389.Chapter 387 386 Murphy’s Eye’s Newly Rising Cultist Pangolin’s

Chapter 387 – 386.Murphy’s Eye – What the Budding Cultist Pangolin Saw and Heard

In the Scarlet Cloister, Murphy was sitting in his own chair being attentive.

His gaze was looking extremely far away at the moment, and the focus of his pupils was not in front of him looking very empty, as if he was in the posture of a soul when it was disembodied.

Next to him, Tris was maintaining a continuous psychic energy spell, she maintained her unique spell casting movements with the dark and gloomy stance that a vampire psychic should have, her left hand was raised and pointed at the back of Murphy’s head, the wind that escaped from the psychic energy blew Tris’s long black hair at the back of her head, occasionally revealing her long and slender neck and the scar on her delicate collarbone.

Her incomparably bewitching face was full of deliberation and weighty control, and she was using her exquisite psychic energy skills to bind Murphy’s vision with Hogg, who was far away in the filthy swamp.

This is the most iconic technique in the detection psychic arts “Eye of Detection” is operating, and the distinctive way of using psychic energy of Mrs. Tris in the eyes of Heru, a professional investigator who was playing next to her, was simply a kind of art of casting spells.

More importantly, what Tris was demonstrating for him was the advanced use of “Eye of Detection” beyond its normal operation.

This kind of long-distance and long-time vision switching has excellent stealth, so that Heru held a notebook next to him and kept recording the valuable knowledge in front of him.

“This is my slightly improved scouting ritual.”

Tris glanced at him.

In her heart, she sighed that it was worthy of being a psychic from a science class, this desire for knowledge alone was not comparable to those halfway decent little players.

Seeing that Heru was so diligent, the Blood Vulture Archduke was satisfied in his heart and casually mentioned:
“The spiritual energy required to maintain it for a long time is something you can’t afford at the moment, you can try again after your power has advanced, and you also need to make some spiritual energy markings on the ‘eyes’ you’ve chosen in advance, or else it’ll be difficult to activate this spell successfully.”

“Uh-huh, thanks for the reminder.”

Heru made another note, then asked with a false sense of humor:
“What are the normal and extreme effective distances of this detection jutsu of yours?”

“The limit is pretty much the current distance.”

Tris estimated:
“It extends from the Scarlet Fortress to the depths of the Filthy Swamp, about seven hundred kilometers. Normally I fix my target on Miriam as a way to ensure my guardianship of the Scarlet Consul, which is Murphy’s requirement.

In his opinion, Miriam’s importance to the territory was already higher than his, and Murphy didn’t need to be protected in most cases.

Unfortunately, Miriam stubbornly refuses power, and she doesn’t seem to have any intention of manifesting herself on the path of power, which is a shame.

Back to this ritual.

The farther away it takes effect, the higher the psychic energy consumption, and the energy required to maintain it at this current distance could drain your psychic pool in less than seven seconds.

If it is maintained for longer than fifteen seconds, the psychic energy chakra in your body will be completely destroyed to become an invalid.

This hidden ritual was not meant for Black Iron ranked Scouting Psychic Energy Masters, try it again after you enter the Silver rank.

However, if there is a fixed and well-made Scouting Mage Tower to take most of the pressure for you, then it is a means that can be used at will by the current you.”

“Scout Mage Tower that’s too precious.”

Heru said with a creepy sigh and another helpless sigh:

“Even my mentor in White Cliffs doesn’t deserve to have his own mage tower, we scouting psychics are just jugglers in the eyes of the other factions’ psychics and have always been unappreciated.

Despite the fact that the scouts shone in several major operations during the Ten Years War, trying to change this stubborn and foolish notion is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

My mentor’s two greatest wishes in life were firstly to gain access to the middle and upper echelons of the Tower of the Ring and mix up the title of Provost, and secondly to have his own mage tower.

But until the time he fell ill and died, these two wishes remained elusive.”

“You might be able to fulfill them for him?”

Tris said softly as she looked Heru up and down:
“You could apply to the Administrative Office for a mage tower establishment, I understand that the Brotherhood of Stonemasons will be starting work in the inner city within two months to build us a ‘Midnight Tower’ as the new symbol of the Blood Vulture Clan, it will be a comprehensive building, which will also have a mage tower attached to it.

I have seen Professor Chen’s design.

It was a beautiful building that contained three secondary towers. This means that while I’m using the main tower, there will be three mage tower slots left open.

Femis will definitely have one as the caster leader of the Midnight Faction, another one is going to be reserved for casters among our warriors to share, and the last one is currently vacant
Write an application and submit it to Consul Miriam, they’ll approve it at their discretion, but I’m guessing that you won’t be able to use it for free with your current power, and you’ll probably need to submit a costly rental payment to the Administrative Office.”

“This this is too much of an overreach, I’m just a black iron psychic, or a scout without much combat ability.”

Heru was a bit overwhelmed when he was hit by this big gift package that fell from the sky.

He couldn’t imagine that his mentor’s last wish would suddenly be realized in this way at this moment, but Tris didn’t give him another chance to explain more as she waved her hand and said:

“It’s true that the power rank is a bit short, but that doesn’t affect the fact that you are one of the few of all the current psychics in Transylvania who have received formal training.

You are eligible to acquire your own mage tower, and only now of course.

The Transylvania that Murphy Jr. himself rebuilt honors competition!

As soon as another powerful caster challenges your mage tower compilation and you lose, then you will lose your mage tower.

This is not just a commendation or a gift, it is a heavy duty and pressure.

Of course, I realize that there are always those whose personalities are averse to competition, so I’ll leave the choice up to you. For now I will maintain this detection spell and leave me alone.”

“As you wish, Your Excellency the Archduke.”

Heru bent down in salute in a very proper manner, while stepping back to the edge to collect his psychic aura lest it affect this scouting jutsu that was being maintained.

Generally speaking, actions such as Murphy’s long-distance scouting through field of vision conversion at this time would cause serious impact and stress on the mind, as the conversion of field of vision could never be adapted to in a moment’s time.

However, Murphy often shifted his field of view to the high-speed moving overhead view of the Spirit Vulture Revlono, which was much more dangerous than the current semi-fixed flat view, so Murphy didn’t feel any disturbance or trouble.

He was currently surveying the top floor furnishings of the abandoned mage tower in Plague Town with the help of Hogg’s eyes, and it wasn’t as luxurious as he had imagined a mage tower to be.

In fact to be mean it was as scruffy as a messy construction site.

The carcasses of disemboweled swamp animals were casually piled on one side to feed the three overly large mutant direwolves, and the lack of hygiene on the part of those three animals made the smell of the place nauseating.

The various instruments on the lab bench next to him were even more haphazardly placed without any rules and regulations, even though Murphy was only a halfway decent Summoner and was not too familiar with the Alchemist’s rituals, he was able to tell that there were at least seven errors in the placement of the things here based on what he had learned from his own experience in Trice’s lab.

“This asshole warlock doesn’t even wash the used beakers, isn’t he afraid of blowing himself up doing his own experiments?”

Murphy spat in his heart.

Because of the help of Hogg’s vision, his spitting in his mind was also perceived by the nervous Hogg, leaving Chief Bloodclaw momentarily stunned.

Good fellow!
So it turned out that his inability to see the function of these mysterious implements was not because of how powerful they really were, but purely just because they were misplaced?
“No, you can’t see it because you really can’t see it, and it has nothing to do with people’s wrong experimental steps.”

Murphy corrected:
“This is a mistake that requires extremely high attainment in psychic rituals to spot, and you have a lot more to learn, Hoggle.

You might want to try becoming a Jackal hunting priest, I’ve heard that the profession is highly regarded among the Jackals, and Ken Potter is a hunting priest.

If you want to climb the ladder of Jackal society, you’ll have to learn to use every opportunity to change your image.
We can talk about all this later, so calm your breath!
Here comes the meat tearing!”

The Vampire Lord’s reminder was just right, causing the distracted Hogg to immediately react.

When it raised its head it was just in time to see a Jackal Warlock wearing Clan style vestments limping out of the inner room.

It was a very old Jackalwolf.

This was evident from its hobbling gait and its frail, aged face, the mane on its neck was all white and even showing patches of hair loss, it looked like a mangy dog.

However, the passage of time had imbued this aged jackal with an indescribable aura.

It was wrapped in a gloomy and ominous aura, like a snake hiding in the shadows, surveying the world outside the cave with its own vicious eyes.

The eyes that were hidden under the hood met Hogg’s eyes, causing the Bloodclaw Chief to immediately lower his head in fear, afraid of being seen by those sharp eyes to see his heart’s weakness and the secrets hidden deep in his soul.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s just a Silver ranked Plague Warlock, it can’t see through the abnormalities on your body.” Murphy reminded:
“But if you continue to maintain this state of having a ghost in your heart, it’s not certain what will happen next, you’re here to report.

You’re Kenport’s beloved!

Show some class.”

“I come to report, my lord! I am a beloved of King Kenport the Great.”

Hogg blurted out what Murphy had told it in his nervousness, causing the old jackal warlock in front of him, who was sizing it up with a strange bone staff, to freeze.

It then let out a hoarse and vicious and contemptuous laugh.

It chortled:

“Lies! Kenport wouldn’t consider a crippled pariah as its beloved, that guy’s stupid obsession with pure bloodline was even far above the power and ambition it was chasing.

He’s a pure-blooded jackal born in the Mossy Valley, and he even dared to talk down to me when we first met, so how could he look up to you?”

“But it is true, my lord.”

Hogg said stiffly:
“Perhaps it has something to do with my unique experience, I was a prisoner in the vampire gladiator arena for a time later escaped with my people to take advantage of the chaos, it was I who informed the High King of Kenport of the secret passage into the vampire city, but the High King of Kenport trusted the wrong ‘friend’!
It was sold by the Wolfsbane Vampires!

Those cunning bastards used us in an attempt to seize control of the Scarlet Fortress.

It was also those midnight sons of bitches who revealed Great King Kenport’s exact location to the vampires of the Blood Vulture Clan, leading to the Great King’s defeat and death.

Before it died, it demanded that I must relay its message and its regrets to the one person it trusted most, namely you, Lord Torn Flesh.”

“Trust . Heh, I never knew that word could also come out of the mouth of that fool Kenport.”

The old jackal obviously didn’t believe Hogg’s words so easily, and it looked up and down at the skinny jackal chief whose eyes were cunning to the point of overkill, and asked after a few seconds:
“You say you are Kenpot’s beloved? Where is the proof?”

Hogg’s heart tightened and he was about to make up some nonsense but heard Murphy say to it:

“Kenpot has two daggers and a bone weapon offering, the materials come from the relics of the bloodthirsty hyenas he grew up with, and it was the jackal warlock in front of me who helped him make those things.

Kenport’s ability to become the governor of the Bite Bone Clan also has something to do with Torn Flesh’s secret support!

My guess is that Kenpot is the ‘puppet’ that this warlock chose in the Bite Bone Clan, they are not the ‘nobles’ in the Mossy Valley, and they want to elevate their status through this kind of harnessing of ‘nobility ‘ way.

Tell that to it with a little bit of your mind shift.

Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t matter if you’re wrong, the fact that you can tell it these things that the next person doesn’t know is proof enough of your closeness to Kenport.”

“Uh-huh.”

Hogg’s heart leapt with joy.

With the support of Lord Murphy’s intelligence it became more and more confident, so after feigning hesitation it opened its mouth and told it what Murphy had just told it.

The old jackal in front of him didn’t make any comment, it just stared expressionlessly at Hogg when he finished speaking before dispersing that grim aura and sighing:

“You are indeed a cunning person, actually able to see those deeper meanings that even Kenport could not understand, yes, it is our Plague Clan’s chosen Governor in the Mossy Valley!
I had pinned my hopes on Kenport to make a name for himself in the Bone Biting Clan so that even our fringe clan could have its chickens come home to roost.

But that stupid bastard didn’t follow the plan I gave it at all after entering Transylvania.

It was just!

It’s better for such an uncontrollable fool to die, so that it doesn’t drag us into a worse situation later. You have finished with the information you wanted to communicate, Hogg, you may leave.”

“No, Lord Torn Flesh.”

How could Hogg let go of this good opportunity, it stepped forward and wailed before saying in a sincere tone:

“Great King Kenpot is dead, Transylvania has changed the sky, and those blood vulture dog pups have been attacking my poor clan in the smuggler’s woodland.

They even destroyed the skeleton army you sent out, look! This!”

It took the Command Knuckle Staff off of its own belt and showed the old jackal tearing the flesh, and reworded what had happened in the Smuggler’s Woodlands earlier, it said:

“They routed the necromancers you sent, and it was my warriors and I who seized the staff in the confusion, and it was it that guided me here.

My lord, I will not hide from you that my clan has been brought to its knees by the defeat of Kenport.

We need support now .”

“What does your death or survival have to do with me?”

Torn Flesh said unmoved:
“The Plague Clan has its own mission, and we are busy.”

“We can keep the Transylvanian vampires from stepping into the swamp for you!”

Hogg exclaimed:
“They are ready to do that! You don’t know that, do you? Murphy, the head vampire of Transylvania, has already sent his men to build a position outside the swamp.

They want to defend against the Black Plague, and if they rush in and discover your presence, whatever mission you have will be disturbed!
Those people are insane! Otherwise Ken Porter wouldn’t have died in vain!

They dared to unleash their horrible psychic powers on their own lands, and they would have no qualms about using those dangerous powers in the swamp!

Lord Torn Flesh, helping us is helping you!
We can hold them off!

All it takes is ten of these knuckledusters, just ten elite skeleton armies .
I’ve seen it out there, you have an endless supply of corpses to make soldiers, just give me a little and I’ll spare you the worry.

I’m a jackal, my lord!

My name is still on the Blood Rats’ most wanted list, and my brain is worth 250 Transylvanian gold coins, which is enough to get the bounty hunters of all of Transylvania moving.

They won’t leave me alone, and you can trust me and my clan completely.”

“Hmm interesting.”

Torn Flesh narrowed his eyes to survey the Hogg in front of him once more, the subtle look gave the Hogg a momentary pause, but then it heard Torn Flesh sigh and say:

“Our people are savage and aggressive, intelligence is a rarity for them, and a jackal who can enact cunning to the extent you have is even rarer.

If Kenport had half your brains, I wouldn’t have to worry about its end.

Well, well, you’ve convinced me, go find my apprentice Crippleclaw in the Tectonic Tower and he’ll give you more knuckle staffs.”

“Thank you, Lord Torn Flesh!”

Hogg wagged his tail with great excitement, but then with a twinkle in his eye, he thought of what Lord Murphy had just said about the “status of jackals”, and boldly asked as Torn Meat turned to leave:
“My lord, I won’t hide it from you, before he died, King Kenpot promised me, he said that I was very smart and suitable to become a priest serving the Lord of the Hunt.”

“You?”

Torn Flesh wore a rather odd expression for a jackal as it glanced back at Hogg and shook its head:
“You are far from it! Your strength is weak, your body is fragile, a Seat Wolf can easily topple you and eat you, and you can’t even pass the first test of the hunting priests.

Kenport must have just given you an irresponsible lure to get you to put your mind to something.

BUT. Well, if you ever get the chance to enter the Dark Mountains in the future, remember to bring a goatman priest’s intact heart to the Plague Clan’s den, and my students will help you complete your transfer to Hunt Priest.

It is you alone who must complete that dangerous hunt, no one else.”

Speaking of this, the Flesh Tearing Warlock let out a long sigh as it waved its hand with some interest and said:

“Go, go and try, see if the Lord of the Hunt will bless you, perhaps, our Lord of the Hunt does need a little bit of service from the Wisdom as well.”

(End of chapter)