493.Chapter 491: 490 Time to Go Home, Little Orr

Chapter 491: 490. It’s time to go home, Little Ole!
The new “Assistant Director”, Ms. Tris, was soon led by her Iron Beetle assistant to the lower staff hall.

She saw Murphy standing at the entrance of the hall, thinking hard.

Although she tried her best to hide it, the shock and distress in Murphy’s expression could not be hidden from Tris’ eyes, but even though she had gained the authority to be unchained from her psychic energy and allowed it to return, the psychic master’s body was still a bit weak due to the “energy formatting”.

But Tris is really smart.

After obtaining the authority, actually self-taught through the communication with the Iron Beetle, from the equipment room in the visitor hall to get a self-hovering wheelchair, he happily sat on it Cos a certain professor.

She was obviously using this technological thing as a psychic object, and as her hand gestures changed, the thing would also move forward and backward at times.

Although the inner principle is very different, but only this kind of expression, this hovering wheelchair and spiritual magic carpet is not much difference.

“What’s wrong with you? Murphy.”

Tris quickly drove her “new vehicle” and landed beside Murphy, she worriedly looked at her little boyfriend, while Murphy looked at Tris with a subtle look.

Mostly because of the “new clothes” the Blood Vulture was wearing.

It was the assistant curator’s uniform that she had just gotten, a very technological silver-gray color palette consisting of a very neutral blazer and wide-brimmed pants for women, with a pair of very simple high heels on her feet.

I don’t know what kind of thinking it was, but Tris also got herself a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of her nose, which instantly transformed her from the mysterious stance of a Blood Archduke into a very modern and even a bit futuristic urban woman.

Except for the pair of scarlet pupils hidden under the glasses, the Tris in front of her was almost indistinguishable from the high-cool white-collar girls in Murphy’s memory.

This refreshing change of attire filled the vampire lord’s eyes with appreciation.

After several seconds, he withdrew his gaze and spoke:

“Do you know what Salokdar did before his promising job as the Archduke of the Blood?”

“Huh?”

Murphy’s question made Tris freeze in place.

She said in an odd tone:
“Salokdar awakened on the earth at the beginning of the Era along with the other Ancient Ones, and he’s been the Archduke and Chief of the Blood Vulture Clan ever since. As for what he was doing before that, I guess that question might only be answered by asking the Venerable Lord Paying?”

“I know.”

Murphy rubbed his brow and climbed into Tris’s hovering wheelchair to huddle with her, resting his head on Tris’s shoulder again with a kind of overthinking exhaustion.

After several seconds, he spoke softly:
“Before he was an Archduke, Lord Salokdar flew airplanes, no, that’s not accurate, he flew airships that could fly within the atmosphere.

He was the chief navigator elected by a place called the ‘Eden District’, which is as impressive as it sounds.

No wonder he was able to become an Archduke, that resume alone was impressive enough.

Also, our Salokdar Clan Chief and Thorn Clan’s Ancient One, Ms. Oksana, are really a couple, the two of them are the certified kind, and their love life doesn’t seem to be quite as good as they’d like to be often quarreling.”

“Wait!”

Murphy uttered all this made Tris listen to the clouds, then the Spirit Energy Master had a jolt, she reached out and covered Murphy’s mouth, she asked with wide eyes:
“If you didn’t suddenly go crazy or make an unfunny Blood joke with me, then it means that you have discovered some secrets about the pre-Epoch era in this place of creation? And this secret involves the two Archdukes Salokdar and Oksana?”

“Three!”

Murphy said as he closed his eyes and adjusted the shock in his mind:

“There’s also the Mad Blood Archduke Vit Fator, the previous curator of this place of creation was none other than him, to be precise, from the pre-Epoch era.

I don’t think that the Mad Blood Archduke who has been sealed in the Sacred Blood Land for a thousand years is the same person he once was.

Just as Salokdar is no longer the Chief Navigator of record either, something must have happened in the mists of the alternating epochs, something that permanently altered them, and permanently altered the entire world.”

“What else do you know? Tell me! Don’t whet the appetite!”

Tris had been stunned.

She really didn’t expect her little Murphy to bring back such powerful news after a quick trip around the Land of Creation, and she was eager to know more, but Murphy just shook his head and said:

“There’s also the fact that the Jackals really do possess a ‘strong claim’ to the Filthy Swamp, and that Hogg’s ancestors really did work here, albeit only as security guards watching the gates, but they’re also true ‘locals’, and from that point of view , there was no need to give the grandson of the King of Biting Bones any more, it already had a much better used background from which to come.

The King of Biting Bones had come close to completing a counter-attack on the civilization camp back then, but unfortunately the Creator didn’t love it.

Beyond that there was no more information, His Excellency Fato had left a letter to his successor, and that was all the valid information in that letter.

But I probably know where to look if we want to know more.

The land of origin, the Sanghai Empire!
Hidden in the miles of yellow sand where the Creator is worshipped is a relic called the ‘Engine of Creation’, and the information that can be obtained here points straight to that place.

That is quite an important part of the Creator’s great plan for the world, and without being able to determine the exact location of the ‘Eden District’ at this time, we can only go there to search for more information.”

“That’s hard, Murph.”

Tris whispered:
“The Sanghai people are more protective of the Creator’s relics than you can imagine, I almost became their reserve priest back when I infiltrated the Moon Sacred City, but I’m still not qualified to set foot in any of the Sanghai people’s sacred sites in the desert.

The Pharaoh’s sunships patrol there day and night, and any individual power seems so weak in front of the kind of weapons that can destroy a city in an instant.”

“But we must go, Tris.”

Murphy whispered as he hugged his paperboy wife, who was differently flirtatious after her costume change, tighter:
“We have to go there if we want to figure out what really happened in the Pre-Epoch Era, and we’re already far behind Dusk in this pursuit of the truth.

I have it on good authority that Dusk’s lapdogs will do everything in their power to hinder us and destroy the information that can be gathered by us.

We must go to the remains of the creation engine, of course, these things will have to be done after the Black Plague is over hmmm, open your mouth.”

“Hmm?”

Tris looked at Murphy.

She reluctantly opened her mouth slightly, thinking that Murphy would take the opportunity to do something bad but no, Murphy just took out a crystal vial from her bag, peeled off the cork and poured the liquid from it into Tris’s mouth.

The shock that the first entrance of the fat house water brought to the psychic energy master made her almost spew out that liquid, but again, Murphy covered her mouth.

“Drink it, it’s good stuff, my elixir from the Creator’s gift.”

Murphy said coaxing Tris:
“It will bring you power against subspace.”

“I don’t believe it! This thing almost numbed my tongue. Where did you get it? Wait a minute! Wait! Wait! Something’s wrong, there’s a surge of power coming up and I feel a little hot.”

Trixie aggressively slapped Murphy and was about to ask for an explanation but soon she realized that there was a power coming up fast in her body
“Hiccup~”

The Spirit Energy Master let out an undignified hiccup, but she did feel the unique power given to her by this “Elixir”, which allowed her to be more resolute in the face of subspace infestation while being able to detect subspace’s aura more keenly.

This makes Tris bright eyes, grabbed the crystal bottle in Murphy’s hand and poured tons and tons of it down.

After drinking it, she also wiped her mouth and said:
“The taste of the Creator’s elixir is really strange, why is it sour and sweet and this damn bubble.”

“How do I know?”

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:
“Maybe it’s because the bad-hearted Creator likes to see us in a mess? Come on, go out and run an errand then come back.”

“No, I haven’t gotten around here yet.”

Tris said, shaking her head:
“You may have missed some important information, I must enter the core area of this place of creation and see for myself.”

“Torn Flesh did damage to this area when he took the Jackal civilization tablet, as you can see it’s a mess, I initiated the cleanup process, it will take 48 hours to clean it all up.

There are still some facilities inside that are sealed and will need to be cleaned up before they can be opened.”

Murphy explained:
“All of this will take time, there’s no use in you staying here, first come out with me to run some errands, afterward I’ll take you on a tour of the Creator’s great designs, but I don’t think you should get your hopes up too much for that.

This swamp ecological zone is not the Creator’s core secret, it is merely the Creator’s ‘zoo’.”

“Hey, don’t talk about the Creator casually in that tone! Can you at least maintain a little respect?”

Tris grabbed Murphy’s ear as she said:
“That’s a deity!
Let alone a deity’s zoo, even a deity’s toilet and toilet bowl are holy things, okay? Tell me, what do you want to go out for?” She fiddled with the levers of the hovering wheelchair as the old Sigi had done, allowing the thing to carry the two of them over the visitors’ hall to the entrance.

Murphy glanced back at the polished hall as he sighed and said softly:
“Go and fulfill the task entrusted to me by my predecessor, and fetch little Ole home.

Go change back into your old clothes, I like your current outfit in every way, but it would be a bit too shocking for the smaller players to see, it’s not time for you to get a ‘new skin’ yet, and I don’t plan on opening this place up as a new sourcebook anytime soon.”

“Who? Who’s Orr? Sounds like a female?”
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In the ruins of Plague Town, er, no, Wolf’s Castle, the Dogheads of Clan Bloodclaw were still trying to clean up the place.

Chief Hogg has issued an “Overseer” quest to a group of new players, and now the casual players are working with their own dog-headed laborers, their pockets full of candles from Transylvanian merchants.

This is the unique “currency” that must be used to trade with the Dogs.

With the urge of food and candles, the dogmen worked very hard, they were naturally good at digging, and their flying mining picks could easily break down all kinds of stones into small pieces that could be carried.

Dogheads have a gift for stone.

After training the dog-headed people miners can easily distinguish from the mines can be mined ore, this excavation instinct is as natural as eating and drinking water, other races are not even learn to learn.

Even the best mining dwarves have to admit, excellent dog-head miners are always the most suitable for the workers in the mine, so in the dwarves’ territory, the dog-head people’s living conditions will be compared to other areas much better.

The Dwarves regularly select miners from the Doghead clans to send to their mines, and it is said that the Brass Dwarves have developed an expensive “everlasting candle” for this purpose.

It is the most perfect gift a Dogman can receive in his lifetime, and only those old foremen who have served the Dwarves for twenty years or more and have not yet died can receive such a reward.

The Transylvanians certainly don’t have any expensive Forever Burning Candles to trade to the Dogheads, but that doesn’t stop the young players from using their imaginations.

For example, the artist in the Devil’s Eight Guild is thinking about whether he can learn from the craftsmanship of the other world, and make bigger, more beautiful and brighter candles in Transylvania as a “treasure” to tempt the dogmen.

“I’m telling you, this idea is absolutely brilliant! Trust me!”

The old man, who was dressed up in a darker and darker style with a dead soul’s bone staff, said to Pogon and Nishiki beside him as he flashed his cool, killer haircut:
“With just a little bit of time to prepare, I can make excellent candles as a way to select quality servants and cannon fodder for our guild amongst the huge number of dog-heads, and we can even teach those dog-head Ascendant Masters the secret spells of the Trickster as a way of cultivating the power of spell casters that belong to us.”

“Crap! That sounds really quite messed up.”

The Demon of the Mountain, Pogon, tapped the shoulder of Trickster Ah as he exclaimed:
“So, can us brothers help?”

“Yes, although I can find information on the internet, it’s naturally better if there’s a physical object.”

Screw Mao ah rubbed his chin and said:

“Where are your brothers’ ships now?”

“To Cyprus tomorrow.”

Westwood said:
“This is the last boat run of the year, after this one you have to go home and rest, you have to isolate it.”

“Well, then search around Cyprus to see if there are any wax museums there, find someone to ask about the candle making process, and get some physical objects along the way.”

Engage in hair ah is talking vigorously, suddenly a point high in the sky, exclaimed:
“Crap! A flying wheelchair?”

“Huh?”

The next few fellows turned around abruptly, and they saw the strange carrier high in the sky slowly fall down, landing on the ground of the Wolf Castle ruins in a very smooth and flexible manner in the ghostly blue light.

Lord Murphy then rose from it, along with Archduke Tris.

“What flying wheelchair, it’s clearly a hovering throne, okay?”

Cursed Blue, the boss of the Demon Eight Jackpot set, chortled and said:
“What a high-fashion thing being said by you guys as if it’s worthless all of a sudden, that’s Lord Murphy, the noble mainline NPC, how could he run out in a flying wheelchair?”

“But that thing does look like a wheelchair ah, of course it’s not wrong for you to say it’s a throne.”

Screw it ah spat out.

They intended to come up and get close to Lord Murphy, but instead they saw Lord Murphy and Archduke Tris walking in the direction of the swamp giant snake.

The group stopped in their tracks.

There had been people trying to get close to the legendary creature for the past few days, but they were always blocked by the witch hunters, and the Swamp Giant Serpent was not in a good temper; it was seriously injured, but even just activating the Blindness Spell on the Jeweled Scales was enough to make the small players drink a pot of water.

There was no way to immunize that high-level blindness spell, and once it was hit it would take at least twenty minutes to recover, which was torture for the small players who hadn’t experienced blindness before.

“What is Lord Murphy going to do? Is he planning to execute this monster?”

The scattered people gathered together to probe their heads, they had also been discussing what would eventually happen to this monster in the past few days, although the Church of Avalon had been rescuing it, the giant snake never got better it was probably going to die here.

“Lord Murphy, please do not approach, the giant snake is very unstable.”

As Murphy approached, Sister Marian jumped out suddenly like a ghost, she stopped it:
“The intelligence of the legendary creature is quite outstanding, it knows that it was the vampires who lured it here, so it is hostile to all vampires.”

“I know, please believe me, I am here to help it.”

Murphy didn’t care about Sister Marianne’s warning.

He insisted on moving forward with his staff and sword in hand, and as his footsteps approached the swamp that had become covered in tainted blood where the giant serpent had been, the Ninkinanka, which had been resting with its eyes closed, opened them at once, and its black jewel-like eyes rolled over to stare at Murphy.

A fierce hostility was brewing in them, and the gem-like scales on its body began to pulsate with light.

It hated vampires.

Not just because those cunning vampires had stolen its eggs, but because its own mate had died at the hands of a vampire a thousand years ago.

Though some warm memories remained in its own memory, too much time had passed too long.

So long that it couldn’t even tell if those memories of the past actually existed!
“Ole.”

Murphy called out the name.

The giant snake that was about to inflict the blindness spell on the vampire was struck by lightning.

Amidst the shouts of the Avalon priests who were performing the purification next to him, the giant snake that had already been seriously injured suddenly struggled at this moment, causing its back wound that had just had the tendency to heal to tear open again, spilling poisonous blood everywhere.

He uttered the name!

That name that only he knew!
All those warm memories were real .
“Ole, be quiet, I’m coming to take you home.”

Murphy stepped forward under the giant snake’s extremely moody gaze and reached out to place his hand on the huge head the snake was trying to raise as he whispered:

“I know when you were born, I know your time with Fato, I know that you would always stay in front of the line that you were not allowed to cross and wait for him to return, too much time has passed, but you remember.

I apologize to you for what my warriors have done.

I know how to make it up to you, and I will help your child break out of his shell again in this time in the same way you were born back then.

Your ethnicity will flourish and grow again in the home the Creator has prepared for you.

Ole, I have become the curator of the ecological zone, it is my duty to take care of you, I will heal you, I will awaken your companions.

It is time for you to go home.”

Can the giant snake understand Murphy?

It was obvious from its slowly calming stance that it understood.

As Sister Marianne had said, legendary creatures possessed outstanding intelligence.

And so, after a thousand years of lonely existence, the giant snake Orr once again waited for its keeper.

Just as much a Blood, just as blessed with a gentle voice and a healing smile.

But I don’t know, this time Murphy, will be like the former “father” left it?
(End of chapter)