That night, Murphy received a message from Miriam.

She had completed three days of negotiations with the Treasury's representatives of the Nordtov Kingdom and signed a memorandum and a series of terms, and would leave for the Scarlet Keep after dinner tonight.

Murphy also expressed considerable satisfaction with this,

Miriam's red-haired guy is getting more and more comfortable with her role, and the illegitimate daughter of the village chief, who hated vampires at the beginning, can now serve as the representative of the vampire lord without any psychological barriers, and truly participate in the circle of "mainland politics", which used to be unattainable to her.

Compared with her progress, the performance of herself, Maxim and Adele in the field of "progress" during this period is indeed a bit sad.

So, is the legend true?

After becoming a vampire and being immortalized by Midnight, the human talent for astuteness and studious will be removed, and the other other's otherworldly races will be transformed into lazy and rotten beings?

It's no wonder that he has no interest in complex psionic knowledge, and after a long time, he changed races, and as a result, his learning ability was wasted.

Oh, it shouldn't be like this.

Murphy was a little sad, but he quickly picked himself up, and after reviewing the content of the tasks assigned to the young players by all the NPCs today, he began to patrol the territory at night.

The Dark Barony, which had just been cleaned up, was nothing to look at, and the situation of the Barony of Morland, which had been hunted by witch hunters, was also stable and improving, so Murphy went to the Barony of Lim.

He has no doubts about the enthusiasm of the young players to clean up the gnolls, and the resoluteness and seriousness of their work can be seen in the constantly refreshing individual standings.

An hour ago, Brother Cat, who is currently ranked first, has broken through 1300 points, and Sister Pomegranate, who is close behind, has also reached 1290 points.

A solid 10-point margin means that there must be some tacit agreement between the two guys.

But Murphy didn't care.

He only looks at the outcome, he doesn't care how the process goes, and the little players are free in this world, as long as they don't do things that can't be forgiven, Murphy doesn't plan to get too involved in their gaming careers.

However, this 1300 points is indeed a bit shocking.

With the current progress of the jackal hunt to the eleventh day, it means that Brother Cat has to kill an average of a hundred gnolls every day, of course, this is definitely not the case, his little players are more in hunting elites and black iron individuals with more points, but Rao is so this killing efficiency is still terrifying.

They don't have any decent thermal weapons in their hands except for Molotov cocktails, and they cut out this terrifying point with one knife at a time, and it can only be said that Brother Cat and Sister Pomegranate are really out-and-out "Cruel Choice".

But it doesn't seem to be particularly good for these two guys to always dominate.

Maybe you should introduce the "competition" mechanic in the next small player selection?

Murphy thought that maybe he could recruit some real "professionals", such as the three guys with suspected official backgrounds lurking on the forum

The introduction of official power certainly means risk.

But this 'risk' is not for Murphy, he believes that at worst, he will not be able to be enforced across the world, and the real risk will eventually be imposed on his own small players, which Murphy does not want to see.

Therefore, he should probably find a way to "contact" the authorities appropriately, and when they realize that this is just a "game", many misunderstandings will have the possibility of further consultation.

As for what to do next, Murphy didn't know.

He didn't want to waste his brain cells at this time, and he took one step at a time.

And the best thing about bringing in official power is that it will have a steady stream of "professionals" into its "talent pool", which is what "otherworldly pioneering" should look like, right?

For example, right now

The Vampire Lord flapped his wings and silently navigated the air, and in the darkness of the night below him stood several buildings that had been erected using the "mold-making method".

It was the residential quarters that Lao Chen, with the gray beaters and brick movers, had built for his five collective farms, all of which were boxy Khrushchev-style buildings, with no regard for aesthetics at all, only practicality.

The villagers who were relocated were able to live in tents like real medieval people, but they soon reached the living conditions of the twentieth century.

According to the daily reports submitted by civil servants in the Executive Yuan, it is estimated that the first residents of the "residential buildings" on the Scarlet Keep will be occupied in a few days.

For the time being, the resettlement of the five collective farms will be a little further and will not be completed until the end of the Gnoll hunt, at which point the administrative players will really begin their career as "village chiefs".

The first grain from the Palian Knight and her "Batassin Chamber of Commerce" has been delivered to the Crimson Keep, where it is distributed by the Administration to the Collective Farm.

The same labor points and rationing system as the former survivor camp, coupled with the curfew of militia patrols, made the overall order acceptable, but Murphy could still hear the uneasy voices below the farmstead.

The villagers here were forcibly relocated.

They had not "woed" with Murphy in the same way as the inhabitants of the Crimson Keep, and they were very uneasy about what the lord would do with them.

On this continent, in this era, these low-level residents live without dignity at all, and they can't care about thinking about that thing at all, after all, it's already hard to think about filling the stomachs of themselves and their families every day.

But.

This is a good thing for the lords.

In Murphy's opinion, as long as the foundation is low enough, then any little improvement will make the lords grateful to Dade.

If there's one lesson the Vampire Lord has learned over the years of his life in the rest of his life, it's that free things will never be cherished! Such as free breakfast, such as licking dog love.

He thinks his own executive players should probably learn that too.

"This is the 'Transia Demonstration Zone'."

Murphy spread his wings to fly higher, allowing Refno the Vulture to follow him.

He looked down at the five farmsteads lined up along the planned "main road" of the Barony of Lim, a small patch of neat land that looked out of place in the irregularity of the Transnesian land, but Old Chen had already begun to plan for the entire Cadman Earl.

Murphy was sure that the old professor would have designed his territory very beautifully.

It will be a beautiful landscape full of a sense of order and unity, and it will have a humanistic care that goes far beyond this era and the world.

That would be a solid rule from the grassroots, and that was Murphy's greatest source of confidence.

This is a dimensionality reduction blow from civilization to civilization.

The future of Translancia will be limitless thanks to the contribution of its own young players, of course, provided that he can lead them through this black disaster.

Ah, the Black Plague.

Just like a small player who wants to become a strong player has to break through the black iron trial, and if he wants to re-establish himself on the stage of the continent after being broken his backbone, then he will also have to pass this trial!

——

"It's so tiring to deal with these guys."

In the "town hall" of Batasin City, which had been renovated by the Chamber of Commerce, Archon Miriam, dressed in a red dress and with his head crossed, returned to his resting seat with a glass of wine.

She complained to Lady Parin, who was smiling and unusually satisfied:

"I really can't understand why these northerners have to read a few sour lines of poetry before drinking. His Excellency Andrei wrote much better poems than they did. ”

"It's their way of life, Mistress Miriam, and that's how you'll live for the rest of yours."

Lady Parlian shook her head and said:

"This circle has its own set of rules, and I find it troublesome, but you have to admit that these northerners are obviously more relaxed in this situation than the rhetoric at the negotiating table."

"I'm still not used to it."

Miriam pouted and said:

"If that's what the aristocracy is. No, it's not! After all, I haven't seen anything like this in Lady Triss or Lord Murphy. Those two were said to have been nobles before they became vampires? ”

"Well, it's not our job to talk about the little gossip of the superiors."

Lady Parlian grinned and said:

"Of course, I also think that my lord is different, in every way.

It's been a month since the Crimson Keep was erected, but our lord hasn't even held a single banquet in his castle other than a simple celebration, and Grand Duke Tris has no complaints about it.

This is clearly different from the rumored vampires who like luxury and socializing. ”

"So is there a possibility that Murphy didn't hold a drinking party because he and Tracey were poor, and there was no castle that could be used as a venue for the reception?"

Miriam said something witty, causing Lady Parlian to cover her mouth and chuckle.

Although her five big and three thick body made this action look full of awkwardness, with Lady Paryn's current status in Batasin, no blind guy would dare to run to accuse her.

While the two were talking, Professor Malcolm, who was also dressed very well and on a cane, also walked over with a glass of wine.

The professor is a man who has seen the world, and he has been on such occasions since he was in the port of Chardo.

Tonight's drinking party reminded him of the past, but it also overwhelmed the professor, who was no longer young.

He sat down beside Miriam, looked at his wife on the dance floor in front of him, who was dancing with a strong, bear-like representative of the North Yankees, and sighed:

"Funa seems to be enjoying the easy life of this long absence, and my wife, who has accumulated too much dissatisfaction, has just told me that she wants to live in Batasin, with her two children, in a better environment than the Crimson Keep."

"I welcome your wife to settle here, and I will arrange a safe and comfortable place for her and your children."

Mrs. Parryn said at once, but Professor Malcolm shook his head and said:

"I refused, so she was angry, so she danced in front of me with the rude Yankee who always mocked my legs and walking posture during the negotiations.

But don't worry.

It's just Funa's little emotions at work.

She is also a faculty member of the Chardo University of Artisans and will soon be Senior Secretary of the Administration Office.

So she knew why I was rejecting her.

Batasin City is good, your Chamber of Commerce has managed it quite well, and the resumption of commerce with the Nordov Kingdom is destined to make it prosperous again, however, the Crimson Keep needs us more than ever.

I also don't want my children to miss out on witnessing the birth of a city and a regime, and when they grow up, they will realize what a great spiritual treasure it is. ”

"You have always been so strict with yourself and your family, Professor, Ms. Funa has suffered for many years with you, and personally, it is actually normal for her to want to live an easy life."

Miriam whispered:

"Aren't you afraid that Ms. Funa will really be taken away by that North Yankee? He is a noble earl with a family territory, and it is said that his wife has just died, and this will be like a male bear in heat."

"I'll be an earl in the future, as long as I want."

Professor Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, and the scholar, who had seen the vicissitudes of the world, smiled a little lightly under the influence of alcohol, and said:

"Governor Murphy is a very generous ruler, and the best thing about it is that he knows how to make good use of people, and I even think that if I am willing to nod and become a member of the Blood Vulture Clan, he can even get me the title of Duke directly.

But we all know that those lavish titles have so far been just for everyone's own amusement.

Actually, there's another reason why I'm reluctant to leave the Crimson Keep.

I don't want to interrupt my studies. ”

"Academics?"

The two ladies almost choked on this reason.

They looked at the middle-aged professor in surprise, although in the academic circle of the mainland, Professor Malcolm could not be regarded as the real top in terms of fame or knowledge, but he was obviously destined to enter the court in the future with such knowledge at his age.

In the eyes of Miriam and Lady Parryn, they really couldn't imagine what Professor Malcolm could learn in the rebuilding ruins of the Crimson Keep?

The latter, taking a sip of wine, and under the gaze of his own students and his colleagues, said quite seriously:

"Yes, academics!

I'm learning from Master Murphy's warriors, who bring knowledge and very different histories, such as the little deal I made with the 'Water Lady' and 'Professor Chen'.

I'd pick a shop in town for that charming and wise lady and support the alien aesthetic and design she wanted to collect, and I'd try to collect as many books on architecture as I could for my old professors, and in exchange they would find time to teach me some of the history they both knew.

The descriptions of the two men are slightly different, but the comparison with each other allows me to see the real history that happened in the other world.

I may have been too reckless, and I have only just learned about the 'Homeric Epics' and the 'Princes of the Beacon Theatre'.

I hope my wife will forgive me, but the truth is, I really don't want to miss out on those wonderful and very charming epoch epics.

Can you imagine? Miriam.

That's more than 5,000 years of history, and they really happened in another world! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! It hurts me to miss it, even if it's a piece of historical material that can never be made public on this continent.

But it can still teach us many, many truths from it. ”

"For example?"

Miriam knew that the Adjutant Professor had been communicating with the young players about this, so she asked curiously, and Professor Malcolm glanced at her and whispered:

"For example, I finally realized what kind of kingdom Master Murphy wanted to build Transnicia, and he was more connected to his warriors, so he knew more than I did, and he learned more about the other world than I did.

I can't just summarize what Murphy's eyes look like in Transenia, but I have to admit that I'm already captivated by him.

I'm already fascinated by what the future holds for this land.

This will be the meeting place of two worlds and two civilizations!

It will undoubtedly become the center of the continent and the world! And I will be the recorder of this 'Epic of Transansia', and the changes I record will eventually become legends in the mouths of children in the passage of time, and elevate to myths experienced and recorded by mortals after you and I have died in history! ”

"Frankly, I think you're getting mad, maybe because you've had too much to drink tonight."

Miriam whispered:

"Some of my previous immature actions and words have caused Maxim to constantly call me a coward who wants to escape his homeland, but it seems to me that you have become too obsessed with history that does not belong to us.

You've gone too far on the 'betrayal of your hometown'.

After all, no matter how glorious the past is, it's someone else's."

"I prefer to call it 'assimilation' rather than betrayal, and that's just the beginning. We're all being assimilated, Miriam, you just don't feel it. ”

The middle-aged professor raised his glass and said with a relaxed expression:

But there's nothing to be ashamed of! The weak learn from the strong to be strong, and we already have a more wonderful example to emulate than the Plantagenet Kingdom, well, our warriors seem to be in trouble. ”

Miriam followed Professor Malcolm's gaze, and the warriors she had chosen as advisors were "harassed" by the ladies brought in by the Yankees on the edge of the party in their vulture costumes.

Young people are somewhat at a loss.

Obviously a vampire is still crimson with a green posture, and old cannons like Brother Meow and Yansang have gracefully invited two noble ladies with at least D+ to enter the dance floor.

Although they can't do anything, that doesn't stop the sluts from enjoying the "exoticism" that the game brings them.

As Murphy says, their lives here are free.

"Miriam, those kids"

Professor Malcolm looked at the "harassed" student party, and he laughed when he saw that the car with a beautiful face and the talent of a little milk dog was being caught between two girls.

He said:

"Each of them has enough knowledge to make them outstanding teaching assistants at Chardon Artisan University, but they always laugh at themselves as 'poor students', and in the past few days, they have inadvertently exposed their confusion about the future and their anxiety about competition.

Do you know what that means? ”

The professor asked, and Miriam thought for a moment as a student.

She then replied:

"This means that even if they are strong enough to crush the financial representatives of the Nordtov kingdom in the economic sphere with the so-called 'basics', they are mediocre people in their homeland

This also reflects the fact that their homeland is unimaginable in terms of knowledge transfer and talent education, and their general education has developed to a level that seems to me to be like a god.

But hungry people are not in the mood or energy to study, and they are still full-time students in their twenties, which is enough to prove that the world on their side has been freed from famine, war, and disease.

No!

It can even be said that they have overcome the malice of the world, and they have been able to dominate the vicissitudes of their world with their own will.

Ah, I can probably see where your previous terror came from.

I can't imagine what a heavenly world it must be. ”

"It is the crushing of the civilization level."

The professor bowed his head and drank a glass of wine, as if to get himself drunk on the night.

He whispered:

"I'm glad that this 'power' is in the hands of Lord Murphy alone, and he doesn't have the power to really open a door that connects the two worlds.

The future of Transencia is destined to be nothing short of great, Miriam.

This is the fate of the dragon descended on you, you have to keep learning, maybe in the future, you will become a pivotal figure in our history, maybe in the future, the two worlds will really come into contact, and you

You and Mistress Murphy will be our representatives!

You have to understand the magnitude of your responsibility, you can't even stop to breathe, I even feel a little sorry for you, kid, but I also feel honored for you, you will be my most outstanding student, you will be the pride of the Chardo Artisan University.

Not one of them! ”

(End of chapter)