The new "assistant curator", Ms. Trace, was soon led by her iron beetle assistant to the lower staff hall.

At a glance, she saw Murphy standing at the entrance of the hall meditating.

Despite his best efforts, the shock and distress in Murphy's expression could not hide from Trace's eyes, but despite the permission to be released from the psionic shackles and allow the psionic energy to return, the psionic master's body was still a little weakened by the "energy formatting".

But Tracey is really smart.

After obtaining permission, he actually got an automatic suspension wheelchair from the equipment room in the visitor hall through the communication with the iron beetle without a teacher, and sat on it happily Professor Cos.

She was clearly using the tech as a psionic object, moving forward and backward as her gestures changed.

Although the internal principles are completely different, in terms of this form of expression, this levitating wheelchair is no different from the psionic magic carpet.

"What's wrong with you? Murphy. ”

Tracey quickly rode her "new vehicle" to Murphy's side, she looked at her little boyfriend worriedly, and Murphy looked at Tracey with a subtle look.

The main thing is the "new clothes" worn by the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture.

This is the assistant curator's uniform she just got, a very high-tech silver-gray tone composed of a very neutral small suit and women's wide-edged pants, and a pair of very simple high heels on her feet.

I don't know what kind of thinking it was, but Tracy also got herself a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose, which made her suddenly transform from the mysterious posture of the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan to a very modern and even a futuristic urban woman.

Except for the pair of scarlet pupils hidden under the glasses, the Tracey in front of her was almost no different from the cold white-collar girls in Murphy's memory.

This refreshing costume change filled the vampire lord's eyes with appreciation.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze and spoke:

"Do you know what Salokdal did before he became a Bloodlord in this promising job?"

"Huh?"

Murphy's question made Tracey freeze in place.

She said in a strange tone:

"Salokdal and the other Ancients awoke from the land at the beginning of the Era, and since then, he has been the Grand Duke and Chief of the Blood Vulture Clan. As for what he was doing before that, I guess this question can only be answered by asking Lord Pa Ying, right? ”

"I know."

Murphy rubbed his eyebrows, climbed into Tracy's levitating wheelchair and huddled with her, and rested his head on Tracy's shoulder in a kind of overthought exhaustion.

After a few seconds, he whispered:

"Before he became Grand Duke, His Excellency Sarlokdal flew planes, no, it would be inaccurate to say that, he flew ships that could fly in the atmosphere.

He's the chief navigator of a place called 'Eden', and that sounds like a great thing.

No wonder someone can be a grand duke, this resume alone is amazing enough.

Also, our Patriarch of Sarokdal and the Elder of the Thorn Clan, Lady Oksana, are really husband and wife, and the two of them are the kind with certificates, and their love lives don't seem to be satisfactory and they often quarrel. ”

"Wait!"

Murphy's words were so misty that Tracy listened, and then the psionic power dominated a spirit, and she reached out to cover Murphy's mouth, and she asked, with wide eyes:

"If you didn't suddenly go crazy or make a nassarious Bloodline joke with me, that means you've discovered some secrets about the pre-epoch era in the Land of Creation? And the two Grand Dukes of Salokdal and Oksana are involved in this secret? ”

"Three!"

Murphy closed his eyes, adjusted the shock in his heart, and said:

"And the Mad Blooded Grand Duke Witt Fato, the previous director of the Land of Creation, to be pre-epoch, to be exact.

I don't think the Mad Blood Grand Duke, who has been sealed in the Land of the Holy Blood for a thousand years, is the same person he once was.

Just as Sarokdal is no longer the Chief Navigation Officer of the record, something must have happened in the mists of the alternate epochs, and it must have changed them forever, and the world forever. ”

"What else do you know? You say! Don't get appetizing! ”

Tracey was already stunned.

She really didn't expect her little Murphy to come back with such exciting news after going around the Land of Creation, she was eager to know more, but Murphy just shook his head and said:

"There is also the fact that the Jackals really have a 'strong claim' to the filthy swamp, Hogg's ancestors really worked here, although they are only security guards guarding the gates, but they are also real 'local households', and from this point of view, the grandson of the Biting Bone King does not need to give it any more, it already has a better background to use.

The King of Biting Bones almost completed the counter-killing of the civilization camp back then, but unfortunately the Creator did not love it.

There was no further information, and His Excellency Fato had left a letter to his successor, and that was all there was to it for.

But I kind of know where to look if we want to know more.

The Land of Origin, the Songhai Empire!

In the thousands of miles of yellow sand where the Creator is worshipped, there is a relic called the 'Creation Engine', and the information that can be obtained here points directly to that place.

That's an important part of the Creator's great plan for the world, and since we can't determine the exact location of the Eden at the moment, we can only go there and search for more information. ”

"That's hard, Murphy."

Tracey whispered:

"The Songhai people protect the Creator's ruins beyond your imagination, I almost became their reserve priest when I infiltrated the Moon Holy City, but I still don't have the qualifications to step into any of the Songhai people's holy places in the desert.

The Pharaoh's ship of the sun roamed the place day and night, and no individual strength seemed so weak in the face of a weapon that could destroy a city in an instant. ”

"But we have to go, Trace."

Murphy hugged his charming paper man wife after changing his clothes, and he whispered:

"If we want to figure out what really happened in the pre-epochal era, we have to go there, and we are far behind the twilight on this quest for the truth.

I have every reason to believe that the Doglegs of Twilight will do everything in their power to hinder us and destroy the information we can gather.

We'll have to go to the remnants of the Creation Engine, and of course, we'll have to do it after the Black Plague is over, well, open your mouth. ”

"Huh?"

Tracy looked at Murphy.

She reluctantly opened her mouth slightly, thinking that Murphy would take the opportunity to do something bad but did not, Murphy just took a crystal bottle from her bag, uncorked it and poured the liquid into Tracy's mouth.

The impact of the first entrance of the Fat House Water on the Psionic Master made her almost squirt the liquid out, but Murphy covered her mouth.

"Drink it, it's a good thing, the elixir I got from the gift of the Creator."

Murphy tricked Tracey by saying:

"It can give you the power to fight against subspace."

"I don't believe it! This thing almost numbs my tongue, where did you get it? Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Something wasn't right, there was a surge of power coming up, and I felt a little hot. ”

Triss slapped Murphy aggrievedly, about to ask for an explanation, but soon realized that there was a force in her body that was rushing up

"Hiccup~"

The Psionic Master hiccuped unseemly, but she did feel the unique power given to her by this "elixir", allowing her to be more determined in the face of subspace infestation and more keenly aware of the aura of subspace.

This made Trace's eyes light up, and she grabbed the crystal bottle in Murphy's hand and poured it down.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and said:

"The Creator's elixir tastes really strange, why is it sweet and sour and this damn bubble."

"How do I know?"

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:

"Maybe it's because the evil-eyed Creator likes to see us in disarray? Let's go, go out and run errands and come back. ”

"No, I haven't been around here yet."

Tracey shook her head and said:

"You may have missed some important information, and I must go into the heart of the Land of Creation to see it myself."

"When I tore the meat and took away the Gnoll Civilization Slate, I destroyed this place, you saw that this place was in shambles, I started the cleaning procedure, and it took 48 hours to clean it all up.

There are also facilities inside that are sealed and need to be cleaned before they can be opened. ”

Murphy explains:

"It takes time, and it's useless for you to stay here, go out with me to do something, and then I'll show you around the great design of the Creator, but I don't think you should get your hopes up too much.

This swamp ecoregion is not the core secret of the Creator, it is just the Creator's 'zoo'. ”

"Hey, don't talk about the Creator in that way! Is it okay to have at least a little respect? ”

Tracey grabbed Murphy's ear, and she said:

"That's a god!

Not to mention the zoo of the gods, even the toilets and toilets of the gods are holy relics, okay? Say, what are you going out for? ”

She fiddled with the lever of the levitating wheelchair like an old priest, letting it carry the two of them across the visitor hall to the entrance.

Murphy looked back at the hall as clean as new, he sighed, and whispered:

"Go and fulfill the task entrusted to me by my seniors, and take little Orr home.

You go and change back to your original clothes, I like your current outfit in every way, but it's a bit too shocking for young players to see it, and I don't plan to open it up as a new expansion anytime soon. ”

"Who? Who is Orr? Sounds like a woman? ”

——

Plague Town, uh, no, in the ruins of Wolf Castle, the kobolds of the Bloodpaw Clan are still working hard to clean it up.

Chief Hogg has issued the "Overwatch" quest to a group of newcomers, and now the casual players are toiling with their kobold laborers, their pockets filled with candles made by the small merchants of Transansia.

This is a unique "currency" that must be used when trading with kobolds.

Fueled by food and candles, the kobolds work hard, they are naturally good at digging, and their flying pickaxes can always easily break down various stones into small pieces that can be carried.

Kobolds have a very sensitive gift for stones.

Trained kobold miners can easily identify minerals from their caves, and this digging instinct is as natural as eating and drinking, and no other race can learn it.

Even the dwarves who are the best at mining have to admit that good kobold miners are always the best workers to work in the mines, so the kobolds will live in much better conditions than in other areas on dwarven territory.

The dwarves regularly select miners from the kobold clan to send them into their mines, and it is said that the brass dwarves have developed an expensive "eternal candle" for this purpose.

It was the most perfect gift a kobold could ever receive in his life, and only the old foremen who had served the dwarves for more than twenty years and had not hung up could have received such a reward.

The Transansians certainly don't have expensive perpetual candles to trade for kobolds, but that doesn't stop young players from using their imaginations.

For example, now, the artist in the Demon Bajie Guild is thinking about whether he can learn the crafts of another world and make bigger, more gorgeous and brighter candles in Transcia as a "treasure" to tempt kobolds?

"I'll tell you, there's a lot going on with this idea! Believe me! ”

The old brother was holding a revenant bone staff, dressed more and more darkly, and while he shook off his cool killing Matt, he said to Bo Gang and Ximu beside him:

"With a little time to prepare, I can make excellent candles to select high-quality minions and cannon fodder for our guild among the huge number of kobolds, and we can even teach the kobolds the secret techniques of tricksters to cultivate our own spellcaster power."

"! Sounds really funny. ”

The demon of the mountain, Bo Gang, patted the hairy shoulder, and he said loudly:

"So, can we brothers help?"

"Yes, although I can find information on the Internet, it is naturally better if there is a physical object."

Rubbing his chin, he said:

"Where are your brothers' boats now?"

"Tomorrow in Cyprus."

Nishiki Says:

"This is the last boat trip this year, and after this trip, I have to go home and rest, and I have to quarantine."

"Well, then search around Cyprus to see if there is a wax museum, find someone to ask about the process of making candles, and by the way, get some real things."

Mao Ah was talking energetically, when he suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed:

"! Flying wheelchair? ”

"Huh?"

A few men next to him suddenly turned around, and saw strange vehicles in the air slowly falling, landing on the ground of the ruins of Wolfsburg in a very smooth and agile manner in the faint blue light.

Then Mistress Murphy stood up from among them, along with Grand Duke Traces.

"What kind of flying wheelchair, it's obviously a suspended throne, okay?"

The boss of the Demon Eight Masters Collection, Curse Lan, snorted and said:

"What a high-profile thing you say seems to be worthless all of a sudden, that's Lord Murphy, a noble mainline NPC, how could he run out in a flying wheelchair?"

"But it does look like a wheelchair, and of course you can't say it's a throne."

I complained about it.

They were about to get close to Master Murphy, but they saw Master Murphy and Grand Duke Triss walking in the direction of the swamp serpent.

A group of people stopped suddenly.

There have been people trying to get close to the legendary creature for the past few days, but they have always been stopped by the witch hunters, and the swamp serpent has a bad temper, although it is badly injured, even activating the blindness on the gem scales is enough to make the little players drink a pot.

There is no way to avoid that high-level blindness, and once you get it, it will take at least twenty minutes to recover, which is simply torture for young players who have never experienced blindness.

"What is Master Murphy going to do? Is he going to execute this monster? ”

The scattered people gathered to probe their brains, and they were also discussing the final fate of this monster for the past few days, although the church of Avalon has been treating it, the giant snake is always not good and is probably going to die here.

"Lord Murphy, please don't come closer, the giant snake's mood is very unstable."

As Murphy approached, Lady Marianne burst out like a ghost, and she stopped:

"Legend has it that the creature is so intelligent that it knows that it was the vampires who lured it here, so it is hostile to all vampires."

"I know, trust me, I'm here to help it."

Murphy didn't heed Mama Marianne's warning.

He stubbornly stepped forward with his sword in hand, and as he approached the blood-stained swamp where the serpent was, Ningki Nanka, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, its black jewel-like eyes rolling to stare at Murphy.

A fierce hostility simmered in it, and the jewel-like scales of its body began to dance and glow.

It hates vampires.

Not just because the cunning vampires stole its eggs, but also because his own mate died at the hands of the vampires a thousand years ago.

Although there are still some warm memories in my memory, too long time has passed.

It was so long that it couldn't tell if the memories of the past really existed

"Orr."

Murphy called the name.

The serpent that was about to apply the Blindness Curse to the vampire was struck by lightning.

At the exclamation of the Avalon priests who were performing the purification next to it, the giant serpent, which had been seriously injured, suddenly struggled at this moment, causing its back wound, which had just had a tendency to heal, to tear open again, and poisonous blood was spilled everywhere.

He said that name!

It's a name that only you know!

Those warm memories are all true.

"Orr, be quiet, I'm here to take you home."

Murphy stepped forward under the serpent's emotionally fluctuating gaze, reached out and placed his hand on the serpent's huge head, which he was trying to lift, and whispered:

"I know when you were born, I know how you got along with Fato, I know you're always waiting for him to come back before the line you don't allow you to cross, it's been too long, but you remember.

I apologize to you for all that my warriors have done.

I know how to compensate you, and I will use the way you were born to help your children break through their shells again in this era.

Your people will multiply and grow again in the home that the Creator has prepared for you.

Orr, I have become the curator of the ecoregion, it is my duty to take care of you, I will heal you, I will awaken your companions.

It's time for you to go home. ”

Can the serpent understand Murphy's words?

It could be seen from its slowly calming down posture that it understood.

As Marianne said, legendary creatures possess great intelligence.

So, after a thousand years of solitary existence, the serpent Orr once again waited for its keeper.

It's the same blood, the same gentle voice and healing smile.

I just don't know, will Murphy leave it this time like his former "father"?

(End of chapter)