When Murphy found Trith, she had just come out of the camp where the wounded were housed.

As a psionic master, although he has lost his strength, although he prefers to be good at more aggressive dark psionic energy, he is no stranger to the healing spell casting technique Tracey, and the most unfortunate person can still do it by throwing a few psionic energy to recover.

She always has her own things to keep busy, and Murphy never interferes much in Tracey's daily life.

However, this will not make Tracey in a very good state.

She always rubbed her forehead when she walked, and her face was paler than usual.

Murphy knew what the reason was.

He stepped forward to support Tracey and asked softly:

"Did Sarlokdal's death weaken you? I know that the departure of the Elder has always caused unspeakable pain to the heir in the bloodline contract, what a damn fellow, he is dead and still tormenting you."

"You think too much, I just didn't drink tonight, plus I had a headache from overusing my brain just now."

Tracey rolled her eyes, snorted, reached out and touched the scar on her neck, and said:

"I lost all my blood essence more than a hundred years ago, and apart from the life characteristics of a vampire, I'm no different from an ordinary person who is a little more powerful. I think I stumbled upon the second solution to the bloodline contract that had plagued the vampires for a thousand years. ”

The Scarlet Witch played with the braid on her chest and joked a little:

"As long as you make yourself weak enough, the pain of the Elder Departure's departure will no longer affect you, and it would be better if you had to endure more painful experiences every day than this thing. Such a bit of bitterness with a relieved pain can just be used as a surprise antidote to a boring life on a certain day. ”

Murphy pursed his lips, helped Tracy back to her tent and poured her a glass of wine, surrounded the glass with cold death psionic energy to cool the wine, and then handed it to Trissy, saying:

"Don't brace it, it still hurts, right?"

"Can't you just stop exposing my pretense? Little Murphy, you are so nasty when you are smart! ”

Tracey sighed, took the wine glass, drank it all, then snorted boldly, handed the wine glass back, knocked on the chair, and said:

"One more drink, this time with more ice."

"It's not a good habit to drink too much before bed."

Murphy routinely complained and poured her another glass.

This time, more death psionic energy was gathered in the palm of his hand, and the cold air began to emit from the drink.

Tracey watched the scene with her chin propped up, and when Murphy turned back, she suddenly asked:

"You drank the blood of origin?"

"How do you know? I thought no one would know the secret. ”

The handsome young vampire doesn't deny it, he can't always lie in front of Tracy.

He looked curiously at Tracy expecting an answer, and the Scarlet Witch let out a strange laugh and touched her lips again, and said with a little nostalgia:

"That ancient blood, full of psionic energy and power, tastes good, right? The last time I tasted it seemed to be more than two hundred years ago, when the miserly Salokdal gave us a cup to strengthen our power under midnight when we went to steal the seeds of life.

It's a pity that the bastard added something to it so that it no longer has the ability to break the bloodline contract.

He didn't dare to give me freedom, he was afraid of me back then, he was afraid to death!

Now that I think about it, that scene was as bad as a magnificent wine, and I didn't even have time to taste its wonderful taste.

I went to 17 elders together, and in the end only two of them and I came back, and the decline of the Blood Vulture Clan also began that night, we exhausted the potential and high-end power of the Clan, and only exchanged for one possibility, and the seed that was planted more than two hundred years ago, like the rhythm of fate, finally brought complete destruction to the Blood Vulture tonight.

But because of this, I'm familiar with the power boost that drinking Origin Blood can bring to vampires.

Little Murphy, now that you've made up for the talent and strength I couldn't give you, your wings are hard enough to perhaps soar alone in the sky, rather than being trapped in the hellish place of Transnesia. ”

"I can, but it doesn't mean I want to, I don't want so many choices, because that means I can only choose one thing and give up more, it's not a good thing to choose, and we don't need much."

Murphy brought the ice-ready wine to Tracey, saying:

"I still need me here! You still need me, so let's talk about it after you travel to see the world or something, I have a gift for you. ”

He was about to pull out the mechanical lockbox containing Salokdal's heart, but as he placed his hand on the psionic bag around his waist, he suddenly straightened up and looked out of the tent.

The blood-eating vulture in the sky, Refno, saw another guy coming this way in his shared vision.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, His Excellency Paliano, the first knight lord of the Blood Alliance Knights, who had finished grooming and erasing the traces of the battle and returned to his handsomeness and chic, appeared in front of Murphy and Triss in a very graceful posture under the moonlight with a purple glow.

This coquettish guy was wearing a silver-white slim robe, with a huge silver moon embroidery on the back, which looked like elf-style "home clothes", and held a large bouquet of red and black roses in his hand.

Obviously, he was also here to deliver something.

Murphy's face immediately turned ugly.

It's the middle of the night!

What did you want to do when a big man came to Tracey's tent with angry roses? Didn't we all say yes in the collapsed corridor before? You're not moral, you're actually doing a sneak attack, right?

But this was actually completely overthinking him.

Lord Paliano, a very gentlemanly vampire powerhouse, is not here to express some delicate emotions to Tracey, but to celebrate Trace's "freedom" as an old friend.

"Ah, the scarlet witch as gorgeous as the midnight fire, my former muse, I am grateful to see that you, blessed by midnight, have finally escaped the constraints of a careerist and a madman.

From tonight onwards, there will be no one who will be able to hinder you from enjoying your hard-won freedom. ”

Paliano reached out and flicked his long golden hair curled up like a lion's mane, exuding a light smell of men's perfume, and gave the midnight rose in his hand with a smile on his face.

Tracey, on the other hand, held the wine glass in one hand and took the rose in front of her rather indifferently with the other, put it under her nostrils and sniffed it.

"Well, the unique earthy aroma beneath the land of the Dark Mountains, it seems that your hapless rose garden is still in operation, huh?

The annual investment in maintaining such a delicate land where roses grow in that hellish place in the Dark Mountains is an astronomical amount, has your Blood Alliance Knights' economy been so good?

Little brother Paliano, though I don't know how my sister Lily died, how you became the First Lord in her place.

But does Lord Pa Ying really ignore your outrageous behavior and let you go around in circles outside to embarrass him? ”

Tracey pouted and said:

"We haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, and the last time I saw you, you told me that there are 37 goddesses in your heart, how many are now?"

"137!"

The vampire lord let out a hearty laugh and said triumphantly:

"I'm such a gentleman who has a lot of feelings and knows how to appreciate beautiful things, and I've always been proud of that."

But the next second he became sad again, and in Murphy's slightly disgusted gaze, he took out a delicate small black notebook, put it in his hand and stroked it with affection, and said:

"However, the 48 goddesses I have loved in a hundred years have entered the curse of aging, and human life is always as bright as fireworks, and the amazing charm is only hidden in the glimpse of the white horse, and when I record their beauty, it seems to become eternal in an instant.

Death.

It ruthlessly takes away so much beauty, but leaves only pale memories to soothe our sad hearts. ”

In the midst of a bard's recitation, the blonde knight opened his small notebook and tore off a page from it and handed it to Tracey.

He blinked his blue eyes and whispered with emotion:

"The charismatic Scarlet Witch has returned from death, and my dear Trace, I have finally been able to forget a piece of sadness that I can't let go."

Tracey took the page, which was hand-drawn by Paliano.

It was the scene when he last saw the Scarlet Witch more than a hundred years ago.

Murphy glanced at it with slanted eyes, and then was surprised to find that the unreliable prodigal son in front of him actually had a superb sketching skill.

Drawing Tracey on a small piece of paper, even if it is only a black and white painting, you can still see that Tracey at that time is completely different from now in terms of expression, temperament and dress.

If you have to describe it, Tracey at that time was obviously much colder than the current waste king, and at first glance she was the kind of protagonist Fan in the evil story.

"Thanks, little Paliano."

Tracey was silent for a moment.

She looked at the hand-drawn painting in her hand, and after a few seconds thanked her a little sadly, she said:

"Thank you for reminding me of the past that I have long forgotten, but is there something you are here for tonight? As you can see, I am discussing some personal matters with my heirs. ”

Tracey's answer sent a smile to the corners of Murphy's mouth.

Worthy of the Scarlet Witch!

A smart lady will always inadvertently take care of the little thoughts of the little man in the family.

But Paliano shook his head, and very gracefully and pompously ruffled his long golden hair, and then looked at Murphy with the gentle gaze of a lover.

He explained with a smile:

"I'm not here for you, Trace, I'm here for the handsome Murphy, the flowers are just a reminiscence between old friends, and I have something important to talk to him about."

"Oh?"

Now the abnormal expression became Trissy.

The Scarlet Witch's eyes shifted strangely between Murphy, whose expression changed slightly, and Paliano, who was smiling.

Feed!

It's the middle of the night!

What are you two overly handsome single men going to talk about in private?

Although she knew that Paliano was not keen on chasing overly intimate friendships between people of the same sex, and that she was confident in Murphy's mind, there was no guarantee that there would be no strange sparks between the two guys.

"Let's talk about it here!"

Putting aside the wine glass and roses in her hand, Tracey said:

"I'm Murphy's Superior, and I'm qualified to sit in on everything about him."

"Of course, it's not something to be seen for."

Paliano snapped his fingers.

In the unique reverberation of psionic energy, those points of light turned into flying roses to create a luxurious chair made entirely of psionic energy for him, and he sat on it very decently and gestured for Murphy to sit down as well.

The latter shook his head, stood behind Triss and put his hand on Tracy's shoulder.

This action made Triss breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

Luckily, it doesn't seem like there's any hellish spark.

is worthy of little Murphy, smart enough and perceptive enough to know what to do so that the old woman in the family doesn't think cranky.

"It's about the Black Plague!"

The knight lord's expression became serious.

He said:

"This is actually the main purpose of my visit to Translasia, and theoretically to help you get rid of the fallen Salokdal.

Next, on behalf of Lord Pa Ying and the Knights of the Blood Alliance, I will travel to the capital of the Kingdom of Nordtov, the Fortress of the North Wind, then pass through the Frozen Bay and the Saxe Mountains to reach the White Cliffs, and finally cross the Greene Strait into the Fog Capital of the Plantagenet Kingdom.

I have been instructed by Lord Pa Ying to inform the leaders of every faction on the continent of the impending occurrence of the Fifth Black Plague, and to send elite legions to the Dark Mountains to support the defenses from the Brass Fort to the Barren Mountains, as required by the ancient 'Brass Covenant'.

Transencia was my first stop, but Salokdal was dead, so the order had to be accepted by the new lord of the land.

Refno Murphy Lesenbra!

As the lord of the area around Cadman City, I ask you to be prepared to face the Plague in the coming months!

Because of the special terrain of Translancia and its special position in the past few black plagues, you do not have to send soldiers to support the Brass Fort, but you must defend yourself locally to prevent the black plague from spreading to the core of the continent. ”

As Paliano described, Tracey's expression became more solemn and serious, and Murphy also showed a serious look.

Although he only has a vague idea of the term "black plague".

This is normal.

After all, the last time the Black Plague happened was 111 years ago, and to humans it was like a story of legend and mythology.

"The Blood Vulture Clan has just suffered a heavy blow! And the damn Ten Years War has dismembered the Portia Confederacy, and the Kingdom of Plantagenet and the Kingdom of Nordtov are about to be devoured by the East-West Kingdom! Little Paliano! You know very well what has happened here over the past few hundred years, the Second Night War and the Ten Years War have severely weakened the Blood Vulture Clan.

The traces of the Fourth Black Plague on this land have not even been completely erased, and those remote places are full of roaming gnolls and bandits.

We're long gone.

Now that Transencia has reached its weakest point in the last 400 years, it is impossible for us alone to defend the filthy swamp line.

We need help! ”

Tracey was unequivocal in her major affairs, she sat up straight and said to Paliano solemnly:

"It's not even a request! You must pass on my opinion to Lord Pa Ying, if he doesn't care, then this black plague will break through the Transasia region is a sure thing. ”

"I know, the Lord has adjusted this."

Paliano reached out and pressed it, signaling that Triss should not be nervous, and he explained:

"The instructions given to me by the Lord require me to meet the 'Wolf Maiden' and King Louis that the kingdoms of Nordov and Plantagenet must send a certain number of troops into southern Transnesia to help you defend against the Black Plague, and urge them to release the twenty-six thousand armed blood servants and vulture vampires captured in the previous war.

Since they have eaten the essence of the Portia Confederacy, which originally assumed the responsibility of defense, they must take on the responsibilities that the Portia Confederacy has assumed for the past hundreds of years! ”

Tracey breathed a sigh of relief.

But Murphy questioned:

"Would the kings of humanity really obey Lord Pa Ying's orders like this? I'm not questioning the authority of the Lord, but we're vampires, and they're human! ”

"When it comes to the Plague, they'll listen."

Paliano shook his head and said:

"Even if there is no request from the Lord, the two kings will surely send forces to support you. The reason is simple, if Transia, which is facing the Black Plague, falls, then their kingdom is the next place to suffer!

No one can be carved into such a catastrophe alone!

There is no country or force on this continent that can face the black plague alone, not even the Kastyan Kingdom of the elves and the Songhai Empire in the thousand-year-old yellow sand!

Of course, if they can learn from the mighty and mysterious ancient kingdom of Callum to build a miraculous dragon spine on the border, and fill the border defense line with a legion of millions of men.

I'm curious, though, Murphy.

Why do you question the Lord's influence in this matter?

The past four black plagues have been overcome with great difficulty under the leadership of Lord Pa Ying and the leaders of other clans. ”

The First Lord looked at Murphy suspiciously, and Tracey waved her hand and explained:

"Murphy was first embraced by me a year ago, when he was just an 18-year-old who didn't know anything, and he even thought of the Black Plague as a legendary story at the time. Humans have always been short-sighted, and you can't blame him for that. ”

"Hmm, is that so?"

Paliano nodded, and his gaze at Murphy brightened.

He lamented:

"One year to achieve such power! What a beautiful talent, and what a brilliant will! It seems that another supernatural genius like the Scarlet Witch will be born in my vampire race.

I am so fortunate to be able to witness this scene with my own eyes! ”

(End of chapter)