Chapter 37 37 The Longing to Go Home

Chapter 37 37. The Longing to Go Home

After three days and two nights of fast traveling, Murphy’s caravan finally approached Cadman City once again, arriving in another half hour at their current speed.

The silhouette of the large city built on the plains between the hills and not far from the river was already visible.

In the past two days, the young players had gotten used to logging in freely and arranging their game time wisely, they would leave one “sentry” online, once they reached the village or when the caravan stopped for a rest, the others would come online again, so as to avoid wasting their precious game time on the boring travel.

The players also have a peculiar posture when they go offline.

Murphy specifically went to see, they lie like a corpse in the back of the two large carts reserved for them, like a sleeping person, and occasionally snore or turn over, the sleep simulation is exquisite.

This proved that these guys would be able to maintain an entity in this world for a long time after the player free access feature was enabled.

Although he didn’t understand the principle of this function, Murphy guessed that these “entity projections” could automatically absorb the free spiritual energy in the world to maintain their existence.

In the analysis of the summoning techniques in Miss Fimis’ Spiritual Energy Handbook, this was explained in detail, and although it could not be directly applied to special summons such as players, Murphy guessed that the general principle should be the same.

“You spent two days with my warriors, how did they make you feel?”

Today was an overcast day without annoying sun, thus Murphy sat in the advancing car wrapped in his hood, chatting with Maxim, who was driving the car, in a chatty manner.

Hearing Murphy’s question, Maxim instantly said with a stern face:

“Not good, Lord Murphy. I admit that your warriors are very energetic, as if they never feel tired, but they are too annoying and crazy.

They even followed me to the bathroom yesterday, as if to make sure I defecated too.
And no matter what time of day it is, as soon as I’m free those guys will gather around me and ask me weird questions with that damn arithmetic bead.

They seemed particularly interested in my personal life and my gray hair, which annoyed me to no end.

Had to use the method you taught me to get them to run errands for me, and that’s how I barely got a bit of peace and quiet.”

“That’s how they are, curious and careless.”

Murphy said with a helpless sigh:

“Even though I repeatedly urged not to bother Missy, last night there were still a few unafraid of death who ran to molest Femis, and ended up being hung in mid-air by Missy with psychic energy bindings for a full half hour.

But you have to admit, they’re pretty talented at running errands, aren’t they?

They could always find what you wished for as fast as they could in every damn way possible.

How are they progressing in learning swordplay with you?”

At the mention of this question, Maxim, who was still in a state of displeasure, suddenly sighed.

He said with some melancholy:
“My lord, when I first learned the Blood Vulture Sword Art it took me half a month to get started, and I practiced for three years before I became proficient in various weapon techniques, while your warriors only followed me for two days and their attitude was not serious at all.

But they have already mastered the key points of the Blood Vulture Sword Art.

Last night I even saw them use their young but decent swordsmanship to fight off the jackal bandits that were lured by the food, and compared to their learning, I feel like an imbecilic idiot.

Are all otherworlders as smart as they are?”

“Not really, there are definitely idiots on their side as well, luckily we don’t need idiots.”

Murphy returned casually.

The small players were definitely not learning skills fast because they were all martial arts geniuses, it was purely due to the illusion caused by the fact that they had 1.5 times the super growth and learning power.

This should be the test administrator system to pinch the player template to make adjustments, otherwise really like Maxim so a set of sword skills to learn for several months, this aspect of the gameplay can basically be blown out of the water.

The realism and hardcore that players expect is not in conflict with the convenience and laziness they want, but how to fine-tune the balance between the two is the core of a game’s appeal.
If the world is really a game.

“I just learned a new sword art.”

Murphy got up and patted Maxim’s shoulder, saying:

“Let’s practice when we get back to Cadman City, there’s still half an hour left, don’t rest! Speed up and get back as soon as possible, I’ve had enough of sleeping in the wilderness in the wind.”

“Yes, my lord, I am looking forward to returning to the city as well.”

Maxim smiled and waved the horse whip to make the cart speed up again.

Murphy, for his part, walked in a relaxed stance as if he were walking on top of the wagon, and landed on top of Miriam’s wagon after another light jump.

The red-haired girl had also been annoyed by the small group of players who were looking for hidden quests for the past two days, and was enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

When Murphy landed, she suddenly opened her mouth and asked:
“Murphy, can I hire your warriors to escort me to Chardonnay Harbor?
They are really enthusiastic, it’s as if they will energetically do whatever I request them to do. I prefer them to those gloomy mercenaries.

Simple and good-natured, warm and kind.”

“They’d scare you if they were evil, Miriam, and not right now.”

Murphy responded:
“My warriors aren’t fully acclimated to this place yet, they’re too weak, but later they might be able to be your personal bodyguards, if you can afford the price.

By the way, Miriam, don’t proclaim their true identities when you return to the city, just say that they’re from Moorland Village.”

“I understand.”

The red-haired girl waved her hand and said:
“This summoning technique of yours looks like a secret technique, don’t worry, I won’t blabber my mouth everywhere, and it’s obviously more appropriate to say that they’re mountain people from the northern region as opposed to the Moorland Village.

No one would suspect the various oddities of the mountain people, and the language of the mountain people is already obscure.

A perfect match for your warriors.”

“Thanks, I’ll think about it.”

Murphy opened the door and jumped into the wagon.

He reached out and tapped on the black coffin panel in the car, and after a few moments, the panel slid outward, revealing the displeased face of Miss Phymes.

She rubbed her forehead and said:
“It’s daytime! Murphy.

I can understand that you’re a different kind of alien, like the legendary ‘daywalkers’ who look forward to exposure to dangerous sunlight, but I’m a proper Darkchild, and I don’t like being awakened at this time of day.”

“It’s overcast today, Missy, and without the sun you hate, perhaps you should try to appreciate the world beyond the darkness as well. I came over, though, to actually ask you a specialized question about summoning and psychic powers.

Considering that we’ll be returning to Cadman City soon, I’m afraid it won’t be so easy for me, a fringe person, to ask you for advice again, given your status.

So please forgive my rashness.”

Murphy apologized quite frankly, and the helpless Missy waved her hand as she said without any goodwill:

“I’ll be thankful if you just take care of your insolent servants, I’m very upset by the way they look at me like a rare animal every time, and they’ll also call me by strange names, what . Lori doesn’t know what it means, but the light in their eyes makes me want to snap their necks so badly.”

“That’s a sign that they like you, Missy, and you may not know it, but you’re really popular among them.”

Murphy smiled, looking at the “vampire rich loli dark missy” in front of him who was repeatedly mentioned on the forum, he coughed and asked seriously:

“When I was reading your handwritten notes, I found that they contained the technique of summoning an otherworldly creature like the ‘Tattletale Crow’ to act as a scout, and I had tried to have it deliver things, but every time my summoned creature died it would instantly disappear, causing all the things that I asked it to deliver to go missing in the middle of the journey.

So I’m curious if there’s any technique that allows a summon to leave a small trace in the material world even after it dies.

Like a corpse that can exist for a short period of time .”

“You’re obsessing about all this just to get the Tattletale Crow to deliver something for you?”

Missy looked at Murphy with a subtle gaze as the latter nodded, then she said quietly with an expression that said “I believe the hell out of you”:

“Don’t be so nervous, I’m not going to probe your little secret, and as for your problem it’s pretty well solved.

Ever heard of a ‘Trickster’?

Those who play with evil arts like to summon otherworldly evil spirits to possess their enemies, slowly eating away at their spirit and flesh, and ultimately letting the otherworldly evil spirits completely take over the enemy’s existence.

The secret to the Trickster’s summons being able to exist for a long time is that they make ‘Calamity Cores’, which can help the Otherworldly Evil Spirits better stabilize their physical projections.

Take a page from their book and craft a core for your summons so that when they cease to be active, the psychic energy that makes up their entities will not immediately dissipate. In your words, it leaves a ‘corpse’ behind, but it only lasts for a day at most.”

Mifis’ answer opened Murphy’s eyes, and he pursued the question:
“Is there any need for such a core production?”

“No.”

Missy yawned again, her “sending off” expression becoming more and more obvious as she said:
“As long as it’s a psychic energy sensitive material it’s fine, and it’s not difficult to make, if you really want to learn, I’ll write a letter and send you the way to make it when we return to Cadman City.”

“Then I’ll express my thanks in advance.”

Murphy got what he wanted, he stood up and took another look at the casket laid out next to him and said:

“Lady Adele will awaken as a vampire tonight and I would like to take her to meet my venerable Tris, but don’t worry Missy, I won’t stand in the way if she wishes to return to you.

Think of it as a work loan.

I’m ‘renting’ my heir to you for the time being.

You only need to pay a nominal amount of hiring money, and I can even sign a formal ‘labor dispatch’ contract with you if you need it.”

“That won’t be necessary, Murph.”

Missy laid back into her coffin, and as she closed the panels of her own coffin, she said:

“Adele is already your heir, and as much as I don’t want to part with her, being the daughter of the patriarch of the Blood Vulture Clan isn’t so far gone that I need to rob my fellow heirs.

She will follow you!

Whether she wants to or not, because that’s the family rule.”

The carriage was quiet again.

Murphy stood in silence in front of the two sets of coffins.

After the contact in the past two days, he had a deeper understanding of Femis’ character.

This Missy was simply the human incarnation of the family’s rules, all her actions were based on the ancient dogma of the Blood Vulture Family, everything within the rules she could accept even if there was really a pit in it.

Murphy could understand why Missy made an indifferent gesture towards the sacrifice of the sixty Midnight Hunters.

Because in her opinion, this is a necessary dedication to the family, but also a kind of compliance and homage to the dogma and rules.

She wouldn’t even consider the dishonorable role Murphy played in the matter.

For Murphy had brought a honorable victory to the family.

It was enough for her to overlook the implausibilities.

Dealing with such a principled person was pleasurable, at least Murphy was no longer as resistant to this Missy as he was before, and he even felt that it would not be too bad if he could work under Missy’s command.

After all, as long as the rules are followed, this Missy is still very nice to talk to.

Moreover, in her worldview, it seems that there is no knowledge of such a thing as “playing smart”, that is, drilling the loopholes of the rules, which is an acceptable behavior for Missy.

Therefore, if he could get through to Phineas, his and Tris’s situation in the Blood Vulture Clan could be greatly improved.

Murphy stepped out of the carriage and looked out in the direction of Cadman City.

He could vaguely see the silhouette of the city under the overcast clouds, and a smile spread across the corners of his mouth.

It had been eight days since he left home, one day later than the promise he had given.

This was sure to be another nagging from Tris when he got back, but hopefully that wastrel hadn’t actually starved herself to death in the time he’d been gone.

But I guess with Tris’s occasionally offline and mostly unreliable personality, she could probably get along with her own little players, right? —
“Positioning coordinates are clear, target bearing is clear, communication culverts are open!!!Plan D is entering phase one!”

With a resounding report, in the Commander’s Hall of the Pathfinder Fortress in the East Prussia region, the psionic master before the eyes of General Loren, who was in full military attire, began to cast a spell, and as the light points of the psionic arithmetic beads for casting spells pulsed in his chest, a reconnaissance spell overlooking the ground from a high altitude was activated and reflected in front of the general’s eyes and the crowd of commanders as if they were mirrors.

What was reflected in that scouting spell was the high-altitude image of Cadman City, the capital of the Transylvania region and the base camp of the Blood Vulture Clan, which was nearly three hundred kilometers away from here.

The psychic constantly fine-tuned the orientation so that the general and the commanders could clearly see the city in its entirety.

Beside them, a group of Tower of the Ring psychic masters wearing black vestments were busy working through the super-large psychic communication network concluded by the arithmetic pearl, with new commands being sent out from time to time.

“Target information summarized to White Cliffs, Plastic Energy Tower 01-03 is in position! Master Shaper is standing by!”

“The coordinates of the corresponding star realm of Cadman City have been calculated! Both sides mapping without interference! The next phase coordinate change is in 6 hours! Plenty of time.”

“The ‘Astral Rip’ grand artifact is ready! White Cliffs HQ for final confirmation of Plan D, General! Please give the order.”

A psychic in uniform shouted to General Loren, who stared at the reflection of the city in the screen in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes and didn’t give the order right away, but instead twisted his head to look at an old man beside him who was dressed appropriately, holding a black cane with a tall hat.

He said:

“How does it feel to be about to see with your own eyes that the foundations that your compatriots have spent 400 years to build will collapse in an instant?”

“The Blood Wyverns are not my compatriots.”

The hemlock-faced old man, who did not respect the Loren general as much as the others beside him, stared dead at the picture of the city of Cadman, shrouded in the white light of an overcast sky, and whispered:

“Their shameful betrayal 225 years ago triggered the Second Black Night War that nearly destroyed my family and even came close to dragging the entire vampire race into destruction.

And those things these conspirators plotted in the shadows will be avenged in the next few minutes.

If you must ask my opinion .
Then I will tell you that I am looking forward to what is about to happen more than anyone else.”

“For the sake of this retaliation, you even gave up the blood feud in the Black Night War, violated your laws of avoidance, and willingly chose to cooperate with the Tower of the Ring? As far as I know, the deaths of your clansmen at the hands of the Tower of the Ring at the end of the Second Black Night War and the subsequent ‘Plague of Wolves’ were astronomical.”

General Loren raised an eyebrow and asked again:
“Is it really worth it to forget another hatred for an ancient one?”

“Of course.”

Edward Sr, the patriarch of the Wolfsbane Clan, revealed an oozing smile under his tall hat.

He gripped his cane, which was embellished with skull bones, and whispered:
“As long as the Blood Vultures can be destroyed today, all the sacrifices will be worth it, you, ah, have no understanding of what the Blood Vultures are really doing, and what kind of nightmares Salokdar’s insane doings at this time will bring to us .
I wouldn’t even call it destruction, it’s enough to be called ‘redemption’ or ‘salvation’ or words and descriptions that are alien to vampires.

But I don’t want to give away any more than that, so don’t hold your breath, General Loren, you know what I want.

Show me!
Show me what the Wolfsbane Clan will get us in return for bowing down to the majestic King Louie.”

“Command confirmed!”

The half-dwarf general grunted.

He turned around and stroked his beard, swinging his hand up as if holding a battle sword in a false grip to slash downwards he said in a deep voice:

“Plan D activated! Let’s bury the Blood Vulture completely and forever in history!”

“Boom.”

A few minutes later, a muffled sound came out of the image in front of him.

Terrifying psychic energy temporarily tore apart the interval between the material world and the astral world, the sky and the earth trembled at this moment, the power of the Obscure Nebula poured out, and in the second before the psychic reconnaissance was interfered with and dissipated, General Loren and the old Edward had the satisfaction of seeing the scene where half of Cadman City was completely drowned and torn apart.

The two men smiled at each other, then picked up the fine wine handed to them by the orderlies and held it aloft.

“In the name of victory, gentlemen!”

The general shouted:
“The war, it is over.”

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(End of chapter)