341.Chapter 339: 338 Murphy’s Self-Rewarded as “Pink Pussycat
Chapter 339 338. Murphy’s Self-Reward – For “Pink Cat Rabbit mk2” brother [1415].
Natalie gave the opportunity to become the Grail Knight of the Mother of the Forest to the Knight of Valander.
She did not make the decision in a flash, obviously the black hearted witch hunter also has her own thinking, after having confirmed that the grail used by the mountain people is from Avalon, Natalie is convinced that she has to find a way to make up for the persecution and misunderstanding of the old religion against the mountain people over the past few hundred years.
While it was true that drinking the holy water directly and becoming a Grail Knight of the Mother of the Forest, as suggested by Lord Murphy, was a rather simple and effective way to do so, going through Natalie’s hands to bring the mountain folk the first Grail Knight among them could have the same effect without disturbing her own career plans.
The various suggestions given by Kudel, a proper Grail Knight, proved to be very effective.
There were frequent visions as soon as the Knight of Valand drank a cup full of holy water.
First, a cool wind suddenly blew up and rustled the branches of the trees, and then there were large swathes of emerald green light that flew out from the quiet forest around them, like fireflies dotting the entire scene of the ancient ceremony.
In the mountain people’s exclamation of surprise, all kinds of animals from the woodland also have probed.
Especially a stag with large and magnificent sword-like antlers elegantly walks through the forest, it is possible that he was just walking and heard a ghostly movement in front of him so he probed to see, but this group of superstitious people regarded it as a sign of good luck and shouted and danced around the sword stag, making the handsome stag look helpless.
More changes were in store for Valander, though.
The already tall body of the Vulture Knight even swelled up like blowing air, making his height break through the appalling three meters in ten seconds, becoming a “giant” in the true sense of the word.
However, this is not something that the mountain people have difficulty understanding, they are close to this mountain forest Ice Bay will occasionally go there and Western Sahara barbarian tribes to do business, three meters high in humans is a miracle, however, in the barbarian tribes living in the bitter cold land is nothing.
The barbarian warriors over there as long as they can successfully live to adulthood, each and every one of them have this height and physique.
Because of this, in the northern border of Nordstorf Kingdom, the Western Sahara Wasteland, those groups of Western Sahara barbarian gangs that robbed homes, would become the most troublesome trouble for the northmen.
But the change in the Pale Rider’s physique was only the most insignificant symptom of the strange things that had happened to him. In the eyes of Sr. Eugene and Sister Marianne, who had a keen sense of natural psychic energy, the Knight of Wallander became a humanoid “psychic energy tank” in this instant.
Uncountable amounts of pure spiritual energy were constantly being integrated into his body, making his life force thicker, his strength exceeding its limits, his wounds being healed, and his soul being armed with faith from the gods.
“Although the Grail Knights’ use of power is vastly different from each other due to the different grails they use, there are some characteristics that we share.”
The other Grail Knight present, Kudel, was like a classic “live commentary” character, as he watched the Valander Knight’s stance grow stronger with every breath, and softly explained to the people around him:
“Grail Knights are born with an oath, and without breaking it, our resistance to swords and blunt weapons will be raised to such an extreme that ordinary weapons will no longer be able to harm us, and the erosion of our spirit by the power of evil and filth will also be completely canceled out.
As I was able to maintain my basic sanity after facing the call of subspace.
In addition, Grail Knights are endowed with certain marvelous gifts, such as my ability to sense all beings in need of help, and the similar power given to Valander Knights by the Mother of the Forest after they have taken their vows.
That is an extension of the oaths we hold.
This enhancement will not change the absolute strength of the Grail Knights, but each Grail Knight will be the hardest warrior to kill in the material world, and when we appear on the battlefield it means that the enemy’s nightmare will come.
They should indeed rejoice.
The fearless guardian of these mountains and forests has been born, and no more evil can cross the Cthulhu Knight to encroach on his people.”
“What a foolish choice, if it is Natalie who becomes the Grail Knight then it will be good for all of us.”
Murphy wasn’t very happy about this turn of events, but he could only accept the scene in front of him.
He whispered:
“Natalie could have transcended into sainthood with this opportunity, she could have become the true leader to take over Old Finok’s banner, but she gave it up with her own hands, and I have to think that her growth rate is still far from what Old Finok desires to see.
Her quest for ideals and justice has made her pedantic . Avalon won’t care about such trifles, and she will be a good girl for Avalon no matter which path she chooses.”
“I do think little Natalie made the right choice.”
Sister Marianne countered:
“Although we and the mountain people believe in the same deity, we are not on the same path as each other, and if Natalie were to abandon her faith just for the sake of power, she would only be a great disappointment to our god. This might also be a trial from Avalon
I was happy to see Natalie pass it.
WATCH!
The Oak Sacred Blade is celebrating Natalie as well.”
Following Sister Marianne’s finger, Natalie was pulling the Watcher out of the ground, and the holy blade was indeed much more active in her hands than it had been before, the inscriptions on the blade pulsing and streaming with light that did seem to be cheering for its wielder.
“But are you sure the sword is celebrating?”
Murphy spat:
“I’ve been told that sword has a foul mouth, I doubt it’s screaming that Natalie is a dumbass and an idiot too, I don’t think the odds are low.”
“Well, it’s certainly possible, the Lord Watcher has always been a man who doesn’t hide his extreme views of the world and always speaks his mind.”
Old Eugene shamelessly made a convenient remark for his own holy relic, and then grinned, this sincere person was having his eyes reddened and his heart pounding from witnessing the miracle bestowed by the God of Avalon, and he looked at the surrounding mountains and forests and said:
“Looks like we should build an Avalon sanctuary here.”
In the middle of the conversation, the transfer ceremony belonging to the Pale Vulture Knight slowly came to an end, and after the last wisp of emerald green wind wrapped around his body dissipated, a “power-enhanced” version of the Mountain Knight appeared in front of everyone’s eyes.
The winged cavalry armor on the Vulture Knight no longer fit, but the blessing from the Holy Grail allowed him to have a set of wooden armor that was very similar to Old Finok’s sacred oak armor, and with his giant-like figure he looked imposing, and even in his hand there was an additional two-handed war hammer made of emerald green vines.
This probably belongs to the category of “deity armament”.
Murphy quickly threw a scouting spell on it, and the information that came back opened his eyes:
Name: [Forest Saint] Valander ‘Vulture’ O’Foul
Rank: Level 30 – Silver Body – Chief
Occupation: Level 20 Heavy Winged Cavalry/Master Carpenter
Oathkeeper Profession: Level 1 Grail Knight [Heart of the Woods]
Status: Chalice Armament – Forest Wood Healing – Sacred Expedition – Purifying Power
Evaluation: extremely dangerous – friendly
“His Grail Knight faction is ‘Heart of the Woods’, but yours is just a ‘Classical Grail Knight’, so the difference between the two is more than just in the name I suppose?”
Murphy craned his head to look at Kudel as the Bailiff explained in a short tone:
“That’s the difference triggered by the different vow carriers, the proper name of my faction should be ‘Guardians of Justice’, it’s only because I was turned from a human into a vampire that caused some unspeakable changes to my vow.
But what is certain is that I am still an Oathkeeper.
The power of the Holy Grail still flows within me.
But this detection technique of yours that allows you to directly see through another person’s occupational faction is out of my expectation, your warriors seem to have the same ability?”
“Well, you can interpret it as ‘otherworldly blessing’.”
Murphy blinked, mystified:
“I can see through more than just your professions, these eyes of mine can see a lot of things that are hidden beneath the surface Well, little Sherron is coming over, she seems to have something to say to me.”
The vampire lord ended his conversation with Kudel as he put on a gentle smile to look at the approaching little Sherron.
You can’t tell, the small vampire dressed in the traditional clothing of the mountains and forests made her look like an elf in the woodlands, but Murphy’s expression changed a bit after Count Sheridan handed over something with both hands.
He looked at a pamphlet that was brought to his eyes, and he asked:
“What is this?”
“A roster of all the members of the mountain people tribes in the entire Sikor Woodlands.”
Sherron blinked his bloodshot eyes and told Murphy:
“We counted it on an ad hoc basis, and there may have been some oversights, but I think as a ruler, you should be able to understand what we mean by handing it over to you. It took me a great deal of effort to convince the stubborn elders, thanks perhaps to the threat of the coming Black Plague, that they too have their own channels to observe the changes throughout Transylvania. After seeing you and your Scarlet Fortress rout the Jackal Warlord, even the most stubborn of the mountain folk can comprehend the truth that lies before all.
That this land has a new master!
You are more powerful than any other vampire.
You are able to lead us on through the threat of the Black Plague, and even into an era of prosperity that has never been seen before.
Lord Murphy, it is not just the loyalty of the Sicorian Woodlands that I have to hand over to you, there is also a heavy responsibility, but I believe that you are different from all the monarchs that have existed in this land before.
Even if I am a faithless vampire, I have come to believe that this is fate’s guide.”
The expression of the always cheeky little Sherron as she uttered these words was very serious, proving that she was not conversing with Murphy in her personal capacity as Sandra Sherron Sicomair, but rather as Count Sicomair expressing the will of this mountainous land to Murphy.
Therefore Murphy’s posture also became serious.
He received the roster handed by Sherron with both hands, and he promised very seriously:
“I can’t guarantee that we will be able to survive the Black Plague, but I can swear to you that not a single enemy will set foot on your ancestral mountain forest before the Scarlet Fortress is engulfed by disaster.
Even if we all have to die in this disaster, I can confirm with a clear heart that I will die before you all!”
“Uh, I thought you would say something like we will win or something to inspire people.”
Little Earl Sherron squeezed his eyes.
But she then grinned:
“But such an overly truthful statement can be more convincing instead, so, Governor Murphy, the future of this mountain forest is entrusted to you.”
“Swish.”
The instant Sherron’s hand was withdrawn from the roster, a message that made the vampire governor jump almost in place with joy was immediately swiped on the character interface in front of Murphy’s eyes:
[Territory New Stronghold Acquisition Tip! The Transylvania Governor’s District has added a new subordinate administrative unit ‘Ancestral Woodland’, and the number of included colonies is 146!
The number of colonists included is 72,454.
Hints!
The Ancestral Woodland is a special administrative unit with a completely different management mode than the basic administrative unit of Transylvania, so it is recommended to appoint the appropriate administrator as soon as possible.
The currently available administrators are]
Murphy pressed on.
That 70,000 people inclusion tip was already enough for him to understand what a generous gift little Sherron had just given himself.
It meant that Murphy had an extra 724 player slots in an instant, allowing him to not have to worry about test slots being handed out for quite some time to come.
It made the vampire feel a heartfelt sense of satisfaction and joy that was second only to what he felt when he had led the players to victory over Salokdar and when he had confessed his love for Tris and had not been rejected, and it made Murphy feel that today was his lucky day, having been rewarded hard by fate when he hadn’t expected it at all.
Murphy let out a long breath as he looked at the smiling little Sherron in front of him, and handed the roster back to her again as the other looked on in surprise.
The Vampire Governor spoke softly:
“For the past many years, this woodland has been protected by the Sicomair family, and the mountain people have long since grown accustomed to living under your leadership.
While I claim control of all of Transylvania I have no intention of disturbing your simple but pleasant way of life.
Governing the mountain people is not the same as governing other people, and you are the best steward I could find.
Therefore, Lady Sherron, Earl of Sicor, I appoint you as ‘Leader of the Mountain People’ in my capacity as Governor of Transylvania, and ask that you continue to fulfill the duties and obligations of House Sicomair to the mountains of our ancestors.
Whatever you need to improve the lives of the lords under your command, you may apply to the Scarlet Castle and we will do our best to fulfill it.”
“Wow! You’re so generous in terms of power distribution, I’ve heard you say more than once that the only thing you need is victory, other than that everything is granted.
It was more or less an exaggeration when I first heard it, but I didn’t realize it was actually true.”
Little Yukaren spat out:
“If I had known this, I wouldn’t have had to painstakingly persuade those elders.”
“No, it’s still different.”
Murphy smiled, noticing the gesture of obvious relief from those mountain folk elders around him when he returned the roster to Sherron.
These unique breeds were truly out of place in the outside world, and it wasn’t just the administrators who would have a headache about how to house them in their new lives, but the mountain folk themselves were resistant to the changes in the outside world as well.
For now, at least, Transylvania’s growth is far from attractive enough to make these tradition-observant people leave their homeland.
“There are still a lot of mountain people displaced in the Sax region that has been occupied by the Kingdom of Goldfinch.”
Murphy said to young Sherron:
“There were three mountain folk wars during the Ten Years’ War, and King Louis’ thirst for domination forced many innocent people to be forced away from their homes, and the mountain forests of Xikor are connected to those of Saxe, so if it is possible, Little Sheren, I would like the mountain folk elders under your command to invite more homeless people to come and live in Transylvania.
I assure you that I will give them official status and sanctuary from the Scarlet Fortress, whether they wish to reside in the mountains or not.”
“That would be a bit difficult, especially with the Black Plague coming.”
Sherron said with some difficulty:
“Just because the mountain people are stubborn doesn’t mean they’re stupid, no one would come and settle in Transylvania, a place that will definitely be the front line of the war, at this time.
But if we can really fend off the jackals, then your promise will be attractive to those poor exiles in the Sax region, and I can convince the elders to send people across the border to recruit more compatriots.
The mountain folk still can’t live off their woodlands after all, and over a third of the Sax region’s woodlands have been destroyed, but if they did come over, you’d have over a hundred thousand more mouths to feed under your command in an instant, and can you really afford to feed that many people?”
“That’s all I need to be concerned about.”
Murphy reached out and placed his hand on the young Earl of Sheridan’s shoulder as he looked around at the woodlands that brought him surprises as he said:
“Such a thing as population, at this stage now, naturally more is better.”
He would have liked to discuss the population of mountain folk with Sheren a few more times, but a few seconds later, another new tip disrupted Murphy’s thoughts, this tip came from the small eastern city of Batasin in Transylvania:
[New Territorial Folk Acquisition Prompt! The city of Batasin, an administrative unit under the Governor’s District of Transylvania, has included 6,519 new territorial citizens!
“Huh!”
Murphy blinked in surprise:
“The armed blood servants repatriated by the Kingdom of Nordtorf have already entered my territory, ha, another 65 slots, it’s really a double blessing today, good! Bravo! I have been repeatedly whacked by life and my flesh has become strong and Q-bouncy, and after repeatedly abusing me a thousand times, this bitch of fate finally knows to feel sorry for me. I’ve been beaten repeatedly by life and my flesh has become strong and bouncy.
This is how I should be rewarded!
Reward me fiercely!”
(End of chapter)