Chapter 13 13 I’m going to get a little blessing for my family silver guys

Chapter 13 13.I’m going to get a little tiny perk for my home silvers
In the village of Moorland, the little players were humming and hawing and digging holes.

They were planning to bury the innocent villagers killed by the witch hunters, which was just to show their “reliability” in front of Murphy, but after Miriam gave a bunch of bloodied coins to these “enthusiasts” by gesturing sign language, the nature of this matter changed completely. But after Miriam gave these “enthusiasts” a pile of bloodied coins in sign language, the nature of this matter changed completely.

Although the player interface is not yet live, the young players stubbornly believe that this is a quest.

You see, the pretty NPC lady gave money, right?
She also said something in that croak, although I do not understand but think it must be overflowing words of thanks, this is not the NPC mission set?
As a player, encountered the delivery of the task is not to do this can be too much.

However, the truth of the matter is.
“Murphy, will you mind your otherworldly warriors?”

Miriam complained with an embarrassed face to Murphy who was currently enjoying the nightfall:

“I said to pile up these corpses and burn them, lest they turn into spiteful spirits or ghouls afterward! Those horrible things are most likely to appear in places where massacres like this take place.

But they couldn’t understand that they had to dig a big pit, which seems to be some kind of custom on their side, but just digging, how long is this going to take?”

“They are willing to dig you let them dig, I said my warriors are very enthusiastic people, and passionate and stubborn, you stop them, they will be unhappy instead.

If they are not happy, then someone is going to be in bad luck.”

The unlucky vampire didn’t want to bother with any of this at all.

He would be watching with interest the two guys, Brother Woo Meow and Precipice Bull, fiddling with that automatic hunting crossbow there.

Brother Woo Meow was sweating profusely as he picked up the heavy piece of machinery, and with the help of Precipice Cow Bull, he opened up the thing’s own foot support and aimed it at the outskirts of the village.

Seeing the cheap smiles on their faces, it was obvious that they were planning to “have a good time” before being kicked off the line.

But the two stupid than a flurry of work but completely unable to understand the operating principle of this thing, it and the reality of the machinery has a certain degree of similarity, but the underlying design logic is very different.

“Where’s the insurance?”

Precipice Bull, the gym student, kept pulling the trigger but couldn’t activate the delicate steam-powered furnace.

Brother Woo Meow was also filled with blindness.

He, a senior social animal doing software outsourcing, also didn’t have access to this kind of both tortureable and torturable stuff, letting his two middle-aged friends, the dump truck and forklift man, come over might still be able to figure it out, but unfortunately both of those two unlucky guys who had been doing machining for half of their lives had been KA’d off by this thing before.

It was while the two were fooling around that Miriam finally stepped in.

She stepped forward and crouched down beside Brother Woo Meow, checking over the automatic hunting crossbow with her hands and feet, and then opened the hidden safety under the mechanical clasp.

The steam furnace then restarted with a whimpering sound, and the metal arrow nest clicked and spun.

“There’s still enough gold-burning catalyst in the steam furnace to last a long time, but there’s not much self-fueling gas left, so save it.”

As an outstanding student of Chardo Artisan University, although it was the administration department, Miriam’s extracurricular practice would also go to visit the factories of the halflings, and she was not good at these steam machines but she could operate them twice.

Nay, she and the small players do not speak the same language.

While gabbing a bunch of words to the Precipice Ox who was grasping the automatic hunting crossbow, the latter could only stare at her with the same innocent gaze as if she was listening to a heavenly book.

“What is this NPC talking about?”

Bull twisted his head and asked, and Brother Whoop Meow rolled his eyes and said:

“She said you’re handsome.”

“Hey, that’s right! I was the most handsome in the sports department in our class, nicknamed ‘Niuchuan Feng’, I didn’t realize that this NPC was quite discerning.”

The simple gym student burst into giggles, but then he realized that Brother Whoop Meow couldn’t understand what the NPC was saying either, so this guy was 80% talking nonsense.

Damn it, this cunning sociopath!
“Can you fix that thing?”

Murphy asked softly, apparently noticing Miss Miriam’s “hidden ability”, while the latter glanced at Murphy, seemingly seeing through Murphy’s intentions.

She shook her head and said:

“I’m not mechanically inclined, and besides, this model of automaton is too old, the mechanics of the Chardo Halflings have long since stopped using this single-furnace structure for weapon power. While the witch hunters keep this thing well maintained, they got it at least a hundred years ago and you’d have to find an old professional mechanic to fix it . Hmm?
What’s that?”

Miriam pointed behind Murphy in surprise.

The vampire turned around to see that scarlet blood vulture fireworks had hovered in the night sky behind him, and the familiar pattern made Murphy narrow his eyes.

“A rallying signal for the Midnight Hunters, that direction is where the witch hunters escaped . They’re finished!”

Seeing that firework, Murphy knew that the Maxim sent earlier to deliver the letter had succeeded, and he let out a long breath, a big stone in his heart released.

Then he shouted to the small players who were still busy:
“My dangerous and arrogant compatriots are coming, my warriors, you must go back to your worlds and get some rest! Wait for my next call with the Great Plan. Of course, in the name of today’s victory, I will have the rewards warriors deserve ready for you when you next come here!
This is a promise from Murphy!”

The players were a little sorry.

They wanted to play a little longer, but the smaller players who had gotten tired of digging holes were secretly relieved.

They followed Miriam’s manners and rustily used the hand gestures of this world to politely bid farewell to Murphy, and then disappeared in place in the stream of light from the dismissal summons.

Those armor and weapons worn on their bodies also crashed to the ground out of nowhere after losing their support.

The movement made Murphy shake his head.

It was true that no matter how you looked at it, the light and shadow when the players retreated was too flashy.

However, this kind of situation belonged to being forcibly kicked offline by the administrators only, and it was thought that when the players were able to connect freely in the future, they would be able to retain the entity after temporarily going offline.

At least you don’t have to re-gear every time you go online, but the issue of the light and shadow when you die still needs to be worked out a bit more.

The scene likewise made Miriam blink, and the intelligent but cunning girl glanced suspiciously at Murphy without commenting.

“Bandage them up, it’s best if they survive, if they don’t it’s their bad luck.”

Murphy pointed to the unconscious huntress who was tied up, as well as her two henchmen.

The small players were brave but killing such things, they didn’t have the guts to do it in this fully simulated game for the time being, it was all thanks to the education they had endured in a civilized society, so when it was said that they had defeated a squad, in reality, the only one who actually died was one.

The cause of death was still blood loss.

The leader of the “gray-haired witch hunter” Natalie was injected with a coma drug, the scout Ambrose and the one-armed veteran Porter both survived but with serious injuries, but the four witch hunters who broke out and ran away were unlucky enough to run into the midnight hunters of the Blood Vulture.

On their side, there was a real uncertainty of life and death.

Ch, if I had known that, would not it be better to obediently fall down and surrender with a gift?

Soon the neighing of the war horses resounded in the night, Murphy stood at the entrance of the village in a mess, and saw his loyal servants at a glance.

Riding over Maxim also wept with joy when he saw Murphy, this loyal and fanatical vampire worshipper walked quickly.

Trying to suppress his excitement, he exclaimed to Murphy:

“It’s a pleasure, Lord Murphy! I gave the Matriarch’s secret orders to my contacts, and also requested that they come to their aid, and I am glad to see you safe and sound.”

Murphy didn’t say much, just reached out with the exhaustion of battle and patted Maxim on the shoulder. He could now go on to be convinced that this loyal servant with the albino disease was someone he could trust and entrust with his life, and even though he was still nominally someone else’s blood servant, Murphy had already decided that he would look for that Lord Jed to ask Maxim over again when he got back to Cadman City.

Murphy could never have enough of this kind of capable and loyal talent.

After the two of them had chatted for a few moments, the vampire saw the five “people” falling from the sky behind him.

From the wide and elegant scarlet cloaks and exquisite and luxurious night hunting clothes on their bodies, they could tell that these five people were the elite hunters of the Blood Wyvern Clan, and their official profession should be called “Midnight Hunters”, which was basically equivalent to the combination of hunters and assassins.

Just by standing there, they felt like they were one with the surrounding night, much more powerful than a rookie like him.

While Murphy was observing these vampires, they were also observing Murphy, and finally came to the conclusion that this guy was really weak.

To even mess up a simple messenger mission like this was a disgrace to the Blood Vulture Clan.

However, the short vampire in the lead had a bit of the decency of a Midnight Noble, and didn’t directly make a mocking remark, but first surveyed the situation of the Moorland Village, his eyes narrowed when he saw the burned corpses, and then he regained his composure, and then said again in a cold and calm voice:

“Congratulations, compatriot, it seems that you have just completed a hunt and reaped a valuable victory, bringing to justice these villains who dared to invade the territory of the Blood Vulture and brutalize the people under our command, I would like to thank you on behalf of the family’s current bailiff.

I probably shouldn’t interrupt you from drinking the sweet wine of victory, however there is one thing you have on you that I need right now.”

A woman?

Murphy blinked.

Then he fished the tiny psychic decoder stamp out of his close-fitting clothing and handed it to the other man.

The latter took it in his hand and then took out the clan leader’s secret order that Maxim had sent over earlier, placing that seal on top of the scroll before unlocking the psychic energy apparatus used for encryption.

Seeing this scene, Maxim who was standing beside Murphy suddenly realized, and then his heart was filled with admiration for Lord Murphy’s supreme wisdom.

His Excellency had only given himself the scroll of the secret order but not the decoding seal, so these hunters who had gotten the secret order, even if they were no longer willing to do so, had to run to Murphy’s support to prevent the decoding seal from falling into the hands of the witch hunters.

Murphy noticed Maxim’s change in expression and then gave him a subtle look for Maxim to make up his own mind.

Heh, a weakling messenger with no backstage and a nameless junior member of the family is certainly something that can be casually sacrificed for these cold vampires who are in the midst of a war threat.

Murphy hadn’t been a vampire for very long, but the teachings of Tris had made him wary enough to face his “countrymen”.

Tris had often told him, when she was drunk, that when fighting alongside vampires, it was far more important to guard against a backstabbing from a fellow vampire than it was to guard against a blow from the enemy in the open.

These cold and arrogant Midnight Hunters didn’t communicate much with Murphy after they opened the clan leader’s secret order, and they stayed outside the village supposedly waiting for more hunters to gather over, ready to complete the secret mission given to them by the Blood Vulture Clan Leader, His Excellency, Salokdar.

But Murphy didn’t care about this at all.

He now very much hoped that once he had completed his messenger mission, he would be allowed to return to the safety of Cadman City to discuss with Tris about his footing
He hadn’t noticed it before, but after this outing and realizing that the Blood Vulture Clan had been infiltrated into a sieve, Murphy didn’t want to stay in this shithole of Transylvania for a single day.

Anyway, Tris said that she also has some reputation in other vampire clans, when the time comes, he will bring Tris himself, so that the slowly growing small players will be escorted.

The world was so big, where could one not go?
“Revernor Murphy Le Sombra!”

Just as Murphy was thinking, the cold voice from before resounded again, causing Murphy to turn around, and saw the short lady who was the leader of the Travelers silently arrive beside him.

The latter stared at him with a sharp gaze under the hood of her scarlet cloak, and after a moment, she said:

“I need to enlist you and your servants in order to fulfill a secret mission commanded by the Matriarch, a mission that is vital to the war effort in the Transylvanian region and in the whole of the Bohemian Confederacy.

Therefore, I wish to”

“Before commanding me to do something, this lady, should always let me know who you are.”

Murphy yawned and interrupted the long speech of the female vampire in front of him.

He stared at the other party, mimicking the characteristic hazy tone of the vampires carried in the other party’s words, and said:
“Although I am only a nameless member of the family, I was also first embraced by the former elder of the family, Ms. Tris, herself, so I should always know which big shot I am going to serve next, right?

I feel that this is my rightful power.”

“Tris is a disgrace to the family! Every blood vulture knows that.”

The leader of the Rangers snorted coldly, relentlessly humiliating Murphy’s “honor”.

“I have to know who you are!”

Murphy couldn’t refute the fact that “Tris is a disgrace to the family”, but he said seriously and stubbornly:
“So that I can be sure that my servants and I will not be thrown away as cannon fodder by you, theoretically, my messenger mission is over, ma’am, and I can return to Cadman City right now.

You are well aware of this.

We Blood Vultures do things by the book, not like the unruly punk thugs of the Wolfsbane Clan.”

These words made the Huntress leader hesitate for a moment, and perhaps Murphy’s reference to the rules of the clan convinced her, and after a few seconds, she pulled back her hood, revealing a very young face, which could even be called “young”.

She had the same long black hair as Murphy.

However, she had a pair of scarlet eyes, and with her short, petite head and baby fat cheeks, she was a vivid image of a half-grown child.

No wonder she had to wrap herself so tightly, this kind of honor can really have no majesty to speak of in the war.

Still, Murphy immediately recognized her from her own memories, and the unlucky vampire immediately bowed slightly to the short girl in front of her with a standard blood vulture salute.

He whispered:

“So it is you, Duchess Femis, then, my servants and I are willing to serve you and your father’s cause with all our hearts.”

“Not for me and my father!”

Duchess Phimis Cecilia Le Sombra wrinkled her cute little nose as she corrected herself very seriously:

“This is for the existence and continuity of the Blood Vulture Clan! Although my father is the patriarch, there is no need for you to be so respectful to me because of that, after all, I am also just a very ordinary member of the family.”

“Ah yes yes yes, everything you said is correct, Onii-sama.”

Murphy returned very perfunctorily, thinking to himself that this child of a noble family didn’t know if he was really simple?

Or is it a natural black?
But as the Missy in front of him finished her business and turned to leave, Murphy suddenly had a flash of light in front of his eyes.

He coughed and said:
“Missy, please wait, my servants and I are more than willing to serve you uh, no, for the greatness of the family, but I still wish to get a small perk for the loyal ones.”

“Hmm?”

Missy Femis looked back at Murphy in surprise as she said:
“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“What I mean is that I would like to get one thing from you to inspire passion, pride and aggressiveness in my servants. Don’t get me wrong!

It’s not anything important, and it’s something you would definitely be willing to give”

(End of chapter)