Chapter 4 4 Chosen young and old, go forth and work wonders

Chapter 4 4. Chosen young and old, go forth and work wonders
Murphy breezes through the city where rationing is practiced, finds the underground black market and makes some purchases, spending a large amount of the money he got for nothing on hand and buying a bunch of stuff to bring back to the manor.

The reason he didn’t leave the money to Tris was simple.

The guy would have taken it all to buy booze and then fought hunger in a drunken stupor on the vampire’s extra-long standby time, and she was proud to have said that she’d been that way for a good sixty years.

Murphy doubted that was the primary reason why Tris was so very weak.

A nice, pretty baby girl who ended up starving herself silly.

At this time, Tris was still resting upstairs, Murphy didn’t disturb this patient, and put the cut bread and some canned goods into the creaking mechanical refrigerator.

If Murphy remembers correctly, he is in front of this stupid black thick thing nicknamed “steam 800”. It is said to have been invented by the mechanic of Chardo Halfling in the year 800 of the Era, and it is a unique creation of the “Steam Mechanical” in this world.

To be honest, Murphy could understand the principle of using steam to heat up food, but what exactly is the method of using steam to cool?

Of course, now is not a good time to think deeply about otherworldly fantasy physics, and then stir his brain into a pot of porridge.

The unlucky vampire filled his traveling bag with enough food for three days and a few odds and ends, and wrote down on a slip of paper how to make a little concoction of a dish he had made, with steps so detailed that he was sure to be able to get it right as long as Tris didn’t drink herself silly.

Finally he fumbled with his battered pocket watch to check the time.

It was nearing dusk, and it was time to set out on his own.

Behind Murphy was the room where the windows were covered resulting in a dimness, and instead of twisting on the gas lamp, which was older than he was, he walked slowly out into the dimness of the place where he had lived for the month of January.

The vampires’ concept of punctuality was on display at this point.

As Murphy reached the door a black carriage pulled out of the alley across the street and stopped in front of the manor as the horse bell rang.

It is not a luxurious thing, it is just an ordinary four-wheeled carriage used for businessmen, and in the carriage shed there are eight stagnant and skinny blood servants, which makes Murphy frown for a while.

This is probably more appropriately called “blood slaves”.

At a glance is to be raised in captivity for a long time to pump blood to pump stupid kind of seriously ill, not to mention to go to war to carry out the task, can survive until tomorrow morning when not to die in front of Murphy are considered a great success.

The driver of the car is a quite sturdy but with a hood to cover his face, is that “kind” patriarch’s personal guards support to Murphy’s all the people in the only can still see the eyes.

Healthy, tall, and full of security at a glance.

When he saw Murphy, the guy immediately took the initiative to greet him and said:

“Greetings to you, Mr. Murphy, we are the servants sent by Lord Jed to support you, the armor and weapons you need have already been placed in the carport, can we depart now?”

“So that His Excellency the proctor’s name is Jed.”

Murphy made a mental note of this name.

Although it is probable that the person gave him this “help” out of pity for him, but help is help, although he is down and out, he does not owe favors.

If you can come back, then this help must find a way to return.

He nodded to the driver, but didn’t sit in the cramped carport, instead, he took out the bag containing his armor and weapons.

Finally, he sat down in the seat beside the cart-driver.

It had a good enough view and was ventilated, so he could be the first to get his feet wet in a real danger.

“Let’s go.”

Murphy pulled up his hood to cover his cheeks and spoke to the coachman, but the latter did not raise his horsewhip, but whispered:
“My lord, your honor is there!”

“Hm?”

Murphy twisted his head in surprise, and saw that Tris, who had been resting just a moment ago, would be wearing a red cloak and was standing barefoot at the garden edge of the dilapidated courtyard, looking at him wordlessly as if she was bidding farewell to a traveler.

“Wait a moment.”

Murphy said to the driver, jumped out of the car and walked quickly to Trish’s side, he frowned and said:
“Why don’t you wear shoes when you come out?”

“So, is that the last thing you wanted to say to me before you left? Little Murph.”

Tris ruffled her long hair and rolled her eyes.

Shaking her head, she reached out to help Murphy fit the hood to the mask on his face into place, and in the process of that fitting, Tris looked at him with a rather serious look in her eyes, something in those scarlet eyes pulsing with a light that felt foreign to Murphy.

She tapped Murphy on the heart and whispered:
“Go away and don’t come back! Take this opportunity to leave Cadman City and get out of the Blood Vulture’s territory completely!

It doesn’t matter if you go to the Nordtorf Kingdom in the north to join the Thorn Clan, or go south across the Dark Mountains to the Misty Coast to join the Blood Fear Fleet, or even to look for the Blood Alliance Knights who are cruising around the Dark Mountains.

Wherever you go, it’s much better than staying here! Of course remember to avoid the thugs and punks of Clan Wolfsbane.

When you get over there find the patriarchs or elders of those clans and report my name.

I’m only going to say it once!
My full name is Tris Cavendina Ka Lorraine Le Sombra.

Although I’m just an unattended and forgotten waste in Cadman City and declared dead to the public, I’m still somewhat famous in other clans, and if those old men and women from my era aren’t dead yet, then they’ll take you in.

Little Murphy, listen to me carefully!
The Blood Vulture Clan is hopeless.

We’ve broken the Code of Shunning, which has been the rule for all Bloods since the Sacred Blood Parade, we’ve stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight, and we’ve started a civilization-versus-kingdom confrontation so big that even the most tolerant of the Blood League Knights won’t care about us any more.

And that’s just the least of our sins.

Come on, Murph.

Ignore the order that simply just told you to die.”

These words were not at all like those that could be uttered by the wastrel king who had been drunk all day, and they did surprise Murphy’s mind as he looked at Tris in consternation.

The latter shook her head to signal him not to say anything else, and then turned away again without any hesitation.

Not giving Murphy any chance to pursue the question.

Murphy, on the other hand, savored these exhortations.

He watched Tris return to the main house, then turned back to the carriage and soon disappeared into the sluggish streets of the evening with the ringing of the horse’s bell.

He could feel eyes watching behind him.

He knew that Tris must have watched him leave from the balcony, and at this moment a wave of reluctance actually rose in Murphy’s heart.

Although only lived here for a month, but this experience is really quite fresh in his mind, after all, in the other world he has lived for more than thirty years when did he ever suffer from this kind of foreign sin ah?
But the reluctance was real.

Ms. Tris was really quite a unique person, and this final warning seemed to have cast more of a mysterious tinge over her, making Murphy think about it. Still. Go?
What a joke!
He wasn’t going to leave so gray!
Even if he had to escape, he would have to bring Tris along with him, although he was down and out in the other world, Murphy did not owe favors!

At this moment, on the balcony of the main house, standing in the shadows in the evening light, Tris narrowed her demonic eyes, and her pale fingers wrapped in a handkerchief clenched into fists under the cover of her cloak.

With only one person left in the crumbling courtyard, she whispered through clenched teeth:

“Was it really necessary to go to this extent? Sarokdar! It wasn’t enough to almost kill the boy by deliberately giving him the wrong summoning ritual? It was actually necessary to send him to his death after he had regained a life.

You really don’t allow me to have anyone close to me, do you? The dirty old dog was afraid I’d reveal your dirty secret.

But you’ve already broken the taboo!
I’m not going anywhere, Salokhtar. I’m staying here! I’ll stay in the kennel where you keep me captive, and I’ll watch you and your family fall.

Heh. It won’t be too far.”

When Murphy’s carriage disappeared into Tris’s dark perception, she turned around and dragged her coughing body back to the dimly lit room, and saw the paper Murphy had left on the table and the detailed step-by-step “cooking instructions” on it.

The strange font made Tris shake her head.

She remembered that when she had picked up the boy on a snowy night more than a year ago, his handwriting hadn’t been this difficult to read.

Alas, a good handsome boy child, hard to scourge himself silly.

Cui Si ah Cui Si, you can really be a sinful woman.

She laughed to herself as she opened the rattling steam refrigerator and saw the bread and half-finished dishes filled inside; the boy had most likely bought so much food because he was afraid she would starve herself to death.

The boring and warm worry made Tris roll her eyes again, but the next instant an indescribably intense feeling of loneliness enveloped her.

She could have lived with that!

Acting as withdrawn and maniacal as she had for the last hundred years or so.

She really could have!
She was firm enough and not a five hundred year old coward!

She could do all of this, provided that it hadn’t been for this year or so of clinging to each other .
“Alas, in the end, it turned out to be all alone.”

A long sigh.

Fading into the shadows.
—
While Murphy was leaving Cadman City in a wagon with eight walking dead, starched and dead, the same “adventure” was taking place in another world.

Five conjugated fathers and sons in a college dormitory are gathered around watching Pigeonball squeeze a screwdriver to remove the black, somewhat high-tech, round helmet in front of him.

Pigeon Bao” is “Big Pigeon”, one of the two young players who have just participated in the first round of testing of the game “Real Other World”.

That’s right!

That’s the short, nasty guy who tried to drop his pants in front of Murphy and was stopped.

“Shit, how does this go down?”

The senior student who had reached the status of “housemaster” at such a young age and had an unlimited future looked at the screwdriver in his hand, and then glanced at the “game helmet” in his other hand.

He said:

“There’s not even a screw hole, do we really have to crack this thing open with a stick?”

“Che, if you can’t take it apart, don’t put it back together!”

The six brothers in the dormitory had lived together for four years, so how could they not see what Pigeon Treasure was really thinking as they teased:

“It’s not easy to get the mood of a thing that just looks awesome everyone understands, good son, you play with a motorcycle helmet dads have no problem, just don’t blow up again you played a real to life game on it.

We all filled out that weird playtest application at the same time, right?
Why are you the only one who got this thing?”

The fat kid with the glasses grunted as he pushed them up in a roller-washer-like gesture and said in a see-through tone:
“So, this is your own prank, right? I told you that the application interface was so crude… You really have that mature virtual reality technology, but you can’t even make a webpage?”

“Fuck! What I said is true!”

Pigeon Treasure was ridiculed repeatedly for a while and was a bit tense, he hugged his beloved black game helmet in his arms and shouted:
“If this is fake, I’ll be pouted by you guys tonight without saying a word!”

“???”

The other five brothers stared wide-eyed, then tacitly and simultaneously took a step back away from the angry Pigeon Treasure, and another brother whispered somewhat fearfully:
“Come on, Pigeon Treasure, everyone usually says pouting people and stuff as a joke, you mustn’t take it seriously. Of course, of course we don’t discriminate against sexual minorities.

You don’t wear your fall pants backwards, then we’re all still brothers.”

“Backwards!”

Sherpa grew angry with the dragon’s face, in the wild laughter of the rebellious sons grabbed the broomstick in hand and swung it up shouting to:

“I’ll kill you bastards!”

“Dormitory 2149! There’s a delivery for you! Come down and get it!”

Pigeon Bao has not finished sending upside down, his cell phone rang, open a listen is the voice of the courier boy, over there is still flirting and said:

“Now the famous university students buy motorcycle helmets also group purchase? Buy five at a time is what discount?”

“Hey! Hit!”

Pigeon Bowl instantly grinned, hung up the phone in a flirtatious manner, and directed his good sons to go down and pick up the delivery.

A few minutes later, the six brothers in the dormitory looked at the same style black helmet in their hands in unison, and the fat kid with glasses swallowed his saliva and touched the weird material helmet with frosted texture.

He whispered:

“Shit, playing for real ah this is, how I’m a little afraid of it? Pigeon Treasure, you honestly say, that game is really that awesome?”

“Nonsense, I tried, I just say one thing, that game can take off pants! How awesome do you think it is?”

“666, let’s go up and try it out, let’s see if we can guide it in the game.”

“Fuck, there are perverts here! Someone make a quick call to call the police uncle!”

“Alas, alas, alas, alas, alas, not right ah, this inside how to show ‘test time to be determined’ it? There’s no forum or anything? And this thing doesn’t have a label or anything.”

“There is! Inside the helmet, look carefully, people called ‘Alpha’ company, you do not say, this name and icon are quite foreign.”

At the same time when the dormitory buddies were in a commotion, in another city thousands of miles away from the same country, two middle-aged men who were drunk in a spacious office stared wide-eyed at the black helmet that had just been unpacked from the delivery box in front of them.

The two men looked at each other wide-eyed.

“That webpage with the weird domain name? It’s the one Old Yang forwarded over the other day for that test game? Isn’t that page 404?”

A person touched his helmet and asked, while another person tilted his head and dried a cup, waving his hand with a face full of bad luck and said:

“tube it, can play on play, can not play pull down, MD, fight half a lifetime of the factory just so hand over is really not happy, I am rich, but just not happy!

I’m rich, but I don’t like it!
The rest of his life will be pointing to eat and wait for death to live.

Just listened to the old Yang called to say that he went in to try, said the game can be awesome let us go up to add his friends, called what meow what, but also said that the game is the same as the real thing.

It would be better if it was real.
What are you doing here, raising fish?

Come on.

First, I’ll punish myself with a drink, and then we’ll go one more time.”

On the other side of the ocean, in a certain international student’s apartment, the long-haired young lady who had just finished her dissertation and was tired to death rubbed her head and looked blankly at the black helmet that had been unpacked from the box in front of her.

She rubbed her eyes and wailed sadly to:
“Did I just buy something weird again? This month’s allowance is almost spent, how can I continue like this Huh, this thing still glows?
Bring quite comfortable yo, looks like a customized model.

But in the end there is no one to tell me, what the hell is this ah?”

(End of chapter)