352. Chapter 350 349 What? Are you bewitched? Look at my Personality Correction Fist.

Chapter 350 349. Bewitched? Watch my personality correction punch!

Scarlet Castle was very lively in these few days, as reported by the civil servants of the administration office, the locals were very excited about the sudden boxing championship after missing several traditional festivals in a row, not only the soldiers of the People’s Army who were guarding Scarlet Castle chose the contestants to represent themselves, but even the five collective farms that had just been established had guys who were very good fighters enthusiastically signing up.

Murphy went out to patrol the territory in the past two days, and everywhere he could see the scene of after-work citizens finding a random place to start practicing.

Many women even holding half-grown children in the side to watch the boxing and cheer, which makes Murphy for Transylvanian “national character” has a deeper understanding, but also let him once again feel that other places of people have misconceptions about Transylvanian is not a blackmail.

After all, even the knowledgeable Murphy, in the administrative office to see the gatekeeper of a few old masters in the dusk to throw open their bladders to swing each other’s fists to know that this place is really tough folk, abound in bad-tempered barbarians.

This in order to guide the small players to do some serious work in the meantime to the dog planning to check the leakage of the “national movement” actually crookedly in a short period of time to develop to this way is Murphy did not expect at all.

It seems that if you want the Transylvanians’ happiness to increase, don’t engage in those plays, poems, and other high-end things that cultivate the sentiment, and organize a few more events like the Boxing Championships that everyone likes to see is the right thing to do.

This kind of lively and festive atmosphere lasted until the little count of Sherron arrived at Scarlet Castle with a group of strong and sturdy mountain warriors like little giants, then it reached the real climax.

After hearing that the mountain folk from the north were also going to participate in the tournament, the local Transylvanian young and old men’s minds that were originally playing for fun changed subtly.

The people raised in these poor mountains valued face the most, and that and backbone combined were the only two things they had left.

Although Transylvania was really pitifully destroyed during the war, with the reconstruction of Scarlet Fortress and the restoration of order the locals’ morale was also rising a little bit.

Not wanting to see themselves outclassed by the closed-minded and strange mountain people, the fighters chosen to compete received an extra dose of “friendly encouragement” from the townspeople and their own relatives and friends.

If you don’t get a good fight, you’re going to get your ass kicked/kneel on a washboard/sleep outside the door when you get home!
Later that day, when the Yankee “advance party” arrived at the Scarlet Fort along with Maxim and some of the Bloodservant prisoners, this atmosphere of everyone striving to be the first was added with the factor of “national hatred”, which was like pouring a spoonful of oil on the already hot woodpile. It was like pouring a spoonful of oil on an already hot fire.

Transylvania’s relationship with its northern neighbors over the years has never been very good, plus at the end of the Ten Years’ War, the Northmen’s treacherous action of combining with the Kingdom of Canary Flower to dismember the Confederacy of Bohemia made Transylvania’s locals have no goodwill towards the Northmen at all.

Especially after hearing that these guys were all soldiers and prisoners from all over the Yankees, the burning anger could no longer be suppressed.

Damn Transylvania for being so miserable, and the Yankee thugs were going to suck a little blood out of these poor people?

Who are you looking down on?
The local fighters who were selected to participate in the race received an extra dose of “warmth and care” from their families.

You can lose a fight, but a Yankee must die!
If they are defeated and humiliated, they will go home and beg for forgiveness on their knees.

The local fighters were under a lot of pressure.

But the good thing is that they still have a bottom of the program, Lord Murphy under the banner of those famous “battle madness” warriors will also represent the Transylvanian locals to participate, if their side accidentally lost, then you can count on those who are not even afraid of death of the warriors to give them back a little bit of face.

So at dusk, near the official start of the Championship, some of the small players who passed the audition inexplicably received a lot of support from the locals.

For example, on behalf of the Scarlet Castle residential building No. 3 to participate in the tournament, the two guys, Khaki Tony too and mud to Luda oil, in a face of confusion by a few NPC amahs put on a garland, such as heroes appearing in the residential building No. 3 assigned to those NPCs flanked by those NPCs waving loudly and volubly through the city.

Although after all do not understand what happened, but khaki and the old oil is still very happy, this does not show that the brother two deep NPC’s respect and love it.

This is a great thing!

It must be the good reputation brush that triggered this unique plot.

The two of them waved their hands continuously on the street, causing a group of spectators next to them to wail and shout, firing up the atmosphere for a while, looking at the side of the game just entered the game has not yet passed the Black Iron Trial, can only give these two dormitory good son of the Caught Shrimp House as an assistant with a face of envy and jealousy.

And at the same time, wearing close body armor is making final preparations for the bull also met the come to give him encouragement and cheer Ms. Ann glass.

But Ambo, always out of the ordinary, sneered as she saw Bull swinging:
“Both Sr. Eugene and Sister Marianne see this fight as an opportunity to proclaim the power of Avalon, and they’ve sent Sankey and Kellenger, the best of the young witch hunters, to represent the Church, in addition to that ‘Big Bird Corps’ of Avalon warriors, Sanwu Doo, Rings Punch, and Black Silk Brother.

How many chances do you think you have of winning in front of such a lineup?

Might as well withdraw from the competition, Bull.

Lest you get beaten up and have to have me apply medicine for you.”

“Ch, our Blood Vulture Clan has also sent out powerful players this time.”

Bull grunted, looked around and relaxed after confirming that no one was there, he walked over to An Bo’s side and looked at her condescendingly with his arms crossed, saying:
“And you said that are what a cat or a dog, woo meow brother’s team play with the cooperation is okay, really want to one by one to go on I do not false them, even if I can not beat, not still have my old sister?
= You know how powerful she is.”

“Ms. Pomegranate? Very powerful indeed.”

Ambrosia moved her shoulders a little uncomfortably as she whispered:
“But she seems to have a bit of a problem with me, she scowls at me every time she sees me, but I don’t remember messing with her ah?”

“Don’t mind her, she just can’t get married to have the occasional seizure.”

Bull spat harshly as he reached out again and pulled Ambrosia’s blindfold upwards, revealing the always-covered eyes of the elite witch-hunter scout.

As Ambo blinked she could see that the pupil color of her two eyes were very different, the uninjured one was a light blue, but the other side of the pupil had a slightly reddish vein to it, making it look rather demonic. This was the aftermath of Ambrosia’s previous torture by the blood torturers under Missy’s command, she thought it was ugly, but Bull didn’t see it that way.

“Isn’t this much better looking?”

Bull said playfully:

“Can’t figure out why you keep hiding it.”

“It’s an ominous symbol, and over in my home town if people see it they’ll say it’s a forest demoness.”

Ambrosia slapped Bull’s hand away and put her own eyepatch back on however seeing Bull’s look of regret she asked again in a whisper:
“Do you like my eyes?”

“Uh-huh, it’s very pretty ah, it’s called character understand? It really doesn’t have that flavor like the others.”

The bull very honestly returned a sentence that made Ambrosia shake her head, thinking that this guy is indeed a wooden head.

“Forget it, I won’t bother you anymore, you prepare well.”

The valiant witch hunter waved his hand and took out a roll of bandages blessed by nature from his traveling bag and threw it to the bull, saying:

“Wrap it around, it’s not breaking the rules to get you less bruised when you fight. That said, I’m going to do some scouting in the Filthy Swamp in a while, can you accompany me?”

“Sure.”

Bull said without lifting his head as he wrapped bandages around his palms:
“I’m your warrior, naturally I’ll follow you wherever you go, as long as you give the order, Ms. Ambrosia, your warrior Bull will be called upon to serve you.”

“Ch, who cares?”

Ambrosia rolled her eyes and left the place humming.

A few seconds later, a somber pomegranate sister came in, she stared at the cow and did not say a word, the oldest brother also simply turned around and did not pay attention to her, he felt that his sister was “compelled” by this game more and more extreme.

“Niu Xiaochuan! See how I’ll beat you up when you’re on the field!” Sister Pomegranate was furious and threw out a harsh sentence before striding out again.

“Blanch, all calling her by her real name, it seems to have really pissed her off.”

Bull shrunk his head and prayed again in the ready room:
“It’s better to hurry up and let a certain cat brother who does good deeds without leaving a name eliminate my old sister midway, or else I really won’t be able to escape this beating today.”

Time passed by, and by the time the fight officially started at night time, the entire Fight Club was already packed.

But this place is a sewer entrance surely can’t accommodate too many spectators, in order to not let the atmosphere has already been fired up activities fall into regret, watching the big Duke Tris simply bring Missy and her subordinate vampire psychic master all out.

They used a simple spiritual projection ceremony to create “big screens” in various places of the Scarlet Fortress, and the administrative office also sent specialists to film and record the event with computing pearls in the Fight Club.

Murphy also opened up temporary access, so that all NPCs who possessed the Operational Jewel could see those wonderful moments in the projection mode of the Jewel.

To be honest, the arithmetic power of this third-generation treasure pearl is still not too good, Murphy originally wanted to engage in “live broadcasting”, but unfortunately, this thing can not be equipped with such advanced functions.

Listen to Miriam said, the halfling there are special for image capture specialization computing pearl, soon after the business expansion led by Ms. Parian to start, must be from there into a number of “special pearl” back, and then use the name of “private customization”! When the time comes, I’ll use the name “private order” to sell them to the small players who need them at ten times the price.
Tsk, plan through ah!

This will be in the fight club was remodeled a new “boxer preparation room” waiting for his “opening fight” Murphy’s heart and emerged a good idea “vampire” not to be a human being, and then suddenly heard a sharp, sharp voice. Then he was surprised to hear a shrill and exaggerated voice from outside.

“Good evening! Transylvania! The final result of last night’s deathmatch was a full eighteen! Thanks to the endless Black Iron Trials, ten of the Jackal Fighters alone hung up. But there was one unskilled warrior who also died, and I think you’ll all have to pay for it! Because the Scarlet Hammer and Sickle Regiment he belongs to definitely can’t swallow this.

The Andromeda Hills have been attacked again, and the arsenal under construction has been vandalized, again by werewolf scum.

Meanwhile, the Blood Rats are in the Smuggler’s Woods collecting the bodies of the victims of the Skeleton Legion that keep pouring out of the swamps, where we all know a strange band of jackals has defected to the great Governor Murphy.

We don’t like jackals, but they’re not the flavor of the night either!

Hi, I’m the special guest opening host of the Transylvanian Fighter’s Championships, Brother Linbei Dog, and my dear Transylvanian barbarians, join me as we begin to enjoy tonight’s feast of fists and feet!”

This slam made the small players in the audience cover their stomachs and laugh until they wailed, and although the other locals couldn’t quite understand where Dogo’s punchline was in this segment, they were not shy about offering their own applause for this unique opening.

At least the guy let everyone know what was going on in Transylvania right now with a few words in a weird accent.

Higher up in the “VIP seats”, the Earl of White Mountain and his loyal servant Vesta, who almost never missed a big fight, had already grabbed a good seat, and even farther away, Consul Miriam had taken a day off to accompany Professor Malcolm’s family to watch the match.

Beside them were the watery-faced bailiff Kudel and his precious granddaughter, Ms. Becky, who was looking left and right with a marshmallow in her hand.

Knight Hime from the Anjou region and her good friend, Knight Raven, are sitting here watching everything that’s new to them. In the Kingdom of the Canary Blossom, which prides itself on being a “civilized people”, barbaric things like jousting have long since been outlawed by King Louis, but underground boxing matches are said to be still going on, causing headaches for many local authorities.

As for why Becky knew so much about it.
Because her father privately operates the largest underground arena in the city of Nantes.

“These ‘strangers’ are doing a good job of creating an atmosphere!”

On the other side of the arena, in the “special box” of the Blood Rats, the “Sewer Queen” of the Scarlet Fortress, Ms. Dorothy, was holding a glass of blood wine, posing as a big brother and whispering to her minions:
“Watch! Learn! Look at their hands, although I do not understand, but you see how lively ah, in the future to find the guy who can speak more to learn, and strive to organize a bigger and better gladiatorial tournament, this is a lucrative business.”

“But Boss, aren’t you going to get ready for the ring?”

Old Freeman, one of the patriarchs of the Blood Rat Gang and the current number two, who was always making guest appearances as a bartender in the Sewer Bar, bent down and said to the dejected Dorothy:

“Lord Murphy said that you’re also going to participate in the progress of the fights as a ‘special guest’, and you’ll have to fight at least three times a day for the duration of the fights.”

“Shut up, let me enjoy the simple pleasures, don’t say these annoying things.”

Her subordinate’s mention of this matter immediately made Dorothy look unhappy, she couldn’t guess why Murphy wanted to engage in this kind of “enjoyment with the people”, but no matter if it was from the hierarchical level or the clan level, she couldn’t refuse this request.

Even Grand Duke Tris has the obligation to go on stage to “play with the people”, let alone a small character like her.

Just when Dorothy’s face was upset, Lin Bei’s dog planes in the ring below had already finished warming up the stage, and seeing that the atmosphere was almost ready, he, who worked as a bartender in a bar and occasionally made a guest appearance as a DJ, simply announced to the crowd:

“So, let’s use cheers and applause to invite our honorable Governor of Transylvania, the great Earl of the Blood Vulture Clan, the founder of Scarlet Fortress, the liberator of the Andromeda Hills, the patron of the witch hunters and the savior and benefactor of the people, the mighty Lord Murphy, to make his entrance!

As a true Transylvanian, he will carry on the traditions of this land and personally present us with an opening battle destined for greatness!”

“OWWWWW.”

Amidst the roaring cheers from all around, Murphy opened his bloody wings and slid down quietly from the shadows in a dashing and unparalleled gesture, his outstanding demeanor and heavenly appearance making the ghostly cries of the small players in the surrounding grounds that much more shrill.

And his unveiling opponent also stepped into the ring at this time.

However, at the sight of the three-meter tall body of His Excellency Valander, who had already become a Knight of the Holy Grail, pulling out a horrifying reflection under the gas lamp, even the shouts around him stopped for a few seconds, after all, the contrast between the two sides’ figures was really too exaggerated.

Murphy had to spread his wings in order to overwhelm Valander in terms of size.

“Alas, I had originally arranged for Lord Murphy to come with a freshly captured jackal leader, and was thinking of just going through the motions.”

Miriam in the audience covered her eyes and said:
“Who knew that little Sherron ran over for a while and flirted, she said that she wanted to promote the virtues of the mountain people so she let Valander Knight fight, plus Valander Knight had an agreement to spar with Lord Murphy before. But wouldn’t it look bad if Lord Governor lost the fight?”

“I blanch! Miriam you’re playing for real!”

After seeing the Valande Knight on the field, Murphy also had a jolt in his heart, he felt that this must be Miriam’s way of giving herself a whole job, thinking that the red-haired girl who was a little bit smart at the beginning has now learned the hard way.

However, a few seconds later, Murphy discovered a touch of “incongruity” in Valander Knight, his will seemed to be bound by something unseen, and just the gentle smile on his big face that did not match his own temperament proved that this guy’s state was not right.

So Murphy frowned and threw a scouting spell over before starting the fight, and the information that came back opened his eyes:

Name: Valander ‘Vulture’ O’Foul
Status: Temptation of the Holy Grail – Subspace Myth – Personality Confusion-

Character Description:

[Not every soul can remain sane after coming into contact with the power of subspace, and those legendary gods happen to come from that land of chaos. That greatness is to be seen and not approached does not only represent a respect for power, it is also a protection for the mortal world.

“I see, brainwashed by the ‘subspace essence’ originating from Avalon that the Linwood Grail has, right?”

Murphy moved his fingers, looking at the Valander Knight in front of him, who still had a gentle face when he assumed a battle stance, and silently mobilized his “hidden power” in his mind.

Although the Valander Knight in front of him was not contaminated by subspace, but only slightly affected by touching the mysterious Holy Grail, but since it was something from subspace, it should be eliminated from the material world.

And wouldn’t you say that’s a coincidence?
The antivirus program “Omega” was lazily judging the situation of the Pale Rider in front of him, but it was finally activated by Murphy’s call! The personality modification punch, which has been unbeatable since his debut, is now loading!

Hey, Knight of the Mountains, let the Governor wash away your confusion with his hot fists and bring you back to the earth where you have yet to fulfill your mission.

(End of chapter)