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"Even if you swipe the post and blow up the forum, you can't extend the game time! I have said that I am not the creator god, how can I change this real world at will according to your ideas?

Although you little players are cute, don't be so vexatious, okay? ”

In the dark river passages of the Vulture Corridor, Murphy clutched the core orb and listened to the howling complaints of the little players coming from inside.

He sighed himself.

If he could, he would prefer that the cute and easy-to-use little players could be online 24 hours a day, not only could they get good helpers at any time, but the lack of manpower could also be solved.

I don't even feel the emptiness, loneliness, and coldness of being alone in another world.

However, he's just a mediocre test administrator right now, and the ununlocked features of the playtime and helmet won't be unlocked at his beheels.

It's all up to the "game progress", so at the end of the day, it's better for young players to work harder for vampires instead of complaining here!

"What are you doing there? Is a person babbling about performing for me? The look on your face just now is almost like seeing a debt collector. ”

The old knight Finoch's disgruntled voice rang out from the front.

The golden-rank white knight was standing in the ruins of a pile of ghosts that had been burned by the dark blue purifying fire.

At the same time that the young players challenged the second boss tribune Kudel, Murphy and the old knight also cleaned up this ghost camp that had existed for at least 300 years.

The specific clean-up process is that the old knight faces a large number of elite ghosts in front of him, and Murphy quacks in the back.

It's not that he's deliberately lazy.

The main thing is that he is a rookie of the black iron rank, and when facing these hating ghosts who are also of the same black iron rank and have more than 50 in number, and are known for being difficult, tsk, there is indeed a slight disadvantage in terms of combat effectiveness.

But Murphy did take part in the fight.

When a bunch of ghosts pounced, he also single-handedly killed three, making his tomb sword guard swordsmanship experience bar climb up with difficulty, if it weren't for the old knight's use of a wide range of natural psionic advanced AOE skills, so that Murphy didn't dare to get too close to the battlefield so as not to be "injured by friends", his swordsmanship might be able to improve a little more.

In other words, the improvement of this advanced swordsmanship is really difficult, and it is not as smooth as the previous blood vulture swordsmanship from beginner to master in half a month.

"Why are there so many elite spirits here? In the secret passages of your Blood Vulture Sanctuary, do you vampires manage your lair so casually? ”

The old knight walked through the cold ashes scattered all over the ground, which were the ashes left over from the purification of the ghosts, and also the casting props of some dark psionic spells.

So Murphy was now using a psionic bag to put away the ashes, and walked around the dark ruins again, with nothing but a bag of ancient gold coins.

Faced with Finnock's inquiry, Murphy rolled his eyes and said:

"You ask me, who do I ask? It's also my first time entering the Blood Vulture Corridor, so I don't know much about it as much as you do, but if I had to ask why, I'm guessing these were the pioneers who pre-founded Cadman City 400 years ago.

Tracy told me one drunken day that she had been involved in the design and construction of Cadman City, and that there were mysterious ruins of some pre-era and strange powers in some places.

Originally, Sarokdal wanted to bulldoze the ruins, but due to the lack of manpower due to the Black Plague, he simply built Cadman City on top of the ruins. ”

Murphy walked through the dead ruins and explained to the old knight:

"This may be one of the remnants of those civilizations before the birth of the world, and the souls of these unlucky ghosts from hundreds of years ago are clearly trapped here."

"Well, that makes sense."

The old knight nodded and said:

"The conditions for the formation of ghosts are not harsh, but the large-scale gathering of ghosts is another concept, and it is true that Transencia is not an area where the spirit of death gathers. I felt a change in psionic energy, and the exit was probably ahead.

It's a long road, and it's no wonder that vampires don't deal with it.

This group of spirits alone was enough to stop any unprepared intruders. ”

"Yes, who would have thought that a golden powerhouse would actually climb down the sewer to carry out a sneak attack?"

Murphy said in a mocking tone:

"Are the other golden powerhouses on the continent as easy-going as you? Lord Old Finok. ”

"You can go to them and ask them yourself, and I'm sure they'll be willing to answer your weird questions about this lovable little vampire before they kill you in any way."

The old knight replied in the same relaxed tone.

At this moment, the two are not like the relationship between hunters and prey, but more like poisonous strangers who go on expeditions together and gradually get to know each other.

They continued their trek through the darkness, and after crossing a 90° vertical waterfall of the Dark River, the thick walls of the Blood Vulture Corridor reappeared in front of them.

This represents the end of this secret journey.

"We should take a break."

Murphy proposed:

"My warriors need to rest, and your witch hunters have been fighting for most of the day, so let's not act rashly before they break through the middle of the cloister and enter the hall.

I believe in your fighting power.

But I'm also sure that Salokdal wouldn't be so well-behaved as a man waiting for your decapitation in the depths of the halls. ”

"That makes sense, then rest for a while, and then go scouting."

The old knight's killing of those ghosts just now also consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Although the rank is crushed, its own loss is real, so he did not refuse Murphy's proposal.

He took out a few pieces of wood from the edge of the underground river and called for the Purifying Fire to fall, and a simple traveling campfire was made.

But then, under the surprised gaze of the old knight, Murphy, who was supposed to hate light as a vampire, flew over and landed on him generously, and took out some "bento boxes" that had been prepared a long time ago, and put them on the bonfire to heat up.

As the aroma of the meal poured out, Old Finok's eyes became even more strange.

He said:

"These things. Did you do it yourself? ”

"What? Haven't you ever seen a vampire with as good a cook as I am? ”

Murphy laughed, threw several of the boxes to the old knight, and said:

"The vegetarian food I specially prepared, eat it with confidence, it is not poisonous in it."

"I believe that after all, no one would be stupid enough to poison a high-ranking member of the Church of Avalon, and that we are almost immune to most biological and plant toxins as we are sheltered by nature. In fact, if you're creative enough with your toxin mix, I'd even compliment it on the unique flavor. ”

Finnock said quietly, and he followed Murphy's example by heating the boxes on the fire, and then took off his oak barrel and helmet to draw water from the nearby river, and purified the underground water sources with the spirit of nature.

Then, he saw Murphy on the other side of the campfire, taking out the fruit and peeling it to make himself a salad.

After looking at it carefully for more than ten seconds, after seeing Murphy actually take out a wooden fork very ceremoniously, he finally couldn't help but say:

"Murphy, you really don't look like a vampire! Not like it in every way. Were you a human cook before you were first embraced by Tracey? Or a good traveler? ”

"Oops, those things are already far away like a lifetime ago, let me think about it."

Murphy picked up a plate and used a wooden spoon to put the mixed fruit into his mouth, recalling as he ate:

"I must have been born into a small aristocratic family in a small town south of East Pruus, on the border with the Cato region, and I remember having a nice estate and windmill mill. My parents wanted me to grow up in a traditional and classical aristocratic way, and when I grew up, they wanted to send me to the Bourbon Military Academy in the Plantagenet Kingdom to find a career.

And then"

The vampire threw a handful of nuts into his mouth and said indistinctly:

"Ten years of war has broken out! Suddenly, everything that had been planned was gone with the wind, the Old Church rebels entered East Pruos, and my father and his family migrated to the Portia Confederacy, but they were met by a gang of gnolls along the way.

Oh, a specialty of the Translancia region.

It was a bleak night, and for the first time in my life, I became a deserter in the midst of my family's grief.

After that, the memory is very vague.

I remember following a group of refugees all the way east, settling in Cadman City, being bullied by gangsters out of town, doing odd jobs to feed myself, and then being captured by hunger in the cold of winter, and going to meet my parents in the laughter of death.

It was Tracey who saved me.

I still don't know why she saved me, but after that, she became my only family. ”

"It's like you're telling someone else's story."

The old knight whispered:

"It seems that the past is not something to be remembered or remembered for you, and I warn you that you are being affected by the bloodline contract! You clearly have an unusual affinity for Tracey, and the vampire's stubborn illness is eating away at your will.

That would make you a loyal dog at Tracey's feet, just to get her praise and wagging her tail and begging for mercy. ”

"Ask less about me and Tris, it has nothing to do with you, and don't sow discord! Let's talk about you. ”

Murphy rolled his eyes to open the heated lunch box, picked up a hot pork chop rice and stared at the old knight opposite, he said with a little dissatisfaction:

"Do you know the rules? You should tell your story when I tell it, so it's fair. ”

"There's nothing to say about my story, it's nothing more than what your story looks like after it's stretched tenfold, especially after the age of sixty, it's just a boring repetition until a surprise strikes one day."

Old Finock smiled, opened his lunch box, picked up a fragrant vegetable stewed rice bowl, picked up a spoon and snorted and ate it.

The appetite of the mighty warriors was always as unstoppable as their strength, and soon the two meals were wiped out, and the old knight wiped his mouth with satisfaction and took out a wooden flask from the psionic bag.

He took a sip of his own and threw it to Murphy.

The vampire wiped the bottle with some disgust, and then gave himself a drink.

It's not Tracey's favorite spirit, it's just that mellow fruit wine is like a sweet and sour drink.

"You're really trying to ask the same question from the previous one, right? My relationship with Natalie. ”

In the midst of the beating of the flames, the old knight took out a dwarven pipe, filled it with some fine Chardo tobacco, and lit it by the campfire, and whispered in the smoke:

"Well, she's my daughter."

"Ahem, poof!"

Murphy was immediately choked, thumping his chest and pouring another sip of fruit wine to recover.

He was genuinely surprised.

The eyes that shone red in the darkness looked at the old knight, and said incredulously:

"You're two hundred years old! Natalie up to 40"

"At 35 years old, this is just the beginning of life for pure-blood Kates who generally live to be 140 years old."

Old Finock spat out the smoke ring, shook his head, and said:

"Don't look at me with that lewd look, or I'll punch you!

The truth is not what you think!

Natalie's mother is also a Silver Rank Avalon Church Saint, and although she didn't drink the water of the Holy Grail like I did, the advancement of her life form and the blessings of nature allowed her to easily live up to 200 years.

My wife is 11 years older than me.

As for having a daughter in the twilight of our lives, this can only be said to be the blessing of Avalon in the apparition.

With the strength of our two ranks, it is difficult to give birth to children after the combination, the limit of power is not something that can be changed by human beings, those powerful things are always rare, and the laws of nature are like this. ”

"Okay, okay, your god of Avalon has a lot of control, maybe he has a priesthood of sending children."

Murphy whispered.

In the old knight's glare, he added:

"But her relationship with you seems to be very bad, I can see that she treats you the way she treats her superiors, and rarely mixes personal feelings, so even the strong people of the gold rank will have family problems?"

"That's my fault, it's not Natalie."

The old knight didn't want to talk too much on this issue.

He stopped talking to suggest that Murphy should not ask any more, so the vampire rolled his eyes and changed the subject:

"Triss told me that the witch hunters are in a terrible situation right now, and as creatures of the church of Avalon, you are undoubtedly implicated in the rebellion of the Old Church. In order not to be executed, he had to commit himself to the Plantagenet Kingdom as a mercenary during the Ten Years' War.

And as far as I know, the way they use you is very brutal.

As the leader of the White Oak Warband, have you ever thought about the future for your subordinates? ”

"Huh?"

The old knight put down his pipe and looked at Murphy with a strange look in his eyes.

He said:

"So what do you want to say? Please don't say anything strange, Murphy, after all, I've only just reversed my impression of you. ”

"I mean, if you have nowhere to go, why don't you stay?"

The vampire spoke his mind.

Old Finock helplessly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and said:

"Avalon, you're still saying it, like a whimsical madman.

During the Ten Years' War, more vampires and blood servants had died at the hands of witch hunters, and our reputation in Translancia was even more infamous.

I know you're naturally anti-bone, and you don't have a good impression of the Blood Vulture Clan, but what kind of thinking did you go through, and what kind of mental state did you have to give birth to such thoughts? What makes you think witch hunters and vampires can shake hands and make peace? ”

"But the first few times we worked together were very pleasant, weren't they?"

Murphy grinned and said:

"The Smuggler Woodlands, Jade's gang, and now the Blood Vulture Corridor Cleanup, it turns out that the two sides don't even need to put down the mustard, as long as they have a common interest, they can join forces. Best of all, even if King Louis brings back Salokdal's head, all you can get is a pardon.

But it's been ten years since you were beaten as rebels.

You are not so naïve as to think that the king's orders will allow you to live peacefully in your homeland, right?

War has changed a lot of things, and it will continue to make a difference!

It is not something that can be transferred by your will.

Finok, your subordinates have nowhere to go, and the Transcia I have planned will open her arms to all the homeless.

As long as you are willing to start your new life on this land.

I know that my offer is not very attractive compared to King Louis and General Loren, but it is always good for the current witch hunters to have an extra option.

Right? ”

Murphy put down the lunch box and said faintly:

"Or would you rather trust the king who has used you as cannon fodder for the past decade than a vampire who has been friendly to you with open arms?"

"Listen to what you say, Murphy, your brain may have been broken by Trace's evil magic. Why do I have to choose one of the two wrong answers? ”

The old knight sneered and said no more.

Murphy also had a tacit understanding and did not ask any more questions, until nearly thirty minutes later, when the old knight put away his pipe and got up and moved his body, he said:

"Let's go, continue the investigation."

Murphy stood up and placed the Lust Clan Blade on his waist, but just as they were leaving, the old knight suddenly said:

"Have you thought about it?"

"Huh?"

The vampire looked at Old Fenoch with a questioning expression.

Then the old knight was heard putting on his barrel helmet and whispering:

"Why did the church of Avalon suddenly rebel without warning? As the state religion of the Plantagenet Kingdom, when did he make peace with the warlike maniac in the Portia Confederacy?

Even the Western Saharian barbarians, who were far away in the Frozen Bay, joined in that rebellion, and their beliefs were completely different from the old religion! The contradictions between the two sides are no less than the opposition between the old religion and the vampires.

However, they seem to have turned enemies into friends overnight.

There are too many irrationalities hidden beneath the surface.

Murphy, you'll have to look beyond the decade-long war to see what's hidden.

You think you're safe, but you're not! The shadows that are hiding call for the storm, and the countless deaths that emerge before our eyes are only a light breeze.

War!

This ugly thing is only the most insignificant part of everything that is happening.

Remember to keep this in mind, and tell Trisy by the way, I think she'll understand what I mean, but remember, don't talk about it with a big mouth, and don't go into the truth, especially when you're still weak."

(End of chapter)