410.Chapter 408 407 As long as morality is willing to slide, there is always a better way than being trapped.
Chapter 408 407. as long as morality is willing to slide, there are always more solutions than difficulties
Murphy would be confused.
He was in the middle of fencing with Necessary Evil, when the character card in front of him suddenly popped up a “Human Subspecies – Mountain People Template Information Acquisition Level +50 Reminder”, which almost caused him to slash his sword crookedly and be killed by Necessary Evil, who was hacking at him in the same direction.
However, fortunately, Lord Murphy is already a true master of the sword, a light shadowy pace to dodge and catch a wolf’s kiss sword art of the beast counter-sword potential to repel the necessary evil, which did not leave an ugly scar on his neck.
“Stop!”
He reached out and gestured to the leaping Necessary Evil.
The Magic Sword immediately hovered in the air, a little deaf and blind man who couldn’t speak, but it was obvious that the guy wasn’t done yet.
Speaking of which, when Murphy first asked the Necessary Evil to practice with him, this character is obviously reluctant to do so, perhaps in its view, bullying Murphy’s little chicken has no sense of accomplishment to speak of.
However, along with the vampire lord’s level of swordsmanship getting higher and higher, and even already appeared self-understanding, Necessary Evil also found a new “fun” from the daily practice.
Hey, this kind of fencing is only fun if you play with people of similar level, after all, who would bully a weakling when he’s a real man?
After all, who’s a real man to bully the weak?
Murphy sheathed his staff sword “Beastly Deep”, which he had already been using very smoothly, and then checked the prompt in the same place.
Ever since he unlocked the function of collecting racial templates, he had never been able to figure out how to do it, and it wasn’t until this hint appeared that Murphy seemed to have learned how to properly collect the template information of various races.
He carefully read the text description and realized that it was Stick and the others who had acquired Avalon’s Blessing of War to become Descendants of the Mountain Folk after they had successfully transferred to Winged Cavalry that had brought him the prompt to collect racial information.
In other words, as long as one’s players enthusiastically came into contact with the foreign races, one’s collection of this information template would be able to advance automatically?
“Hiss, interesting.”
Murphy rubbed his chin.
He sensed he might be able to try something he’d been wanting to try before.
So he beckoned, letting the Necessary Evil hang obediently at his waist, and with his hands behind his back he crossed the quadruple step slowly to Tris’s office, knocked on the door and got permission to walk in.
Unsurprisingly, Tris, the “big house girl”, was again cowering in a chair covered with a blanket holding an arithmetic bead and giggling.
Murphy went over to take a look and found that Tris was checking the “Entertainment” section of the forum to see the comedy show uploaded to it by a certain gluttonous party, and the tongue-blooming lotus flower with the weird accent of the Tsukimoto doorway strips made Tris smile for a while and then for a while.
“You can do it, you can understand the art of comedy?”
Murphy teased:
“You really are becoming more and more of an otherworldly person, my dear Archduke Tris.”
“Ch, don’t come and disturb my rest if you have nothing to do.”
Tris rolled her eyes, skillfully pausing the playback and twisting her head to look at Murphy again, saying very impatiently:
“What’s the matter?”
“Uh, business.”
Murphy reached out his hand to help Tris straighten her hair, which was a bit disheveled because she had been “staying up all day” doing experiments, and he said softly:
“Regarding that project you’ve been trying out, the possibility of having my warriors make modifications to the appearance of their psychic projections, you’ve also noticed that many voices on the forums are currently urging the development team to open up the ‘pinch face’ function as soon as possible.
It is clear that my warriors do not intend to begin their grand adventure in Transylvania as humans, and they wish to experiment with more possibilities.”
“Makes no sense.”
Tris grunted, wrapping the blanket around her and shrinking herself into a ball as she bristled:
“It’s not difficult to modify just the shape, however their projections inherently follow a complex logical arrangement, let me give you an example. You can mold your warriors into moon elves, but their ‘racial gifts’ are still human!
This kind of modification that can only be done on the surface is just a handful for me.
But if your warriors really want to start adventuring with other identities, then we have a lot of work to do in that regard yet.”
“Hmm.”
Murphy nodded.
He glanced at the rows of racial information on his racial template collection screen, and finally stopped at the Shadow Elf’s column.
Because of Adele being his heir, it resulted in the Shadow Elf column’s value currently being the highest at 30%, and Murphy felt that if he could get some help from Adele, this value could probably be raised to a higher level.
It would be better to reach 50%.
In this way, when Tris started the “race conversion” experiment, the success rate of assisting her would be half and half, once 50%, a few more tries would be 200%.
Simple elementary school math, right?
“Let’s give it a try.”
Murphy said to Tris:
“I’ll try to get some information about the Shadow Elf bloodline from Adele, I don’t know how to do it yet, but I’ll try. Adele will cooperate with me as well, I’ll let you know when I’m ready on my end.”
“Oh?”
Tris’ expression immediately turned subtle.
Her bewitching eyes blinked and she said to Murphy in a long drawn out voice:
“So, you evil vampire little dudes are finally going to lay your hands on poor E-sister? I think it’s impossible for you not to know that because of the bloodline contract, Adele’s feelings for you are extraordinary.
Although she doesn’t show it.
But with reference to your little guy’s previous reliance on me, you can tell that as long as you give the order, Adele will definitely fulfill all your needs with a pleasurable serving mood.”
“Don’t say it in such a nasty way! I’m not that kind of person.”
Murphy shook his head and explained:
“I’ve already given the source blood to Adele.”
“But she didn’t use it, did she?”
Tris grunted and turned back on the playback of the arithmetic jewel, watching the delightful performance as she did so:
“I’ll admit that this forced affection isn’t nice or even distasteful, but if it’s Adele’s own choice, then I think it’s unfair to her that you’ve been pretending so much that you didn’t notice.
You know, unanswered calls can evolve into something quite horrific, not to mention the fact that we’re vampires, and we endure the lure of the abyss every now and then.
You don’t want Adele to degenerate into a monster, you need to find a way to fix that.
Either force her to drink the source blood, or answer her expectations!
There is no third option.”
“Headache!”
Murphy rubbed his eyes as he asked:
“How do the other vampire honchos deal with this kind of problem? Like Salokdar and you, for example.”
“It is simply impossible for other vampire scions to develop such delicate feelings for their venerable elders, with the exception of certain experience perverts who love pain and suffering and go crazy chasing after it, Murphy, you still don’t understand the difference between you and a normal vampire.”
Tris said with a sigh:
“What vampire honcho would be as gentle with his heir as you are? You’re so gentle that you even charge so little for such necessary exploitation as collecting a blood tax. Do you know what other vampires would do?
When Adele makes a contract with them, at least a third of the power belonging to her will be taken away, and that level of exploitation is already considered ‘merciful’ in our society.
Salokdar treated me in a way you can’t imagine, Murphy, and there was a time when I felt like I was really living like a slave suffering in the shadows.
However, have you ever ordered Maxim or Adele to do something they didn’t want to do?
From the perspective of an orthodox vampire, your management of your heirs is indulgent.
You have not even used a whip on them, which has led to both heirs, including Maxim, treating you with what could be called ‘rudeness’, or at least in the eyes of the other vampires they lack the necessary respect.
Tsk, tsk, too gentle.
I’m guessing that Adele’s feelings for you are growing in secret in addition to the enforced allure of the bloodline contract, but there’s also this element of gentleness on your part at work.
You know she was rarely treated so gently in the first half of her life.
The same goes for Maxim.
It’s just that Mark sees loyalty as the ultimate honor and Adele wants more than loyalty”
At that, Tris glanced at Murphy as she whispered:
“If you don’t know what to do, I urge you to treat her as I have treated you, I don’t really resist sharing the same lover with another vampire, our race has always seen eye to eye on that.
That’s why so many vampires are able to ‘play’ with both Shadow Elves.
Of course, that sharing assumes that she will be able to put me at ease and command my respect.” “I refuse!”
Murphy said, shaking his head:
“I don’t have so many feelings that I can split them between two people and still have peace of mind.”
“It’s not something that is subject to your personal will, Murphy.”
Tris said, shaking her head:
“You’re just a vampire neophyte and you’re still seeing it all through a human lens, but when you live to be 100 years old and still youthful, you’ll realize that human moral constraints mean nothing to you.
And when you reach your 200th birthday, the midnight loneliness that stems from your heart will drive you to seek out those spiritual forces that will sustain you through eternity.
And when you’re 300, when you’re all alone in the world, you’ll realize that of all the things you need to sustain your existence in eternal damnation, feelings . . are just the cheapest kind.
When you’re 400, you believe me!
At that point, you’ll be glad you have not only me but Adele with you.
Two souls are enough to get you through the first 500 years of eternity, and by the time you’re 600, you’ll realize that two just doesn’t seem like enough.
Murph, time is never kind to anyone.
It punishes us immortal species in a very different way than it punishes mankind, yet punishment is punishment, and you don’t want to turn into an inhuman rock under the relentless wash of time, you’ve got to learn to have a little fun with yourself every now and then.
Sometimes a little indulgence isn’t a bad thing.”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever met a crazy person who would actively persuade their husband to find another woman.”
Murphy spat:
“Why do I feel like you’re handing over the aftermath? Are you afraid that I’ll go crazy after your sudden departure, and that’s why you’re arranging for me and Adele in advance?”
He narrowed his eyes and crouched down in front of Tris, looking into those somewhat evasive demonic eyes, he said seriously:
“Tris, I’ll ask you one more time, is there something you’re hiding from me?”
“No, at least not right now.”
Tris whispered:
“Murph, each of us is haunted by our pasts, and I promise you that when I need to tell you those, I won’t hold anything back. But you have enough trouble to think about. So let me do my honorable duty and not add more stress to you.
I am the Scarlet Witch, and I can handle my own troubles.
You take care of Adele!
This is an order and a protection.”
“Uh-huh.”
Murphy nodded.
From his expression, though, it was clear that he didn’t subscribe to Tris’s damned theory of eternal time and lonely companionship.
All told, he was a very conservative man.
Soon enough, though, Murphy noticed something odd as he reached out and took hold of the blanket Tris had wrapped around her body and whispered:
“Why do you keep it covered? Is it because you feel cold . It shouldn’t be, how could a vampire .”
He uncovered the blanket, froze for a moment, then quickly re-covered it.
At Tris’s flirtatious laughter, Murphy took a step back, coughed, and said:
“You’re in the office! What kind of conditions are these, you crazy witch? Why are you still sleeping naked?”
“Crap! You don’t even look at what time it is?”
Tris said as she rolled her cute white eyes and stretched her body:
“I’m a normal vampire, I have to sleep during the day otherwise I’ll grow wrinkles okay, who’s a weirdo like you who doesn’t sleep during the day
Go go go, don’t bother me, my research is almost done.
We’ll celebrate then.”
“Uh, I suddenly think it would be a good idea to try daytime hibernation once in a while.”
Murphy squeezed his eyes and slipped his jacket off, huddling with Tris again as she watched in disgust.
He cradled the cold, perfect body in his arms but didn’t move any further, allowing Tris to curl up in his arms and nuzzle his neck as she quickly drifted off to sleep.
The moment Tris’s snoring sounded, Murphy narrowed his eyes and with a flick of his fingers, his psychic hand shaped and quietly pulled open Tris’s drawer under his manipulation.
He wanted to see what Tris was hiding, but before the psychic hand could make any further moves, Tris’s hand rested on Murphy’s wrist.
The newly formed psychic hand quietly dissipated as the Psychic Master’s Silence spell was applied.
“Murphy.”
Tris whispered in Murphy’s ear in her sleep:
“Only good children are rewarded.”
Murphy is silent for a moment.
He reached down and hugged Tris’s torso tighter to him, and then lowered his head to kiss the Blood Vulture Archduke on his white forehead as he said:
“Sleep, I’m here, and I won’t let anyone else hurt you again, ever, not even some damn evil god.”
Tris’s body shook.
She had finally confirmed that Murphy had known about the troubles that she had tried to hide that concerned her, but she didn’t want to ask about them at this moment.
She just wanted to lie down and get a good night’s sleep.
To hell with Dusk and the Source, the so-called path to the gods they promised no longer held any appeal to her.
Everything she wanted for the rest of her life was right here-
“Crap! After all this, you guys still say this has nothing to do with you?”
By the middle of that afternoon, Happy Stick, his brothers, and Brother Fu all arrived in the temporary quarters of the Big Bird Turning Troupe, and heard the truth of the matter from Brother Woo Meow.
Righteous to the point of being somewhat innocent, Brother Little Rich jumped to his feet in some anger and chided:
“Even if there really is something awesome in that mausoleum, the brothers don’t need to do this kind of thing! Doing this kind of thing is going to mess up the wrath of heaven!”
“Aiya, don’t be so anxious, I’ve said it all, this really has nothing to do with us.”
Brother Woo Meow waved his hand in persuasion:
“We did have this terrible plan in the first place, but after discussing it with Ms. Dorothy, an ‘industry veteran’, she firmly told us that it wouldn’t be possible to do it because the mountain people also have eyes and ears in the local area, and with the current situation of Scarlet Fortress, it was impossible to hide it, so the few of us also put out our minds and never thought about this aspect again. Therefore, we all put it out of our minds and never thought about it again.
However, we didn’t know that after the cunning boss of the Blood Rat Gang advised us not to do it, they themselves went to do it.
The guy who caused all this trouble said that he just got drunk and had a discussion in the tavern, and as a result, the news of the ‘good stuff in the mausoleum of Earl Sicko and the collapse of the mausoleum’ was released, and then spread to the group of Yankee merchants who have been enjoying themselves in Treasure Bay lately, and attracted Yankee grave robbers again. ”
The small hand of the old cousin with the obscure face beside him also spat:
“We admit we came up with the unlucky idea first, but what happened after that really had nothing to do with us, and Mrs. Dorothy had already pulled out the fellow’s tongue and banished him to the pit.
But the point is that now the big mistake has been made.
You see, now that all of us brothers are carrying the negative status of ‘Avalon’s Rebuke’, it’s clear that Boss Avalon feels that things have come to this point because of our initial bad idea.
In short, we must hurry up and take down that group of bold grave robbers, or else this status-reducing divine punishment will get worse and worse.
The full attributes were now reduced by 10%!
Boss Avalon really doesn’t have any sand in his eyes.”
“You guys deserve it!”
Rod spat as he sat cross-legged next to him:
“Let’s just say that the move you guys made earlier when you talked to Ms. Dorothy about putting the word out in the tavern was intentional? Or was it accidental?”
The more honest Sanwodou and Ringsong looked at each other for a moment, lowered their heads in shame, and whispered:
“Deliberately careless, but things have developed like this is really something no one wants to see, hell these NPCs still really dare to do it! Let’s not talk about this now, Smoke Sang has already locked in on the whereabouts of that group of grave robbers.
They were hiding in the nearby mountains, and were planning to cross over to Batasin City disguised as a Yankee caravan.
We also know that they’re from the Kavhoka region, members of a mafia family called ‘Snegov’, and should be specializing in this line of work, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to deal with those mechanisms in the Count’s tomb.”
Brother Woo Meow nodded and said:
“That’s right, I also specifically consulted the ‘professionals’, and Tooth told me that those organs could never be handled by ordinary people overnight. This group of people obviously came prepared! It’s possible that they had already set their eyes on Count Xike’s mausoleum and then took the opportunity to strike and let us take the blame.
They’re fucking thieves!
I’ll kill them tonight in the name of the Avalon Boss! Execute that natural righteous judgment!”
(End of chapter)