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Chapter 48 48. blanching! I’m just kidding, you really swiped it for me, didn’t you?

While Murphy was leading the survivors to rescue people in the ruins of the outer city of Cadman City, in another place, another place that directly triggered the calamity of Cadman City, in the middle of the Pathfinder Legion Fortress located in the East Prussia region, His Excellency, Major Fraser, was on his last watch.

He was still wearing a straight uniform, even the military insignia on his collar was organized meticulously, and at this moment, he was on duty in the fortress’s machine intelligence room, and at his feet was a delicate suitcase that had already been packed.

There were still four hours until the end of tonight’s duty, after which he himself would be able to follow the first batch of soldiers transferred back home.

As a beloved general whom Marshal Loren had promoted during the Ten Years’ War, Major Fraser had not been shortchanged; the General had spoken to him yesterday, and he would be given the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel when he returned to the establishment after three months’ rest at home.

With this rate of advancement and the help of his family, I’m afraid he has a chance to become a Brigadier General before he turns fifty.

It’s almost like riding a rocket.

Unfortunately, the chances of being promoted so quickly after that are not that many, because the war has already ended.

“I also wonder if that young lady arranged in the family will like these stories from the military?”

The Major’s thoughts ran a little hairy as he flipped through the documents.

He was always a young man no matter how calm he was, not to mention that the letter from the family had made it clear that he had a very important mission for the three months back this time.

That is to hurry to matchmaking!
It would be best to get married within a month and take care of the issue of the heir within three months, so that even if something happens to him on the battlefield in the future, as a member of the ancient nobility of Sealand, Major Fraser’s family wouldn’t become extinct in the main vein.

In this regard, the Major was very helpless.

He is a career-minded person, and in the Ten Years’ War was “trained” by Marshal Loren, deeply believe that before becoming a Brigadier General to do anything else is a waste of his life.

“Sir Major, urgent military business!”

The messenger’s call interrupted Fraser’s thoughts, the major’s body immediately straightened up when he heard the words “urgent military affairs”, stood up like a spring, picked up his cap and followed the messenger to the next door’s psychic communication room in quick steps.

At this moment, the surface of the instrument that was powered by the spiritual energy pearl but had a very complicated base was projecting a blurred and indistinct scouting image.

An accompanying psychic master wearing a black military uniform was sweating profusely as he fine-tuned the perspective, like a desperate post-processor who was frantically adding filters and fixing pixels, so as to make this hopeless pile of images in front of him a little clearer.

But the young psychic’s various efforts clearly failed.

“What happened? Where is this?”

Major Fraser, who specialized in intelligence, asked in a deep voice, and the psychic instantly answered:

“It’s Transylvania, Cadman City, Your Excellency the Major. The tides of psychic energy there weakened to the point where they could be observed about an hour ago, and in accordance with the general’s orders, we conducted an expeditionary reconnaissance there.

But you see .”

He pointed to the blurry image of the scouting spell in front of him.

But the thing looked like a bunch of pixelated blocks accumulating together, causing the Major, whose psychic talents weren’t exactly stellar, to frown tightly.

It was clear that he was completely unable to comprehend what the psychic was trying to show him.

However, the major hadn’t been doing intelligence work for a day or two, and even without seeing the specific picture, he could still realize what the psychic master meant, and with a change in his face, he asked:

“Something went wrong in Cadman City? The Astral Rip didn’t achieve the intended effect?”

“No, the Astral Realm Tear definitely succeeded!

That city is hopeless, it will be a pile of debris suspended in the astral realm in a week at the most, but the problem, Your Excellency the Major, is that we’ve spotted a strange gathering of people at the edge of Cadman City.”

The accompanying psychic simply stopped trying to fix the mess of a mosaic that a million late-stage viewers were shaking their heads at, and reported back with his own expertise by pointing at a few black spots on that image:

“Here, here, and here! Although the severe interference from the star realm’s psychic energy prevented us from obtaining an accurate picture, based on my expertise, I can assure you that there are at least 400 people’s activity tracks here.”

“400 people?”

Major Fraser narrowed his eyes as he thought for a moment and said:
“Is it possible that they are civilians who survived the tearing of the Star Realm? There were a whole 150,000 Blood Servants in Cadman City, even if the entire city was destroyed, it’s still possible for a few hundred to have survived, right?”

“It is indeed possible, but their trajectory of movement is not right!”

The young black-robed sub-psychic stubbornly shook his head and said:

“If they were civilians, then they should have presented a projection of irregular and sporadic fleeing in the psychic energy detection, yet as you can see, these people were moving in clusters!

They also appear to have set up a camp in a fringe safe zone outside the range of influence of the astral psionic energy.

Your Excellency Major, with all due respect, this must be someone organizing them.

Or even worse, the remnants of the Blood Vulture Clan!

Perhaps the Blood Vulture Clan was not completely destroyed!
Those vampires escaped by some means, and the more frightening speculation is that this is most likely a self-rescue operation by the Blood Vulture Clan!”

Hearing this conclusion, Major Fraser’s expression turned serious.

He stared at the mass of mosaic images in front of him where he really couldn’t see anything, and said with a bit of a headache:

“I’ll report to General Loren immediately, so prepare yourself, the general may need to hear your report Your name is Heru, right? I remember that you are from Antani and are a promising scouting psychic, so do your best to fix this piece of shit to the point where even a normal person can see it clearly in 20 minutes!
This rather promising psychic, I don’t think you want to be heckled by General Loren for being unprofessional, do you?

That could potentially leave you with a bad rap on your internship resume in the Legion, you know what I mean?”

The psionic master’s expression changed as he glanced at the psionic display chart next to him, and he instantly blackened his face.

He could completely understand the importance of this matter, but the problem was, how the hell was this mosaic-like thing that directly affected his career supposed to be adjusted?
—
Nearly an hour later, another important figure under the Pathfinder Legion system walked into General Loren’s office, led by the military police.

The old knight Finok, who had already returned from Transylvania to recuperate in the Pathfinder Fortress, wore a linen singlet and reeked faintly of alcohol, but still carried the large oak blade wrapped in sword cloth on his back.

The dutiful gendarmes should have collected his weapon, but General Loren, whose face would be full of fatigue at this point, waved his hand, signaling that the gendarmes need not bother.

These Old Church saints who were as stubborn as a stinking stone, and whose stubbornness was more limited than a dwarf’s weakness would not give up their weapons, and what’s more, it was no ordinary weapon that old Finok was carrying.

That thing was their holy blade, a proof of faith.

“Finok, I know I promised to make arrangements for the remaining veterans of the White Oak Warband when the war was over, and I’m still willing to honor that promise, but I’m afraid you’ll have to set out immediately now.”

General Loren sat in his own chair with his hands propped up in front of his desk, beside him stood Major Fraser and the black-clad psionicist who had retouched the map until it broke down.

The serious half-dwarf general spoke to the old knight who didn’t utter a word: “There has been a repeat of the situation in the city of Cadman, information about a suspected Blood Vulture remnant has been discovered, in order to avoid a long night, I need you and your most elite hunters to arrive there within three days to complete the reconnaissance.”

“Three days is no problem, but I need to know how far you want to go?”

Old Finok asked as he looked up at General Loren:

“Specifically, who is the target?”

“Who else could it be? Archduke Salokdar Collinsman Le Sombra, the Blood Vulture!”

The half-dwarf general lit his pipe with some annoyance, earlier he had personally declared that the destruction of the Blood Wyvern represented the end of the war, yet now the city of Cadman tenaciously seemed to be beyond his control, which made General Loren very unhappy.

After a mouthful of pungent, thick smoke puffed out of his nostrils, he said in a deep voice:
“If the Blood Vulture Archduke is dead, bring his body back! If he’s not dead, then give him a ride! The White Oak Warband’s application for a pardon is already on its way to Misty City, and following the normal parliamentary process, it may take two to three months for you and your fading veterans to get a response.

And odds are it will be a conciliatory resolution.

But if you can bring back the coat of arms of the Archduke of the Blood Vulture for King Louis.
With this merit, I believe that your group, which has given so much to the country during the war, could definitely receive an amnesty document from the Court of the Golden Sparrow.”

“Good!”

The old knight agreed without much hesitation, he nodded to the general and turned around to leave, but General Loren called out to him.

“Wait, Finok, this Major Fraser will be traveling with you.”

“That won’t be necessary, General Loren.”

The old knight said in a blunt tone:
“I will only be moving with a team of thirty elite hunters, most of the veterans will remain in the barracks as hostages, you don’t have to worry about us defecting. Secondly, this Major is just a commoner.

He can’t accept the drudgery of crossing the Andromeda Hills to reach Cadman City in three days.”

“It is not that I do not trust you! Finnock, we’ve known each other for over forty years, hell! I thought we were friends.”

General Loren pounded the table hard, as if because his old friend’s words had hurt him, and then he waved his hand as Major Fraser and the psionic left the office.

After they were gone, Marshal Loren jumped out of his chair and walked over to the old Finnock and explained to him in a low voice:

“You are good hunters, but not good at summarizing and debriefing, whereas Major Fraser specializes in intelligence, and he will help you make a nice debriefing of your mission, which will go straight to King Louie’s desk.

Believe me, in your current situation, this is important to you.

Secondly, Fraser comes from the House of Capet, who are the staunchest of the King’s party, and they and their allies have seventeen seats in the Grand Chamber, and there are factories in all the provinces of the kingdom producing a steady stream of supplies for the Pathfinder Corps.

If the worst comes to the worst, the friendship and patronage of the Capes will be enough to save all of you poor bastards from the fate of extermination!
Understood?
I’ll be honest with you, Major Fraser is there to be gilded.

The young talent I have my eye on needs a nice military record as a wedding present from me, and you, you will be of no use to the country after the war is over, and I can no longer shelter you.

You will need a new backer to live safely as free men in the kingdom.

The remnants of the old religion do not have a good reputation.

Even if you don’t care, think of your hunters.”

Less aloof when no one else was around, the old knight sighed and whispered to General Loren:
“But we are loyal you know, Loren! You stood by the whole time and watched that travesty ten years ago, and you know we were loyal from start to finish.

I’ll let it go, but these kids don’t deserve this!”

“I know, I believe you, but the others don’t.”

The half-dwarf general shook his head:

“The apostasy of the old religion was capped ten years ago, Finok, you must accept that, listen to me and finish this job properly! His wise Majesty will see to it, and he will give you loyalists a chance.

I’m convinced of that.

Be sure to protect Fraser!

This young man is gifted, and he’s not like those Westland nobles who are so stubborn as to be sickening.”

And outside the office door, Major Fraser looked at the black-clothed psychic beside him who was covering his face and crying, he took out his handkerchief and handed it to the other party, helplessly comforting him:
“Don’t cry, Honorable Heru, although the general is strict, he also praised your acumen .”

“But the general said that I’m very unprofessional, he also said that my detection spells are worse than his eleven hundred year old grandfather’s eyesight, there’s definitely no way for me to graduate successfully, ooohhhh.”

The young psychic cried in despair:

“I’m the hope of the whole village, this is a big disgrace, Major you’re a good man, but you don’t have to comfort me, my life is hopeless, I’m going to go find my fellow villagers and have a hard drink now.

Alas, I hope my sister-in-law will not laugh at me.”
—
“Captain! The war chief just summoned all the veteran captains! There seems to be an urgent mission!”

In the barracks outside the Pioneer Fortress, Natalie, the Witch Hunter captain who had just finished her recovery training, was eating a cold snack when Ambo, the scout who shared the same barracks with her, mysteriously limped and walked quickly to her.

Wearing a black eye patch, Ambo, who had been injured in one eye during the previous torture, leaned down with a serious expression and whispered to her captain:

“I’ve heard some of my companions spreading the news in private that the War Captain might want to select the elite to complete another mission.”

“Hmm? Where to?”

Natalie put down the spoon in her hand and ruffled her hair to reveal the scars on her cheeks and eyes. But honestly, the scars didn’t ruin the overall feel of her face, but rather made her look a little more formidable.

The gray-haired Demon Hunter Hime in the player’s mouth asked in a muffled voice, and Ambrosia hesitated and whispered:
“I have a small fellow countryman who is an accompanying scout psychic of the Pathfinder Legion, he was in a bad mood due to being chided by General Loren for being unprofessional, and I overheard some details while he was drunkenly babbling.

The mission was supposed to be a return to Transylvania!
Specifically in Cadman City, General Loren seemed to want to confirm the destruction of the Blood Vulture Clan, but our
War Chief didn’t summon us.”

“We must attend!”

Natalie immediately clenched her fists, everything that had happened in the Moorland Village and the Smuggler’s Woodland had set fire to her heart, and she said in a deep voice:

“Those grudges with the vampires, we ourselves must settle them with our own hands! I’ll go find the war chief, you go find Norman and Potter, we must take part in this operation!

That Murphy.
For the sake of Old Joe’s heavenly soul to enter the sanctuary of Avalon, I must catch that culprit!”

(End of chapter)