Chapter 192: 191 Sewer “Ghosts”

Chapter 192: 191. The Sewer “Ghost”

Seeing that Happy Stick was delayed in answering, Little Richie’s side was a bit anxious.

Touch your poor: [Oops, I know three million is a little less, no way, before the company lost money, now the pocket money is all that’s left. If you think it’s too little, wait for the fund income next month, I can get some more.

Oh, right.

I also have a vacant office building, when a breath of three years, the results of three months did not come to the company on the yellow, I can be sublet at a low price to you as an office area.

If you commute to work, I think about it]

Banzai Happy Stick: [You don’t want to think about it! I am not too little! Are all you rich brothers playing the game like this? If you can’t buy gold coins, you just buy people? You’re planning to underwrite me and my brothers!

Touch Your Poor: [The word “adopt” feels weird, but it’s unexpectedly appropriate, think of it as me hiring you guys to work, free work with no attendance.

I’m not tying you guys up in the game to be fighters for me, I’m just participating in your treasure search business, other than that, I won’t interfere with what you guys do, so I’ll just be a shareholder who pays dividends on time, which is also pretty good.

Money is not a problem.

Really, as long as you are willing, we can discuss anything.

Why don’t you come down to my place?
Let’s meet in person and sign the contract.

I’ll pay for the round-trip airfare, and bring your brothers here to have some fun together.

To be honest, small rich brother’s conditions open to this extent, stick brother really a little moved, he has always wanted to get a “professional team” in the game, but the brothers who play well together is not a bachelor like him, one person to eat all the family is not hungry.

We are all in our thirties and have to earn money to support our families, even if the 14 hours of game time a day can not be used up.

The pressure of a family pressed on them, so that the brothers to play the game can not enjoy, but on the contrary, this ghost game is so real, want to make a career must invest a lot of energy.

You see even a swordsmanship genius like Cat has to work hard and practice hard in the game to pick off the elites without injury.

But if you can really pull in the investment and then open a company to raise your brothers
Even if he didn’t earn much, as long as it wasn’t less than what he was earning now, and the big guys had no worries, his legion formation in the game could go a lot smoother.

Rod narrowed his eyes.

After a few seconds, he replied to Touch Your Poor:
“I’ll discuss it with my brothers and give you an answer before we go offline tonight.”

He then rolled over to help carry that money for Little Vikramana, but as he approached, Brother Woo Meow bumped him on the shoulder with a subtle smile and whispered:

“Someone’s going to ‘bag’ you, aren’t they?”

“Huh?”

Stick looked at Brother Woo Meow in surprise, he then responded:
“He sent it to you too?”

“You tell me. We’re the ones who brought him into the game to upgrade.”

Brother Woo Meow rolled his eyes and said:
“Xiao Fu brother that guy is okay, young and simple, no bad intentions, is occasionally some impulsive, but also a little childish but this is not a bad thing, if you intend to make a way out for the brothers is not a bad idea.”

“What about you?”

Rod asked with a nod:
“You’re not impressed?”

“I’m going to do it myself.”

Brother Woo Meow grinned and said:
“You guys have a big army, I’ll have a small team, to differentiate my business, in fact, it’s not a bad prospect to be an intelligence broker, as long as you stay ahead of the game, you’ll always have a chance. Ha, Transylvania, there is great potential.”

When they moved the chest out of the secret passage, the small players were still brushing the ghouls around, and the payment of 20 gold for one person had already been given, and no one expressed their dissatisfaction about it.

In the end, the number of players was still small now, and everyone’s relationship with each other was very, very harmonious.

And this whole process was hidden in the shadows of the Murphy the whole spectator, vampire lord on their own small players this time the disposition is very satisfied.

He could already confirm that the testers he had screened out were all quite good talents.

As for that 1:10 gold coin exchange, he didn’t care at all.

Maybe in the future there would be some kind of “financial crisis”, which if placed in other games was a hidden danger that had to be controlled at the source, but Murphy knew very well that this was not a game at all!
This point determines that the small players want to mess up the economy of this “game” will be hundreds of times more difficult.

In the real world, both the Goldenrod Kingdom and Nordoff will not turn a blind eye to the fluctuations in the economy, and their respective domestic financial personnel will also take corresponding strategies.

Taking a step back, even if there was really trouble in the future, what would that have to do with a small Transylvanian Governor like himself?

This little regime of his was still stormy right now.

It might not even survive the Black Plague, so the problems that would erupt in the future, let the big shots like King Louis and Her Majesty the Wolf Woman have their headaches.

Seeing that the players had taken care of the Gangster Treasure Chest, Murphy was also ready to retire on his own merits.

But just before he left, the Vampire Lord’s ears suddenly twitched, and with a surprised expression, he crossed over this sewer area that had just been knocked down by the players, and felt his way towards the deeper, yet-to-be-explored area by the players.

His figure quickly traveled through the dead silent sewers, and after crossing a sewer intersection, Murphy followed the change in sound to change direction and flew out to the other side.

Soon, he saw that the path to the deeper, more “ancient” area of the sewers was covered with ghoul corpses.

Cadman City had been standing for 400 years, and although the vampires had no intention of paying any attention to the living conditions of their “livestock” and “food”, they had made several large-scale renovations to the city’s sewers, which had resulted in the complex sewer system having some more “hidden” underground areas. hidden “underground zones” of the sewer system.

Murphy had heard rumors about these “ancient areas” before, and it was said that the city’s gangsters didn’t dare to enter them, and that there were terrible things hidden inside.

As it turns out, there are indeed terrible things!
Murphy had seen it with his own eyes.

In front of his eyes, the entire dry sewer ruins were covered with the corpses of evil death creatures, and these ghouls were so miserable that there was hardly a single intact skeleton.

It was as if they had been sent flying by some kind of heavy object and fell into disgusting things when they landed.

And the sounds of violent fighting were coming out of the darkness in front of them, representing that there were still people there fighting these ghouls and spiteful spirits.

Murphy gripped the hilt of the Necessary Evil at his waist and flew forward to drop into the entrance below in another light glide, only to be unsurprisingly greeted by the sight of a tall, hideous figure wielding a scarlet, heavy sword as tall as he was as he butchered the ghouls that continued to rush out of the pits further down in front of him.

It was Kudel, the Bailiff of the Blood Vulture Clan!

This man was rescued from the Blood Vulture Corridor and placed in the camp, and the survivors under his protection loved him, but within a few days this man mysteriously disappeared. No one has seen Lord Kudel since, and there are rumors that he has left Transylvania.

But as it turned out, the madman had not abandoned his duties, and he fought with the same ferocity as he had in the cloisters, but the weakness in his body could not be hidden from Murphy.

Kudel was a human knight who was first embraced by Salokdar himself, and after Salokdar’s eternal silence, the damage done to him by that bloodline contract made it so that he couldn’t even utilize one-fifth of his usual fighting strength right now. But despite that, this frail fellow still didn’t back down when facing the ghoul swarm!

“I told you why with the horrifying number of dead in the sewers, there still hasn’t been a large-scale outbreak of ghouls infesting the ground even to this day. I thought it was fate that favored this miserable place, but I didn’t realize it was you who carried the weight for us in the darkness.

Lord Kudel, I salute you!”

Murphy shouted.

As Necessary Evil whizzed into the battlefield like a sword of shadows, Murphy also drew his Cold Tooth Blade and glided down, his Dark Pace unfolded, his group Death Grip was cast, and his sword art was transformed into the “Wolf’s Kiss”, which was the most suitable for group battle and was fierce and brutal.

This is the advanced sword art of the Wolfsbane clan, which was taught to Lord Murphy by the “evil master of sword training”.

He entered the battlefield below from the other side, effectively helping to reduce the pressure on the civil protection officers.

The two vampires, one on each side, quickly launched a counterattack against the evil creatures coming out of the ground, and with Murphy summoning the giant wolf George and a few astral baboons, the five tunnels crawling out of the ghouls were quickly taken over one by one and blown up by Kudel with explosive bombs.

Looking at his skillful movements this certainly wasn’t the first time he had done this.

“Have you been here fighting to protect the surface city since you left the camp?”

Murphy asked softly as he sheathed his sword and retrieved the Necessary Evil to wear around his waist, but Kudel’s response was cold, he didn’t even bother to say more than a word to Murphy.

Carrying his own bloodstained scarlet heavy sword, he turned around and left.

“Hey!”

Murphy asked after him.

The scarlet swordsman stopped and said in a hoarse voice:
“Piss off! Vampire, leave me alone, I’m doing my duty.”

“Well, with a deep grudge against the Blood Vulture Clan, it seems that you are still cursing your fate despite being embraced and blessed by Midnight for over a hundred years, and that your heart yearns to be a true human far more than enjoying the power that your Midnight has bestowed upon you.”

Murphy smiled.

He had previously learned about Lord Kudel’s life experience from Missy, and this guy’s distaste for vampires was really on the surface, coupled with the fact that he had been shocked into his mind by the subspace chaos aura in the Blood Vulture’s Cloisters, making it obvious that he would not intend to communicate more with Murphy this time.

“Swish.”

A bio-detect was dropped on the scarlet swordsman in front of him:

Name: [Nantes Ranger& Blood Vulture Bailiff] Kudel Feodoro Xavier Le Sombra

Rank: Level 30 – Silver Body – Elite Template

Profession: Level 20 Eclipsing Swordsman / Level 15 Classical Grail Knight / High Equestrian

Status: Bloodline Contract Damage – Extreme Weakness – Subspace Invasion – Confused Thought – Iron Will
Evaluation: Neutral – No Threat
“Bang.”

Upon sensing that Murphy was checking himself out with his Scrying Technique, the enraged Kudel turned around and smashed the scarlet greatsword in his hand on the ground, and in the midst of the masonry splattering those eyes hidden under the vulture’s faceplate were sharply fixed on Murphy, and were about to start a fight at the drop of a hat!
“I don’t mean any harm, I just have to make sure you’re okay before I can treat you right.”

Murphy held up his hands.

Then under Kudel’s gaze, he took out a small jar of source blood from his psychic energy bag and threw it over, saying:

“Drink it, it will cut you off from Salokdar’s influence on you forever and completely, and perhaps help your confused mind a bit as well, never mind that I don’t intend to intrude on your noble act of protecting the city.

I know you are doing your duty, and I have great admiration for all those who are loyal to their duty, and after you have finished healing, I want to talk to you about one thing.”

Kudel ignored Murphy’s words.

He twisted the open source blood jar and put it under his nostrils to sniff, then with an odd look in his eyes at Murphy, he tilted his head and drank down this thing he so desperately needed.

The cleansing of the bloodline contract from the source blood allowed Kudel’s damaged body to recover its strength quickly, of course, the permanent life limit damage caused by the death of his honorary elder could not be compensated for, but the simple loss of bloodstains was not an unacceptable thing for this powerful and outstanding civil protection officer in front of him.

His strength came from centuries of combat experience rather than a simple midnight blessing.

After several minutes, Kudel reopened his eyes.

The bloodline contract wounds were healed allowing his aura to soar back to its full strength, and the strengthening of the bloodline from drinking source blood for the first time made him stronger than ever.

“Speak.”

The bondsman said in a hoarse voice:
“What do you want to talk to me about? If you want me to join the Blood Vulture, forget it! I won’t have the leash put around my neck a second time!”

“No, not that at all.”

Murphy waved his hand and said:

“I just want to invite you to continue your position as ‘Protector of the People’ of Scarlet Castle, so if you are interested you can return to the surface and get your letter of appointment from the Duchess Miriam, and also, as you’ve presumably noticed, the warriors under my command are in the upper floors cleaning up the filth in the sewers.

Among them are humans who share your life before you, and who are also defending the city, so I would appreciate it if you would come to their aid, should you encounter them.
Perhaps even instruct them in their poor martial arts skills.

They are all mountain people from the Sax region with an obscure language, so you will need this to communicate with them and command them to do what they can.

I don’t know how many people died in the sewers.

But I’m sure the number of ghouls that are being transformed right now is a frighteningly astronomical number, and you alone can’t save the city.

You need helpers.

Or, in the words of the knights, you need a group of brave squires.

I present them before your eyes, at your disposal, and I think you can understand that this is a necessity, and not just to stabilize the rule of the Blood Vulture Clan, so I will leave you to your duties, Your Excellency, the Bailiff.

Enjoy your hunt today.”

Murphy bent courteously in the darkness to say goodbye, and as Kudel watched, the strange young vampire, who was only of Black Iron rank but gave him a different sense of menace, turned on a dime and disappeared with ghostly speed into the exit of the lower sewers.

The bailiff was in place to make sure Murphy’s scent was completely gone before he turned and shouldered his own heavy sword towards the darkness on the other side.

Too many people had taken refuge in the sewers when the disaster struck, yet the series of plagues triggered by the vicious and malevolent astral psionic energies had not spared them mercifully, and too many had died in this shadowy place far from the sunlight, and it seemed that there were even worse evil spirits hidden in the rotting catacombs of the underground where no one knew what was going on.

Right now there are more ghouls and spirits here than can be killed.
This was clearly not normal!

Perhaps he really needed a little help?
(End of chapter)