Chapter 283 – 282 Who Says Only Players Get Stuck with Bugs?

Chapter 283 282.Who says only players get stuck with bugs?

Sandra Sherron Sicomel.

The name of the current Earl of Cicco, or the name of the little girl in this world who is currently lying in the psychic chamber of the Blood Vulture Cloister undergoing a “physical examination” by the three vampires.

She was lying naked on a stone table filled with dark psychic energy.

The lines carved by Tris herself formed a not too complicated spell that allowed the psychic to accurately capture the changes in the body’s life force and certain special information.

However, this scene was honestly not very sexy, and even made the onlookers, Consul Miriam, feel indescribably “horrified”.

It was all because the young Earl Sheridan’s physical condition was quite bad.

After removing her clothes, her mechanically replaced left arm and left leg were already needless to say incongruous, and even more horrifying was the fact that Sheridan’s body was filled with large, grotesque “markings” that looked like scabs formed on ruptured infected wounds.

Just from the extent of those marks all over her body, one could tell what kind of horrible torture this little girl had suffered two years ago.

This terrible condition of her body made even the knowledgeable Tris feel a gust of shock, and the eldest Miss Femis even chanted the name of the Mother of Darkness in a loud voice.

She had had a terrible past life.

But to be honest, compared to the little girl she just met, Fermis felt much happier, at least Salokdar hadn’t “abused” her so much.

Murphy was just as silent.

He reached out and touched the horrible marks on Sheridan’s body, as gently as possible so as not to irritate the little Sheridan.

The fact that he was witnessing this made him feel once again a certain cruelty of this otherworldly world that was beyond the bottom of what the human soul beneath the vampire’s shell could accept.

But compared to the silent bystanders, the young Count Sherron was incredibly calm at the moment, and she was even able to joke with the sad-faced Femis.

She said:

“Don’t be afraid, you can poke me as hard as you want, I’m not afraid of pain, and I’m not a doll that needs pampering . Well, it actually hurt at first and kept me awake every night.

But slowly the wound lost perception, from the numbness of the tingling into a complete numbness, and then now it has been the same as the bark of a tree without any feeling.

Mrs. Sunny took me to the barbarian temple in Ice Bay, where the Berserker priestesses mother-in-law said it was the psychic plague for the life-killing power stubbornly ensconced in my body.

It tried to kill me, but the power of the mountain spirits of my homeland was protecting me, and it was like two men fighting; neither of them could do anything about it.

So it was left to coexist within me.

It’s not a bad feeling actually, think about it, two armies fighting inside you! How cool does that sound.”

“Very cool indeed, little girl.”

Tris took off her gloves, which were stained with some strange slime, and she rolled her eyes at the overly optimistic little Sherron:

“Any adventure where you take a life as a price is cool, provided you make sure you don’t actually die yourself.

And in case you haven’t realized it, your condition has deteriorated a lot in the three days of speeding after you left the mountains that protected you.

That is, it’s a good thing I’m here, or else you wouldn’t be able to save this little life of yours.”

“Hee hee.”

Little Xuelen grinned as she stretched her “terrible” body on the stone platform and said:

“I knew fate would favor optimistic warriors, right? So, am I going to call you ‘mom’ from now on? Beautiful Ms. Midnight.”

“We don’t call it that.”

Tris reached out with her finger and snapped it on little Sherron’s head.

She said:

“We’re generally called ‘honored elders’ and I have no intention of raising bears so far, even though I’ve lived for over four hundred years.

Take a break.

We’ll talk about what we can do to help you.”

Tris reached out and touched a hand to Sherron’s nostrils and a splash of scarlet psychic energy was transformed into a light hypnotic smoke that poured into Sherron’s nostrils, causing the strong child to quickly close her eyes and snore.

The door to the room was pushed open and Valander and Sunny, who had been waiting outside the door, walked in, and Tris, who had been laughing and joking with little Sherron just a moment ago, would now have a serious look on her face as she said:
“You must make a decision immediately!

I don’t know what the hell has been added to the Tower of the Ring’s psychic plague, it’s rapidly polluting Sherron’s life force.

This contamination isn’t even just on the level of a physical infection, it already involves the tainting and destruction of the very essence of life’s existential nature by the tainted power.

Leaving the shelter of the mountains and forests has allowed Sherron to hold out for another 72 hours at most before he goes undead.”

“All I care about is, can you save her?”

Knight Valander seemed to anticipate this outcome as he asked in a deep voice:
“Legend has it that the blood of a vampire’s sinful descendant carries the power of immortality, which can heal almost any injury and banish all injurious forces in a midnight blessing.

Is this true?”

“Yes.”

Murphy glanced at the sleeping and still snoring Sherron as he replied in a deep voice:
“I had saved my first heir with the blood of the Sin Descendant, and the characteristics of the wolfsbane taint that Adele had contracted in the first place was a little similar to Sherron’s condition at this time.

I can confirm that the infusion of Sin Descendant’s blood can get rid of the plague in Sheren’s body, and if your Holiness is willing to give her more blood essence, it can also allow her to regrow her arms and legs in a short period of time.

However there is a price for this, Valander.

A blood connection so deep that it would be enough to permanently bind Sherron to her Exalted Elder.
It meant that she would be reborn in the embrace of the night, but it also meant that she would lose her sense of self-independence forever as she embraced her new life, becoming subservient to another being.

I can understand your insistence on trying to save your Sovereign.

But I doubt very much that you are prepared to accept such consequences.”

“That’s the ordinary situation.”

Mrs. Sunny, beside Valander, grunted.

The robust, feisty and intelligent mountain woman looked at the huffing and puffing Sherron with a look of pity, and after a few seconds, she stared back at Murphy.

She said:

“The priests in the Cesar barbarian Berserker temple told me that vampire blood pacts can be broken!
Using your family source blood will do the trick, I don’t know where those barbarians learned this secret, but I believe their explanation.

That means that if you can produce the source blood, our Count Sherron can be reborn while still having a free and unbound life.”

“Shit! Are you stuck with the vampire racial trait bug? Lady, why are you so smart?”

Murphy spat viciously in his heart.

In fact, when he heard Valander’s request just now, he had this premonition in his heart, not realizing that these mountain people with a big and thick appearance actually had this kind of delicate caution.

Moreover, from Mrs. Sunny’s expression of certainty at this time, they brought Xue Lun to “seek medical treatment” is by no means a whim, these guys have been hiding in the mountains and forests for more than two years, and they must have already planned everything.

“Do you know how valuable source blood is to vampires?”

Before Murphy could say anything, Tris quit first.

The Blood Vulture Archduke chided:

“In other clans, it is a luxury for unofficial members to even see the family sacred blood pool, and even for those formal clansmen who are registered by the Secret Blood Clan, drinking source blood is a fantasy that it wouldn’t even dare to hope for in the Dark Eternal Night.

It was the foundation of every clan, and using a little made it less!
What’s more, you know what happened in Cadman City, the Blood Vulture Clan’s sacred blood pool has been destroyed in the disaster, and we don’t have any source blood in our hands.” “This is not something we should be concerned about.”

The Valander Knight gave full play to the mountain folk’s characteristic “stubborn ass” temperament, spreading his hands in a “I’m just going to swing for the fences” stance and said to the three vampires in front of him:

“I’m sure you’ll always find the source blood, and I’m sure you’ll bestow that precious thing on our little Count, after all, we’ve traded the loyalty of the entire Count Sicor’s domain and the Winged Cavalry in exchange for this cure.

Lady Tris, when I was a child I would always listen to the stories of the ‘Scarlet Witch’ told with fear by the elders of the mountain folk, even if those stories have been lost to time in the outside world, I know what a powerful and dangerous figure you once were, and I am sure that a figure of your stature must have a set of rules of her own.

I’ll be honest, I’m a roughneck, I don’t know anything about politics and I don’t care to learn.

But I do know that in the centuries since the founding of the Portia Confederacy and up until now, the city of Cicco and the Counts of Cicco have been outside of this country.

Rather than being a part of it, the two sides are just in a relationship where they have to cooperate because of the threat of the Black Plague.

But now, we are willing to lay down our allegiance to the new lord and governor.”

The Cthulhu Knight looked to the contemplative Murphy.

He was very serious as if he carried some kind of power as he said:
“Before we came here, we had already discussed with the elders of all the mountain people tribes in the mountains and forests of our homeland! We came to an agreement that as long as the bloodline of the Sicomair family can continue in the darkness of the night, the entire Sicomair Earl’s Domain will submit to the new order that you will bring.

Not outward obedience, but a true twisting of the rope.

You know us mountain folk.

We are rude, savage and stubbornly closed-minded, we are brutes in the mouths of others, not accepted by those who call themselves civilized, but we have our rules.

We say what we want, and we spit what we want!

If we say we’ll be loyal, we’ll be loyal.”

“You’re just looking for a leg to hold on to, so don’t put words in your mouth, Knight of Valand.”

Miriam, who was listening in, couldn’t listen anymore, and the Scarlet Consul chided with displeasure:
“You suffered heavy casualties in the Battle of Sikor City two years ago, and in the current climate where the Black Plague is coming, you have to find a haven.

The Kingdom of Goldfinch does not accept you, and the Northmen resist you because you have barbarian blood, and the Northmen’s greatest enemies on the northern defense line of the Great Wilderness are those Cesar barbarians.

The only way for you to go is to blend in with us! Gee whiz, who said that all mountain folk are stupid? Aren’t you guys savvy?”

“Well, Miriam, we shouldn’t be so rude to our companions.”

Murphy waved his hand for his consul to stop stabbing and scratching for a while, and he narrowed his eyes at the Pale Vulture Knight in front of him, who appeared to be vulgar but actually did have a heart.

He pondered for a moment and said:
“How many people are there in Earl Sike’s domain right now? Including those mountain people.”

“146 tribes, large and small, are scattered throughout the entire northern mountains of the Westco Count’s territory, and there are almost seventy thousand people there.”

Knight Sunny answered in place of her husband:

“There are also some tribes that live at the junction of Transylvania and Ice Bay that are hard to pin down, if you count them that’s 80,000 people.”

“700-800 places, great, what a deal.”

Murphy’s eyes lit up.

He feigned a nagging glance back at Sherron again, a touch of intolerance surfaced in those bloodshot eyes, after a few seconds, Murphy twisted his head and raised three fingers to the two cavalry commanders, saying:
“You immediately send cavalry messengers back to the mountains and ask the elders to fulfill their pledge of allegiance, I don’t force the mountain people to come down from the mountains, but those who used to live on the plains should be allowed to come back as much as possible, Count Cadman’s collar or Count Cicco’s collar are at their disposal, and my consul will send a person to go and register their information.

That is the first request.”

“No problem.”

The Valander Knight immediately agreed.

“Secondly, the wing cavalry is to stay at Scarlet Fortress, leaving a minimum of 200 men to serve as a mobile defense force on the one hand, and to recruit new cavalry here on the other.”

Murphy said:
“You have suffered too many casualties, you must replenish your personnel to over 2,000 before the Black Plague arrives, even if it’s just the Sovereign Cavalry.

I have witch hunter tamed hunter war ponies here for them to use, not as good as your Shadow Mane War Horses, but already one of the finest breeds on the continent.

And you!

Knight of the Cthulhu, you will be their commander and trainer, and you will train me a cavalry that can defeat the Jackals.

It must be done before the Black Plague arrives!”

“A bit difficult, but if you allow me to use some ‘rough’ means”

Knight Valander shrugged and said:

“It can probably be accomplished, and I’m still waiting to participate in the ‘Knight’s Tournament’ you’re organizing, my bones are rusting after two years of nesting in the woods.”

“Good, looks like we’re in agreement.”

Murphy smiled as he voiced his last request, he said:

“Considering Countess Sheren’s special status, I will choose a special honored elder for her, namely myself.

I have rich experience in strengthening the first embrace, and I am not resistant to giving my Midnight Blessing to more needy wretches, and I will even find the source blood for her, but you have to think about it carefully.

This is not just a simple first embrace, this represents a permanent inclusion of Clan Sicomair in the Midnight Tradition that members of Clan Bloodwyvern are to be bound by.

Most importantly, after becoming a vampire, there is no way for little Sherron to complete the transmission of the bloodline, which means that Clan Sicomair will become extinct .
It’s quite a horrible end for a hillbilly clan that has ruled the Sicor Territory for over 400 years.”

“But we will also have an eternal lord at the same time.”

Lady Sanni didn’t think it was a big deal at all as she waved her hand and said carelessly:

“The Sicomel family was the leader of the mountain people who led them to resist the Black Plague back then, and the natural alliance they made with the spirits of the mountains and forests in their homeland won’t become fragile just because of the passage of time.

No matter what little Sherron has become, the forests of his hometown will still bless this brave bloodline.

It will always be the territory of House Sicomair, and we will continue to follow her until all of Transylvania and our homeland are in pieces.

If you really know the Mountain Folk, you’ll know that we identify very broadly with our clansmen and compatriots
It’s not as if no vampire has ever joined us before.

Wouldn’t you say?

Mrs. Tris, Elder of the Nilman Tribe.”

“Ah, that was how many years ago, don’t bring it up, okay? It’s embarrassing.”

Tris covered her eyes in some embarrassment, another “little secret” from her past was revealed, she sighed and said:
“That time I contacted you guys was just to figure out the mystery of the Seed of Life, I went there with a purpose, and the Nilman Tribe died out 200 years ago.

I don’t even know where you got this ancient story from.”

“Extinct? No.”

The smile on Mrs. Sunny’s face got stranger as she coughed and said:
“My name is Sunny Turans Nilman O’Foul, Mrs. Tris, my grandmother’s last name was Nilman, and she was the last elder of the Nilman tribe.

I have heard all the old stories about you from her.

She said that you were the most outstanding Elder in the history of the tribe, and that under your leadership, the Nilman Tribe at one time captured almost all of the mountains and forests in the entire Sax region, but unfortunately, you mysteriously disappeared after a certain night, and the Nilman Tribe declined from the throne of the ‘King of the Mountain Folk’ as a result.”

“As I said, I went there with a purpose, so I naturally retreated once my purpose was achieved.”

Tris grunted and said:
“I was a real badass back then, and I already gave them face by not selling out that tribe.”

(End of chapter)