462.Chapter 460 459 Insufficient Firepower? Don’t you think it’s a coincidence
Chapter 460 459. insufficient firepower? Wouldn’t you say it’s a coincidence that the little tube specializes in this kind of disease!
In the middle of the night can not sleep out to walk “Murphy boss” is really did not think that they can actually have such an unexpected harvest, in the first hand to see the family that even a big bolt are not good at building the arsenal actually came up with “Li Mei happy bomb” this outrageous thing, Murphy! The worry in his heart immediately reduced by half.
Although the large-scale use of white phosphorus bombs in conventional warfare this thing is more or less a bit anti-human and very animal, absolutely no wash.
But think of the good side.
First of all, Murphy does not intend to use this thing in the battlefield with humans, they want to use the thing to deal with jackals and skeleton army, the former is the enemy of civilization, the latter simply do not have a sense of pain, even if Murphy and his small players are really not a human being, they are not afraid of these two kinds of enemies to take the material to run to a certain “international tribunal” to apply for arbitration.
Secondly, he is a vampire, the other people on the continent simply do not regard him as a human being, so in terms of sophistry, Murphy needs to bear the pressure of “humanity” is much smaller.
And finally, isn’t there really no way around it?
If Murphy could pull out a fully loaded artillery and motorized army, he wouldn’t have to engage in this kind of life-damaging stuff, and there’s no way that a self-proclaimed “civilized” force would use this kind of weapon against unarmed civilians when they’re clearly in a position of superiority, is there?
What kind of animal would do such a thing?
This is beyond the depths of the vampires.
It was enough to make demons and devils stand shoulder-to-shoulder beside them and call them a bunch of evil sons of bitches who didn’t deserve to go to hell, and if the humanoids were doing it in the name of some “god”, it was a self-proclaimed statement that their god probably wasn’t serious either.
Anyway, after some not-so-difficult self-convincing, Lord Murphy, feeling that he had saved the poor soul’s bottom line, flew back to the Scarlet Fortress as fast as he could.
He didn’t return to his corridor office to catch up on his sleep, presumably because the incredible things he’d seen today had fully awakened his vampire night owl bloodline, which would be energized by walking in the night, and in a flash he was near the city cemetery.
Here “cemetery” is just an adjective, like a central city “XX mausoleum” subway station sign, is a description used to locate.
The plan of Scarlet Fortress had been perfected under the repeated adjustments made by Old Chen Tou and his three students, and such things as the cemetery definitely could not be placed in the core area of the city, and in their plan, this area was to become an “embassy area” reserved for the representatives of other powers in Transylvania.
And right now, there was a “foreign” power living here.
The Bow Knight, Lady Leonia, is writing a letter in her house.
At last she doesn’t have to live in a tent anymore!
Of course, for a vampire, living in a concrete house wasn’t exactly comfortable, even though the ash-beaters had given the house a full fireplace and elfin-style screens for the sake of “style”.
However, for the pioneers of the Blood League Knights who were about to leave for the filthy swamp, this house is no better than what they have to do with it.
According to Ms. Laneia’s plan, they would stay in the Filthy Swamp until the Transylvanian forces had completely opened the route between the local area and the Blood League Knights’ compound, and then they would be able to return to the headquarters.
The Bow Knight was very serious when he wrote the letter, and he didn’t know who he was writing to, in any case, after Murphy had even jumped in through the window, Lainnia still didn’t react, and even kept a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.
This outrageous performance made Murphy wide-eyed, and he couldn’t help but ease his footsteps to come over to look at it, and then he saw the beginning of the letter:
“From my friend Maxim, personally:”
“Swish.”
Before Murphy could see more, a sharp short sword with an elven style was placed against his neck from the bottom up.
If Leonia couldn’t detect his prying eyes at this distance, it either meant that Murphy’s Shadow Evasion Concealment had been practiced to the same level as Archduke Shani’s, or that the Bow Knight had been eating candy and eating stupid under the love attack.
At present, it seems that Leonia’s perception is still normal, she was just too immersed in writing a letter to her “scandalous boyfriend” to express her emotions.
“It is said that Governor Murphy is a first-class gentleman in Transylvania, however, I don’t know any gentleman who would peep at a letter written by a lady, your behavior tonight really makes your image in my heart greatly deducted.”
The Bow Knight looked at Murphy, who had his hands held high, with a look of death, and she said with great dissatisfaction:
“I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I guess I will have to use my hands to win me back a justice.”
“Of course I’ve come here on business.”
The Lord Viceroy shrugged, and with two fingers of his left hand he pinched the glistening, chilly blade and pressed it down.
But in the next instant, the sharp blade popped back up under Leonia’s control, continuing to rest against the throat and activating some sort of weapon artifact that caused the edges of its sharp blade to begin wrapping around the psychic edge.
Wow, that really pissed off the proud moon elf vampire.
“I’d like to ask you to contact His Holiness, Lord Paying, for me.”
Murphy said frankly:
“Regarding the formation of my army, there is a small matter that I need to ask the Venerable Lord to do, yes, I need to borrow his influence again.”
“But you clearly have the crystals in your hand to directly contact Venerable Lord Paying.”
The Bow Knight chided:
“Why did you even bother to come running to me, does it smell good to transfer a handful of information?”
“The main reason is that I made an appointment with the Venerable Lord last time, and I can’t directly disturb him without any major events, so I have to take a more formal process. Going through the procedures to make an appointment in advance, lest the venerable lord develop a small emotion towards my recklessness.”
Murphy explained in a somewhat drawn-out manner:
“Also, I really didn’t see what you wrote just now .”
“Shut up, His Excellency the Governor!”
Leonia lowered her short sword as she said with great dissatisfaction:
“Since this is an official matter, please state your request and I will forward it to the Order’s application process as a Vanguard Commander.”
“Well, it’s like this.”
People’s Laneia had opened her mouth to ask about the main matter, so Murphy couldn’t afford to linger on what he had just done, he talked about the matter of importing the Burning Gold, and as a result, Laneia rubbed her brow painfully and said:
“I know that you are very young and don’t know much about the Blood Alliance Knights, yet didn’t Lady Tris ever tell you?
Communication within the Order and the Dwarven races has always been handled by our Second Lord, Lady Heather Hoffman, who is herself a Gold Heavy Shielder of the Brass Dwarves, and the Blood League Shieldguards she commands are the toughest mobile fortresses on the battle lines of the Dark Mountains.
There is no need to contact the Exalted Lord for something like this, and he will not personally intervene just because of the interests of a party’s forces; the Exalted Lord cares for his reputation like a bird cares for its feathers.
Therefore, you only need to contact the Second Lord directly.
She is responsible for importing the Burning Gold supplies directly from Fort Brass for us in the Order’s daily operations, so if you can convince her, I don’t think this matter should be a big problem.”
“Wow, is this Second Lord so well-connected among the dwarves?”
Murphy exclaimed in admiration, but then said doubtfully:
“But the surname ‘Hoffman’ doesn’t seem to be a famous family among the dwarves, at least I haven’t heard of it.”
“It is true that they are not a traditional noble of the dwarves, however the ‘Emerald Mines’ owned by the Hoffman family is currently one of the most important gold-burning diggings of the Brass Dwarves, and Ms. Heather is the previous head of the Hoffman family.
She only joined the Order as a vampire due to a series of accidents during the Fourth Black Plague, but she is different from the other lords.
Perhaps it was because of the stubborn Dwarven bloodline that was influencing her, so that her connection to the family was not reversed just because of the change in her life form, and it was because of her connections that she was able to give the Order sufficient reserves of Burning Gold to allocate to it, and thus His Eminence has kind of looked the other way in this matter.”
Laneia explained:
“In addition, Ms. Heather is also the Chief Quartermaster of the Order, she will be in charge of the Order’s logistics and purchasing, and the mercenary and shrewdness that comes with her bloodline of Brass Dwarves allows her to complete this matter very skillfully and perfectly.
Therefore, as long as your price is right, Ms. Heather should not refuse to help.
The best thing is that the army of the Order currently placed on the fixed line of defense along the line of the Barren Mountains is precisely under the command of the Second Lord, so as long as you can open up the road to the Filthy Swamp, you will be able to contact the Second Lord very easily.”
“Uh-huh, that’s really a very important piece of information, thank you for the reminder, Leonia.”
Murphy nodded contentedly.
It was indeed very good news, and Leonia had been a great help, but the Governor soon realized another problem, and he rubbed his chin as he asked: “At first, when I heard His Excellency the First Lord Paranor describe the internal rules of the Order, saying that you cannot have fiefs, lovers and power, and that you must fulfill the mission of the Order throughout your life, I thought that your family was all a bunch of ascetics.
But as I learned more and more about you all, I gradually realized that my impression of you all had been slightly skewed.
The Third Lord’s debauchery and the Second Lord’s philistinism made me realize that your daily lives are actually quite interesting, but from Ms. Heather Hoffman’s story, I saw more of the Exalted Lord’s flexible bottom line in terms of internal rules”
“What are you getting at?”
Laneia said, hugging her arms:
“Are you pointing out the hypocrisy of His Holiness?”
“No, no, no, I’m happy to see that, because it means that the Venerable Lord will open his net to some special people for some special things. As long as he’s not a die-hard rule stickler, it means we can bargain with the Venerable Lord on a lot of things.”
Murphy shook his head as he looked at the Moon Elf Bow Knight in front of him with a very subtle look in his eyes, and after several seconds of silence, he asked:
“So, you’ve actually taken a liking to my ‘monster’ Maxim, right? Lady Lainnia.”
“Make sure you don’t say that!”
The Bow Knight burst into flames and instantly retorted and chided:
“I am a Blood League Knight! I can’t have a lover, it would make me weak and indecisive, and I wouldn’t be able to muster the courage to fulfill my duty in the face of eternal silence!”
“You are allowed to lie to yourself like that.”
Murphy shrugged and said:
“But the expression and heart of loving someone can’t be fooled, I admit that the relationship between the two of you may not have reached the point of love, right now at most it can only be regarded as mutual admiration.
But please understand, ma’am, I’m not flirting with you guys.
I’m simply saying that if His Holiness can tolerate Lord Heather maintaining a close relationship with her clan, then he can just as easily tolerate a highly decorated and importantly tasked Bow Knight browbeating a vampire from another clan, or even bonding as an eternal mate.
I’m sure His Holiness is an absolute pragmatist in this regard.
So, our question now is, how do we get you to take on more duties so that your status in His Holiness’ mind can quickly rise until he can tolerate your breaking of the Order’s rules?
In my words, you’ll have to work on living up to your ‘unity value’ now, Leonia.
Of course, it’s all in your choice, and I’m not going to interfere.
But if you’re willing to put up a fight for you and Maxim, then I’ll be happy to offer all the help I can; after all, I’m such a gentle vampire, and I can’t bear to see a pair of eternal lovers who could be happy and fulfilled forced to be separated from each other in heaven by some backward rules that bind them to each other.”
With those words, Murphy took a few steps back as he bid farewell to Leonia in a very gentlemanly manner as he said:
“I will wait patiently for your decision, and I think you should talk it over with Mark before you make a decision, he’s not very good at it and can be a bit forward thinking when it comes to telling what’s on his mind.
But I’m sure he’ll be willing to put up a fight for his unattainable happiness.
My loyal servant never lacks courage, whether in battle or in love.”
After saying that, Murphy’s figure disappeared from the spot wrapped in shadows, leaving the silent Bow Knight in his place with tangled thoughts.
She felt that she was moved by Murphy’s words.
A certain longing that had grown within herself was keenly captured by this cunning governor, who was tempting her to take an unknown path, and the most frightening thing was that Murphy’s insight into the human heart made it difficult for Leonia to justifiably reject him at this moment.
Alas, on one side was the oath she had taken when she joined the Order, and on the other side was a lonely and sensitive soul with similar experiences to her own!
What a difficult question to choose.
Leania’s dilemma was expected by Murphy, persuading others to break their own rules has never been a simple task, and His Excellency the Governor was not in a hurry, as he hummed his way back to his office he activated his core pearl’s contact with a certain half-dwarf in the Pioneer Fortress.
This time the atmosphere of the conversation was much more relaxed.
“Yo, Short Man, how’s it going these days? I’ve got something here I need to talk to you about and I’m sure you’d like to help”
“Fucking vampire pussy! If you ever say that taboo fucking word again, I’m going to grab my marshal’s axe and rush to Fort Scarlet to kick your ass!”
“Well, well, my dear half-human marshal, please give me a little patience to hear me out about the whereabouts of the Lords of the Frost Dwarves and my small, insignificant role in this matter, as well as what I’d like you to help me with next.
These three things are linked, and I am willing to share some of the glory with you, and I know that it will do no harm in benefiting your advancement in Dwarven society.
Even enough to make you overlook the way l address you.
Yes!
I am convinced of that!”
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“Brother Loyalty! Look at the goodies I’ve brought you!”
At high noon the next day, Brother Loyalty, who was in the workshop of the arsenal improving the white phosphorus bomb process with a few very penalized young players, heard a familiar voice coming from outside the plant.
He turned around somewhat helplessly, and saw the “Legendary Brave One” in his Knights’ chainmail armor striding towards him with a small box.
This was not the first time this guy had come here, and the shock he brought to Brother Loyalty last time with the “Otherworldly Detonator” was still fresh in his mind.
“What kind of extraordinary thing did you come up with this time?”
Brother Loyalty spat:
“Isn’t your Riptide Knights training recently? Why do you always have time to drum up these tortureable and torturable things, huh?
Doesn’t your leader care about you?”
“Oh, I was transferred to the logistics post because I’m not good at horsemanship, so theoretically I only need to participate in the most basic training.”
Brother Brave laughed and patted his chest as he whistled:
“Moreover, having a good relationship with the arsenal is very beneficial to our Order’s armament upgrading, Tepal and Uncle Fodin as well as the new strategy team are all very agreeable to me getting a ‘side business’.
Enough of that, let’s take a look at the goodies I brought you today.”
He opened his box nimbly, and Loyal Brother was instantly relieved to see what was placed in it, luckily, luckily, it wasn’t a bundle of bombs that had already started counting down.
But then he frowned again, picking the crude mechanical device gadget up and looking it over in his hands, and after a few seconds, he said in disbelief:
“Is this the fuse?”
“Yep! A very crude and primitive touch-bomb fuse.”
Brother Grit said smugly:
“The last time I came for a walk I heard Nightmare Bat Puppet say that you guys were planning to get some mortars to supplement your frontline firepower, but you don’t have the time to get a replica right now, so I figured out that the thing is so simple in structure that the only difficulty lies in the shell’s fuse, so I spent some time researching it recently and replicated the thing.
Boer War caliber touch-bomb fuzes, not so high end.
But I think it should be good enough, right?”
“Enough is definitely enough, with this thing we will be able to mass produce small barrels, and our army’s firepower will be qualitatively improved You’ve come at the right time with this thing, if Transylvania can survive the Black Plague, Lord Murphy must give you a big medal.”
Brother Loyal played with the gadget in his hand.
He looked up and down at the legendary Braveheart, and said in a tone of “the future generation is fearful”:
“Okay, you kid, you can make this kind of thing by drumming in private, it seems that you are really a ‘genius’ in this area, come on, come on, tell uncle, have you ever done anything similar over there?
Don’t be afraid, tell me!
Uncle’s mouth is notoriously tight, definitely won’t talk nonsense.”
(End of chapter)