"What's wrong with you today? Why don't you give up? ”

In the administration of the Crimson Keep, in the small office that Archon Miriam had just moved into, Murphy, who had come to discuss with her the placement of the captives and the Northern ruffians who were about to return to Transnesia, frowned and said to Baroness Morland, who was a little distracted in front of her:

"Are you too tired these days? Or did the siege of the other day disturb the mind? I see that your face is very bad, why don't you give you two days off?

Or find Marianne to do a calming ceremony for you? ”

"Nothing, I just. A little flustered today. ”

Miriam rubbed her brows in confusion, and the red-haired girl, who always tried her best to keep herself energized, said:

"It's like something happened, but I can't tell if it has anything to do with me, and it's hard for me to describe the feeling. You don't have to worry.

I'll go to Avalon Sanctuary after work for a tranquilizer ceremony. ”

"That's good, you are now the core of the entire Translancian ruling system, and in terms of importance, you are even much more important than me, the lord."

Murphy smiled, then his expression became serious, and he said:

"What do you think of the idea I told you about? Is it enforceable? ”

"It's hard to say."

Miriam took a sip from her teacup, and she replied thoughtfully:

"It was already an established plan to let the gnolls captives build the road that Professor Chen had planned, and those barbarians had little power in the eyes of the natives, and even if they were exhausted, many of them would be applauded by the civilians.

But you're going a little too far to let the freed Blood Servants and aid soldiers from other countries work alongside the Gnolls.

You have to understand, Lord Murphy, blood servants are also human!

Many of them have relatives in the current Crimson Keep, and it doesn't matter if you don't let your family reunite, and if you fight for the Blood Vulture Clan and have to work as a coolie when you come back, it will seriously lower your image in the eyes of the people.

I think we'd better do it another way. ”

"They're the destabilizing factor, Miriam, and you know that very well."

Murphy pointed to the plan of the Cadman County on the table, which was personally produced by Old Chen, and said:

"We'll have to take the time to discern which of them are willing to submit to the new order we've established, the Blood Servants are a very extreme group of people, and you can't just put them back into your territory.

Besides, I'm not letting them do hard work all the time.

After the registration of their status and occupation, those who are skilled among them are given a job, and those who perform well in a week or half of work can also be given a new status.

Then there are the Northerners who were sent into Transnesia as supporters, and even Grand Duke Shani bluntly said that they were a bunch of scum who had been laid off, and that the generals of the Northerners were thrown into our territory as garbage, and I don't think you should have any optimistic expectations about their character.

I don't want to waste time on them with the manpower that Transncia is currently overstretched, they are here to support us, not to enjoy it.

Isn't building roads, bridges, and villages supporting?

I didn't throw them directly into the filthy swamp, digging trenches was already a shame for them. ”

"That's what I said"

Miriam also had a bit of a headache.

It was her first time dealing with such a complex situation, and she didn't really agree with Murphy's one-size-fits-all approach, but it seemed that she didn't have a better second way for now.

In the midst of the stalemate, the office door was pushed open, and Professor Malcolm walked in with a wad of papers, and he politely saluted Murphy, and then joined the discussion smoothly.

The professor was quick to offer his opinion.

He said to Murphy:

"You're on the right track, Lord Lord."

"But?"

Murphy asked rhetorically.

Professor Malcolm smiled, waved his hand, and said:

"Okay, but this method is really too crude, and I don't mean the inhumane part of the program, but it's a waste of labor to make them all into basic labor to repair.

It was enough for the rough work to be done by jackals and kobold captives.

The most trash scum has a more intelligent mind than the jackals, and they can create more value, especially in Transncia, where manpower is scarce.

I've just done a brief survey among the Blood Pact Knights, Witch Hunters, and Thorn Vampires, and I've seen that all three of them have praised the kind of large, easy-to-store 'grey tents' that come out of our camp.

It is not difficult to make this thing, maybe we can set up a processing plant near the collective farm you have planned, specializing in the production of similar supplies.

I think that once the Black Plague starts out, such supplies that are conducive to military operations will inevitably be in short supply.

It is more valuable for the hands of the ruffians to make tents than for them to dig and fill in the pits, not to mention that the system of punishment must have a priority.

If you let them do the coolies as soon as they start, how will they be punished for causing trouble?

You can't really kill them, can you?

You see, if you don't want to work, you go to work as a miner, if you want to make trouble, you go to build roads, and if you don't want to build roads in the safe rear, you throw them to dig trenches.

This kind of stepwise punishment is enough to scare most of the people who are not strong-willed, and the remaining thorns are the ones who can be killed as an example.

You've given them two chances, but they still don't appreciate it.

In this way, they have their own way of dying, and even if the Nordtov kingdom confronts them through diplomatic channels, we can respond very appropriately. ”

The professor of history put it bluntly:

"Violence is an extremely effective tool of rule, but if the meaning of punishment is used wisely, your rule will be more secure."

"Did you learn?"

Murphy glanced at Miriam, who was listening carefully to Miriam, who was still taking notes with his chin propped up in his hand, and he asked, and the Scarlet Archon rolled his eyes and said:

"Of course, I've been learning from Professor Malcolm that this system can also be used to receive captives and so-called 'supporters' from the Plantagenet Kingdom.

Why don't you promote Professor Malcolm to Archon? I really feel like I still haven't mastered the essence of the good stuff yet. ”

"It's not my original approach, either."

The middle-aged professor laughed, he patted his notebook and said:

"That's what I learned from talking to the camp directors, and they said it came from a model of management called a 'concentration camp.'

I'm just taking the essence and getting rid of the dross, after all, using people to make soap is so heretical that witch hunters can easily be burned at the stake when they hear it. ”

"I knew they were always going to do it."

Murphy pursed his lips and complained in his heart.

This is the main reason why he has so far not dared to hand over executive decision-making power to small players.

If you listen to their bad idea, if you really want those three old brothers to run the concentration camp, I'm afraid that in less than a month, what gas chambers and soap factories will be completed one after another.

The moral bottom line of small players is too abstract, and Murphy really doesn't dare to bet on it.

He feared that in a few years, the "canned gnolls" produced in Transncia would become popular on the mainland, and he would have to be branded as the "king of cannibals", after all, vampires had a bad reputation in this world.

After discussing this with Professor Malcolm and Miriam, Murphy left the Executive Yuan, intending to return to the Vulture Corridor to prepare the rewards to be distributed to the players in the future.

The gnolls' humiliating defeat at the Eldermar Hills has been a hot topic of conversation in Translasia lately, and the rout of the gnolls from there has spread fear everywhere, and even the gnolls in the county of Sico have begun to flee.

The guy who ran the farthest had already crossed the border and rushed into the Great Plain of Icy Bay and Kakhovka.

Based on the information that Refnor has been flying over the entire Translancia, Murphy's "Gnoll Plague" campaign is expected to come to an end within a week, and the number of gnolls in his territory is currently decreasing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

This made Murphy have to sigh at the wonder of such a creature as a gnoll.

Their intelligence allows them to understand defeat and fear and imagine the frenzied strangulation they will face next, but their intelligence provides them with a second option other than "escape", and coupled with the fact that the social organization is really stretched, they can only scatter in a hurry when they encounter the current situation.

That's a good thing.

The crumbling gnolls always screamed abstract words like "Murphy the vampire murderer has arrived", which was enough to spread Murphy's reputation effectively and quickly beyond Transnesia.

"It's another large amount of equipment and incentives to be subsidized, so who can withstand it if you can't get in and out?"

Murphy glanced at the individual and team points pools on the character interface, because the elite monsters killed in the raid on the camp of Kenpot also counted points, so the top ten in the individual list were each a few thousand points of madness.

The combined scores of the first-ranked cat brother and the second-ranked pomegranate sister exceeded fifteen thousand, and according to the calculation of ten points according to an elite jackal or kobold, these two guys were already stained with the blood of the jackals.

It is no exaggeration to praise a "bloody hand wolf slaughter".

And the Happy Stick Legion battle is also beginning to emerge, this guy's team of 30 people has forced the group score to 120,000 points, and the corpses of the jackals they hunted are estimated to be able to circle the Cadman Earl once or twice.

"The pool mode is a great thing!

As long as I can come up with enough rewards, the enthusiasm of the players can be ignited without limit, which is really a good way to effectively command the players. ”

Murphy sighed in his heart:

"Such an easy-to-use model must be promoted, the next stage is to increase the population in the territory as soon as possible, why not have another point pool? Give a point for each homeless person you find?

No, no, no, they can definitely give me a hundred thousand points of work.

Well, five homeless people. ”

The Vampire Lord rubbed his jaw to determine the next plan, and he ran to the family warehouse below the cloister to tap on the current storage of equipment, and then came to a terrifying conclusion!

Two more big events like this, and his Murphy's family in terms of equipment will be hollowed out! If you add in the cost of new players who are about to enter the game, Murphy will soon have no physical rewards to give them.

it!

Hire players to work without rewards? Isn't there a way to die?

No way!

We have to quickly find a way to open up sources and reduce expenditure!

A sense of urgency welled up in his heart, and Murphy frowned, suddenly thinking of the two family arsenals that the Blood Vulture Clan was said to have hidden in the north and south of Translancia.

He immediately rushed to Tracy's office, intending to ask his Grand Duke about this, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Tracy sneakily stuffing two strange large boxes into her luxurious psionic bag.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Trays's sneaky appearance, Murphy immediately raised his eyebrows and shouted, Tracy was startled, and with a shake of her thief's weak hand, a box slipped off the table and fell to the ground.

It slammed open, revealing a dark red set of protective leather armor housed in a black velvet backing.

Judging by the sophistication of its appearance, it is known that this is an extraordinary thing, and the gloves will reverberate in a reddish circle of light when they vibrate, and they are very high-grade psionic items at first glance.

"What is this?"

Murphy asked in surprise:

"Who sent it? Or did you find something powerful in some corner of the cloister? ”

"Well, it's a gift."

Tracey sighed and put the armor-filled box back on the table, reaching out to caress the delicate object with an appreciative gesture, and whispered:

"A gift delivered directly to Lady Leenia through an advanced psionic transfer technique thirty minutes ago."

"Gifts? Who sent it? ”

Murphy asked, and Tracey looked at him and said:

"Edward Spencer Gangero, have you forgotten? Lord Pa Ying asked Old Edward to send him a gift as a sign of 'temporary reconciliation' and thanked us for helping him rid him of the traitorous faction of the Wolf Venom Clan.

Here are two sets of inner armor made by old Edward himself.

One set is for me, and one is for you. ”

"Then why did you put both sets of clothes in your bag?"

Murphy squinted his eyes and said in a lengthened voice:

"Are you greedy even for my things? Trace, are you sure you're a descendant of desire, not greed? ”

"I'm just keeping it for you! Who wants to covet your stuff? ”

Triss slapped the table a little annoyed and said:

"Am I that kind of person? It's a waste of this kind of thing at your current level, you know? I'm going to wait until you're at the Silver Level to give it to you.

Old Edward is the top leathersmith in the mainland, and the protective gear he makes himself is the most top-class armor in any country.

The two sets we have in our hands are no exception.

Perhaps old Edward was reluctant to reconcile, but his dignity as a master craftsman did not allow him to give away shoddy things. ”

"It's because I'm still quite weak that I need a lot of self-defense, right?"

Murphy pursed his lips and stepped forward to open the box that belonged to him.

The set of neutral armor placed inside had seven parts, but in addition to its entirety, there was a fixed black staff sword next to it.

However, the tip of the cane is not the wolf head commonly used by the wolf venom clan, but is carved into a blood-colored vulture with wings ready to fly, but the vulture's head is shaped into a wolf's head.

This was obviously sent by old Edward, but it meant something provocative.

Sending weapons to a potential enemy?

Tsk, it really deserves to be an ancient, exquisite, decent!

Murphy picked up the black staff sword in his hand, and it was heavy in his hand, but the balance was perfect by the standards of a weapon, and he grasped the hilt of the Vulture as Tracey watched.

Fingers pressed the spring and pulled gently, a touch of cold light from the snow blade illuminated his eyes, the item identification opened, and the information label popped up:

Name: Beastly Deep Buried: Classic Wolf Poison Staff Sword

Quality: Seiko [Only] Domination

Traits: Extraordinary Swiftness, Extraordinary Sharpness, Extreme Smooth Split, Extreme Penetration, Wolf Plague

Special Effect: After the weapon is formed, it is tempered with the unique wilderness plague of the wolf venom clan, and all the lives damaged by this weapon will be contaminated with [wolf plague], causing the enemy's body to decay and destroy their spirit, and finally distort it into [Blood Ghoul].

This effect is considered a [Blight] and is difficult to dispel.

Requirements: This item is a xenomorphic psionic weapon, which requires specific skills to be used perfectly, requiring dexterity ≥ 20 and mind ≥ 17.

Maker: [Grand Duke of Wolf Venom] Edward Spencer Gangero

Item Description:

[The sword I used when I was young was called 'Greyclaw', and I named the clan of Korando after this sword, but now that Korando is dead, the sword represents something that has dissipated under midnight, and even it is no longer worth collecting.]

I reshaped it into its present form and gave it to the Destroyer of Colandor as a blessing to me as a victor.

Young junior, congratulations on adding to the old hatred with your own hands, turning the wheel of hatred to fill each other's eyes with coldness, and you and I both know that hatred will eventually end as every debt must be paid.

-

Edward Spencer Gangero. 】

"He's an ancient man of more than a thousand years old, and he has written a war letter to a junior who is one and a half years old, and I feel that he seems to be proud of finding an 'opponent'."

Murphy took the sword in his hand and turned back to Tracey and said:

"This old thing is really unseemly, isn't it?"

(End of chapter)