Chapter 284: 283 Dog Planning Started Carding Bugs Too?

Chapter 284 283. dog planning also started to card bugs?
The fact that the little count of Xike, Sherron, needed to renew her life with the Midnight’s Blessing sounded outrageous, but considering that avoiding death by making oneself a vampire wasn’t a rare thing on this continent, it wasn’t hard to understand why she and her followers would make such a decision.

For example, when Murphy was down and out, a certain Blood Vulture Archduke sold his “first embrace” to make money from alcohol.

Of course, Tris was in such a situation, even the first embrace could not give others true midnight power, but only transformed them into vampires so that they would no longer be tormented by illness and death.

The most typical example is the “plague rat king” Zweig, who died in the hands of Murphy, as well as the existence of Murphy himself.

Those are the name of the “accident” to give the first embrace, there is no official vampire identity, not recognized by the secret blood clan, if the other vampires are the midnight aristocrats, then that case of Murphy and Zweig at most is a “midnight black family”.

However, the complex situation of the young Count Sheridan in front of him is definitely not a problem that can be solved by simply replacing the blood of the sinful descendants.

The residue of the spiritual plague on her body alone would require the vampire to use a very special method to give “purification”.

“You’ll need to ‘cleanse’ Count Sherron’s entire body of blood, and it won’t be over overnight.”

In the Spiritual Energy Chamber, Tris reminded Murphy:
“I’ll teach you the specific method, but it will consume some of your blood, and with her in this frail state now where she can die at any time, in order to bring her back to health as soon as possible, you estimate that you’ll have to give Sherron at least half of her blood and a small portion of her blood essence, just as you did when you first embraced her for Maxim.

But it hasn’t even been a month since the end of Maxim’s first embrace, and performing this deep first embrace again puts you into a dangerous weakness, so why don’t you let me do it?”

“The Jackal Warlord has been slain, the greatest factor threatening Transylvania has been eliminated, plus the Winged Cavalry and the return of the Earldom of Sicor.

The forces at my disposal have greatly increased.”

Murphy waved his hand and said:
“I no longer need to personally participate in the strife in this situation, however, you are the top pillar of the Blood Vulture Clan, taking a step back, if I am in danger there is still you who can help me, but the ripples that may be triggered if you go into a weakened state are a bit unpredictable.

Not to mention the political significance of this first embrace.

It’s better if I do it.

I have more than enough experience with things like deep first embraces anyway.”

“Okay, as you wish.”

Tris stopped insisting and took a few steps back to stand with Phineas, ready to be a spectator to the “rescue” that was unfolding before her.

The Knight of Valander and his wife were on the other side of the house, and although they had already made up their minds, the two big, burly mountain leaders held each other’s hands as the first embrace was about to begin.

They were obviously worried as well.

Before Murphy started the first embrace, he threw a scout to the little Sherron lying in front of him, he wanted to see the poor little earl’s real condition now.

The feedback bio-information popped up a label on the sleeping little count’s head:
Name: [Countess Sicor] Sandra Sherron Sicomair
Rank: 10th level – Professional – Common

Profession: 10th Level Mechanic Apprentice / 10th Level Steam Tinkerer Apprentice / Engineering Tinkerer – Steam Mechanics Specialization

Lineage: Hillbilly Barbarian Mixed [Strength Boost, Dexterity Boost, Frost Resistance, Physical Defense Boost

Status: Pestilence – Decayed Body – Mutilated Limbs – Mountain Shelter [Avalon’s Blessing] – Gradual Death

Evaluation: Unthreatening – Neutral – Urgently in need of support
“Wait!”

Murphy blinked as he reached out and placed his hand on the forehead of the sleeping little Sherron, twisting his head to address the two mountain folk riders:

“Your mountain refuge is connected to Avalon of Nature? You also believe in the God of Nature?”

“Huh?”

The Knight of Valand froze for a moment, then the bear-like man shook his head stubbornly and said:

“No, the mountain people have no faith! We only believe that the mountains of our ancestors will shelter us, but of course, the other part of our bloodline, the barbarians of Ice Bay, have their beliefs.

Those pugnacious ethnicities believe in Vam, the Berserker who brings about the destruction of all things, but their temples refuse entry to mixed bloods such as ours.

We have no faith!”

He emphasized it one more time specifically, but then as Miriam and Phimis looked on in surprise, Tris spoke up:

“Don’t listen to them.

These mountain folk themselves don’t know the source of their faith, and I’ve already established the connection between the original mountain folk and the elves when I lurked in the Nilman tribe two hundred years ago.

As well as the mountain refuge they always talk about, that is indeed a variant of the faith of the nature gods, alas, Avalon’s gaze has never actually left mankind.

They, the mountain folk, are shallow believers in the God of Nature, you just don’t know it yourselves.

But the Church of Avalon knows it, and that is why the Old Church will always fight and try to destroy the mountain folk in the mountains of Saxe.

In the eyes of those fanatics of the Old Church, these brutes who have clearly received Avalon’s blessing but do not recognize the greatness of the God of Nature are hateful heretics.

So, thank Avalon, little Sherron has managed to hold out until now thanks to His shelter.

But it is indeed an exaggeration to say that they have faith; Avalon’s blessing was given to that mountain forest, and they, the beings inhabiting it, are only passively enjoying the power of nature.”

Speaking of this, Tris grunted as she hugged her arms to Knight Valander and Lady Sonnie:

“So, there’s actually a way to restore little Sherron’s health, you guys can go to the Adventurer’s Guild above our heads and look for President Natalie, if little Sherron is willing to convert to the faith of Avalon, I guess, that nature god might not begrudge descending the power of new life as well”

“No way!”

This time the one who vetoed was the more sensible Lady Sonnie, the strong female knight of the mountain folk said through clenched teeth:

“The massacre of our mountain folk by the Church of Avalon in the past so many years is still fresh in our minds, there’s no way we’d accept Avalon’s favor even if we died, even if we jumped and fell to our deaths from the cliffs of Ice Bay!”

“That’s a problem of the old church, not Avalon’s will.”

Consul Miriam whispered:
“And the Old Religion has been overthrown, hasn’t it?”

“That doesn’t work either!”

Mrs. Sonnie threw back her head and said stubbornly:

“His followers raise the butcher’s knife in His name, but He just watches and doesn’t stop it!

That’s enough to show that it’s no good, we mountain folk don’t need this black and white faith, we’d rather ask the night for salvation.”

“Well, shall we continue then?”

The vampire lord shrugged.

He wasn’t about to break bread with these stubborn fellows over matters of faith, and after asking the two knights and receiving an affirmative answer, Murphy took a deep breath and let his vampire canine fangs bare from his lips.

He leaned down and bit down on little Sherron’s still-intact neck, and as the first mouthful of blood rushed into his mouth, Murphy’s face swished and turned very ugly.

This blood.
What flavor is this! Ah, damn it!

“Well, I forgot to tell you that the decay of an individual ravaged by a psychic plague will begin first with the blood that represents the flow of life force.”

Next to her, Lady Tris squeezed her eyes and whispered:

“Her blood is not destined to taste too good, you see, I just said that I’d come”

“You must have done that on purpose!”

Murphy glared fiercely at Tris, but the first embrace couldn’t be abandoned halfway when it had already begun.

Instead of collecting three large mouthfuls of virgin blood as a gift to his venerable elder this time, he stood up and wiped his mouth, touching his fingers to the young Count Sherron’s neck in the gesture of Maxim’s first embrace, drawing it out of Sherron’s torso through the vampire’s manipulation of the blood.

Something was indeed wrong with the blood. As all the blood in Sheridan’s body was drawn and expanded and contracted in Murphy’s hands into a strange non-Newtonian fluid-like form, Murphy and the others noticed the very uncomfortable layer of gray that covered the blood.

It was a lifeless gray.

At a closer look, there was also a bit of metallic luster, and as Murphy’s fingers waved, the blood of the sinful descendants belonging to him flowed out from his fingertips and continued to dilute and purify Sheridan’s corrupted blood in the process of fusion.

This process alone will take more time and energy than a normal first embrace.

“A disturbing aura, as if the concepts of death and decay had been materialized and infused with an alchemical liquid in the material world so that they could exert their life-killing power.”

Murphy frowned, feeling the peculiar taint in Sherron’s blood as he spoke in a muted voice:

“The Tower of the Ring’s use of psychic energy is truly evil.”

“It’s not something they first created.”

Missy Femis explained:
“When I was stationed in the Knights of the Blood League, I heard from those veterans that the Jackals’ mystics and plague priests were the original group to master the psychic plague, and that this destructive weapon was used in a big way by the King of Biting Bones in the Fourth Black Calamity, making its siege easy in the beginning.

However, the Jackals’ configuration of psychic plague was still at a very rudimentary stage, and the plague they used could be purified.

However the Tower of the Ring improved on this malignancy.

When I led the Midnight Hunters forward to support the city of Sikor two years ago, we attempted purification, but the plague in that ruin is still stubbornly in effect.”

“Jackals again?”

Murphy narrowed his eyes as he said:

“That ‘King of Biting Bones’ has a real knack for bringing a steady stream of surprises, and I’ve heard that its final whereabouts disappeared into the tainted swamps of southernmost Transylvania?

Well, that sounds like a ‘great secret’ worth exploring for a long time.”

“What’s the time of year, and you’re still looking for work for your warriors?”

Tris reminded:
“Pick up the pace! Sherron’s condition is weak, she can’t afford to have her blood out of her body for long, death follows her like a shadow, if you delay any longer she’ll really die.

Once the soul has gone forward to the Underworld, it will be too difficult to bring her back.”

“Hmm?”

These words caused everyone in the room to look at Tris with odd eyes, and Miriam whispered:
“You mean that even if a soul goes to the Underworld in the event that it is in fact declared dead, you can still snatch the soul back from death?”

“Uh, I haven’t tried that.”

Tris whispered:
“But I summarized a whole theory back when I was ‘interning’ in the Moon Temple of the Sangha people! I think I can enter the Underworld Realm to bring back souls that were incorporated into death, why don’t we take this opportunity to try?”

She was a bit eager to try.

But the Knight of Valand stepped forward, crossed his arms and said loudly:
“Make sure you don’t try it with Count Sherron’s life!”

“Gee whiz, I’m just saying.”

Tris grunted, while before her eyes Murphy’s purification of the blood came to its final moments.

He paid almost one-fifth of his blood to painstakingly disperse the corrupting power in little Sheren’s blood, and then added it in a ratio of 1:3 to allow the blood of the sinful descendants to be transformed, and in the end, in front of the eyes of the others, Murphy injected the sticky mass of blood back into Sheren’s body in the reverse direction.

A familiar prompt danced before his eyes:
[Please choose an inheritance template for the heir ‘Sandra Sherron Sicomair’, currently has character templates: Common/Rare/Elite].

“Select elite template for inheritance.”

Murphy said in his mind, and in the next instant, one-half of the blood in his body surged into the skinny and crippled Sherron in front of him like water opening a gate.

As Murphy’s cheeks grew paler and paler, the tattered body of Sherron in front of him recovered its health at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The horrific blemishes on her body quickly faded under the blessing of the Midnight Power, those scabbed wounds were also healing, and the most marvelous thing was that as Murphy continued to inject blood, Sherron’s missing left arm and left leg also began to grow back.

This scene looked rather fantastical and unscientific.

But considering the fact that the being in front of him had sacrificed his life, personality, will and freedom under the sun to Midnight to get back this midnight newborn power.

So it’s really hard to say whether the two ends of the scale can be balanced and who gave more.

“Hmm.”

The familiar weakness made Murphy’s body shook for a moment, and feeling heavy, he fell towards the ground, and was quickly assisted by Tris and Phineas.

In front of his eyes was a flashing red light, because he had performed two consecutive Elite Template Inheritances within a short period of time, Murphy had entered the state of [Anemia and Weakness], and this time, the duration of this state of weakness was fifteen whole days!
This price could not be described as heavy.

He was assisted to sit back on the chair, and in his panting, he took out a small jar of source blood and handed it to Tris.

The latter held it in her hand and placed it in the expectant gaze of Knight Valander and Lady Sonnie, next to the blinking head of the young Count of Sheridan, who was about to wake up from a long nightmare.

Murphy would have gasped.

With his eyes closed, he sipped the blood that Tris had prepared earlier to recover from the “hypoglycemic” state from which little Sheridan’s “First Embrace Tax” had arrived.

[First Embrace Complete! Shandra Shirren Sikomair Le Sombra has returned some of her power to you in the process, in the form of:

+1 Dexterity, +1 Thinking, and +1 Charisma.

New Talent [Mountain Shelter] acquired, Perception greatly increased when entering a mountain forest inhabited by mountain folk, Charisma penalties temporarily removed when in contact with an individual with mountain folk blood].

“This new talent is good.”

Murphy sighed in his heart, but then shook his head.

This new talent would probably disappear when little Xue Lun drank the source blood and broke the bloodline contract with him, right? After all, this kind of power that was fed back by the heir was only passed on through the bloodline contract.

He opened his eyes.

He watched as the bewildered little Yukirun drank the amber-glowing source blood in small sips with the help of the half-kneeling Valande Knight.

He could feel a slight pain in his heart.

That was the grief that belonged to an honored elder when an heir was gone.

But he didn’t have much of an opinion on the matter of Sherron, how could he put it?

The boy had been through so much, and this time it would be a good deed under the watchful eye of the Mother of Midnight, to hedge his guilt in using the smaller players for his own personal gain.

With that in mind, he let himself lean back in his chair in a more comfortable position.

But after a few minutes, Murphy’s eyes opened again with an odd expression, and he looked over to little Sherron, who had already changed her clothes in front of him and was looking at him with a grateful face.

The bloodline contract between himself and this girl had already been severed, this could be determined from the fact that he had recovered to [2/3] the number of bloodline contracts he had concluded.

However, the new talent and “first embrace tax” that Xiao Xue Lun had fed back to him had not disappeared.

In other words, is this thing permanent once it takes effect?
In other words, if Murphy had enough source blood in his hand, he could use this “First Embrace Severance” method to continuously acquire new talents and collect First Embrace Tax?
Holy shit!

I feel like I’ve discovered an incredible bug in this administrator system, and more importantly, Murphy really does have enough source blood in his hand!
3 attribute points plus a new talent each time, if it really works, Count Cadman only needs to repeat this 100 times.
Hmm, don’t dare to continue thinking about it.

It’s a bit too crazy, but since we’ve discovered the vicious bugs that exist in this real world, we have to use them when we have to, right?
(End of chapter)