Chapter 115 114 on the Black Plague [5460]

Chapter 115 114…About the Black Plague [5460]

When Murphy found Tris, the latter had just come out of the tent where the wounded were housed.

As a Spirit Energy Master, although she had lost her power, and although she favored specializing in the more aggressive Dark Spirit Energy, Tris was no stranger to healing spell casting techniques, and at the very least, one person could still do it by throwing in a few Spirit Energy Recovery.

She always had her own things to keep busy with, and Murphy never interfered much with Tris’s daily life.

But this time Tris was not in a very good state.

She always rubbed her forehead when she walked, and her face was a bit paler than usual.

Murphy knew what it was.

He stepped forward to support Tris and asked softly:
“Has Salokdar’s death weakened you? I know that the departure of an honored elder has always given the heir untold pain in the blood contract, what a damned fellow, he’s dead and yet he’s still tormenting you.”

“You’re overthinking it, I just haven’t had a drink tonight, plus I have a bit of a headache from overusing my brain just now.”

Tris rolled her eyes and grunted, reaching up to touch the wound on her neck and said:
“I lost all my blood essence over a hundred years ago, and other than still having the life traits of a vampire, I’m not much different from a more powerful regular person. I think I probably unintentionally cracked the second solution to the bloodline contract that has plagued vampires for a thousand years.”

Lord Scarlet Witch played with the braid on her chest and joked in a slightly flirtatious manner:
“As long as you make yourself weak enough, then the pain of your venerable elder’s departure can no longer affect you, assuming that it would be better if you endured a more painful experience than this thing every day. Such a little bit of pain with relief in its bitterness is just enough to serve as a surprise spice for a boring life at some point.”

Murphy bristled and helped Tris back to her tent taking the initiative to open another bottle of wine and pour a glass for her, surrounding the glass with cold death psychic energy to let the wine cool down before handing it to Tris’s mouth and saying:

“Don’t hold back it actually still hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Can’t you stop poking at my pretense of panache? Little Murphy, you’re so annoying when you’re being clever!”

Tris sighed taking the glass and taking a drink followed by a boozy harrumph and handing it back, knocking on her chair and saying:
“Another drink, this time with more ice.”

“Drinking too much before bed is not a good habit.”

Murphy spat routinely, pouring her another glass.

This time bringing more death aura energy together in the palm of her hand, causing the drink to begin to emit a chilling aura.

Tris watched the scene with her chin propped up, and as Murphy turned back she suddenly asked:
“You drank the Blood of Origins?”

“How did you know? I thought no one would know the secret.”

The handsome young vampire didn’t deny it; he could never lie in front of Tris.

He looked at Tris curiously in anticipation of an answer while the Lord Scarlet Witch let out a quirky chuckle touched his lips again and said slightly wistfully:
“That ancient blood filled with spiritual energy and power tastes good, doesn’t it? It seems like the last time I tasted it was over two hundred years ago, when the miserly Salokdar gave us each a cup to strengthen our powers under midnight only when we went forth to steal the Seed of Life.

Unfortunately the bastard put something in it that made it no longer have the ability to break the bloodline contract.

He didn’t dare give me my freedom, he was scared to death of who I was back then!

Now that I think about it, that scene back then was as obscure as a bracing wine, so that I didn’t even have time to savor its wonderful taste.

Together went seventeen elders, finally only came back to me and him two, the decline of the blood vulture clan also began from that night, we drained the potential of the clan and high-end power, only in exchange for a possibility, and that in more than two hundred years ago planted the seed, such as the fate of the rhythm of the push, finally tonight for the blood vulture to bring the complete and utter destruction.

But that’s precisely why I’m quite familiar with the power enhancement that drinking the Blood of Origins would bring to the vampires.

Little Murphy, now that you have made up for the gifts and powers I failed to give you, your wings are hard enough that you might be able to soar the heavens on your own, instead of being stuck in the hellhole that is Transylvania.”

“I can, but that doesn’t mean I want to, I don’t want that many choices because that would mean I would only be able to choose one thing out of them but have to give up more, choices aren’t a good thing and we don’t need too many of them.”

Murphy said as he brought the wine, which had floated out of the ice, to Tris:

“I’m still needed here! You still need me, so far away to see the world and all that comes after that, I have a gift for you.”

He was about to take out the mechanical code box containing Salokdar’s heart, but as his hand rested on the psionic pouch at his waist he suddenly stood up straight and looked out of the tent.

Another fellow was seen coming this way in the sky in the vision shared by the blood-eating spirit vulture Revlono.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, His Excellency Palano, the First Knight Lord of the Blood League Knights, who had finished freshening up to remove the traces of the battle and return to his handsome and dashing self, appeared in front of Murphy and Tris in a very suave and elegant manner under the reflection of the moonlight that was tinged with a purple glow.

This flirtatious guy was wearing a silver-white slimming robe, with a huge silver moon embroidery on the back, which seemed to be elf style “home clothes”, and in his hand, he was holding a large bunch of red and black roses.

Obviously, he also came to deliver something.

Murphy’s face immediately became ugly.

It was the middle of the night!
What does a big man like you want to run to Tris’s tent with tawdry roses? Didn’t we have a deal in the collapsed corridor before? You’re an ungrateful man, you’re a sneak attacker, aren’t you?
But he was actually overthinking it.

Lord Paranor was a very gentlemanly vampire, and he was not here to express some delicate feelings to Tris, but simply to celebrate her “freedom” as an old friend.

“Ah, Scarlet Witch of the Midnight Flame, my former muse, I am grateful to see that you have finally escaped the contractual bonds of an ambitious and insane man, blessed as you are by the Midnight Blessing.

From this night forward, there will be no one to prevent you from enjoying your own freedom that does not come easily.”

Paranor reached up and ruffled his long blonde hair that curled like a lion’s mane, giving off a light scent of men’s perfume, and presented the midnight rose in his hand with another smile on his face.

Tris, on the other hand, held a glass of wine in one hand, and with the other, rather indifferently, took the rose in front of her and held it under her nostrils to sniff it.

“Hmmm the distinctive earthy aroma of the dark mountain range beneath the earth, looks like that unlucky rose garden of yours is still in business huh?
To maintain the land where such delicate roses grow in that hellhole in the Dark Mountains, the annual investment is astronomical, has the economy of your Blood League Knights become so cushy to such an extent?

Little brother Paranor, although I don’t know how my sister Lily fell and how you became the First Lord in her place.

But does Venerable Lord Paying really not care about your various outrageous behaviors and allow you to spin around in circles out there to disgrace him?”

Trixie bristled:
“We haven’t seen each other for more than a hundred years either, the last time I saw you, you told me that there were 37 goddesses in your heart, how many are there now?”

“137!”

The vampire lord let out a hearty laugh and said smugly:
“I am such an affectionate and appreciative gentleman of beautiful things, and I have always been proud of that.”

But in the next second he became sad again, and in Murphy’s slightly disgusted gaze took out a delicate little black book, put it in his hand and stroked it with affection and said again:

“However, a hundred years of time has made my favorite 48 goddesses have entered the curse of aging, human life is always as bright as fireworks, amazing charm is only hidden in the glimpse of a white horse, when I record their beauty, a moment seems to become an eternity.

Death.

It mercilessly takes away so much beauty, but leaves only pale memories to soothe our sad hearts.”

Chanting like a bard, the blonde knight opened his small book and tore a page out of it and handed it to Tris.

He blinked his blue eyes and whispered with emotion:

“The charismatic Scarlet Witch has returned from the dead, and my dear Tris, I too have finally been able to put an unrequited share of my grief behind me once and for all.”

Tris took the page, which was hand-drawn by Paranor.

It was exactly the scene when he last saw the Scarlet Witch over a hundred years ago.

Murphy slanted his eyes and glanced at it, then was surprised to find that this unreliable prodigal son in front of him actually had a superb sketching hand.

Drawing the Tris of that year on a small piece of paper, even if it was only a black and white drawing, one could still see that the Tris of that time was very different from now in terms of expression, temperament, and dress. If I had to describe it, the Tris at that time was obviously much more aloof than this Scrapper King now, and it was the kind of protagonist model in the evil story.

“Thanks, little Parano.”

Tris was a little silent for a moment.

She looked at the hand painting in her hands for several seconds before she said with a slightly sad thank you:
“Thank you for bringing back memories of the past that I had long forgotten, but is there something you came over for tonight? As you can see, I am discussing something personal with my heir.”

A small smile spreads across Murphy’s lips at Tris’s reply.

Not bad for a Scarlet Witch!
A wise lady would always take care of the little thoughts of the little man at home without even realizing it.

However, Paranor shook his head and ruffled his long blonde hair very elegantly and pompously, then turned that loverly and tender gaze towards Murphy.

With a smile, he explained:
“I’m not here for you, Tris, I’m here for the handsome Murphy, the flower delivery is just a catch up between old friends, I have something important to talk to him about.”

“Oh?”

Now it was Tris who had the uncharacteristic expression.

The scarlet witch’s eyes oddly flicked back and forth between Murphy, whose expression had slightly changed, and Parano, who had a smile on his face.

Hey!
It’s the middle of the night!
What are you two excessively handsome single men trying to talk about in private?
Although she knew that Palano wasn’t keen on chasing after overly intimate friendships between people of the same sex, and had confidence in Murphy’s mind, there was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be any strange sparks between the two guys.

“Let’s talk right here!”

Tris said as she set aside both the glass of wine and the rose in her hand:

“I’m Murphy’s honored elder, I’m qualified to sit in on everything about him.”

“Of course, it’s not like it’s anything unseemly.”

Palanno snapped his fingers.

In a unique reverberation of psychic energy, those points of light transformed into fluttering roses to shape a luxurious chair for him entirely of psychic energy, and he sat on it very appropriately making another gesture, signaling Murphy to sit down as well.

The latter shook his head and stood just behind Tris still reaching out to place a hand on Tris’ shoulder.

The gesture made Tris mentally let out a long breath.

Thankfully, it didn’t look like there were any damn sparks.

True to form, little Murphy was smart enough and perceptive enough to know what to do to keep the old woman of the house from imagining things.

“It’s about the Black Plague!”

The Knight Lord’s expression turned serious.

He said:

“This is actually the main purpose of my coming to Transylvania, and theoretically helping you to get rid of the fallen Salokdar was just a casual endeavor.

Next, I have to travel to Nordtorf Kingdom’s capital, Northwind Castle, on behalf of Venerable Lord Paying and the name of the Blood Alliance Knights, then travel through the Ice Bay and Sax Mountain Forest to reach White Cliffs, and finally cross the Glynne Strait to enter the Misty Capital of the Golden Cockatrice Kingdom.

I was instructed by Venerable Lord Pa Ying to inform the leaders of every power on the continent of the impending Fifth Black Plague, and to ask them to send their elite legions to the Dark Mountain Range in accordance with the ancient ‘Brass Covenant’ to support the defense of the front line from Fort Brass to the Deserted Mountains.

Transylvania was my first stop, however Salokdar is dead, so this order will have to be accepted by the new lord of this great land.

Revernor Murphy Le Sombra!
As the lord of the area around Cadman City, I ask that you make sure you are prepared to face the Black Plague head on over the next few months!
Because of Transylvania’s special terrain and special positioning in the past several Black Plagues, thus you don’t have to send soldiers to support the Brass Castle, but you have to make local defenses to avoid the Black Plague from spreading to the core of the continent.”

As Paranor described, Tris’s expression became more and more grave and serious, and Murphy also revealed a serious look.

Although he only had a vague idea about the term “Black Plague”.

This is normal.

After all, the last time the Black Plague happened was 111 years ago, and to humans it was as far away as a legend or a mythical story.

“The Blood Vulture Clan has just suffered a heavy blow! And the damned Ten Years’ War has dismembered the Portia Confederation, and the Goldfinch Kingdom and the Nordtorf Kingdom are about to eat it up with an east-west attack! Little Paranor! You know very well what has happened here in the last few hundred years, the Second Night War and the Ten Years’ War have both severely weakened Clan Bloodwing.

The traces of the Fourth Black Plague have not even been completely erased from this great land, and those outlying lands are filled with roaming jackal banditry.

We have long since outgrown our scenery.

Now that Transylvania has reached its weakest moment in the past 400 years, it is impossible for us alone to defend the line of the Filthy Swamp.

We need help!”

Tris was unambiguous in matters of great importance as she sat up straight and spoke seriously to Paranor:
“This is not even a request! You must pass on my opinion to His Holiness Pa Ying, if he doesn’t care, then this Black Plague breaking through the Transylvania region is the nail in the coffin.”

“I understand, and His Holiness has already made adjustments to that.”

Paranor reached out and pressed his hand, signaling that Tris didn’t need to be nervous as he explained:

“In the directive that His Holiness gave me, I was asked to make a request to ‘Wolf Girl’ and King Louis when I interviewed them, that the Kingdom of Nordtorf and the Kingdom of Goldfinch must send a certain number of troops into southern Transylvania to help you complete the defense against the Black Plague, and to urge them to release the Twenty-six thousand armed blood servants and blood vulture vampires.

Since they have partaken of the essence of the Portia Confederacy, which originally took on the duty of defense, they must take on the duties that the Portia Confederacy has taken on over the past several hundred years!”

Tris sighed in relief.

But Murphy questioned:
“Would the human kings really be so obedient to the orders of Venerable Lord Paying? I’m not questioning His Holiness’ authority, but we’re vampires and they’re humans!”

“In matters pertaining to the Black Plague, they will listen.”

Paranor shook his head:

“Even without His Holiness’ request, the two kings will definitely send forces to support you. The reason is simple, if Transylvania, which is directly facing the Black Plague, falls, then their kingdom is the next to suffer!
No one can carve their way through such a disaster alone!
There was also no country or power on this continent that could face the Black Plague alone, not even the elves’ Kingdom of Castia and the Sanghai Empire in the millennia of yellow sand could do it!
Of course, if they could learn from the mighty and mysterious Ancient Kingdom of Calum who built the wondrous Miles of Dragon’s Ridge on their borders and put out millions of legions to fill their border defenses, it might be somewhat possible .
I’m curious though, Murph.

Why would you question His Holiness’ influence in this matter?
The past four Black Plagues were only hard fought through under the leadership of His Holiness Pa Ying and the other leaders of the clans.”

The First Lord looked at Murphy suspiciously while Tris waved her hand and explained:
“Murphy was first embraced by me only a year ago, before that he was just a young man of 18 who didn’t know anything, he would even think of the Black Plague as a legendary story at that point. Humans have always been short-sighted, you can’t blame him in that regard.”

“Well, so that’s how it is?”

Parano nodded, and his gaze towards Murphy became even more radiant.

He exclaimed:

“To achieve such power in a year’s time! What a beautiful talent, and what an outstanding will! It seems that another extraordinary genius like the Scarlet Witch will be born in my vampire ethnicity.

I am truly fortunate to be able to witness this scene with my own eyes!”

(End of chapter)