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Chapter 217 216.I know frugality is a virtue, but -Alliance Master adds more, begging for monthly votes! [1515]

(Extra for brother ‘Sakurababy’ [5/5])
“You guys have done a good job, such a dangerous and evil object is not something you can handle right now, in the future, if you pick up something similar, you must turn it in promptly.”

In the Blood Wyvern Cloister, Tris flipped through the Book of Midnight, which had been turned in by the two smaller players, with a gesture of caution mixed with carelessness.

Touching You Poor and Live Whole Pretty Good stared at the book in front of them as they saw odd sparks of psychic energy popping out of the strange book with every page that Mrs. Tris turned, the psychic echoes of the spirit-based curses attached to it when they were broken by Mrs. Tris with her psychic energy.

This scene made the living whole quite well filled with cold sweat.

He had just thought about flipping through it on the way.

But with this dense level of curses on this book, I’m afraid that he would have to be crunched out before reading a few pages.

These cultist ghosts are really oozing.

“Cultists tend to use this kind of crude spiritual enticement to tempt the weak-willed, and once you look through it unprotected, that means your spirit will suffer an irreparable shock.

However back to the book itself, it is indeed a legendary item.

And it is valuable.”

Tris looked with interest at the various evil arts recorded in the book and explained to the two curious young players:
“When the original Book of Midnight was created is no longer verifiable, but the most plausible story I’ve heard is that at least four hundred years ago the item was already circulating in the shadows of the continent. It is regarded as a holy relic by a portion of the psionics who have fallen into darkness, however essentially it is just a magical tome that records all sorts of forbidden spells.

It is said to be divided into three volumes.

They are this book you have found, “Guile and Demise”, which records the techniques of the Darkness and Death factions, “The Book of Truth of the Star Ocean”, which records subspace learning, and “The Secret Scroll of Dagon”, which is related to a certain evil god of legend.

You guys are lucky to have picked up the most innocuous of these volumes.

While the learning on it favors curses, corruption and darkness, it is not tainted with the more difficult powers of evil.”

“So, Lady Tris, is this book authentic?”

Touch Your Poor asked curiously.

Tris glanced at this little cutie revealing an imperial sisterのsmile like looking at a little fool, shaking her head in a flavorful manner and said:

“How can it be authentic?

If it was genuine, you two would have turned into incorrigible and twisted lunatics the moment you saw it due to the psychic energy shock.

It’s just a handwritten copy of fairly superior quality.

But the chronicler probably saw the Scroll of Guile and Perdition with his own eyes, and lo and behold, he was kind enough to add certain annotations.

I have heard that the original Scroll of Trickery and Extinction was personally seized from the cultists of the Cato region by the last Purification Master of the Tower of the Ring, Lord Myrddin, and stored in the Tower of the Ring’s Tower of Taboo, more than a hundred and ninety years ago.

Just one year before I was declared dead.

Ah, the old story.

But you have done well and deserve to be rewarded.”

Tris fished out two scrolls from a drawer and swished the orders on them handing them over to Touch You Poor and Live Whole Quite Well in a flirtatious yet gentle tone:
“Take them to the Blood Vulture Quartermaster, and each of you will receive one of my handmade mind protection rings as a reward for your timely surrender of the evil things.”

“Thank you for your generosity! Your Excellency the Archduke.”

Touch Your Poor received the note with a smile on his face, and after scanning it and realizing that it was the reward for the components of the “Clan Guard” set, he was even happier.

That was the current version of the “Top Set”, and getting a part for doing a quest was a huge profit!

However, there are still some different expectations for living a full life.

He whispered:

“That… Grand Duke Tris, I’m actually quite curious about this knowledge, can I”

“You want to learn?”

Tris rolled her eyes.

She said that these otherworldly warriors are really ignorant and fearless, she said that even the vampires who are known as “evil spirits” regard this thing as evil, but he actually dared to risk the world to learn this.

But she also remembered the little Murphy’s advice, thought for a moment and said:
“It is not impossible, but I will need to sift through the dangerous spells that cannot be learned by you first, after which I will allow you to transcribe some of these learnings. However, Warrior, you must first prove your potential as a Spiritualist.”

Tris said with a long drawn out voice and a businesslike face:
“Find me thirty bottles of fine wine before you do so, I need to use them to complete a complex set of purification rituals on this Book of Evil Souls, requiring no less than thirty years’ worth of wine and no duplicates.

The longer the cellar time, the deeper the purification power those mellow things contain .”

“I understand! I will do my best to gather these for you, and thank you for your generosity, Lady Tris.”

Living whole quite well seeing that he had triggered the “Trickster Apprentice’s Trial” quest, he was instantly satisfied and exited the Archduke’s office with Touch You Poor.

On the way out of the Blood Vulture Cloister, Live Whole Quite Well savored the conversation he had just had with Lady Trickster as he whispered:
“This NPC’s modeling is so demonic, it’s almost like there’s a touch of seduction in her bones also I don’t know her good sense”

“Hush hush hush! Can’t say! This is a topic that can’t even be said! Shut up!”

Touch Your Poor was startled and hurriedly covered the mouth of his mouthy best friend as he looked around and reminded:

“Mrs. Tris is Lord Murphy’s official CP, although it’s not explicitly stated in the game, but that’s how their relationship is, it’s not a good idea for you to dare to open a yellow mouth and be overheard. Do you know about those high level players of Brother Woo Meow?

They are the ones who go around opening their yellow mouths causing them to be cursed by Mrs. Tris, their luck in the game is especially bad.”

“Huh? There’s such a saying?”

Live Whole Pretty Good said with round eyes:
“So this game does have the hidden value of ‘Luck’?”

“There should be.”

Touch You Poor couldn’t give a concrete answer either.

After all, theoretically speaking, he was just a newcomer who had just entered the game for less than twenty days.

“Go go go, find a place to get offline.”

Live a whole day of fun, this will be a little tired to pull his good friend to go out, while walking also said:

“I’ll come to you in a few days, let’s get together offline.”

“Offline ah, I will already be sleep link state, in reality has long been asleep, if you are tired you own offline it, I still have to do a few tasks.”

Touch Your Poor’s schedule was full, he crossed his fingers and said:

“Kadman People’s Army’s reputation routine, the Adventurer’s Guild’s reputation and the Fight Club’s ticket quest, and later on, I’ve got a date with Pomegranate and the girls to play the ‘Advance into the Blood Vulture’s Cloisters’ group, and lastly, the Summoner’s skill practice!
Belly says he’s found several toxins unique to Transylvania that can be given to scorpion lions, so I’ll have to go out and look for them, and take Belly to practice on the side.

I’m still busy.”

“Holy fuck! Are you playing a game or going to work?”

Live whole quite well couldn’t help but cover his face and said:

“Just play a game and be happy, why are you so tired?”

“You don’t understand, you haven’t realized the fun of this game yet, after that you will be the same as me, young man.” Touch you poor a “past person” expression grin, strutting whistling, summoned his scorpion lion from the sky, riding it disappeared in the morning light of dawn.

Live a whole quite good skimmed his mouth, also opened the game helmet “sleep link program”.

He stretched his body and closed his eyes to fall back to sleep, then opened them again in the game.

“Uh, it’s dawn.”

Feeling the strange experience of playing the game in his sleep and “traveling through two worlds”, he felt like he was really dreaming and planned to head to the administration office to wake up his two assistants.

And just after the two little rich brothers had left, Tris received a precious pearl communication from Murphy.

The lord asked her to meet in an area underneath the Blood Wyvern Cloister, the witch hunters had reached a preliminary conclusion on the ghoul overlord’s body at the bottom of the sewers, Murphy felt that Tris should know about it.

The Blood Vulture Archduke immediately rubbed his eyebrows, to be able to make little Murphy so cautious, this fully indicates that the corpse that was used as the ghoul overlord’s “cultivation substrate” also has a reason.

This makes Tris couldn’t help but wonder why things are always so bad in Transylvania. It’s almost like pulling out a cassava, pulling out a cassava brings out a bunch of cassava, you can never guess how bad an accident will lead to.

But spitting was spitting, as the strongest person currently sitting in Scarlet Fortress, Tris could not give up her duty to this land.

She quickly rushed to Murphy’s side.

It was an abandoned room located at the bottom of the cloister that had been cleared out by workers only a few days ago, and at this time, a boundary had been set up by the witch hunters with many natural wood carvings and ritual paraphernalia to stop the spillage of death spirit energy.

But natural psychic energy wasn’t kind to vampires either, so Murphy and Maxim and Tris all had to stand outside the room and watch Sister Marianne in it, along with Sr. Eugene and Natalie, deal with the remains of the ghoul overlord.

This thing is indeed not yet formed, but the residue of the power of the underworld so that it can not be casually discarded, like a “source of pollution”, casually dug a hole to bury it will easily lead to a second wave of undead plague.

“We’ll have to burn it.”

Tris said to Murphy as she surveyed the process of the Witch Hunters in the room, playing with the Serenade Scepter:
“It can’t be burned with ordinary flames yet, the purifying fire that bursts from Natalie’s holy sword can help us with that, but what exactly is this thing you sent me over here to see?”

“It’s two things.”

Murphy opened a wooden box placed in front of him, inside there were ten pale white twisted bone claws and a bunch of ghoul’s teeth stained with filthy power, this was the “material” that was just obtained from this ghoul overlord, with item identification they all belonged to “high level rare material They are all classified as “high-grade rare materials” by item identification.

Not intending to waste it, he said to the strange-eyed Tris:
“I would like you to use your superior alchemy skills to process some of these things and craft them into combat swords and short swords or daggers, preferably into a ‘Ghoul King’ series, so that I can have a little bit more to feed my warriors in the future as payment.”

“Uh.”

Tris rolled her eyes and said:
“That’s a good personality for a housewife, Murphy Jr. Can’t even stand a little waste?

This ghoul overlord didn’t really take shape, causing its claws and teeth to be stained with insufficient concentrations of death plague, even if the weapon was made it wouldn’t be as high class as you’d like it to be, well fine, let’s make the best use of what we have, I’ll find time to make it for you.

But since we’re at this point, why don’t you take out its eyeball as well?
That thing can be made into jewelry for scouting, as well as tendons that can be tanned with alchemy materials to make bowstrings, as well as a couple of the strongest pieces of skeleton that can be used to make two body shields, and if you don’t mind, the Ghoul Overlord’s spiked tongue that can be retracted to the limit can even be used to make a whip.

Well, it’s all treasures at a glance!”

“Nah, this is called professionalism!”

Murphy sighed with a thumbs up, and then touched out the arithmetic pearl to pass on Tris’s instructions to President Natalie, who was busy in the room.

He could clearly see the shock and helplessness on Natalie’s face from outside the house, but instead of retorting, the adventurer guild’s president lady sighed heartily and picked up a pair of full-protection hand armor as well as a boning knife made of sacred oak from the side.

Obviously, she was planning to fulfill the request of her lord, who was “using everything to the best of his ability and being thrifty”.

“And then there’s the second thing.”

Murphy transferred the chest containing the Ghoul Overlord material to Maxim, who cradled it in his arms as he stood guard and listened to Murphy’s description of Tris.

The vampire lord watched the final purification taking place in the green light filled room as he whispered to Tris:
“Sister Marianne told me just now that they have discerned the ‘archetype’ of this ghoul overlord; it is a dwarf, or a frost dwarf, but unfortunately too badly corrupted by the forces of the Underworld to tell what he originally was.”

“Hmm? A frost dwarf?”

Tris was truly shocked now.

As a well-informed Scarlet Witch, she immediately realized the strangeness of this matter, and she frowned and said:
“Regardless of which clan’s Dwarves are from, even those ‘Banisher’ Sin Dwarves who have committed great mistakes that are not recognized by the three clans, they strictly follow the teachings of Mother Earth Gaia, regardless of their status or position, after a Dwarf’s death they will return to the flames, and then their ashes will be buried in a funeral that is located underneath the Earth’s temple beneath the earth.

Theoretically speaking, unless an irreparable accident occurs, it is difficult to find a complete Dwarf corpse in the material world.

Those Dwarf Dunes have an adherence to tradition that you can’t imagine, and they once made the mistake of paying a terrible price of two hundred deaths to retrieve the body of a warrior, which I saw with my own eyes when I traveled the continent back in the day.

The material that can be molded as a ghoul overlord is also a gold-ranked powerhouse in its lifetime, and even in the dwarven horde there aren’t many of those.

I haven’t heard of any Dwarf powerhouse dying in the last decade or so.

Even the bodies were stolen .”

“What about counting further back?”

Murphy said:
“Maybe they got the body as fodder decades or even centuries ago?”

“Come on, do you think necromancy spells are cast on just any corpse?
What those cultists or orthodox death masters are after is that strange hint of ‘divinity’ that a corpse will retain as it crosses over between life and death, and the selection of recipients for such high-level necromancy spells in particular is even more demanding.”

Tris corrected:
“The world-recognized school of Necro-Psychic Masters, those Moon Priests of the Sanghai people, would even begin to make the death of their recipients ‘complete’ before they died with complex rituals as a way of obtaining a more perfect material for casting spells.

That’s a plague ghoul overlord!

It was also a rare upper level death spirit in the Underworld Plane, and the amount of heaven and earth needed to try to cultivate such a head of something in the material world was something you couldn’t imagine.

This dwarf can’t have been dead for more than five years! Definitely not! And if the witch hunters have confirmed that he’s a Frost Dwarf, then we might be able to scout around the Frost Fortress in the Great Wilderness through the channels of that slutty fox Shani.”

Tris glanced at Murphy as she said:

“Of course, I’m just offering a suggestion, it would be impossible to get Shani to do something for you without paying for it, so now it’s up to you how hungry you are for this ‘truth’. However my thought is to go with it, little Murphy.

Dealing with dwarves is not pleasant and it involves a dangerous ‘twilight’, you’ll have to tell Shani something if you want her to help, but you can’t be sure that Clan Thorn is ‘safe’ either.

That would greatly increase our risk at this point.

We could keep the jar of ashes and wait until a suitable time before sending someone more trustworthy farther into the Great Wilderness to return it, just for now, your curiosity needs to be suppressed for a while.”

“Isn’t there any other way to see a hint of what’s going on?”

Murphy said, still somewhat undeterred:
“Like some sort of psychic spell that can extract the memories of the dead? That would allow us to at least confirm the identity of this ‘Dwarf Victim Mr. X’.”

“Oh, so that’s why you called me over, I thought you simply wanted to meet me, chit, man.”

Tris grunted rather irritably, shaking her head:
“There are spells like that, but I don’t know them, I don’t understand death spells well enough to unleash that level of ‘invocation’, maybe if you look for a proper Moon Priest who can do it, I guess they’re probably the only ones in the world who can do it.

But those death servants of the Songhai Empire never leave the Land of Origin.

So let’s wait until we have the chance later.”

“Well, we have another panic-inducing secret in our hands, and I have a premonition that Mr. X’s identity will lead to another storm of bloodshed once it’s revealed.”

Murphy said with a sigh:
“Ugh, why do you think things are always so bad in this Transylvania?”

(End of chapter)