to put my life in the hands of a vampire worshipper who needs to break his fingers to add or subtract within a hundred."

Miriam wrapped her scarlet cloak tightly around her body, and she whispered:

"I don't want a weapon to hurt anyone, and if you and your Murphy master fail, I can at least choose to end my own life, lest I fall into an even more desolate situation."

"You should have a little bit of confidence in us."

Maxim took the dwarven shotgun he had kept from behind him and handed it to Miriam, saying:

"You should have faith in Master Murphy, he is a wise man who has stepped out of the shadows and is about to write his own legend."

Miriam looked at Maxim with the eyes of a fool, and she pouted and said:

"What is a legend or not, let's survive first, if he really becomes a legend in the future, then I must write a book for him, okay? Alas, the chance to earn a life with vampires will definitely not be believed by my classmates who have low eyes.

Who can believe this! ”