Chapter 235 234 Internal Conflicts and Foreign Interference have always been two generalizations.

Chapter 235 234.Internal contradictions and foreign interference have always been two concepts! [Requesting Monthly Tickets 910]

This battle was ultimately not fought.

On the one hand, Missy’s performance was quite strong, at this time it was the darkness of the night that made her combat power soar plus the alien ability of the Seed of Life in her body was manifested at the Silver rank, a certain unique extension of the power belonging to the God of Nature on earth perfectly counteracted the additions made by the Xicor Winged Cavalrymen in the mountains and forests.

On the other hand, the Blood Vulture Vampires came quickly.

The vast majority of terrain disturbances meant nothing to these guys who could fly supersonically under the night.

The rescued Thorn Clan also arrived later, but a few unlucky ones under Count Andre’s command were wounded, and the loyal servant Vesta was left there to take care of the wounded.

By the time the Earl of White Mountain arrived with his rapier in hand, the two sides had moved from swordsmanship to a not-so-peaceful conversation.

A waterfall of Blood Vulture members hovered in the air to cordon off the surrounding area, while the Winged Cavalry spread out in the forest on guard, leaving the space for conversation to the leaders of both sides.

The Earl of the White Mountains was decent enough and knew his way around, he didn’t ask to listen in or come closer, he just found a nice place to sit and rest under Adele’s watchful eye and took out his book of poetry to read.

In the center of the forest where this encounter took place, at the depression under the dawn, Missy leaned on her night-whistling staff and stared at the winged cavalry leader who had leapt from his high horse in front of her.

The latter stepped forward and removed his helmet when he was seven paces away from Missy, revealing the face of a rough, probably forty or fifty year old man, with short, white hair, a sharp gaze, and a standard country face with a beard, his eyes not quite so large but his features appearing very rugged.

The most unique feature was a high forehead.

This was the most obvious biological feature of the Western Sahara barbarians in the Ice Bay region, as for the rough face it was a common feature belonging to the mountain people, after understanding this, it was not difficult to understand why Old Eugene would spit out that Murphy’s warriors did not look like mountain people at all!
Where in this world is there a mountain folk as fine-skinned as them?

In front of him, this 2 meter 5 tall man, as strong as a bear, with every muscle on his body emanating an aura of wildness and violence, is the standard mountain folk, right?
However, the most striking thing about this guy in front of him was the scar on his face.

In these war-torn years, it’s normal to have a scar on the face, it’s the most “gentle” remembrance of the war inflicted on life, but a scar so big that it runs from the forehead across half of the face to the chin is not normal even in this era of killing people.

It must have been some kind of sharp blade that cut through the left eye, perhaps just short of gouging out his eyeball.

This guy really had a great life.

“Knight Colonel Valander Cthulhu O’Fol, Commander of the 2nd Winged Cavalry Wing of the Sicor! The last Winged Cavalry Commander.”

This commander looked up and down at Missy, who was only up to his waist in height, his gaze as fierce as a knife as he introduced himself:

“What is it that you, blood vulture vampire, have come to our ancestral lands to do?”

“To regain friendship.”

Missy said unperturbed:
“Back at the time of the First Black Plague, House Le Sombra and the Winged Cavalry Lords of House Sicomair were friends, a friendship that has lasted 400 years, and it will not be severed because of the threat of the Jackals, much less because of a war that lasted ten years for us to forget about each other.

Introduce yourself.

My name is Phimis!
Phimis Cecilia Le Sombra, Head of the Midnight Faction of the Blood Vulture Clan and Countess Andromeda of Transylvania.

I did not come here for provocation, much less war.”

“Friendship, what a beautiful word however, you blood eating vultures deserve to mention friendship?”

Missy’s words caused the Winged Cavalry Commander in front of her to let out a disdainful sneer as he spat rather vulgarly towards the side and said:
“Two years ago, when Sike City was besieged by the Pathfinder Legion, we sent seven brave knights to Cadman City with Count Sike’s plea for help! We held out in desperation for three months, but what did we wait for?
What did we wait for when the Golden Sparrow Kingdom’s shameless psychic plague canisters smashed into the city, when the skies of Cicco City were dyed dark green, when our people were dying and struggling on the brink of hell?
What did we wait for when Xike City was burned in a single fire, when a hundred-year foundation was collapsed?
It’s been two years!
Two whole years, my lady!
Your father ignored us as if we never existed, and our so-called ‘friendship’ made us feel as if we were fighting alongside a fantasy friend against a foreign enemy, from the confidence we had at the beginning, to the expectations and pleas in the middle of the journey, to the despair we felt at the end!
So why act so surprised?

Femis!
Of course I know who you are! The talented Onii-chan of the Blood Vulture Clan, right.”

Valander sneered and waved his hand as he said:
“However, anyone who speaks of ‘friendship’ in this great land is a laughing stock, and no words claiming to aid a friend are trustworthy. Now, take your so-called new lord’s orders and get out of our mountains!
The moment the monarch I served, Count Sicor, who was as tough as mountain rock, died in battle at Castle Pale Vulture, we had nothing more to do with you!
Perhaps your lord wants to take this land, he can try!

The arrogant dwarf across the street spent two years and cost the lives of countless warriors before he could set foot in these mountains, so what power can your lord summon to threaten us?”

“This…”

Phimis wasn’t annoyed.

Everything that had happened in Sicor City had given the colonel in front of her plenty of reason to be angry and refuse to communicate, but luckily for her, her mission was to find the Sicor Winged Cavalry, and she had accomplished that.

The next trouble wasn’t hers, so she’d leave it to Murphy’s headache.

“Let someone special talk to you, I’ve never been very good at juggling words.”

Missy tossed an arithmetic pearl over rather easily, then spread her wings and lifted into the air to hover again in a delicate position two heads above the knight in front of her, politely bending her head to the pale vulture knight in front of her to take her leave.

Within a few minutes, all the vampires had retreated.

Without even a moment’s hesitation.

This kind of behavior not to mention Valander Knight, his subordinates were all wide-eyed.

Huh?
Have these midnight rats of the Blood Vulture Clan changed their temper?
When have I ever seen them give up something they’ve been eyeing so easily?

The Vulture Knight did not immediately mount his horse and leave, instead, he stood in this mountain forest sheltered by his ancestors, feeling the movement of the cold wind originating from the Icy Bay blowing through this woodland as dawn approached. The wind, mixed with the cold, refreshed his heart, while the call of the distant mountains of the Sax region, which he could never return to, remained hidden in his heart and refused to be quelled.

The history behind their people was complex and could not be explained in a sentence or two.

But what was certain was that their homeland was much more than this Count Seacor territory in northern Transylvania.

Valander played with the arithmetic pearl in his hand, although Transylvania was a closed land, he had also been a member of the nobility of this land, and he was naturally aware of these gadgets invented by the halflings.

The sturdy bear-like fellow took out a snuff bottle and sniffed it hard under his nostrils, giving his beard a touch of gray and yellow before the sturdy knight made up his mind.

He activated the arithmetic pearl.

Soon, a communication request vibrated in his hand.

“Hello, friend on the other side.”

Murphy’s gentle voice resounded on the Operational Treasure Pearl amidst the phenomenon of psychic energy resonance across space as he said:
“To briefly introduce myself, my name is Murphy, and I am the Governor of Transylvania, jointly recognized by the Kingdom of Canary Blossom and the Kingdom of Nordtorf, as well as the Blood Vulture Clan, as well as the Earl of Cadman of the Blood Vulture Clan. I myself am a vampire, and Phymis, who you must have berated a bit earlier, is my companion.

I must say that your anger is directed at the wrong person.

But that is not the point.

I’m going to take a little of your time to discuss two things with you, and rest assured, it won’t take more than five minutes.”

“You don’t look like a vampire.”

The Pale Rider sneered:

“Rather, you look like a pussy hiding in the distance! Too afraid to even come and meet us in person?”

“Well, provocation! A very useful way of negotiating, but you clearly haven’t grasped the essence of it; you have to make your points and demands first, then use your various methods to reach them.”

Completely unprovoked, Murphy said:
“A real decision maker shouldn’t be so reckless, and you’ve been at a standoff with the Pathfinder Legion in the mountains for two whole years, power alone can’t do that, you also have to have wisdom to push behind it, so I can tell you shouldn’t be the leader of the last of the Winged Cavalrymen.

Or rather, you are just the commander of the army.

Okay.

Please convey my next words to your sovereign, Knight!
This is important to you and to us.

You shouldn’t have the authority to reject another lord’s initiative on behalf of your monarch, so listen next.”

The vampire tapped the table over there as he spoke in a hushed voice: “First of all, the Black Plague is coming, and it won’t be more than five and a half months at the most! This has been confirmed by the Knights of the Blood League, and if you still have a window of observation to the outside world, you should have noticed that both the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow and the Northerners of Nordtorf have already begun preparations.

An operation of this magnitude cannot be faked.

It is because of the Black Plague that the Confederacy of Portia was founded, and all who live in this great land owe an ancient and sacred duty to the Black Plague! I do not care what you think of this new regime of mine, much less what you have to say about my claim to rule all of Transylvania.

I simply tell you this!
You are defending your homelands and mountains, but if you do not act quickly, you will soon have no homelands to defend.

That’s what I’m saying.

Also I’m in the process of eliminating the local jackal banditry in my territory, and the next step is to crush the jackal warlord Ken Potter that has risen there in the Andromeda Hills.

If you are interested I would welcome the mighty winged cavalry to step into battle with me and fulfill our ancient mission.”

At this, the Pale Knight said nothing, but the female knight beside him, who was only a head below him and equally robust and rugged, had already taken out her notebook to write down this important news.

As for why the Vulture Knight himself didn’t take notes .
It wasn’t because he was condescending, but because he couldn’t read.

Well, who said that a powerful knight had to be both literate and skilled in martial arts? Do you have to be able to write poetry on the fly to be worthy of being called a knight?

For the two subhuman races, the mountain folk and the barbarians, the biggest commonality between them is that they don’t see writing and learning as a necessity in life, and they have the overly strong strength to make sure they follow through with their life choices.

After all, even the best poetry can hardly soothe a raw face when faced with a fist the size of a casserole dish.

“You didn’t refuse or continue to insult me, that’s a good start.”

Murphy gave a chuckle from across the room and said:
“The next thing is the second thing, which is actually sort of a continuation of the first thing, I would like to ask Earl Cicco, who is now in command of you, to come to the Scarlet Castle to meet with me and discuss the division of power in the Transylvania region.

I am the governor.

But I do not deny Count Sicco the right to continue to hold his power, and that, again, is part of the ancient agreement.

Of course, I understand you have concerns, so it’s fine for me to go over there.

The time, the place are all up to you, and I can show my goodwill by doing so.

But it may need to be a bit later, I have to settle the Jackals in the Kadman Territory and the Andaman Hills first, no later than two . Well, a month and a half!”

“No way!”

The Pale Knight finally spoke up, saying:
“You simply don’t have that many soldiers to be able to exterminate the Jackals on the two Earldomes in a month and a half, those dogs simply grow when they see the wind, there’s no way to kill them all, and the entire order of Transylvania has long since collapsed.

No more of your Bloodservants to exterminate them, it will only swell the Jackal population even more.”

“Oh, then why don’t we make a bet.”

Murphy said with a very frank smile:
“If we settle the Jackals within a month and a half, you and your monarch will come to my place, if we don’t settle it, that means my lovely Scarlet Fortress will be besieged and exterminated by the Jackals.

Naturally, you will not have to worry about an offer from an uninformed and unsuspecting Governor-General, His Excellency.

You see, this offer carries no risk for you all, right?”

The Knight of Valande exchanged a glance with his wife, who shook her head at him, and he was immediately about to reject the childish offer, but then he heard Murphy say to him:

“There’s one more small thing, I asked for the production lines of the city of Sicor back from the Capet family in the Anjou region, the ones they took from your city in the first place, and perhaps in a little while, those lines will be returned.

I don’t have a good place to put them at the moment.

I mean, if your monarch is interested in that, we can totally talk.”

“That’s Lord Earl’s ancestral property!”

The loyal knight chided:

“You can’t privately possess it!”

“Then come and talk to me, after all, it cost me a lot to get back those things that were lost at your hands, I can’t afford to lose money.”

Murphy said warmly:
“You know where to find me, so be it, I am looking forward to my meeting with Count Syco. Good night, gentlemen.”

“Ding.”

He cuts off the communication without giving the Pale Rider any more room to maneuver.

Without any hesitation, the tall knight gave a whistle to summon his warhorse and rolled onto it, disappearing with his knights into the mountains and forests that had been blessed by his ancestors.

In the office of the Blood Wyvern Cloister, Murphy put down the core jewel with a smile on his face and said to Miriam, the Scarlet Consul, who was sitting across from him:

“It’s done, it’s safe to assume that the legacy of Earl Sicco has not been broken, and the Winged Cavalry still have their masters, which means that you can start preparing for the negotiations with them.”

“But my head is spinning!”

The Scarlet Consul slumped on the table and covered her head in a pose as she wailed sadly:
“Just this half a month’s time I’ve started to lose my hair, the emissaries from the Ministry of Finance of the Nordoff Kingdom have already arrived at Batasin City, and I still have to go over there in person to talk to them about the deal in passing to accept the prisoners they’ve sent back.

But I don’t know anything about that economic theory you proposed, I tried my hardest to understand it but I’m really not cut out for it, I didn’t inherit my mother’s talent in business at all, and all this knowledge from the otherworld is really obscure and complicated”

“You can pick a few people to take there.”

Murphy said facetiously to his consul:

“I have financial professionals among my warriors, I’ll have them act as negotiation consultants to advise you and act as your escorts in the meantime.”

“Uh-huh, that’s a good one!”

Miriam nodded repeatedly, but then heard Murphy say to her:
“But the rewards for this mission will have to come out of your own pocket, it’s your private mission now, that’s reasonable, right?”

Miriam’s face became bitter again.

She still had to think quickly about what to take as a reward for the otherworldly warriors, she couldn’t just take money, right?

That would be too insulting.

But soon, Miriam had a good idea, she remembered that Murphy had given every important person in Scarlet Fortress the privilege of selecting “warriors”, and she only had three warriors, so perhaps she could use this unique title as a reward.

In addition, the Hammer Guard in her hand seemed to be highly sought after by the warriors, and she had already received the drawing from Sister Marianne, so it seemed that this rare weapon drawing could also be used as a reward?
She was about to get up to say goodbye when she heard a soft ding from Murphy’s communication jewel, which signified that a communication request had been triggered.

Murphy was surprised as he picked up the pearl and glanced at it, connecting it, and then the voice of the Pale Vulture Knight rang out from it.

This time it took on a touch of low tone as that mountain folk knight said:

“Count Siko thanks you for the reminder, Your Excellency Count Cadman, she asked me to report an important matter to you to serve as a basis for both of us to rebuild mutual trust, the Wolfsbane Clan has entered Transylvania!

This is the information we have tortured from the Blood Vulture renegades hiding in our mountains and forests, the vanguard of the Wolfsbane Clan’s re-entry into the continent, known as the ‘Grey Claw’ faction, led by a vampire named ‘Corandor’.

They were now hiding in the Andromeda Hills.

Combined with the news you sent earlier, the Count believes that that jackal warlord that suddenly rose up over there is likely to be related to them, so you guys need to be careful, it’s not a mere coincidence.”

(End of chapter)