Tracey and Murphy's relationship is now at a rather delicate point.

Murphy unreservedly expresses his desire to have an impure relationship with Tracy on the premise of a partner, but Tracy is always on the verge of leaving.

However, she didn't deliberately try to be a female sea king, but she was worried that her crazy past would cause trouble for Murphy, which was due to the protection of the eldest for the heir, although the blood contract between the two had long been dissolved.

But beyond this concern, Tracey is not averse to Murphy's occasional overly intimate movements.

As she herself said, she didn't hate her unusual offspring, and since she didn't explicitly reject Murphy's courtesy, some intimacy that didn't go beyond the boundaries was naturally acceptable.

In the office, Tracey let Murphy hold her waist from behind, sniffing the mysterious scent of wine and midnight bounty in her long hair, but her hands were unruly and did not stay where they should not go, really just in the delicate area between "gentleman" and "lewd".

This is also the limit that Tracey can accept at the moment, and if she goes down or up an inch, she will usher in a spiritual burst of pasty face.

The good news is that under Murphy's young vampire body is hidden a soul that is not immature, and the cunning social person knows very well the truth that "if you want to hurry, you can't reach it", and he doesn't just play with this feeling, he is serious enough, so he has enough patience.

Old men know that delicious rice cannot be eaten in large gulps, and it must be chewed slowly to have enough sweetness.

"You are serious, I will get down to business."

Tracey said helplessly.

"You say yours, I'll listen."

Murphy closed his eyes and gently rested his head on Trace's shoulder, his body swaying slightly, driving Tracey's body to move slowly around the office.

Like the graceful rhythm of dancing, he likes the feeling of manipulation, and even feels that he has a talent for micro-manipulation.

"Fimis's questioning in the Knights of the Blood Alliance went well, and Lord Pa Ying spent several days listening to everything that was happening in Cadman City, and carefully inquiring about the impact of the Ten Years' War on the Blood Vulture Clan, as well as the eternal silence of Salokdal and the current state of the clan.

Our plans for the future and the context of our development are known to the Lord. ”

Tracy reached out and placed Murphy's hand on her abdomen, and she moved her feet flexibly and gracefully to match Murphy's movements, and whispered:

"Phemis told me that although Lord Paimis did not explicitly inquire about it, it is very likely that he already knew the truth about his origins, and even I suspect that I and Sarlockdar and the other elders did not hide from Lord Phimes's eyes and ears when they stole the Seed of Life.

Frankly, it worries me a bit. ”

"Are you afraid that all this is being manipulated behind the back?"

Murphy Wen said:

"You think that the matter of Salokdal and Fiemis has always been in the eyes of the Lord, but he did not intervene to stop it, but acquiesced to Salokdal's madness. It wasn't until the last Grand Duke of Blood Vulture took the step of seeking subspace that he completely crossed the bottom line of Lord Pa Ying? ”

"Well, that's what I thought, and not even just guessing."

Tracey sighed, and said with a full of worry:

"From an unbiased point of view, Sarokdal's intention in creating the unique form of Fiemis is to try to accomplish the bold plan I had laid out for him, and we were trying to repair the natural flaws of vampires.

As you can see, Philimis can't have a new hug, but she can give birth to a new vampire in the same way that a human can give birth, and from that point on, Sarokdal and I have succeeded!

As the uncrowned king of the vampire race, I don't believe that Lord Pa Ying, who has lived from pre-epoch to the present, does not have this idea, he is the most accepted vampire leader of other civilizations, and he must want us to share this world peacefully with other races.

The appearance of Feimis represents such a possibility!

This is perhaps the main reason why Lord Pa Ying pretends to be stupid, and the Lord helps Fimis complete the final breakthrough of the power of the Black Iron Rank, and personally presides over her Silver Trial. ”

"Isn't that better?"

As if he had let go of all his burdens, Murphy responded in a lazy voice in Trace's ear:

"Lord Pa Ying accepted Phimes in this way, and also blocked the possibility that other people who might know about it threatened you and me with this matter, which also means that Lord Pa Ying forgave you for your crazy actions back then. Since Sarokdal is dead, you are the guardian of Phimis.

If you could get Phimes to give birth to a real vampire in childbirth, the Lord would be so happy that he would even reward us for it. ”

"So. Are you ready? ”

Tracey finally said why she came here tonight.

She stopped, turned to look at Murphy, and said in a very serious and serious tone:

"You're the best person I can find to marry and finish this with Femis. Not! ”

The Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture seriously suggested a possibility, but she didn't seem to realize that her words had angered Murphy.

Before she could finish speaking, the sudden burst of Murphy violently pressed the whole person against the wall, followed by a kiss.

But not gentlely.

It smells of brutality, punishment and opposition.

It is no exaggeration to say that Tracey even felt suffocation, and Murphy's always gentlemanly hand broke through the line for the first time, as if to leave a mark, so it extended her scar upwards, and made Tracey let out a low cry of pain in the kneading of her five fingers together.

"I can forgive you for saying something stupid that would hurt my feelings, my Trace."

After nearly a minute of rough kissing, Murphy whispered in the ear of a panting Trace:

"But if there is a next time, I will be quite angry and sad, Trace, will you make me sad? You know, I'm pretty conservative and traditional in this regard, and there's no need to mess around outside of you without that idea.

What do you think I told you before?

A stupid joke for a little boy? ”

"I'm just"

Looking at Murphy's eyes that had never been so disappointed and indifferent in front of her, Tracey's heart trembled, obviously she had enough strength to teach this little bastard a lesson here, but she looked away with a weak heart.

"Feimis has her destiny, and I promised her that she is free, that there is no one to dictate her life as badly as Sarlokdal, and that I don't care or care which unfortunate person her feelings will end up with.

But that could never be me. ”

Murphy took a step back, withdrew his less gentlemanly hand, and replied earnestly.

"Why?"

Tracey asked, as she sorted out her somewhat disheveled clothes:

"Obviously Fimis is also very cute, just like the dolls made by the halflings, don't your warriors also like her and give her the nickname 'Fu Loli'?"

Murphy didn't answer.

He leaned back on his desk, his eyes wandering up and down, admiring the appearance of Triss arranging her clothes with her crimson cheeks, he raised his left hand and rubbed his thumb against his fingertips, pursed his lips and smiled, and said:

"Cuteness is never worth mentioning in the face of sexiness, just as immaturity has no advantage in the face of maturity, which normal person would like to eat green fruits? Well, my tastes are normal. Ripe peaches are my love. ”

"Oh, no wonder you and Xia Ni had such a good chat."

Tracey's voice suddenly turned, and she whispered with a full reproach:

"It turns out that you like mature women, and you still call people 'Mrs. Shanny', so my little Murphy likes this tone?"

"Ahem"

Murphy suddenly realizes that he has fallen into the trap of the Scarlet Witch.

He realizes that tonight seems to be under his control, but it seems like Tris has been in charge from the start.

Scald!

Forgot this truth!

The so-called most clever hunters often appear as prey!

"Let's get down to business."

Murphy seriously changed the subject and said:

"Since Philemis is coming back soon, it's time for the trusteeship of the Under Armour Hills to end. It was her fiefdom, and she was supposed to be in charge of it, and I intended to assign Mary's group to her, and she would be in charge of the contact with the Plantagenet Kingdom.

Fiemis was raised by Salokdal as a leader, and I believe these things were not difficult for her. ”

"Hmph, man."

Tracey glanced at Murphy, but didn't answer at all.

She left the office with a bewitching stride in the cold posture expected of the Archduke of the Blood Vulture, and a weak-hearted Murphy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Tracey disappear.

Okay, okay.

He admits that Madame Shane is indeed the type he likes, but he is serious! Triss is his true daughter.

Nothing will change that.

Alas, I'm not in the mood to deal with the territory, so let's go out and see what the little sand sculpture players have done for him.

In this little sad moment of being "warned", it is still the cutest little players who can bring Murphy a little comfort in this cold night.

——

At noon the next day.

The time when the vampires hate the most, Marshal Loren's conversation is approaching.

It can be seen from the damn time chosen by the other party that the half-dwarf marshal is going to give Murphy a "dismount", and normal vampires are not to mention engaging in a verbal game at such a time, and it is already quite good to be able to stay awake.

The marshal counted everything!

However, even if he turned the abacus away, he couldn't imagine that Murphy was a different kind of "daywalker", which would make him not only energetic but also full of anger because of the events of last night, waiting to vent all this to his opponent in front of him in the exchange of words.

"Marshal Loren has a lot of taboos."

Thirty minutes before the telepathic meeting began, Major Fraser took the initiative to contact Murphy's core orb with the help of the Pioneer Fortress's psionic communication enhancement.

The foreign soldier would like to explain to Lord Murphy some of the details of his conversation with the marshal.

He reminded:

"Lord Murphy, the marshal is a soldier who pays a lot of attention to personal appearance, so please be sure to get your personal demeanor in order before you talk, but I know that you are a true gentleman, so I don't need to say much about this."

"Well, that's true."

Murphy sat expressionlessly in his office chair, letting Orchid and Reed carry a large box of "blood cosmetics" to powder his face.

The girl player took the task and came to make a cameo appearance as a "grooming assistant" to help Lord Murphy make up.

Lumina pinched the spatula to trim Murphy's sideburns, while Sister Pomegranate was behind him to trim the ends of his hair, curling his eyelashes by the way.

When it comes to makeup, there's no one more professional than them.

This is actually a helpless thing.

As a vampire, Murphy is handsome and elegant enough, but being too handsome isn't necessarily a good thing.

The contours of his face tend to be creamy and soft, which may make players feel like a spring breeze, but it is not a deterrent for a formal diplomatic negotiation.

Just as he once commented that the petite body and immature face of the eldest lady have no majesty in war, it is a reason.

As a lord of the land, Murphy had to be dignified.

Miriam and Lady Adele were also invited, and the two of them were still talking to each other about the lord's proper demeanor, while Triss watched the excitement with a wine bottle.

The coquettish face was full of schadenfreude.

In the voice of the communication orb, Major Fraser's reminder continued:

"Marshal Loren doesn't like red tape, especially when talking about business, and you should try to get as straight as possible so that you don't waste time on both sides. I have reported to the marshal's lieutenant about the appointment of you as acting governor by the kingdom of Nordov, and he promised that the marshal would have the necessary protocols to meet you. ”

"That's exactly how it should be."

Murphy replied with a grimace.

He couldn't move, as Reedy was pinching a vampire-specific eyelash cutter to smooth his eyelashes, but her unique gesture of using the tool made Murphy feel as if his little player wanted to gouge out his own eyes.

However, he also had to maintain the proper conduct of an NPC, and let Sister Pomegranate pinch the sharp razor at the back of his neck to trim the hair on the back of his neck.

Murphy's long hair is a bit cumbersome to take care of, but fortunately, he pays a lot of attention to personal hygiene, which makes the girl gamers like Murphy even more.

They chattered about their ideal type, and finally came to the unanimous conclusion that it would be nice to have Master Murphy seven points handsome.

After all, they can't control a handsome man like Lord Murphy.

This authentic and reliable evaluation made the corners of Murphy's mouth rise slightly, oops, it is still his own little players who can speak.

"The last and most important point."

Major Fraser hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice as he reminded:

"Because the half-dwarf blood is prone to some shameless discrimination in human society, Marshal Loren is very concerned about his height.

Be careful not to say the word 'short' in your conversation!

If you want this conversation to go well. ”

"I've heard about the dwarves' taboos in this regard, and I'm prepared, thank you for the reminder, Major Fraser, if this diplomatic note can be successfully completed, then you must have a part to do."

Murphy responded very decently, and hung up the communication after a few more words.

The girls are already picking out perfumes for Murphy.

Even though this thing didn't come in handy in psionic talks, they seemed to treat Murphy as their "model" and began to argue about how to make Murphy look more handsome and many.

In the end, it was the orchid who traveled the world who came up with a final solution.

She found a unique fragrance of light roses in the "blood cosmetics" provided by Lady Adele, sprayed Murphy on his body, and Sister Pomegranate finally draped Murphy's long hair over her shoulders in the most elegant and majestic way.

Everyone took a few steps back and admired their models as if they were working of art, while Miriam and Adele, who were watching, glanced at each other, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

These otherworldly ladies really have a hand!

After they dealt with it, Mistress Murphy really added a sense of elegance and majesty to the trademark gentleness.

Even Triss would hide her gaze at Murphy with the act of taking a sip of her drink.

Tsk, your own vision is awesome!

If you look for it casually on a snowy night, you can find such a handsome and loyal heir.

A few minutes later, everyone exited the office, and Tracy stayed behind as a psyker assistant, and after sensing the vibration of the marked psionic tunnel coming from afar, the Blood Vulture archduke waved his hand, and in the precise vibration of the scarlet psionic energy, the ultra-long-distance communication tunnel was opened.

A mirror-like curtain of light opened in front of both Marshal Loren and Lord Murphy at the same time.

Let the two see each other.

Murphy is in the office of the Vulture Corridor, while Marshal Loren appears to be on a moving steam train.

The former wore the classic ceremonial uniform of the Blood Vulture Clan, while the latter wore a marshal's uniform and a blue ribbon, and his delicate beard was clearly carefully tied.

One is majestic and elegant, the other is elegant and majestic.

Murphy smiled and was about to say hello, when the half-dwarf marshal over there suddenly asked:

"So, you're the one who stole my stuff? Why did you still wear makeup, like a sissy? ”

“？？？”

A hundred question marks suddenly rose in Murphy's heart.

Everyone is now a person with status, and you really took it out on this occasion to ask about the troubles of the past! Don't give face, right? Deliberately suppressed, right? Grab the first shot, huh? Engage in people's mentality, and come to find trouble, right?

Mouthful!

Then don't blame me for the color.

So, the next moment.

Murphy opened his mouth and said:

(End of chapter)