Chapter 177 – 176 Rejoice, the era of the Twelve Little Heroes of the Blood Vulture has arrived!

Chapter 177 176.Rejoice, the era of the Blood Vulture Twelve Little Powers has arrived!

“This quest, I didn’t issue it.”

In the Blood Wyvern Cloister, Murphy was underground listening to the autumn rain falling on the earth by relying on his powerful vampire senses.

The sound of that rain and the overcast clouds covering the sunlight made him feel comfortable, but the vampire lord’s mind was not calm at this time.

Because just a moment ago, when he was retrieving the contact between the core treasure pearl and the lower treasure pearl, he accidentally discovered a mission that was not issued by his hand.

It was the profession-related “hidden quest” that Brother Meow Meow had taken, but it wasn’t from Murphy or any other NPC holding an arithmetic pearl.

“Avalon.”

Murphy stroked the core pearl.

At this moment, a strong uneasiness welled up in his heart. Small players thought that this was a game, and all the quests were brushed out by the system, but the truth was not like that! The so-called “mission system” was just a “blindfold” that Murphy had developed for them with the help of the special nature of the arithmetic pearl.

Theoretically, this is a privilege that only belongs to Murphy’s camp, because the “encryption” of the administrator system makes it impossible for other models of Operational Treasure Beads to crack this layer of special communication structure. But now, Meow Meow received a mission from “outside the system”.

Murphy does not think that this is someone’s ghost, his first reaction is that the god Avalon really manifested, because this is not the first time that the nature of Avalon in Murphy here “manifestation”!
Previously, when he and the old knight hunted those crazy vampires who were caught in the subspace filth, he had accomplished a “communication” with the God of Avalon with the help of the divine scroll copied by the old knight.

Although that was only the other party examining him unilaterally, as well as the old knight’s deathbed uttered those divine words like prophecies, as for the use of arithmetic beads to send out quests, this kind of thing is not surprising, if even the 432-year-old vampire sister can learn to use arithmetic beads, then for the mysterious star world giant spirit this is just a look at the thing to be able to be proficient at it.

“My god watches over you, my god blesses you, my god will walk with you, and all the spirits will walk with you on the sea of stars, Alpha, keep going.”

Murphy’s vampire memory was good.

He repeated the old knight’s last admonition in his mind.

Now it seemed that what the old knight had said was not just ravings, Avalon seemed to be really paying attention to him as a vampire . No? Nature’s God are you suddenly taking some strange interest in poop?

I’m obviously a perpetual sin descendant!

Murphy spat viciously.

He then thought of the vampire unlucky Mary that he had rescued from the city of Batasin before, the latter said that she had heard a voice reminding her that Murphy would come to save her in her desperate situation that time it shouldn’t be Avalon that was messing with her, right?
The vampire had told Tris about this before, and Tris promised that she would look into it, but now that Murphy was uneasy, he was going to check with the “professionals” who would be by his side.

“Snap.”

Murphy pushed open the door of Tris’s office, the result is to see Tris lying on the table holding a bottle of wine whooped and hollered.

Okay.

Tris was an orthodox vampire, and rainy, sunless days like today were their favorite time to hibernate, and sleeping peacefully to the sound of rain wasn’t just a human prerogative, vampires loved it just as much.

Murphy shrugged and didn’t disturb Tris’s hard-won rest.

He placed a cloak gently over Tris’s shoulders and quietly retreated.

The entire Blood Vulture Cloister was very quiet at this moment.

Presumably all the vampires except him had fallen asleep at their rare leisure, even Adele and Maxim, who had inherited Murphy’s bloodline but only had a slight resistance to sunlight, which didn’t prevent drowsiness during daylight hours.

Murphy estimated that even Lady Shani and her Thorn followers should have fallen asleep by now.

So he thought.

As a result, just after turning a corner with his hands behind his back, he saw Andre, the Earl of White Mountain, who was holding a cup of black tea, sitting on a corner table and flipping through a book of poems.

It was as if the latter was “staying up all night”, fighting the lure of sleep with black tea.

But it was obvious that he was trying very hard to endure it, yawning from time to time, which seriously undermined the “seriousness” and “rationality” and “maturity” that had always existed in him and that he was trying to maintain. He was trying hard to maintain his “seriousness” and “rationality” and “maturity”.

He’s actually quite handsome.

However, the route he took was not the same concept as Lord Murphy’s in-your-face “handsome”.

“Why don’t you go to sleep?”

Murphy asked in a gentle tone as he approached him:
“Was the coffin we prepared for you not comfortable enough?”

“No. The walnut coffins are filled with a quiet, fresh scent, and are much better suited to a peaceful dream in this part of Transylvania than the coffins we made from cold wood.”

Count Andre courteously raised his teacup to Murphy as he said:
“I just have not yet adapted to life as a vampire, and certain habits belonging to humans are still stubbornly fighting against You don’t seem to have such troubles? You are obviously like me, a blood novice who has just been transformed for a year.”

“Gee, there must be a trick to this sort of thing.”

Murphy smiled and sat beside Count Andre, who ceremoniously cooked a cup of court black tea for him as well, Murphy blurted out to Andre:
“When I was a human, I heard some of the locals tell stories about ‘daywalkers’ when I was looking for work to support myself in the city of Cadman. I guess it was just folklore, but it was quite interesting.”

“Hmm? Daywalkers?”

Count Andre, a melancholic poet who was also quite interested in these folk legends, asked:

“A reference to vampires who can move freely in the sunlight? That sounds unlikely, our sinful blood dictates that we can never be accepted by the sun.”

“Aye! I know, however, the sun will accept humans . That is not just a privilege, my compatriot.”

Murphy took a small sip from his teacup and glanced at the Earl of Whitehill.

He lengthened his voice and said:

“What if you were a unique individual with a vampire shell, but a deep human soul? The sunlight would sear your shell, but it would also soothe your soul. I, too, at first dismissed the nonsensical legend of the daywalkers as a ludicrous tale, but as you can see.

Now I still can’t step into the sunlight peacefully, but I’m able to enjoy the embrace of the darkness while still being free to move about in the daytime without having to be bothered by fatigue.

Even more than that, my soul rejoices when I move about in the daylight.

They say I’m a vampire.

But I know that I’m actually more than a vampire, I’m a unique individual between the two races, like an artistic wandering twilight between sunlight and night I’ve always felt that I’m very lonely, and luckily, it seems that I’ve met a ‘kindred spirit’ today”

Earl Whitehill froze.

He looked at Murphy’s eyes that were bloodshot in their blackness, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he tentatively asked:

“So the key actually lies in the soul?”

“No, it lies in the will! The soul is something nebulous, but the consciousness is what truly exists and acts and dominates the body, so the key is to always keep your consciousness to yourself and yourself alone!
Even if you and I know that we will eventually become the same dark, sinister goods as the other vampires at the call of midnight, at least during this slippery slide we have to remember that we will always be human beings, not monsters by nature”

Murphy said eloquently:

“Of course there are other keys, such as suppressing the craving for blood, you see, I never drink more than is necessary, and only reveal my vicious Blood nature when facing an enemy. I know that the sensation of sucking blood is wonderful for us, like being in paradise, but what is too good and addictive is often bad for your health.

You could try it, Your Excellency.

If the human part of you is too stubborn to die, why do you have to kill yourself?
I suppose being a monster may never be in any little boy’s ideal.

Finding a balance between human and vampire is difficult, but if you can do it, then perhaps you can become a ‘daywalker’ like me.

It’s not as if I’m going to reveal this to everyone, I just think that
To put it bluntly, I think you are still saved, whereas your venerable Lady Shani and my venerable Lady Tris, both of whom are clearly hopeless, are content to be shy roses in the middle of the night, but have long forgotten the beauty they had when they were human.”

Having said that, Murphy rose with great decorum and gracefully made a nodding farewell to Count Andre, then slowly disappeared into the shadows of the cloister with his hands behind his back.

Count Andre bit his lip.

He sensed that Murphy was compelling him!

He could sense that this vampire lord, who was as big as he was but much more cunning than he was, was trying to cloud his judgment with quackery he had never heard of!
Perhaps this was because he himself was going to stay in Transylvania next as the eyes of the Thorn Clan to keep an eye on Murphy.

But he had to admit that there seemed to be some truth to this nonsense from His Excellency Count Cadman.

“The part of me that is human is stubbornly unwilling to die, it doesn’t want to see me slip forever into the abyss of night, it wants to save me . Yup! It’s not some necessary stage in the transformation of a life form, much less the inferiority of belonging to the human race as they say!
I just.
I myself just wanted to save myself! That’s all!”

Feeling inspired, Andrei immediately took out a pen and paper and began to write out a verse.

He decided to try Murphy’s approach.

What if, really, it worked? —
That night, when the six brotherly Meowsharks in the dormitory finally completed the Black Iron Trial in the fiery fires of the sewers, the number of small players who had made reservations to become vampires here in Murphy’s place finally came up to twelve. So Count Cadman immediately summoned his warriors.

He decided to personally grant the first batch of new Blood Vulture members with a unique ceremony of First Embrace and Spirit Weaving, and of course, for the sake of ceremony, Murphy mobilized all the vampire members under his command, and invited a group of spectators to the Hall of Sons and Daughters.

The group of vampires who had gotten enough sleep during the day were all in high spirits by nightfall, and even though Murphy had not invited them, Lady Shani still showed up with her servants as spectators.

“It’s out of order, isn’t it, Mrs. Tris.”

Lady Shani looked at the little players in the Hall of Sons and Heirs who were alive and kicking and were preparing to be inappropriate, she maintained her dignified manners and said to Tris, who was posing in a dignified manner beside her, using onomatopoeic techniques:
“These little ones are otherworldly spirits, and I have not heard of any family that would bestow the blood of a sinful descendant upon them.”

“You found out?”

Tris glanced at Shani with slanted eyes.

The Archduchess of Thorns covered her mouth with a light laugh and said:
“If I can’t even discover this, then I deserve to be killed by a dose of poison in the court struggle… You made the psychic items on them, didn’t you? Quite useful. If I hadn’t secretly observed their dead bodies last night, I wouldn’t have been able to discover this secret.”

“Looks like I’ll have to upgrade my concealment items once again.”

Tris grunted and said:
“Alright, since you’ve seen through me I won’t pretend anymore, this is exactly the unique summoning technique that I myself developed through my research on the star world and subspace learning, they are the bottom card I use to revitalize the Blood Wyvern’s majesty, and my most trusted little Murphy is their commander.

You’d better keep your mouth shut, Shani, if you don’t want to see the Blood Wyverns and Thorns go to war again.”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch, old auntie threatened me, I’m really scared.”

Lady Shani’s posture was gentle as she ruffled her golden hair braid, that gentle face like a human wife maintained an impeccable smile, not the slightest bit of that bloodthirsty madwoman’s appearance from last night’s combat.

She responded to Tris:
“I will be leaving Transylvania to return to Northwind Castle in a few days, and I have a lot of things to do, so I don’t have time to pass on some boring gossip, but before the Black Plague arrives, I will come back to Transylvania one more time to examine the development here.

How about this, Tris, how about the two of us make a contract as Archdukes?
I’ll help you keep the Summoning Technique a secret, but the Blood Vulture Clan under your command and the Thorn Clan under my command are allied here!

I mean a ‘true alliance’! Not the kind of childish jokes that make peace on the surface, but are played on both sides of the fence underneath. We can even exchange each other’s blood to ensure the fulfillment of this pact!”

“Hm? You mean the Pact of Sacred Blood?”

Lady Tris looked at Shani in surprise as she asked seriously:

“Such a sincere family pact is really rare in our history, as far as I can remember it seems to have only happened eight hundred years ago when three patriarchs conspired to assassinate an Ancient One. So, who are you dealing with?”

“Who else?”

Shani narrowed her eyes and said:

“Naturally, it’s the enemies! In that ancient era of the sacred blood dispute, Blood Fear, Blood Vulture, and Wolfsbane teamed up to destroy the Thorn’s inheritance, and your atrocities caused our originating patriarch to be killed, resulting in the loss of our inherited holy relics.

Now that both the Blood Fears and the Blood Vultures have experienced extinction, and both Charlemagne and Salokhdar have returned to the midnight of their souls, Archduchess Oksana’s spirit in heaven will be satisfied.

However, one of the murderers, the Wolfsbane Clan, has not yet suffered the scourge!

Wolfsbane had a hand in the disaster of Cadman City, and old Edward and the wolf pups under his command are already our common enemy, so your answer is .”

“You tell the truth! Or I will have no choice but to reject you.”

Tris said seriously:

“As an Archduke you can’t be so public because of historical factors, that was eight hundred years ago, and I don’t see you, a madman who dares to kill his honored elders with his own hands, as a she-fox who would respect tradition.

Speak up!

Why are you targeting the Wolfsbane Clan?”

“Ugh, it’s getting harder and harder to fool people these days, not bad for a well-informed old auntie.”

Lady Shani laughed in passing once again irritating certain thoughts hidden underneath Trixie’s delicate expression as she pulled her hair in a braid and spoke the real reason:

“I am currently the Court Intelligence Officer for Her Majesty, the Wolf Woman, and I have confirmed that I have one more difficult opponent on the ‘business level’! With old Edward and his clan bowing down to King Louis, it’s a given that they’ll be operating even more heavily in the shadows of the Kingdom of the Golden Sparrow!
Alas, this business is getting harder and harder.

But we have to be dedicated, and as a member of the royal family of the Kingdom of Nordtorf, my majesty needs me to weaken potential enemies as a way to lay the groundwork for future battles between the two countries in various fields.

Is that reason enough?”

“That’s right.”

Tris nodded in satisfaction and said:
“I can agree in principle, but what are you going to do about it?”

“That will wait until the time is right.”

Shani tenderly extended her hand to Tris.

The Blood Vulture Archduke also took off his own glove and held it with Shani, and the moment the two white and graceful fingers closed, each of them overflowed a drop of blood from their palms to mingle, and then parted back into their bodies.

The contract of holy blood was reached!

Of course this contract did not have any mandatory binding force for gold ranked bloods, however both Tris and Shani could realize that the union would do them no harm.

The Wolfsbane Clan that was jumping more and more right now really needed to be fixed!
This was the rule of the Blood Clan!

Whenever a certain clan was too strong, there would always be other clans that would unite to suppress it, well, it was a sacred tradition!
“Where’s Bull?”

Little Vikrama, who had changed into her beloved Midnight Hunter regalia in preparation for the First Embrace Ceremony, chewed on a malt and asked curiously to Sister Pomegranate, who was also wearing her regalia.

Sister Pomegranate bristled, pointed to the top of her head, and said:
“Talking to the NPC he rescued, that said, why do I feel as if my smelly brother has an unusual relationship with that NPC?

Am I overthinking it?”

At the same time, at the entrance of the Blood Vulture Cloister.

“Are you really determined to become a vampire?”

The frail Lady Ambrosia was still trying to retain her warrior Bull, but the fact that the latter had already changed into the Midnight Hunter ceremonial uniform represented Bull’s decision.

Not far behind Bull, there were his two little brothers, namely Khaki Tony Too and Mud to Luda Oil from the same dormitory, the two gym students who had also completed the Elite Challenge yesterday morning with the help of the new battle method developed by Stick.

The two of them were talking to each other, with a very “cheap” expression on their faces.

In the face of Ms. Ambrosia’s retention, Niu Niu didn’t feel anything strange, he said to the worried Ambrosia in the tone of a friend:

“Haven’t we discussed this topic before?

Don’t you worry, becoming a vampire doesn’t mean I’ll become a monster, it’s just a choice of power! It’s only with power that you can realize your ambitions!

Though I don’t know what my ambitions are either.

But I’ve already made a date with my other friends, and I can’t quit at this point.”

“Just because of an appointment? You’re going to venture out into the night and suffer the temptations of that darkness until one day you’re corrupted and degraded into something truly evil?”

Ambrosia said with some agitation:
“You clearly deserve a better life! You’re such a fine young man.”

“Then let’s make a pact, too?”

Bull said to Ms. Ambos when he saw that the time was almost up:
“You are a witch hunter, a warrior who specializes in hunting evil spirits, so how about if I fall to become an evil spirit in your eyes on a certain day, then it is up to you to kill me with your own hands?”

Ms. Ambos fell silent.

After several seconds, she reached out her hand and shook Bull’s as she whispered a threat:

“Then you’d better control yourself, my warrior, if one day I learn that you have become a monster, my arrows will show you no mercy!”

“Well, we’ll make a deal.”

Bull grinned back.

Then he turned to Ambrose’s worried gaze and walked into the cloister with his two friends, who were still saying things like “paper man” and “wife” that Ambrose didn’t understand.

But it was true that Bull and Ms. Ambrose were just friends!
Well, at least for now.
(End of chapter)