Chapter 14 14 Rich Lori and the Cannon Fodder She Pushes

Chapter 14 14. rich loli and the cannon fodder she pushes
Murphy was now tempted to go back to Cadman City to discuss his escape with Tris.

Unfortunately, he’d been conscripted by Phimis Cecilia Le Sombra, and without orders from that Commander of the Rangers, he, the messenger, would have to remain here.

He knew very well that the other party’s conscription of himself and his two servants certainly wasn’t seeing any potential or flashes of brilliance in him, this was purely just another cannon fodder mission.

But Murphy couldn’t refuse, who let the other Missy have a patriarch father?

Salokdar Collinsman Le Sombra, clan leader of the Blood Vulture Clan, one of the most ancient Archdukes of the Blood Clan.

It is said to be an individual who has been living from the ancient times of the Holy Blood Parade to the present, and the “Holy Blood Parade” which represents the first appearance of the vampire clans and dispersed all over the continent was already a thousand years ago, that is, at the beginning of the current era!

During these thousand years, the Blood Vulture Clan has developed from a small to a peak to its current decline, but its power has never been lost, and has always been firmly held in the hands of Salokdar.

That guy was the King of Midnight in the entire Transylvania region, and even in the entire Confederation of Portia and even the entire continental power system, the Blood Vulture Clan Chief was a small handful above the pyramid.

Murphy obviously couldn’t possibly fight against such a character, even if the one standing in front of his eyes was only Salokdar’s daughter.

However, vampires are unable to procreate, so Phoebus was transformed from the first human embrace just like Murphy, and although on the surface, she looked like a rich loli young lady, but hell knows if this guy is just another several hundred years old monster?

It was nearly midnight at this point.

By the bonfire outside the village, Maxim in a hood was cooking barley porridge over the flames for a late-night snack, and Miriam was helping to roast horse meat skewers so that she could fill her hungry stomach.

The two were cooperating, but they were by no means on good terms.

There wasn’t much to talk about between the superstition-poisoned vampire wannabe and the rational scholar preppy, and their life experiences were worlds apart.

The small players had been gone for several hours, and had probably already eaten hot and delicious takeout, which made Murphy, who was sitting far away from the campfire and could only nibble on bland and tasteless barley porridge, envious and jealous for a while.

After a fierce battle, I want to take a mouthful of ice-cold fat house water to moisturize my throat.

He thought so, but remained expressionless on the surface, pulling his hood down again, and then set the rice bowl aside.

The campfire with sparks wafting from it was fluttering, and although the heat from the flames made Murphy feel uncomfortable, however, the human soul in his torso was craving for illumination and protection from the firelight under the night.

This conflict between the body and the mind then gave Murphy an additional sense of incongruity and contradiction in the eyes of the other vampires.

Under the light of the fire, he picked up the hunting combat knives that every witch hunter was equipped with in his hand and placed them in front of him, Murphy intended to use them to test his newly acquired [Item Recognition] ability.

As he watched, a translucent information label quickly popped up next to the warblade:
Name: Protectorate War Sword
Quality: Standard-Veteran
Characteristics: Standard Sharpness – Spiritual Energy Staining
Item Description:

[This is a defensive weapon crafted by the Church of Avalon for the followers of the Kingdom of Isha during the Unification War on Grimnir in Era 675, the streamlined blade gives it excellent balance as well as combat cleaving properties, and the sacred oak guards, hardened by natural psychic energies, provide these weapons with additional lethality against creatures of darkness.

After the advent of the witch hunters, the Protectorate Battleblade became standard equipment for these hunters, but with the shameful rebellion of the Church of Avalon against the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow at the beginning of the Ten Years’ War, the classic design has now become the hallmark of the apostate].

Murphy rubbed his chin at the phrase.

He couldn’t accurately judge the value of this thing for a moment, so he picked up the witch hunter Natalie’s significantly more elaborate oak-guarded hunting sword again.

The word entry was definitely different this time:

Name: Holy Blade of Avalon’s Blessing [Imitation Model

Quality: Fine Work – Commander-in-Chief

Characteristics: Extremely Effective Sharpness – Extremely Effective Magic Breaking – Enhanced Spiritual Energy Enhancement – Purifying Fire

Special Category: Blade of Faith – Only used by believers in Avalon, will trigger a psychic counterattack when used by pagans.
Item Description:

When the Church of Avalon was converted from the druids of Castile in 500 A.D., the original council of elders was given three natural miracle blades. Though the skill of making those blades cannot be reproduced in this era, the Elders of Gramo have made more than 150 imitations of the blades and given them to the saints to use in various ways over the long period of time that the Church of Avalon has served as the state religion of the Kingdom of Ithaca.

It should be noted that this Blessed Blade does not belong to Natalie Finocchia Lawson, but was merely inherited by her from her deceased parent, and as such she is not able to fully utilize the power of this blade of faith.

Perhaps you should be thankful for that.]

“Natalie Finokya Lawson?”

Murphy played with the silent Blessed Sacred Blade in his hand, glancing at the female witch hunter next to him, who was still unconscious with only her bodysuit left and tied up.

The fact that the latter was able to carry such a weapon that could not be seen in any way was already a good indication that the identity of this gray-haired mangina seemed to be very uncomplicated.

Furthermore, through the comparison of the two weapons, Murphy also figured out the rules of item division in this world.

“Seiko” is definitely better than “Standard”, this should be the production process, “Commander-in-Chief” is definitely better than “Veteran”. “Good” is better than “Veteran”, this should be about the quality of the item.

In fact, it is reasonable to think about this, than in their own hands flashing purple or orange light to be more reasonable, after all, the main focus of this game is a real and hardcore well.

Figuring this out, Murphy will be in the hands of the loot divided into categories to pick some.

The best a few fine work set aside for their own use as well as Maxim, the rest of the standard weapons will be saved up to the small players to arm them.

These cute and capable little players are their own basic disk, in the case of poor personal strength, the advantage of equipment becomes very important, thus the matter of arming them has been urgent.

There is also the “closed beta reward” that must be given to them after this round of testing.

The players’ actions are amusing but largely predictable, and in order to get along with them, in addition to keeping the game itself playable, wonderful loot is also a very important part of the gaming experience.

This stuff can’t just be fooled around with, and they have to meet a couple of conditions:
First and foremost, they have to be rare enough.

Because crappy stuff players don’t like.

Secondly it has to be iconic enough.

It’s best to catch other people’s eyes at a glance, and standing on the street is all about pulling the strings.

Finally, it is best to be a bit memorable!
For example, the kind with yellow letters in the item description, the collection value must be pulled full.

Such a thing wasn’t easy to find, but the clever Murphy had already negotiated this item with Missy Femis in the conversation just now.

It was like an unequal exchange.

Although he couldn’t get all of it yet, Murphy had gotten some of it and could surprise the small players when they came online.

“Murph, come to me!” The call of Missy Femis interrupted Murphy’s thinking, and he immediately put down the Blessed Holy Blade in his hand and stood up, walking towards Missy who was hidden in the darkness behind him.

The latter maintained a posture of “small size, talk like a dick” and didn’t waste time, saying directly:
“In three days there will be a transportation fleet from the Kingdom of Goldfinch passing through Transylvania, the specific location is in the narrow smuggler’s woodland near the southern Filthy Swamp.”

Missy pulled out a fairly accurate military map of the Transylvania region, underlined the southernmost bearing bordering the Dark Mountains, and spoke to Murphy, who was listening intently:

“The contents were spelled out in the secret orders given to us by the Matriarch; they were special military supplies that General Loren, who is commanding this invasion, had specifically procured from the Chaldo Halflings and supplied for use by the Goldfinch Pathfinder Legion under his command.

Once the Pathfinder Legion gets their hands on these things, their tigerish military might will be harder to contain, so we need to grab this shipment!
Of course, considering that you failed miserably as a messenger, not only exposing yourself but also attracting the witch hunters, and thus the enemy is presumed to have been prepared for this, the combat objective has been changed even more to destroying it.

We have three days to make it to the smuggler’s woodland and complete this doomed blockade, and I will need all the safari forces at my disposal, so you and your bloodservants will have to be counted as well.

Do I make myself clear?”

“I hear you.”

Murphy nodded.

He looked at the military map that was handed to him, the information in his mind was mobilized once again, and he drew out his mind to consider some key words in Missy’s words, and after a few seconds, he said:

“As far as I know, the war between the Kingdom of Goldfinch and the Federation of Portia has been fought for ten years, and both sides are exhausted as if they were stuck in the mud, so I’m curious as to what kind of military supplies could have an immediate effect on an army in a quagmire?”

“You ask too many questions, and I don’t know.”

Missy Femis said coldly, waving her hand in a decisive tone that was very different from her size and face:

“We don’t need to know that, the Midnight Hunters have a target to act upon! You need to bring your servants with you as a harassment force to slow down that transport, the fact that you were able to take down two squads of witch hunters proves that you have the ability to do so.

I don’t need you to go deep into battle!
Stall them, draw them in, distract them! Create opportunities for me and my hunters to sneak up on them, that’s all.

When this is done, you can go back to Cadman City with your commendation, Lady Tris will feel proud of you, and the family will reward you.”

“Seeing as how you’re as small as a middle schooler, you end up talking shit without batting an eye, you vicious brat!”

Murphy spat viciously in his heart.

Where would he, an old social animal who had been in society for almost ten years, be fooled by such words of coaxing a child?

Then he asked back very directly:

“So, in your plan of action, me and my servants are bait and cannon fodder, right?”

Missy didn’t answer, she just stared at him, her scarlet-red emitting eyes so calm that it was frightening.

Murphy grunted and shook his head:
“Worthy of being father and daughter, even the coldness and ruthlessness are so much in the same vein, it seems that you also know very well that as a fringe person I have no qualifications to bargain with you.

Fine, I’ll take the suicide job.

But I need a little help.”

“I’ve given you all the family ceremonial cloaks I have on standby, and promised you a minimum of thirty of the finest family dresses when we get back to Cadman City! That was our agreement before.”

At the mention of this matter, Onii-chan Femis said in an odd tone:
“Although I don’t know what you’re trying to do by collecting these useless things, I’ve already given you the help you need, Murphy, don’t give an inch.”

“Collecting luxury items is just a personal hobby of mine, and that’s not even a weapon! Do I want that thing with the intention of marshaling dangerous enemies to death?”

Murphy replied in a slightly teasing tone as he spread his hands:
“See how I, a fringe person, am about to volunteer my life for your goals, and I’m not even willing to give the last bit of charity? Is that what your father taught you about the decency of us midnight nobles?

Not to mention the fact that I don’t want much!”

He stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Missy’s eyes, stating his terms:
“Twenty sets of family squire leather armor and matching weapons, both melee and long range are needed, and they don’t even need to be particularly good. I need to arm my servants so they can hold out against the enemy longer.

Don’t think this is a lion’s share either.

You see, you can still recycle these supplies in case we die out.”

“Take back your bad joke! Eyeless Murphy! Are you treating me like a beggar on the side of the road? How could I allow my men to use what you used?

And to take it from the dead?
How undignified!”

The extremely grooming-conscious Missy said coldly with a disgusted look on her face:
“And you only have two servants plus three witch hunter captives, where do you need twenty sets of armor so much?”

“I’ve recruited quite a few blood servants who were victimized by the witch hunters along the way, and as soon as I give the call, the loyal and angry ones will rush to my side.”

Murphy winked, and gestured again to the group of vampire elites not far away who were piling up and whispering in the dark as he spoke:
“And personally, I’ll need an awesome Commander’s outfit to show off who I am in the eyes of my servants, maybe I can borrow one from them.

Also, I’ve been researching otherworldly creature summoning lately, so if there are any similar psychic handbooks or family swordplay handbooks, perhaps I could be allowed to borrow them.”

This made Onii-chan Femis look at Murphy with a strange gaze, and after a few seconds, she said:
“Does that make sense? You only have three days to prepare, Murphy. You’re not a genius or you wouldn’t have accomplished nothing, and of course, it seems to me that the family members are more or less biased in their poor assessment of you.

At least that ambush you fought in the ruins of the village of Moorland was not bad.”

Missy did speak with venom.

But she was also fair enough at least unlike the other vampires who couldn’t see Murphy’s victory with their eyes wide open, thus after a few moments of contemplation she nodded her head and said:
“Alright, I will provide you with everything you need, but your witch hunter captives will have to be turned over to me.”

She points to the three witch hunters by the campfire and says:
“We captured one earlier, but it wasn’t enough.

My torturers are going to have to dig everything they can out of their heads about the White Oak Warband, those guys spilled into Transylvania by the Tower of the Ring and General Loren to wreak havoc all over the place have become no small danger.

Consider it an exchange, Murph.

Deal?”

Without much hesitation, Murphy nodded:

“Deal! Thank you for your kindness, Missy, a beautiful and generous lady like you will be well rewarded, and the Mother of Darkness will surely shelter you.”

(End of chapter)