Chapter 1 1 The matriarch has decided that it’s up to you to deliver the uh, ahem

Chapter 11. The patriarch has decided that it’s up to you to deliver . Uh, ahem, shoulder the burden!
Cadman City was as calm as ever today, although the clouds of war were approaching, considering that the damn war had been fought for almost ten years, the people who had long since gotten used to the rationing system said that their mood remained stable today.

What else can you do if you’re not stable?
Rebellion?
The vampire lords of the city had been waiting for them to do just that, hadn’t they? The bastards who were physically sucking the marrow out of their bones were worried that they didn’t have any good cannon fodder to send to the front, so naturally, the smart people couldn’t go along with them.

“Look, that poor vampire is back to rub the dole!”

“Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, keep it down，there are full of members of the Blood Vulture Clan.”

“What are you afraid of? I heard from my neighbor’s second uncle’s third cousin’s aunt next door who works as a restaurant cook in the city hall, that this kid and his elder are both famous ‘Blood Vulture Scrappers’, and I heard that they are just one step away from being kicked out of the clan, so what can he do if he hears?
The vampires themselves don’t even treat him well, and we poor bullied people have to give him a good face?”

“That is! The vampire came to steal relief from us civilians, shameless, the servants of the downtrodden knights who fled from the East Prussia side to receive the relief food know that they have to cover their faces! Unlike him, he has a big grin on his face, it’s a shame!”

“But you don’t say, this kid is quite handsome.”

“Nonsense, if he wasn’t handsome, would he have been picked up by the ‘money-grubbing Trish’? I heard that this kid used to be a white boy who charmed thousands of girls. Uh, he’s looking over, come on!
Smile!”

As Murphy who was in the crowd twisted his head, the group of people who were whispering immediately sent wonderful and fawning smiles in unison as if they were changing their faces.

Just like the respect and hypocrisy they had when they met the other members of the Blood Vulture Clan.

“Good morning, gossiping boring f**kers!”

Murphy returned their impeccably perfect smiles and greeted them in his native tongue.

Even though the other party was nodding and bowing in return seemed very relieved, it was actually quite pointless to keep bullying these otherworldly Joeyuks for not knowing a foreign language.

The main reason is that even if the game is fun to play for a month, Murphy is also a little bit numb.

But his shawl of black hair and black and white as if talking eyes, as well as neutralized face to see the crowd of big girls and small daughters-in-law one by one eyes bright, but unfortunately too white to the abnormal skin and eyes deep in a flash of blood but let them shy away.

Vampire.
Legendary extraordinary creatures.

Darkness class, day and night, always like to do some bad things such as captivity and tempering plus blood-sucking Play, resulting in their reputation in the whole continent is quite bad. However, this is the Transylvania region of the Portia Confederation, a territory held by the vampires, so they have a slightly better reputation here.

Well, by “slightly better”, I mean that the people don’t scold them and take out their pitchforks to greet them, but they still can’t avoid being gossiped about behind their backs like they were just now.

After all, the direct result of the Blood Vulture Clan’s deep cultivation in this region for over 400 years is that the number of ghost stories here is the highest in the continent, and the number of missing people in the vicinity of Cadman City alone can form a reinforcement battalion every year, under such circumstances, it would be a disaster if the general public and vampires could be in love with each other.

Murphy had gotten used to the whispers around him.

He ignored the good and bad gazes around him with the supreme demeanor expected of a vampire, and stood in line in a fairly law-abiding manner, not only waiting patiently, but even giving up a seat for a lady holding a hungry child.

This detail made a few people dressed as scholars in the crowd feel a little better about the young vampire, yet Murphy himself wondered what exactly was the use of getting their goodwill?

Emmm, first of all, regardless of whether it’s useful or not, if you can brush off the goodwill, consider it as a good deed first.

“Two type A relief rations, please.”

When it was his turn, he greatly spoke warmly to the soldier distributing the food in front of him, his manners were impeccable, even when receiving the relief food he acted as if he were entering the palace for an audience with the king.

The main theme was one of elegance.

However, the “king” in front of him had a dead face, and threw two rough packages to Murphy, not even bothering to look at him.

Even though the nameplate on the soldier’s body represents that he is a servant of a certain vampire, referred to as “blood servant”, theoretically he should respect all vampires.

Unfortunately, Murphy was clearly not on his “respect list”.

“Little Murphy, your ‘good times’ with Ms. Tris are coming to an end.”

Just as Murphy turned to leave, a sneer suddenly sounded like a whisper in his ear, and as he glanced back, the vampire sitting in the shadows behind him, overseeing the food distribution, gave him an appropriately hypocritical smile.

Murphy didn’t recognize this guy, after all, he had just “come over” a month ago.

Maybe there was information about him in his remaining memories, but Murphy didn’t bother looking for clues, all because his new identity was a bit awkward.

As the unexpected heir of Ms. Tris, the “famous invalid” of the Blood Wyvern Clan, who developed after a serious alcoholism accident, Murphy’s status in this family is really sad to hear and tearful to see.

In the one year since he became a vampire, this unlucky guy has only entered the “Blood Vulture Cloister” in Cadman City a handful of times, not to mention receiving invitations to parties from other members of his clan, and has no channel to contact other vampires at all.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the number of fat rats he’s seen in Tris’s dilapidated manor in the past month is more than the number of vampires he’s met.

But although Murphy is “living in seclusion”, he is actually quite famous in the Blood Vulture Clan, even the old blood servant in charge of sweeping the floor and emptying the toilet in the Blood Vulture Cloisters knows about him, after all, Murphy is the first ethnicity in the city of Cadman who has never given up on Ms. Tris, the “King of the Abolitionists”.

From the time he was transformed into a vampire to now, he has been living in Tris’s dilapidated courtyard for a year, and serves her as if she were a relative.

Such a tender story is quite a “legend” among the vampire clans, which are full of intrigue and violence, and its popularity has already been included in the “Seven Unbelievable Stories of Cadman City” and other strange stories.

“What do you mean?”

Murphy’s mouth didn’t move to maintain his demeanor, but his voice carried back to the shadowed vampire.

An onomatopoeia!

The most rudimentary use of the vampire’s innate dark psychic gift.

[Successful use of a low-level psionic skill increases dark psionic perception and manipulation proficiency, currently at “Beginner”.]

The moment he finished speaking in a voice, this line of prompts popped up in front of Murphy’s eyes, but he had already gotten used to this, and only once again lamented how difficult it was to improve this skill.

It’s been a month now, and he’s still at the beginner’s level.

“It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just wishing you a pleasant ‘trip’ coming up.”

That vampire returned with a subtle tone.

Probably because he felt that this kind of ridicule wasn’t flavorful enough he made another gesture, and the blood servant responsible for distributing the food immediately fawned and took three more packages of relief food and stuffed them into Murphy’s arms.

What is the meaning of this?
Murphy blinked his eyes, and without moving, he slightly bent down to say goodbye to his fellow clansman, who also perfunctorily returned a salute as an adherence to the Blood Vulture Clan’s family rules.

And on the way back to the manor, Murphy couldn’t help but think as he looked at the five packages of relief food in his arms:

“This means ‘eat enough to get on the road’? Nerve ah! I’m so low key and downtrodden that there are still people looking for me? These damn vampires really don’t want to be cleaned up!”

Spitting like this, he quickly slipped through the shadows of the wall and walked towards his own “manor”, but a line of prompts popped up in front of his eyes every 100 meters.

[Successfully completed a shadow walk, stealth-sneaking skill proficiency has increased, currently at “Skilled”].

Those who didn’t know thought that he was practicing his skills, but in reality, it was just a matter of necessity. After all, who would want to walk the wall like a thief if they could take the main road?
At this time it was nearly nine o’clock, the sun has become vicious, for vampires the most difficult time of the day is coming, in order to avoid being burned by the sun, Murphy who did not have the money to purchase expensive shade products can only pick the shadows to walk.

Normal vampires will not be in the sunshine activities, the darkness of the night is the beginning of their day of joy, but Murphy does not have this kind of extravagant habits.

On the one hand, it was the fact that his family was now poor and forced to live, and if he didn’t rush to collect food early in the morning, he and his scrappy mother, Zuni, would have to starve today. On the other hand, it was because the otherworldly soul inside him, a vampire, had a very stubborn routine.

When he first “came over”, he tried to go out by day and night out of curiosity, but the result was the same as a thirty year old man who had to spend the night in an internet café for three days to get over it.

I can stay up all night, but only a little bit.

“Ugh.”

Even though it was only early morning, Murphy sighed for the seventeenth time today.

He pushed open the iron gate of the “manor” with food in his arms, and as a result, he exerted too much force, letting the rusty and dilapidated iron gate clang like a clunk on the dusty and overgrown “garden” side, and the noise was too great to frighten three fat mice into escaping.

[Successful scene destruction, melee-physical attack skill proficiency increased, currently at “Beginner”].

The familiar prompt popped up once again, making Murphy tired for a while.

A small part of his entry-level melee skill was provided by this poor iron door in the past month, so why don’t you say thank you to Uncle Iron Door?

Murphy looked at this “manor” in front of him, which he has been living in for a month, from the mottled buildings, he could vaguely see the splendor of its heyday, it is a very classic “downtown hidden quiet” mansion, carefully arranged gardens throughout the entire nearly 1,000 square feet of the courtyard.

There is also a deep wine cellar and a soaring stargazer, and the main house is beautifully modeled and even adorned with statues of unknown deities.

Unfortunately, that was at least a century ago.

Now the manor house is an abandoned house to be demolished, a place not even a homeless person would come to visit, it is really hard to imagine that this would be the snail’s home of a vampire who claimed to have lived for 500 years and was a former elder.

“Ravenel Murphy Le Sombra!”

A cold call suddenly rang out from behind.

Murphy, who was lightly fitting the door, turned around to see a cloud of shadows converging in the shadow of the wall, and as the sound of bats spreading their wings echoed, the slender figure appeared before his eyes.

It was obviously a high level of psychic skill, but more important was the person in front of him.

It was a vampire dressed in flamboyant scarlet robes and holding a short cane, and one could tell by the elaborate insignia on his chest that this was a Blood Vulture Guard who took orders directly from the Matriarch.

They never appeared easily, and every time they went out, they would represent the will of His Excellency Salokdar Le Sombra, the Blood Vulture Clan Chief.

An ominous premonition immediately surfaced.

However, Murphy still saluted this compatriot with the most perfect manners, and the latter nodded coldly in response, while taking out a sealed up pocket made of velvet from his bosom and handing it to Murphy.

He said business-like:
“The war on the front line is urgent, the pioneering legions of the Kingdom of Canary Flower are already close to the border of the Transylvania region, war is about to descend on Cadman City, and every member of the Blood Vulture is expected to make a contribution to our territory.

This is your next task.

Deliver this Clan Chief’s secret order to the Midnight Hunters’ camp thirty miles east of Moorland Village, and you have three days to complete it!”

Murphy’s heart jumped as he took the bag and said softly:
“But, I’ve heard that the witch hunters of the Goldfinch Kingdom have already infiltrated that area .”

“That’s right.”

The Blood Vulture Guard nodded and explained:

“Those hounds under the command of the Tower of the Ring are conducting a tactical cover-up, which means you’ll have to venture past their roaming blockade at midnight.

But for a member of the noble Blood Vulture, the job is not difficult.”

“Hey, you’re talking about normal vampires with this ‘not difficult’ conclusion, right? You open your own two eyes properly for me! In addition to this vampire in front of you being exceptionally handsome, which bit of it can be linked to ‘normal’ ah?”

Murphy’s insides were roaring.

But on the surface, he took a deep breath, maintained an expression that was about to become taut, and said:

“I need armor and weapons, plus I need some helpers if I can.”

“Huh?”

These words made the patriarch’s own guard in front of him blink, he surveyed Murphy’s overly “simple” appearance and said in an odd tone:
“You look like you’ve been owned by the First for a while, but you still don’t have your own blood servant until now? You don’t even have your own armor or weapons. Wait, this is Tris’s manor? Your honored elder is that wasted um, former elder of Tris?
Well, then it’s no wonder.

I did hear some rumors about you in the Blood Wyvern Cloisters, and I had thought that they were just absurd jokes; after all, a Blood can’t be this miserable.”

After saying that, this vampire rather sympathetically reached out and patted Murphy on the shoulder, saying in a subtle tone:

“Looks like it hasn’t been easy for you either, kid.”

“Yeah, this is quite different from the vampire life I imagined.”

Murphy was really tensing up now.

He could put up with the sarcasm and malice of others, but at this moment the sympathetic look in the other’s eyes made him let out a long sigh, his face filled with sadness.

This scene made this patriarch’s own guards could not say anything more, so he sighed and said:

“Today at dusk at the time of your departure, there will be enough Blood Servants to bring what you need, in addition, if you can’t come back, there will also be other unlucky
Uh, I mean there will be other reliable people to take care of Elder Tris in your place.

So, be brave.”

After saying that he turned around and disappeared into the shadows as a flying bat, leaving Murphy, who was holding the quest item in his hand, standing in the same place.

“Is this a tacit admission that I’m already dead? Hey, can you guys take a few seconds to disguise your expressions and words when you send someone to their death?
Ch, it’s a good thing I’m hung up!”

He spat, then glanced habitually at the progress bar that occupied most of the area on the strange translucent interface in front of him:
[“Real Otherworld” beta administrator system installation package decompression progress: 99.87%, please wait patiently].

“After holding it back for a full month, the decompression will be completed this afternoon.”

Murphy bit his lip, and a heartfelt smile appeared on the face that always maintained an elegant posture that had formed a muscle memory.

He hummed as he bent down and cradled the relief food at hand in his arms, walking into the courtyard as he thought:
“When this golden finger of mine that reverses heaven and earth arrives, I’ll scatter all of you assholes, I’ve kept a small notebook of the guys who spoke out against me, this lord is not a generous person.

Hey, look at this good day ah, it’s still ahead.”

The new book on the road at a good time, collection of monthly votes quickly come to vote. If you don’t vote, I won’t. When will the handsome dog be able to come out of the woodwork?

Everyone young and old, big brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters Meng, the new book to come.

I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to get a good deal on this one, but I’m sure I’ll be able to get a good deal on this one.

(End of chapter)