Chapter 117 116 Every Pure Love Knight is a Born Minotaur

Chapter 117 116.Every Pure Love Knight is a Natural Born Minotaur Killer [5660

“Geez, don’t look so sad, come have a drink.”

Cadman city outer city ruins and inner city of the Great Rift Valley side, standing here tilted his head back to look at the head of the strange, mysterious and magnificent “star world of creation” of the Palano knight narrowed his eyes, tone relaxed and happy to hand a cup of wine to the side of the Murphy.

Despite the smile on his face, Murphy always felt that this guy was looking at him as a joke, but of course it could also be that Murphy was too sensitive.

Because Tris said she wanted to rest, the two men left after a conversation about the Black Plague and came here to enjoy the “night view”.

Murphy was in no mood for relaxation.

He looked at the grotesque scar above his head that ran through the river of stars, and took the glass of wine that Parano handed him, and was surprised to find a few rose leaves on the drink.

“You guys!”

The vampire glanced at the handsome Knight-Lord beside him and slandered in his mind:
“You’re a rose spirit growing into a vampire’s form, aren’t you?”

“Actually, you don’t have to worry too much about the Black Plague, not to mention that it’s still months away from brewing, and will take some time to do a tentative attack after it’s actually formed.

Because the huge impact of the fourth Black Plague has caused all the forces to go all out from the start this time, the best case scenario is that the Jackals won’t be able to get past the Filthy Swamp before they’re routed by the Rangers of all the clans on the outskirts of the Dark Mountain Range.”

Palanor spoke in a gentle and comforting tone:
“Because of the bitter lesson from the last time, Venerable Lord Paying has also decided to move the Blood Alliance Knights’ camp to the line from Barren Mountain to Filthy Swamp on the outskirts of the Dark Mountain Range. We will be at the front of you, and with the military support of the Golden Sparrow Kingdom and Nordtorf Kingdom, the pressure of your defense in Transylvania will be much less.

The situation is actually not as bad as you think.

In His Holiness’s most optimistic musings, the Fifth Black Plague was most likely the same as the second, just a residual echo of a great black plague a hundred years later.

Of course, if your territory still looks this bad six months later, then forget I said anything.

It wouldn’t even take a black tide of jackals to rush over, as long as the jackal bandits roaming the Transylvanian region were mobilized, this place would be in pieces. But I don’t suppose that you, the lord, would let that happen, would you?”

“Of course not.”

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
“To tell you the truth, I’m planning to run away with Tris, after you leave, I’ll take her and my current lords to escape in any direction, six months is enough time for us to escape to the legendary New World.

The hell with this place whoever wants it.”

“Ha, you’re quite the joker, very different from the other dull and cunning vampires, I’ve got my eye on you, boy.”

Palano laughed and slapped Murphy on the shoulder as he said:

“But there’s no chance lah, Venerable Lord Paying has already noticed you, beautiful Murphy, you’ll be executed as a deserter if you run now, yo.”

“I’m just saying.”

Murphy sighed and put the drink to his lips and gently sipped it, the sweet fruit wine laced with the faintest hint of blood giving his vampire cravings a little satisfaction as well.

He looked back behind him at the ruins of the city, still in shambles, and said:

“This is the territory that my warriors and I did everything we could to get, and I will die here even if I have to. But I need help, Lord Paranor, I need lots and lots of help, not just supplies.”

He thought for a moment and said to Lord Paranor:

“Can you send some instructors to my domain? I can pay them a certain amount of salary just for helping me train the warriors I have gathered in my war against Salokdar.

As you can see, my warriors are brave enough but they seriously lack training in tactics and strength.”

“Well, their courage to the death and their loyalty that brings tears to my eyes are rare in my life!”

The Knight Lord nodded and said:
“Their bravery reminds me of the human heroes who defended their country in the Fourth Black Plague, I will select my squires to come and teach them, but I have a doubt. I’ve been to Transylvania not once or twice, why is their language completely incomprehensible to me?”

Parano looked at Murphy in surprise and said:

“Where did you find these strange people?”

“They are mountain people!”

Murphy explained with a serious face and a full mouth:

“Inhabitants of that savage mountain forest where Sachs meets Ice Bay, the locals call them ‘savages’, and during the three Battles of Sachs in the Ten Years’ War, the homelands of these mountain folk were mercilessly burned and destroyed.

The clansmen who survived had to migrate south, and then luckily I came across them.

There are many more like them.

It took a lot of effort for me to learn their language as well, and they promised me that they would gather more of their clan to join me.”

“Oh, ancient mountain folk, that makes sense.”

Lord Paranor nodded as he said:

“There are many more mountain folk like this across the continent, and I have seen them with my own eyes in the northern mountains of Grimnay. They have indeed inherited the brawny blood of ancient mankind, and relying on wooden spears they dare to hunt the cunning and powerful flying lions, and have completely different customs and lives from the current self-proclaimed civilized mankind.

But communication is indeed a big problem.”

“Use this.”

Murphy took out an arithmetic pearl and handed it to Lord Paranor, and told the story of how he intercepted the thing in the smuggler’s woodland.

With Tris’ layer of face in place, this prodigal lord thought that he wouldn’t have a big mouth to talk nonsense about these things.

But what Paranor cared about wasn’t the acquisition of the Arithmetic Pearl, but the thing itself.

He had obviously seen something similar before, and held it in his hands to check it over and over again, and his expression changed into an odd one, and then in Murphy’s astonished gaze, he reached out to open up the rear connecting piece of this treasure bead, and then pointed to a mark-like pattern in it and said:

“Sure enough, it’s the work of that bastard Thicke Flywheel! I told you, how could so many arithmetic beads appear out of thin air in Transylvania, the Chardo Halflings have long banned this stuff from the Genoa Peninsula.

Those naive little dwarves always didn’t want their creations to be used in war, and sadly, everything they made was a weapon powerful enough to change the war.”

“You know him too?”

Murphy was instantly interested.

From the item appraisal, he knew that this batch of arithmetic beads came from this guy called “Sulphuric Flywheel”, and now that he heard Palano talk about it, he immediately asked:
“What is this guy’s origin? Can he also get the confidential machinery of the halflings? To be honest, my lord is seriously lacking in qualified weapons right now, so if I can contact him…”

“Sulphur is an asshole halfling, some of the Blood League Knights’ squire musketeers occasionally deal with him, and he’s the only reliable supplier of machinery in the Dark Mountains region, but this guy is a black-hearted arms dealer.

He doesn’t dare to make a move against the Blood League Knights, but anyone else who takes the initiative to contact him is sure to be slaughtered by him.

You have to be careful when dealing with him.”

Parano was very quick to take out the map, circled the direction of “Hungry Mountain” in it, and introduced it to Murphy:
“Thiok entered the Dark Mountain Range more than forty years ago, and I don’t know how he subdued a large group of ogre bandits in the Hungry Mountain and became a wild warlord there in a dignified manner.

It is said that this guy’s arms business is doing very well, and even secretly and some enlightened jackal tribes have trade dealings, and the atonement dwarves of the Fortress of Sins also have a deep relationship, and the Golden Flower Kingdom started thirty years ago in the military reforms also have his participation.

He doesn’t refuse to be approached for business, but you have to be prepared to pay handsomely, and Thiok Flywheel is a strange character, he’s an idealistic person, which doesn’t conflict with the truth that he’s a bad seed, he’s a blend of contradictions.

Anyway, when your people are ready, my escorts can lead the way for you.”

“Thank you for the information.”

Murphy took note of the location of Hungry Mountain and marked it on the map system.

That place wasn’t very far from the Filthy Swamp, but it was still in an area on the outside of the Dark Mountain Range that was on the inside, and it was obvious that the current small players didn’t have the ability to get close to it.

However, with their growth rate, as long as there were 40 guys who had completed the Black Iron Trial to form a team, they might be able to try to cross the Filthy Swamp and pull some strings with this arms dealer.

After talking about business, the conversation between Murphy and Lord Paranor shifted into a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

Although this First Lord looked unreliable and was also a super Sea King-type lickspittle who licked nearly a hundred goddesses at the same time, it had to be said that he was the one who had left the best impression on Murphy out of all the vampires he had met so far. Except for Tris.

Tris was never going to be compared to any other vampire in Murphy’s mind.

This Lord Paranor should be in a high position in the Blood League Knights, but he himself didn’t have any of the bad habits of a superior person, instead of being a powerful chief, Murphy felt that he was more like the classic protagonist in those romantic novels about knights.

Other than narcissism and overly flamboyant movements, this vampire bigot really didn’t have any obvious flaws.

At least in Murphy’s eyes.

So he couldn’t help but ask:

“In the Blood League Knights, are they all characters like you? Although I am just a small vampire who has been practicing for more than a year, I have also heard of the great name of the Knights. I’m not afraid of your jokes, after Tris first embraced me in the first place, I was thinking of leaving the Blood Wyverns to find you guys and join you.”

“Hoo hoo hoo, every vampire with a little bit of idealism and unwillingness to fall is thinking that way, yet the vast majority of them can’t even pass the first ring of trials for the Order’s new recruits.”

Palanor laughed and said:
“I’m an anomaly, Murphy, don’t use me as a standard to visualize the full extent of the Knights of the Blood League, after all, I was an anomaly when I was a human”

With that said, Paranor shrugged and asked:
“Do you know the ruling family of the Kingdom of Isha, one of the predecessors of the Kingdom of Goldfinch?”

“Uh-huh.”

Murphy nodded, recalling his poor historical knowledge in his mind, and said:

“In December 1080, the armies of the Kingdom of Zealand under the command of the current King Louis attacked Misty City in the name of avenging the deaths of their father and brother, and for a long time before the destruction of the Kingdom of Isha due to a dastardly assassination, that island nation had been under the rule of the Essex-Flanders family.

Every King of the Grimneys has come from one of these two allied families.

Queen Elizabeth Marianne of the current Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow was the daughter of the last king of the Kingdom of Isa before she married King Louis, and the rightful heir to the last of the Essex-Flanders.”

“A good study of history, no less, as the heir of Tris. Yes, little Elizabeth, I even held her when she was born.”

Lord Palanor took a sip of wine, a wistful expression on his handsome face.

He held the clear glass in front of him, the amber liquid dotted with refractions of starlight reflecting the flavor of history.

He raised that glass to the stars and changed his tone of voice, speaking in the most orthodox Grimmney royal accent:
“Little Elizabeth’s father, the last king of the Kingdom of Isha should be addressed as my great-grandfather, and my brother is none other than the third king of the Kingdom of Isha. He was nicknamed ‘The Oak King’ and was a most sincere Avalonian and the greatest ruler of the Kingdom of Isha.

It was under his rule that Greenie Island was unified, and it was during his tenure that the Church of Avalon was established as the state religion, and that was already three hundred and twenty years ago.

ME.
I was killed in the last battle against the northern hillmen that my brother united Grimni, he prayed to Avalon for my resurrection but the gods rejected him, so the ‘Oak King’ turned to the forces of darkness.

I still don’t know what terms my brother used to impress His Holiness, Lord Paying.

The truth of the matter is that I was resurrected three years after my death and became a member of the Knights of the Blood League, and in turn inherited the power of the First Lord after the previous ‘Blade of Dignity’, Her Excellency Lily Hugo Bartoli Cappadocia, fell in the Fourth Black Plague.

Murphy.
I’m not saying this to proclaim my noble birth to you.

I just want to tell you that the Knights of the Blood League is not as perfect as you think, and that you’ll have to give up your past if you want to join us!
Not just your identity but your last name as well.

There are very few children in the Order that truly belong to His Holiness Pa Ying and our three Knight Lords, and most of the 300 Silver Knights that make up the core of the Order were recruited from other clans.

The original sin of Cappadocia was arrogance, and we have been atonement men all our lives!
Before the arrival of the Eternal Silence, we could not own our own territories, our own wealth, our own families or even loved ones, and could only spend our days cruising around the Dark Mountains, viewing all the chaotic barbarians in them as enemies, and never leaving that hellhole for the rest of our lives.

We are bound and protected.

That is the ancient and sacred tradition.”

“Wait!”

Murphy suddenly noticed a question in Paranor’s words, and he reached out to interrupt His Lordship’s narrative, asking:

“If one cannot have a family or a loved one, then that peculiar list of your goddesses…”

“Ah, you got me too, didn’t you?”

At the mention of this question, Lord Paranor immediately wore a pompous, romantic expression as he reached out and flirtatiously ruffled his long blonde hair, saying with emotion:

“Yes, as a member of Cappadocia, I can’t have my love, but that doesn’t stop me from avidly chasing after all things beautiful and establishing a pure connection with those delectable ladies within our hearts that is uniquely ours.

Untainted by sordid desires, we achieve the most perfect union in the spiritual world.

That’s pure love!

The most precious of all things that exist in this world at that time!

It always gave me a little heart-warming comfort under the vampire’s dark night, letting me know that my fight in the darkness was not meaningless. It was because of people like me cruising through the night that others were able to have that wonderful love.

I did not have a love of my own.

But every pair of pure love that I protect is equal to my share in it.
Sounds strange, doesn’t it?

Actually, in the beginning, I was just looking for a little participation in the pure love of others, that’s all.”

“Swish.”

A black and red rose still stained with dew appeared like magic at the Palanor Knight’s fingertips and was handed to Murphy again.

The Knight-Lord looked at him and said softly:
“As I have already smelled the wonderful scent of love even in this ruined land, I wish you the best of luck in your doomed and difficult love, beautiful Murphy. Also, as a former vampire, I feel I need to impart a little life lesson to you as an elder.

Having become a member of the Midnight Favors you have only experienced a year of darkness, so naturally you cannot appreciate the love and torment that Midnight has inflicted on us.

Perhaps you should find yourself a little hobby from now on.

Loving something from the bottom of your heart can always help you find the fulcrum of your life and destiny amidst the growing boredom of the eternal night.

Once you get to know our pack better, you’ll realize that the famous Midnight Nobles tend to be the best at something.

For example, Venerable Lord Paying is recognized as an artist by all the leaders of his race, and his paintings are even collected by the Elf King in the Court of Nature.

Salokdar, who you just executed, on the other hand, was a famous gourmet on the continent, and he would always tirelessly participate in various food tastings using the alias of ‘Count Fox’.

Edward the Elder of the Wolfsbane Clan is a top-notch leatherworker, and even the most discerning Dwarf Hill Lords are proud to own a set of Edward’s handmade body armor.

Your esteemed matriarch, Lady Tris, on the other hand, is the finest theologian in the entire continent.

There is probably no one who knows more about the mysteries of the gods than her.”

Saying this, Paranor revealed a small smile and placed that rose into Murphy’s hand.

Patting him on the shoulder, he whispered:

“If you want to get the love of that beautiful thing from your body and soul, you are not enough now, Murphy, but I think highly of you, well, brave rose picker, go for it, I will bless your pure love from afar.

But if you should one day fail in this love that I have blessed you with.”

The Knight-Lord’s tone was suddenly cold.

He said softly:

“Then my beloved rose garden ‘Negative Man’s Paradise’ will have a ball of good fertilizer again… Well, the delicate Midnight Rose that was cultivated by my own hands always needs the blood of negative men to thrive.

You know what I mean?

It’s either pure love or death, there’s no third choice”

(End of chapter)