Chapter 187 186 Remember! Never say “short” in front of him.

Chapter 187 186.Remember! Never say “short” in front of him!
Tris and Murphy’s relationship is at a delicate point right now.

Murphy has made his feelings clear and wants to have an impure relationship with Tris, but Tris is always hesitant.

She doesn’t intentionally try to be a female Sea King, however, but is simply concerned that her crazy past might cause trouble for Murphy, a form of protection that stems from an honorable elder’s desire to be protective of his or her heir, even though the two have long since been released from their blood contract.

But outside of that concern, Tris is not repulsed by Murphy’s occasional overly intimate gestures.

As she said herself, she didn’t hate this different heir of hers, and since she didn’t explicitly reject Murphy’s affection, some intimacy that didn’t go beyond the boundaries naturally belonged to the scope of acceptability.

In the office, Tris allowed Murphy to hold her waist from behind, gently sniffing her long hair with a hint of the mysterious scent of alcohol and midnight reward, but the two hands were very disciplined, and didn’t stay where they shouldn’t be, really just stayed in the subtle area between “gentleman” and “nasty”. They really just stayed in the delicate zone between “gentleman” and “dirty”.

That was as far as Tris could take it at the moment, another inch down or up and she’d be facing a psychic explosion in her face.

The good news is that underneath Murphy’s young vampire body lies a not-so-young soul, a cunning sociopath who understands the principle of “faster is not faster” and is not just playing around with this relationship, he is serious enough to be patient.

Old men know, delicious rice can not eat a big mouth, to chew and swallow slowly to have enough sweetness.

“Be serious, I’m talking business.”

Tris said somewhat helplessly.

“You talk, I’m listening.”

Murphy closed his eyes and placed his head gently on Tris’s shoulder, his body swaying slightly driving Tris’s body to move slowly through the office as well.

It was like the graceful rhythm of a dance, he loved the feeling of manipulation and even felt he had a talent for micro-manipulation as well.

“Phimis’ questioning in the Blood League Knights went quite well, Venerable Lord Paying spent several days listening to everything that happened in Cadman City, and also carefully inquired about the effects of the Ten Years’ War on the Blood Vulture Clan, as well as Salokdar’s Eternal Silence and the current state of the Clan.

Our plans for the future and the pulse of our development have been made known to His Holiness.”

Tris reached out and placed her hand on the one Murphy had placed on her abdomen, she moved her feet nimbly and gracefully to match Murphy’s movements and spoke softly:
“Femis told me that even though Venerable Lord Paying didn’t ask explicitly, it’s highly likely that he already knows the truth about Femis’ birth, and I even suspect that the act of stealing the Seed of Life by Salokdar and I along with the other Elders back then wasn’t hidden from the Venerable Lord’s ears either.

Frankly, this worries me a bit.”

“Are you afraid that Venerable Lord Paying is behind all of this?”

Murphy said in a warm voice:
“You think that Salokdar’s affair with Femis has always been seen by the Venerable Lord, but he didn’t intervene to stop it, instead acquiescing to Salokdar’s madness. It wasn’t until the last Blood Vulture Archduke took that step of seeking out subspace that he completely crossed His Holiness Pa Ying’s bottom line?”

“Well, that’s what I think, and it’s not even just a guess.”

Tris sighed, full of worry:
“From an unbiased point of view, Salokdar’s intention in crafting the unique life form of Phimis should have been to try to fulfill that bold plan I had planned for him back then, where we had tried to mend the vampire’s innate flaws.

As you can see, Phimis cannot first embrace another, but she can give birth to a new vampire by way of a human birth, and from that point of view, Salokdar’s plan with me has succeeded!
And as the uncrowned king of the vampire ethnicity, I don’t believe that Venerable Lord Paying, who has lived from before the Era to the present, would not have any thoughts in this regard, he is the vampire leader who is most accepted by the other civilizations, and he surely hopes that we can share this world peacefully with the other races.

The appearance of Femis represents such a possibility!
This is perhaps the primary reason why Venerable Lord Paying is playing dumb, and also, the fact that the Venerable Lord helped Phemis complete the final breakthrough of her Black Iron rank power and personally presided over her Silver Trial.”

“Isn’t that better?”

Murphy responded in a lazy voice in Tris’s ear as if he had dropped all his burdens:
“By accepting Phimis in this way, His Holiness Pa Ying has also blocked the possibility of other people who might be in the know threatening you and I with this matter, which also means that His Holiness has forgiven you for your crazy actions back then. Since Salokdar is dead, you are the guardian of Phimis.

If you can allow Femis to give birth to a true vampire by way of childbirth, then the Venerable Lord will be absolutely delighted, and he may even reward us for it.”

“So . Are you ready?”

Tris finally stated the reason why she had come over tonight.

She stopped and turned to look at Murphy and said in a very serious and grave tone:
“You, are the most suitable person I can find to marry Phineas and fulfill this . Well!”

The Blood Vulture Archduke raised a possibility very seriously, yet she didn’t seem to realize that her words had angered Murphy.

Before she could finish her sentence, she was pressed against the wall in a rough manner by the suddenly violent Murphy, followed by a kiss.

But it wasn’t gentle.

It was full of roughness, punishment and opposition.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that Tris even felt suffocated, and for the first time, Murphy’s ever-gentlemanly hand pushed the boundaries and, as if to leave a mark, followed her scar upwards, causing Tris to let out a muffled cry of pain in another five-fingered kneading session.

“I can forgive you for being thoughtless in saying something stupid that would hurt my feelings, my Tris.”

After nearly a minute of rough kissing, Murphy whispered in a panting Tris’ ear:
“But if there’s a next time, I’ll be quite angry and sad, Tris, will you let me be sad? You know, I’m fairly conservative and traditional in that regard, and have no desire and absolutely no need to have a fling on top of you.

What did you take what I told you earlier for?
A silly little boy’s joke?”

“I just.”

Looking into Murphy’s gaze, which had never before been so disappointed and cold in her presence, Tris’s heart fluttered, and she averted her eyes sheepishly when it became clear that she had enough strength to teach the little bastard a lesson right here.

“Femis has her destiny, I had promised her that she was free, that no one could ever again dominate the course of her life as badly as Salokdar did, and I don’t care or concern myself with which unlucky person her affections will end up with.

But that could never be me.”

Murphy took a step back, withdrew his less than gentlemanly hand, and returned the comment thoughtfully.

“Why?”

Tris asked as she straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes:
“Obviously Femis is cute too, just like the dolls made by the halflings, and didn’t your warriors love her and give her the endearing name of ‘Rich Loli’?”

Murphy didn’t answer.

He leaned back against his desk, his eyes darting up and down, admiring the way a blushing Tris straightened her clothes, and he lifted his left hand to rub his thumb against his fingertips, skimming his lips in a grin as he said:
“Cute is nothing in front of sexy, just like tenderness is nothing in front of maturity, and who in their right mind would like to eat green fruit? Me, I have normal tastes. A ripe peach is my favorite.”

“Oh, no wonder you and Shani were chatting so happily.”

Tris’s voice suddenly took a turn as she whispered with a full of reproach:

“So you like mature women, and you call people ‘Mrs. Shani’, so my little Murphy likes that tone?”

“Ahem.”

Murphy suddenly realized that he had fallen into the Scarlet Witch’s trap.

He realized that this incident tonight seemed like everything was under his control but it seemed like Tris was dominating everything from the very beginning.

Blanch!
I can’t believe I forgot this truth!
The so-called most brilliant hunters often appear as prey!

“Let’s get down to business.”

Murphy said with a serious change of topic:

“Since Phineas will be returning soon, it’s time for the trusteeship of Andromeda Hills to end. That’s her fiefdom, it’s right that she should manage it personally, I plan to assign all of Mary’s batch of people to her, and then she will be in charge of making contact with the Goldfinch Kingdom’s side.

Femis was raised by Salokdar as an alpha from a young age, and I’m sure these things won’t be difficult for her.”

“Hmph, man.”

Tris glanced at Murphy and didn’t answer at all.

She left the office with a bewitching stride in the high and cold posture that the Blood Vulture Archduke deserved, and the weak-minded Murphy watched Tris disappear before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, well.

He admitted that Lady Shani was indeed his type as well, however he was serious! Tris was the one for him. That wasn’t going to change one bit.

Alas, not in the mood to deal with the territory, it was better to go out and see what kind of work the little sand sculptor players had gotten him into.

In this little sad moment of being “warned”, it would take the cutest little players to bring Murphy a little comfort in this cold night.
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The next day at noon.

The time the vampires hated most, the time for Marshal Loren’s talk, was approaching.

From the other side to pick this damn time can be seen, the half-dwarf marshal to give Murphy a “down”, normal vampires at this time let alone a language game, can maintain sober is already quite good.

The marshal has calculated everything!
However, even if he played the calculator fly also can’t imagine that Murphy is a different “daywalker”, this time he is not only energetic but also because of last night’s incident in the heart full of anger, is waiting for in the language of the exchange of these to vent to the opponent in front of his eyes.

“Marshal Loren has many taboos.”

Thirty minutes before the start of the telepresence conference, Major Fraser took the initiative to contact Murphy in the band of his core jewel with the aid of the Pathfinder Fortress’s psionic communication enhancement.

The exotic soldier was going to explain to Lord Murphy some of the details when talking to the marshal.

He reminded:

“Lord Murphy, the Marshal is a soldier who pays close attention to personal grooming, so please make sure you organize your personal grooming before talking, but I know you are a true gentleman, so I don’t have to say much about that.”

“Well, indeed.”

Murphy then sat expressionlessly in his office chair, letting Orchid and Vikrama carry a large box of “Blood Cosmetics” to powder his face.

The girl players had received a mission to come here to help Lord Murphy with his makeup as “grooming assistants”.

Lumina pinched a spatula and trimmed Lord Murphy’s sideburns, while Sister Pomegranate helped him trim the ends of his hair behind him, and in the meantime, she hooked up his eyeliner and tidied up his eyelashes.

When it came to makeup, there was no one more professional than them.

This was actually something that could not be helped.

As a vampire, Murphy was handsome and elegant enough, yet being too handsome wasn’t always a good thing.

His facial contours were on the softer side of buttery and soft, and while it could make players feel like a breath of fresh air, there was little intimidation to be gained from such an appearance when it came to a formal diplomatic negotiation.

Just as he had once commented that Missy’s petite frame and boyish face were unintimidating in war for one thing.

As a lord of a land, Murphy had to be majestic.

Miriam and Lady Adele had been invited over as well, and the two were still exchanging comments on the propriety of the lord’s grooming, while Tris watched the proceedings from the sidelines with a bottle of wine in her hand.

A look of gloating was all over her delicate face.

Major Fraser’s reminder continued over the sound of the communication jewel:
“Marshal Loren doesn’t like red tape, especially when talking about official matters, you should be as single-minded as possible so that you don’t waste both parties’ time. I have already briefed the Marshal’s adjutant about the Kingdom of Nordtorf granting you acting governor, and he has promised that the Marshal will show the necessary decorum to meet with you.”

“As it should be.”

Murphy returned with a stern face.

He couldn’t move because little Vikrama was squeezing a vampire-specific eyelash curler to smooth his lashes, but her unique stance with the tool made Murphy feel as if his little player wanted to gouge out his eyes.

On the contrary, he still had to maintain the proper conduct of an NPC, and did not move as if he were a mountain, allowing Sister Pomegranate to squeeze a sharp razor at his neck to trim the hair at the back.

Murphy’s long hair was a bit cumbersome to take care of, but fortunately he paid close attention to personal hygiene, which made the sister players like Lord Murphy even more.

They chattered about the ideal type in their minds and finally came to the unanimous conclusion that it would be good to have Lord Murphy’s seven points of handsome.

After all, they can’t handle a man as handsome as Lord Murphy.

This true and reliable evaluation made the corners of Murphy’s mouth rise slightly, oops, it’s still his own little players who can talk.

“The last point is also the most important point.”

Major Fraser’s side hesitated and lowered his voice to remind:
“Because of the fact that the half-dwarf bloodline is prone to certain shameless discrimination in human society, Marshal Loren is very concerned about the issue of height.

You must be careful not to say the word ‘short’ in your conversation!

If you wish this conversation to go all right.”

“I have heard of the dwarves’ taboos in this regard as well, and I have made preparations to thank you for the reminder, Major Fraser, and if this diplomatic photo op can be accomplished without incident, it will surely have your share of the credit.”

Murphy responded appropriately, and hung up the communication after a few more words of instruction from that side.

The girls’ side had already begun to pick out a perfume for Murphy.

Even though this thing was not useful at all in the psychic talks, they seemed to treat Murphy as their “model” and started arguing about how to make Lord Murphy look more handsome and more manly.

In the end, it was the world-traveling Orchid who came up with the solution that sealed the deal.

She found a unique and elegant rose-scented perfume in the “blood cosmetics” provided by Mrs. Adele and sprayed it on Murphy, and then Pomegranate finally draped Lord Murphy’s long hair over his shoulders in the most elegant and dignified way.

The crowd took a few steps back to admire their models as if they were works of art, while onlookers Miriam and Adele glanced at each other and both saw the surprise in each other’s eyes.

These otherworldly ladies were really something!
After they had handled them, Lord Murphy had indeed gained a sense of elegance and majesty in addition to his trademark gentleness.

Even Tris, this time, used the act of taking a sip of her drink to hide the gaze she was attracted to Murphy at this moment.

Tsk, his own vision is awesome!
In a random search in the snowy night, one could find such a handsome and loyal heir.

After a few minutes, everyone exited the office, Tris stayed behind as a psychic aid, and after sensing the vibration of the strand of marked psychic energy culvert coming from far away, the Blood Vulture Archduke waved his hand, and in the precise vibration of the scarlet psychic energy, the ultra-long distance communication culvert was opened.

Mirror-like curtains of light simultaneously opened before the eyes of Marshal Loren and Lord Murphy.

It allowed the two to see each other.

Murphy was in his office in the Blood Wyvern Cloister, while Marshal Loren appeared to be on a moving steam train.

The former was dressed in the classic ceremonial garb of Clan Bloodwing, while the latter wore a blue ribbon in his Marshal’s uniform, and that fine beard had obviously been carefully tidied up.

One was majestic and refined, the other refined and majestic.

Murphy revealed a smile and was about to greet him, only to have the half-dwarf marshal over there suddenly ask:
“So, you’re the little blood thief thief who stole my things? Why are you still wearing makeup and acting like a sissy?”

“???”

A hundred question marks rose in Murphy’s heart.

We are all people with status now, and you actually brought out the embarrassing things in the past to ask on this occasion! Not giving face? Deliberately suppressing, right? Preempting people, right? You’re just looking for trouble, aren’t you?

I’m stepping with my foot!

Then don’t blame me for returning the favor.

So, the next moment.

Murphy opened his mouth:

(End of chapter)