Chapter 139 138 Night Visit to a Vampire

Chapter 139 138. night visit to the vampire

In the 16th hour after the players went offline, Murphy was in the Blood Wyvern Cloisters preparing the topic for tomorrow morning’s early morning meeting.

He wanted to get the structure of the system in his territory up before the players came online again. At this time, he was extremely grateful that he was a “boss”, under the command of Ms. Miriam such as professionals to help work, otherwise, Murphy would probably go crazy if he didn’t have to do the entire work himself.

Moreover, there is still an important issue is the shadow of the Star World that has re-emerged over the ruins of the inner city above the Blood Wyvern Corridor.

Although the filthy spiritual energy coming down from the star world’s creation in the sky is not as aggressive as last time, they have indeed formed a “black fog area” in the inner city that is not left.

It was not hard to imagine that as time progressed, the threats in the inner city would no longer just be low-level despair creatures, but more and more Star Realm creatures would cross over into the inner city area of Cadman along with the Star Realm wounds in the sky that took at least ten years to heal, so Murphy intended to completely isolate the inner city.

It just so happened that the great rift in the city had split the original city in two, so the establishment of the new city would just expand outward using the outer city as a base.

As for the inner city, these places can be used as the players’ activity area, anyway, they are not afraid of the number of monsters, especially for the new players, the more monsters such as Despair Derivatives, the better.

In this way, the Blood Wyvern Corridor, which exists as a “newbie village area”, can also bring its own “monster brush point”.

It couldn’t be more perfect.

The new Archduke of the Blood Vulture has already started to “work” in the Blood Vulture Corridor, or rather, he has changed the place to continue his drunkenness.

With only two or three kittens left in the Blood Vulture Clan, there was not much for Archduke Tris to deal with personally, so she specialized in her second “office”.

That is, the personal psionic advisor and domesticated alchemy master of Lord Murphy, the Earl of Cadman.

Her last work was the “Gathering Stones” used to support the snapshot mechanism of the duplicates, and Murphy was planning to test the effectiveness of this new item once the players came online.

As a result, Count Cadman was organizing the meeting points in his small room in the Blood Wyvern Corridor when he heard a knock on the door, and then his housekeeper, Mrs. Adele, pushed the door in and reported:
“Master Murphy, you have a guest to visit.”

“Oh?”

Murphy, who was lying on his desk writing and drawing, asked without lifting his head:

“I’m really curious as to which unlucky person would come to visit our empty, ruined territory at this time?”

“It’s Ms. Natalie.”

Mrs. Adele said in an odd tone:
“She and her squad of witch hunters came to the survivor camp to pick up Major Fraser from his departure, but she herself wished to pay a visit to the lord of this place, which is you. I politely declined, after all, there really isn’t much to say between vampires and witch hunters.

But she insisted on meeting you, and said it was for the sake of old Lord Fennok.”

“Tch.”

Murphy flicked his tongue, sat up straight in thought for a moment, and nodded to Mrs. Adele:

“Then invite her in.

The last White Knight of this world, who pushed the frenzied will of subspace into the Astral Plane by sacrificing himself, was theoretically the great savior of us all, and all life in all of Transylvania should honor him for it.

He will become a new legend in this great land, and his daughter will be treated favorably for it.”

“Master, this may be a bit risky.”

Adele emphasized:

“That Miss Natalie has already established some connection with the Oak Sacred Blade, if she storms in and attacks.”

“It doesn’t matter, I also have the sanctuary of the Holy Relic from Midnight, not to mention, isn’t our powerful and majestic Archduke Tris right next door?”

Murphy stood up and patted the Desire Demon Blade that maintained silence at his waist.

Necessary Evil was not at all as alive in his hands as it was in Salokdar’s.

If you have to make an analogy, it is like a dying eel, only when Murphy patted it it would vibrate twice, highlighting a lethargic after being seriously injured, like a boss with no intimidating power to speak of.

“Uh, that’s the second thing I have to report to you.”

Mrs. Adele whispered with a helpless face:
“Just a moment ago, Her Excellency the Grand Duchess was bent on demanding that I pay her Grand Ducal Annuity for the current year in advance for sending out merchants from the camp to purchase various spirits from the merchants in the Ice Bay region. She insisted that this is for you to make certain hidden alchemical items, but I really haven’t heard of any potions that need to be configured using a thirty-year portion of spirits as a base.

I have denied Your Excellency the Archduke’s request for such nonsense.”

“Well, you have done very well, this is what the Blood Vulture Clan’s Treasure Trove Commissioner and the family’s Grand Steward should be.”

Murphy nodded in appreciation:
“Continue to maintain your image of an iron face and selflessness, Adele, as for Tris’s ill-timed mouth and stomach, my warriors will surely be more than willing to help her out in any way they can when they return again.”

“Yes, master, then I will take my leave.”

Lady Adele bent her head in impeccable decorum to Murphy and a few minutes later, Miss Natalie, a fully armed, gray-haired demon hunter girl, pushed her way through the door.

Her outfit was rather peculiar.

Old Finok’s oak Holy Blade Watcher was slung behind her back.

The elven ceremonial greatsword was taller than her person, which made it look extremely visually appealing, while on either side of her waist she wore a long and a short silver exotic warblade imitating the Holy Blade.

Together with the combat daggers hidden in her boots, haunches and cuffs and the two hunting crossbows hanging from her back, the witch hunter could be said to be armed to the teeth.

However, her face was a little softer compared to the previous posture that always gnashed her teeth when she saw Murphy.

There was also a kind of stoicism in those gray eyes that Murphy couldn’t understand.

However, as the “head of intelligence” under Murphy’s command, Mrs. Adele’s report is absolutely accurate, Natalie has indeed established contact with the Watcher’s Sacred Blade left behind by the old knight.

There was obviously a spiritual energy resonance between her and the Holy Blade.

But very barely.
Completely lacking the smoothness of “blood is thicker than water” between the old Finnock and the Watcher, it was even far inferior to the dark psychic energy connection established between Murphy and the Necessary Evil in his hands, and Murphy’s psychic energy resonance with the Demon Blade of Desire was only at a “low” level in the evaluation of the character card. The psychic resonance between Murphy and Desire Demon Blade is also only “low” in the character card evaluation.

From this, it can be seen that this gray-haired Demon Huntress has not gained the recognition of the Sacred Blade of Nature.

At best, the Holy Blade allowed her to wield herself.

It was true that a holy item holder of this level could not pose an effective threat to Murphy, who had acquired an elite template.

“You wanted to see me?”

Murphy asked in a friendly tone to the Demon Hunter Hime in front of him as he stood in his office, which used to be the lounge of one of the family’s personal guards, spreading his hands:
“Is there anything that I, a lord above the trash heaps and ruins, can help you with? Ms. Natalie.”

“I’ve come to ask some questions, with old Finok.”

“You should address him as ‘Father’!”

Natalie’s words were interrupted by Murphy waving his hand before she could finish.

The vampire lord looked at her, the scarlet points of light in his eyes danced, representing Murphy’s changing mood at that moment.

He said:

“His Excellency Finok Lawson sacrificed himself in the most critical moment under the revelation of the gods he believed in to save the whole of Transylvania, and thus every living being on this great land should honor him!

I don’t know about you witch hunters, but I have decided to erect a statue of Monsignor Lawson as part of the restoration of the Blood Wyvern Cloisters, in the original hall of the Holy Blood Pool.

I will tell his epic tale to everyone I meet.

Of course, you are his daughter, and you naturally have the right to speak of my departed friend in any unkind tone, but still I would like to emphasize that any disrespect you show to my old friend, Lord Fennock, is likely to offend me.

Therefore, please choose your words carefully.”

This reply silenced Natalie once again.

After a few seconds, she reared her head and spoke: “I have come to inquire about something that happened to my father before he passed away, he had a conversation with you in the secret passage of the cloister and I wish to know if there was any mention of a power called ‘Dusk’ in his words?”

“No.”

Murphy lied rather naturally in a very honest tone, acting no differently than any other vampire in this aspect of the bottom line.

He said:

“He just used some verbal baiting to hope that I would pay attention to the hidden black hands behind this matter of the rebellion of the old religion, but he didn’t mention the names of those black hands, and he also said that all of this that we are experiencing right now, including the war, is just a light breeze before the storm that is really coming.

To be honest, this sounds like the ravings of a madman.

But considering the identity label of Old Finok’s sincere believer, I guess he must know something, so is the ‘Twilight’ that you’re talking about the culprit that started the Ten Years’ War and the Old Religion’s Rebellion?”

“I can’t say much about it, but I’m guessing that would be the case, I don’t know where they are or what they’re plotting, but they’re my enemies!”

Natalie’s gray, seemingly emotionless eyes danced with certain points of light as she said:
“I will hunt them to the death.”

“With your current strength and squad?”

Murphy shook his head.

He took a step back and leaned against his desk, looking the Demon Hunter Hime up and down in a slightly teasing manner:

“As far as I know, the White Oak Warband is already the last existing formed force of the old religion, and you have lost nearly 90% of it in the Ten Years’ War, leaving you with only a remnant of a thousand or so people. Not to mention whether or not you can rely on the Great Oak Blades in your hands that have yet to be fully tamed to convince them to obey you.
Even if they did, such a tired and weakened force would be hard pressed to compete with a force capable of pulling off an operation on the scale of the Ten Years’ War in the Shadows.
Well, that brings us to the second topic of conversation in that close conversation I had with your father.”

Murphy touched the core jewel on his chest, his blood-red eyes glancing at Natalie, who was listening, and said:

“Your father had hoped that you would lead the remaining witch hunters to join Transylvania.”

“No way!”

The gray-haired witch hunter denied instantly:

“He couldn’t possibly make such a request of a vampire lord even if he were insane!”

“Of course he didn’t make the offer, the golden strongman always has his dignity, it was I who initiated the invitation, I told your father that witch hunters are homeless in this day and age, and that Transylvania will open its arms to all the homeless.”

Murphy said in a gentle tone as he spread his arms wide:
“I spelled out to your father my plans for this land with my ideals.

When I told him that I wished to build on the ruins of the city of Cadman an ideal city where all men are equal and the inhabitants thereof are not inferior because of differences in race or civilization, your father ridiculed me as a daydreamer and called me a madman.

But he never made a denial of the invitation I made, until the last moment when he wished me to admit you.

There is no lie in what I have said.

So Natalie Finocchia Lawson, I would like you to put aside for a moment your personal vendetta against me and think about this in the context of the Witch Hunters as a group.

I extend an invitation to you.

Not as Clan Bloodwing, but as Count Cadman.

For the past many years, you have left a terrible reputation in this great land.

Fortunately, vampires don’t have much of a reputation here either.

So, if the people here are willing to give the vampires a chance to start over, then odds are they won’t refuse the witch hunters’ participation in rebuilding this land either.

Provided that you are truly willing to dedicate yourselves to this land.

You know me, Natalie.

You know I’m not like other vampires, and I’ve never tried to hide that, even when I can tell you plainly.

I consider myself actually more of a human than a vampire.

So…”

Murphy turned around, unreservedly exposing his back to Natalie’s eyes as he plopped himself down on the table and swished and wrote, while in this stance in front of him it would only take a single burst of the Great Oak’s Holy Blade sheathed to drive it into Murphy’s body if the witch hunter wished it to do so.

However, until Murphy finished writing what was in his hand, Natalie did not make any movement in her place.

A voice roared in her mind.

But she used her reason to suppress the urge that would only lead things to a worse situation.

This kind of self-suppression is called “growth”.

“Give yourself a chance, and give your followers, your subordinates, a chance as well.”

Murphy handed the paperwork in his hand to Natalie with a smile on his face, and then picked up Count Cadman’s seal and covered it with scarlet spiritual energy, stamping his own seal on the paperwork.

The content on this instrument was simple.

It was Murphy’s use of Count Cadman’s power to grant the former witch hunters of the Avalon Church the status of Transylvanian citizens, and to divide a large area of the former inner city of Cadman City for them to use as their daily residence and training area, and to allow the witch hunters to keep their own armament in his territory.

“Of course, the name Witch Hunters can no longer be used, so you might want to think of a new name, as if saying goodbye to the past and starting a new life.”

Murphy whispered:
“And if you’re open to it, I’ve got a bit of fringe territory in hand to put together a barony would you like to add the nickname ‘Baroness’ to the front of your name? Please don’t look at me with that crazy look, Ms. Natalie.

I’m really short of people right now.

In particular, I’m very, very short of talented people like you, so please believe in my sincerity.”

“I’ll take this as a not-so-funny joke and share it with my companions, who will surely burst out laughing happily.”

Natalie folded up the paperwork in her hand and placed it into her psychic bag, nodded a very cold farewell to Murphy, turned and strutted out of the office.

Murphy watched her leave, and the moment the door to the room closed, he suddenly asked:
“Have you heard of the name ‘Dusk’?”

“No.”

Tris’s voice sounded from behind.

The Archduchess of the Blood Vulture withdrew her disguise as if she had stepped out of the shadows in a masterful maneuver of psychic energy, and she shook her head:
“The name has never come to mind in memory, but if that is the warning that old Finok left for his daughter, then we should indeed be wary of it. I was just joking before though, I didn’t realize you were actually planning on recruiting witch hunters to your domain?”

“Of course.”

Murphy sighed:
“It’s only a thousand or so, but we can make up a dozen or so slots, and with Transylvania leaking all over the place right now, we need this kind of formed armament. Unfortunately, the chips I can give in my hand are too few and far between.

It might have been possible if old Finnock was still around, but Natalie obviously had a hard-on for me.

This is probably a lost cause.

Tris, did anyone respond to the message you sent out when you contacted the former Blood Wyvern members?”

“No. Oh, little Murphy.”

The Blood Vulture Archduchess sighed:
“After all, who would want to submit to the leadership of a famous family wastrel?”

“Very well!”

Murphy said, narrowing his eyes:

“Then in the name of Mother Darkness, we did give them a chance. Now even if Venerable Lord Paying himself arrives, there’s no reason to call what we’re going to do next ‘cruel’.”

(End of chapter)