Chapter 289: 288 Lord Murphy, Your Warriors Are Indeed Courageous

Chapter 289 288.Lord Murphy, it is true that all your warriors are brave, but they are all sick one by one!!!!

Happy Stick walked out from the Blood Wyvern Cloister with a face full of eggheads, and he was followed by the equally egghead Touch Your Poor.

The two men have been “drained” by the new vampire NPC, in the true sense of the word, not only sent all the gold coins that the Scarlet Hammer and Sickle Corps had saved over the past period of time, but also sent them in order to exchange for the legendary “Great Mystery of Sicco City”. In order to exchange for the legendary “Xike City’s Great Secret Collection”, they were even forced to write an IOU with that flat-chested vampire mechanic!
Fuck!
When have I ever been wronged in a game? I was actually forced to write an IOU by an NPC, it’s too frustrating!
“Look on the bright side, Stick.”

Touch Your Poor, who was carrying a large weapon case, saw Happy Stick’s gloomy and uncertain expression, and he was very worried that Brother Stick would do something irreparable, so he whispered to persuade him:

“You also did get the structure map of the underground vault in Xike City, that chick didn’t lie to us, whether there’s anything there or not won’t we know if we go for a walk?

That was once the capital of the Portia Confederacy!

Its bank is in charge of the financial flow of the entire country, even the secret vault in the vault as long as it can really be dug out is definitely not a loss.”

“But she asked for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars just for the ‘intelligence fee’! Damn, we still owe her eleven hundred thousand dollars.”

Stick rubbed his face hard as he spat:

“This means that the profit from the big secret stash we can get from treasure hunting in the ruins of Xike City has to be above 150,000 gold coins for us to make any money!

Moreover, I heard Count Sheren say that there is still a lingering spiritual plague in Xike City, and the ruins of the entire city are full of dead people, and even though the Pioneer Legion cleaned up the city when they seized the stuff, there are still ghouls and necrotic creatures like that living in the ruins there.

I’ll have to recruit more people to get there.

You mustn’t promise the other brothers a share of this? I’ve known Woo Meow for years, that guy can be treacherous, and the student party is too busy scrubbing their reputation to necessarily want to get involved.”

“I said you’re thinking too much.”

Touching you poor is quite indifferent, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the worried-looking Stick, saying:

“You’ve spent the money, can’t you just leave this figure in your bag and not care? I say, let’s play the game with a bit of panache, losing money is losing money, and no one blames you.”

“Of course I can play the game in style, mainly because I have a bunch of brothers to support, and you’re the big boss who is waiting for the dividends.”

Happy Stick sighed and said:

“It’s a lot of pressure.”

“You can really make me laugh to death with this statement, am I lacking that much from you? I opened a company three months before the loss of a small 5 million is not as painful as you ah.”

Xiaofu brother hugged his stomach and laughed, and whistled again to summon his Scorpion Lion to land in a whirlwind.

He also made a saddle for the scorpion lion from the camp’s leatherworker specifically for himself to ride while being able to give Stinky Treasure a bit of added defense on his torso.

Touching you poorly to climb aboard his own Scorpion Lion, he pulled a large caliber dwarven trench gun handmade by the young Count of Sherron from the weapons case behind him and tossed it to Happy Stick, waving his hand and saying:

“I really don’t expect to see a return on my investment so quickly, you mustn’t feel any psychological pressure, if that company of yours is strapped for cash flow just let me know and I’ll find a way to get you some money.

To put it mildly, I’m investing in your future, not your present.

Cutting leeks also did not cut so, decided to go to Xike City treasure hunting when remember to call on me oh.”

After saying that, touching your poor patted the mane on the scorpion lion’s neck, the mighty beast wailed, opened its bat wings and then scampered into the high sky, carrying the little rich brother who got the new weapon towards the camp outside the city.

He got a really good thing to share with his good friend, live whole quite good is still in the camp internship, he just go to see how that guy is doing.

And seeing his boss flying away on a scorpion lion, the happy stick on the ground was touched to the core, he grasped the cool and delicate and powerful trench gun in his hand and muttered:

“Do ‘angel investors’ really exist in this world? I finally realize why you can lose 5 million dollars for even starting a small company.

Brother, you can’t spend money like you do.

What family ah you are.”

“Hey, Rod, what are you doing here?”

Just as Happy Stick retracted his gaze and began to admire the trench gun in his hand, which was labeled as a [Collector’s item], a staggering voice rang out from the side.

Stick turned around and realized that it was Brother Loyalty who was walking with tiger-like strides.

This guy looks like he just came out of Mrs. Tris’ alchemy hut, and there are still some “wonderful” compound “aroma” on his body, as he approaches, Happy Stick does not move and takes a step back to avoid getting himself contaminated with something dangerous.

This is the guy who made the Molotov cocktail in the game.

It is said that he has been locked up in the camp’s warehouse in the last few days do not know what he is drumming up, anyway, is a rather mysterious guy, but happy stick and loyal brother is known, when loyal brother is still a “gluttony party”, they like to discuss some very criminal things in the forums.

Because Happy Stick used to be a “professional”, so he is basically sure that Loyal Brother is also absolutely the same as he has served in the military, otherwise it is difficult to accept that his understanding of hot weapons beyond the level of ordinary enthusiasts.

“Yo, good stuff! Let me see!”

Before Stick could reply, the trench gun in his hand was seen by Brother Loyalty at a glance.

The guy’s eyes lit up splitting his hand and snatched it over, measuring it repeatedly in his hand and making several aiming motions, and then stuffing his fingers into the barrel and feeling it, finally nodding his head and saying:

“Masterpiece! Pure handmade, of course, the barrel is out of the car, but this does not change the degree of precision of this thing, where did you get it?

It’s way better than any heat weapon I’ve seen lately, only that Hammerguard of Vikrama’s can match it.”

“Bought it.”

At the mention of it, Stick had an obscure look on his face.

He cursed:
“That black hearted NPC in there, shit, my buddy and I spent tens of thousands of dollars on a collectible set and luckily triggered a . Ahem, nothing nothing.

What are you doing here if you’re not ‘clocking out for work’ at the Alchemy Hut?”

“It’s not touching your poor little rich brother who said on the forums that he found that new mechanical engineer. I ran here to take a look, and he even posted a few diagrams of mechanical prosthetics in the forums, which tickled me.

You know, I just love this kind of punk style stuff, that’s a favorite.”

Talking about his favorite things, Loyal Brother rubbed his hands with glowing eyes, and ignoring the little secret that Stick had almost blurted out just now, after Happy Stick indicated the exact location, he snorted and quickly rushed into the Blood Vulture Cloister.

Stick narrowed his eyes and watched Loyal Brother disappear into the shadows of the corridor.

In fact, he had always maintained a subtle distance from Brother Loyalty in the game, and I don’t know if it was an illusion, but this former “professional” always felt that Brother Loyalty and a few particularly active brothers on the forums had a bit of a “bad taste in their mouths” flavor.

He desperately hoped that he was overthinking it.

But if that was true, what could he do as a game player?

“Ugh.”

Happy Stick sighed and opened up the map of the underground vault construction in Xike City that he had spent 150,000 gold to get there in his psychic energy bag to look at it again.

This thing was estimated to be no smaller in area than the Blood Vulture Cloister, just from the scale and size.

Rod had a hunch.

He might not be able to actually get a big treasure in the ruins of the faraway Xike City, but of course, it was also possible that he might lose his pants in it.

But all things come in threes, so he quickly made up his mind, opened Brother Woo Meow’s private chat, and sent a message over:
“When is convenient, let’s meet.”

“I’ll be heading back with a large group of jackal captives.”

Brother Woo Meow immediately replied:

“Wait for me to go to the quarry in Moorland Village first to hand over the captives, then I’ll meet you in the city.”

“No, I meant to meet offline.

There’s a job for you and your team, and the estimated earnings are at least around 150,000 gold coins, which is a million and a half Softcoins at the current exchange rate.

Note that it’s a minimum.” “!!!”

“Get it? So I’ll have to bring a lawyer over and we’ll sign a contract offline or something.”

“Emmm, day after tomorrow, I’ve got a lawyer here, my old cousin is a business lawyer, licensed. I’ll get things set up, need to find you a store to relax and unwind?”

“No need, I’m clean.”

“Fuck! We’re all local foxes, what kind of chit chat are you singing to me between here? Speak properly!”

“Ahem, then a simple arrangement, a little bit of veggies would be good, this is after all about business.”

“O, see you offline.”
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“Master ah, I want to turn engineering mechanic! This is my work, you give a palm to the eyes.”

In the room of the little Count of Sherron, the loyal brother who ran to visit was very humble, and handed the very penalized contraption he had made by hand to the little dwarf vampire in front of him with both hands.

Sherron hadn’t cared.

She knew that these were otherworldly spirits, and said to herself that you otherworldly people don’t know a damn thing about steam engineering, but when she took Brother Loyalty’s work in her hands, she froze herself first.

What entered her hand was a gun.

The style of a shotgun, with a blackened barrel over a mahogany body, and a somewhat strange bolt as well as a bayonet holder placed in front of the muzzle.

It was a bit more “elegant” than the Dwarf Shotgun.

However, the overall simplicity of the gun was not enough to surprise Sheridan, and most importantly, the bullets used in this thing were very different from the spherical bullets she remembered.

The three bullets that Loyalist pulled out were all pointed bullets.

It had taken a lot of effort over the past few days to hand rub this thing out, thankfully those small devices supported by the Blood League Knights had specialized tools in them, otherwise it would have been hard for him to accomplish this kind of hand rubbing peanuts operation even if he was exhausted.

“This is…”

Shirren took the pointed bullet that emitted a chilly aura in her hand and placed it under her nostrils to sniff it again, then looking towards Brother Loyalty, she whispered:

“It’s dwarven gunpowder? You changed the proportions and didn’t add burning gold powder? Does that guarantee kinetic energy? How can accuracy be guaranteed if the kinetic energy is insufficient?”

“Oh, I did the rifling.”

Loyalist casually replied back, keeping his eyes on the two mechanical prosthetics that Sherron had placed on the wall.

The black ones that smelled of mechanical rods and fantasy punk poked at him too much, making the older, middle-aged man a little soulful for a moment.

“Rifling.”

The young Earl of Sherron reached out and ran her fingers down the barrel of the Loyalist’s gun, then she narrowed her eyes and mooched as she pulled the chamber open and slipped the pointed bullet in, followed by a click and a cocking sound.

“Can I try it?”

She asked and Loyalist nodded in a ‘please’ motion.

She pushed the door open and took aim at a brick on the wall next to the aisle, lifting the “otherworldly style” weapon and aiming slightly before pulling the trigger.

“Bang.”

A slight jolt hit her shoulder, the Midnight-blessed body didn’t shake, but there was an extra hole in the opposite wallstone.

In a cloud of dust Sherron pulled back the bolt, a hot shell casing popped out and was cupped in her mechanic-gloved left hand, the lingering smell of gunpowder failing to burn completely causing her to twitch her nose.

Just as she was about to comment, Lady Tris’ hushed voice suddenly rang in her ear:

“You do realize that across the aisle is Murphy’s office, right? You do realize that you just broke my favorite frozen moonshine?

That was a tribute from Murphy Jr. and I just opened this bottle of wine.
Do you know how expensive it was? Do you know how angry I am right now?”

“Uh, I’ll pay for it! I swear!”

Sharon is a good boy.

Immediately answering with onomatopoeic skill, causing Tris to make a meaningful snort.

But the first thought that popped into the little Earl of Sherron’s head outside of embarrassment was:
“Hey! Why are you, the Blood Vulture Archduke, still staying in Lord Murphy’s room at this hour, huh? What exactly is the relationship between the two of you?

Is the life of a Blood Vulture so exciting?”

“Ahem, Master, is my work still eye catching?”

The Loyal Brother next to him asked proudly.

He knew that his hand rubbed rifle had actually won the approval of this engineering mechanic, and sure enough, the next second, the little Count of Sherron turned around and said to him very seriously:
“Your handiwork is already comparable to that of a full-fledged gunsmith, Your Excellency, such a sophisticated weapon uses a very different method of excitation than Dwarven firearms, not to mention that the subtle pointed bullet is an amazing advance in the field of ammunition, I would certainly recognize your attainments in this area, and I would be more than willing to discuss the mysteries of engineering with a true professional.”

“Ding.”

A light ringing sound made Loyal Brother look down, the transfer tip of Engineering Mechanic Apprentice was already in his hand, which made him very satisfied.

However, in the next second, Brother Loyalty pointed at the mechanical arm on the wall that made him very covetous as he asked with some embarrassment:

“That one. Can that one be sold to me? Please understand, but I really can’t wait to study this subtle thing I’ve never seen before.”

“Uh, but that’s a prosthetic limb for the disabled, I’m still researching and don’t have a physical object in hand for a mechanical skeleton adapted for use by normal individuals.

I understand your curiosity in this area, and I can share the drawings I know of with you”

“Huh? Only for the disabled? Easy!”

Brother Loyalty laughed.

In Sheren little earl’s dumbfounded gaze drew out the sword on his waist for body protection, full of care and concern, his right hand flew out amidst the splashes of blood.

This decisive and shocking scene scared the little count of Sheridan silly.

She screamed after several seconds, but the shock in her voice was obviously greater than the fear.

But to Loyal, who was impatient to try his hand at otherworldly engineering, none of this was a big deal; anyway, with the pain shielding turned up to the max, the cut was nothing more than the pain of a finger caught in a door.

As a man.
Uh, well, it still hurt a bit, but for the sake of the mysteries of engineering, all of this could be endured!
“Let’s do the surgery now, shall we?”

He still had blood on his face.

But the light in his eyes was so oozing that the little Earl of Sheridan couldn’t help but take a step back, glancing again at his right hand, which was still twitching on the ground.

“Uh, I think we should calm down and discuss this matter properly first, Warrior, there is a small problem .”

“But I don’t think there’s a problem! I’m fully prepared yah! Look, I’m already disabled, right?
This prosthetic leg should be used by a guy like me.

It makes sense! I’ll pay for it, okay?”

“Uh, it’s not that!”

“Then what is it? Master Sheren, don’t whet my appetite! I can’t wait!”

“Calm yourself! You crazy bastard! That prosthetic leg of mine is the left hand! But you cut the right hand. Mother of Midnight, are you all a bunch of lunatics?”

“. Fuck!”

(End of chapter)