514.Chapter 512 511 The Mystery the Players Want to Give to Lord Murphy

Chapter 512 511. the mysterious gift the players are going to give to Lord Murphy.
Previously, the official post said that the booths were set up to promote the culture of the foreigners, in order to ensure the fairness of this project, Consul Miriam specially sent civil servants to make records by asking random questions in the square.

As a result of the morning’s record collection and summarization, the booth of the Silver Moon’s Pride Corps was in the lead, and the other four booths combined were not as high as theirs.

The fact proved that no matter which world, there are some things that are popular among the public, and the encouraged Mrs. Shui had already started to plan for a “lingerie show” at the next big event, which was unanimously denied by the other girls.

As far as the status of women in this continent is concerned, this fashion show is already the limit of display.

Digging deeper, it is easy to get and pornographic concepts, although this development is not a bad thing for Mrs. Water’s clothing business, but we are all civilized world, really want to get down to this gray area or forget about it.

After all, they were not much short of money.

But this fashion show also had a ludicrous spin-off result, that right after the morning’s runway show, Old Huo’s side inexplicably received several large orders, all from the Yankee merchants who had run to Scarlet Castle to lick Earl Andre in passing to attend the Holy Blood Festival, and who saw a business opportunity.

Then, Mrs. Water had to deal with those orders with a headache.

She found that most of the orders were for “desert style” dancers’ attire, and she didn’t need to think about what the Yankees were going to do with these “otherworldly styles”.

“Sins!”

Mrs. Water rubbed her forehead helplessly.

But her several apprentice tailors who had almost finished their apprenticeships were overjoyed with these orders. With the current business model in Transylvania, the fact that they had gotten so many orders meant that they could be noticed by the administrative office, which after all, was also a major event of “generating foreign exchange”.

In the morning after the end of the show, has been fired by the atmosphere of the Holy Blood Festival to promote the city’s residents in several other booths to linger, in addition to the big bird group of storytellers to sell the performance of the mouth in addition to the old Huo side of the “Charity Gambling Competition” was held as scheduled, because there is a free drink, really attracted a number of old gamblers favor.

Scarlet Castle usually prohibits gambling, the semi-official Blood Rats can only fight on the day of the big fight at the Fight Club to play the gambling ball, and now it is hard to have ten days to liberalize the time, these itchy guys can not wait to stay at the gambling table twenty-four hours a day.

It was certainly unholy.

However, in the context of the Holy Blood Festival, both the Administrative Office and the first batch of magistrates that His Excellency Kudel had produced chose to turn a blind eye.

Hilarious!

This was the feeling that the first day of the Sacred Blood Festival brought to people, and even the rotating officers of the Canary Blossom Pioneering Vanguard Regiment, who had put on makeup and participated in the festival in a low-profile manner, had to admit that today’s Scarlet Fortress already had a few hints of the climate of a big city.

“The two walks in the morning are so powerful.”

Major Ron, who was wearing a hat to hide his big bald hairstyle, squeezed his eyes and said to Fraser beside him:
“Our stick lads looked dumbfounded, I even saw Bob and a few of them running to get close to someone while their model was resting, only to be chased out by the mountain folk security at Hidden Treasure Bay, shame on them.

One by one, they are not so horny when they are at home, how come they are in their original form here?”

“Because it’s never been seen, Ron.”

Colonel Fraser had come to the Festival of the Holy Blood with the perspective of a “traveler” and a “writer”, and he was dressed in a very elegant manner, putting a very sensible beret on his head.

While observing the reaction of the crowd in the Holy Blood Festival, he slowly said to the deputy beside him:

“Things that have never been seen before are the most eye-catching, and if it also has deep cultural connotations, then you will naturally be attracted to it when you first see it.

I admit that there are so many hints of eroticism in the runway show run by the Transylvanians, but I must also admit that the two very different styles of dresses those girls wore this morning were by no means randomly designed.

Those differently posed outfits represent a culture we haven’t seen before.

Especially the clothes worn by the female warriors could not have been designed to perfectly complement a lady’s softness without a certain amount of civilization.

We can no longer look at the Transylvanians with the same old eyes.

Governor Murphy is injecting some spiritual dimension into a people he once called barbarians.”

“You make it sound so metaphysical, but I can probably understand your sentiments.”

Major Ron said with a raised eyebrow:

“It’s precisely because you hadn’t seen a ruthless character like Consul Miriam, who was soft on the outside and tough on the inside, before that you were attracted to her the first time you met her, and then tasted one of the most bitter defeats of your life.”

“Shut up.”

Colonel Fraser chided:

“Go play your hand, isn’t there a charity gambling contest over there? I’ve heard that all the proceeds from this tournament will go towards donating to the construction of local orphanages and old people’s homes, so why don’t you go and compete with the Transylvanians to see who’s better?

I think if General Soros knows that his son has become the Transylvanian King of Gamblers, then you’re going to have more than one leg broken the next time you go home.”

“I’m not afraid of that!”

Major Ron chuckled:
“Because of our great victory in Plague Town, my father, for the first time in history, appreciated my courage in a letter, and it seems that our victory in the swamp really earned the old man’s face. Never mind, I won’t talk to you, I’m going to try my luck.

Don’t look for me for a few days, I’ll be back at the barracks after my rotation is over, consider it a vacation for me.”

After saying that, the Major patted Fraser’s shoulder, turned around and ran towards the registration place of the King of Gamblers Competition, and there were several other junior officers who followed him to join in the fun.

Fraser shook his head, he didn’t blame his subordinates for having fun.

Right now was a rest period, after the swamp battle came to an end, the officers who participated in the battle were given half a month’s vacation, some of them returned home from the Cato region, the rest of the officers had to take turns to be in charge of the construction of the advance camp.

The experience in the swamp for these young people has been considered a terrible torture, now a bit of fun as a right to vent fatigue and bitterness, after all, the next will be facing the black plague directly.

Moreover, he himself also gave himself a few days of vacation, isn’t it?
With such a mood, Colonel Fraser then spent a lot of time on recording the details of the Holy Blood Festival.

He was going to record the sights and sounds of this day into his travelogue of the war years as well, so that the people of the Kingdom of Golden Sparrow could understand more about what kind of group of people their neighbors really were through his description.

Fraser felt that this was something that was absolutely necessary; he couldn’t let his country go blindfolded against Transylvania, which was rising in a special way.

And this different kind of Holy Blood Festival was really fun, being surrounded by people with smiles on their faces gave the Colonel a rare experience of total relaxation as well.

He took a moment to huddle in the crowd to listen to Ring Rush’s telling of the White Knight’s Tale for a time, and was entertained enough to reward him with a few silver coins for doing so, even though the stories Ring Rush was telling were from the perspective of the Sincerely Soulful of Avalon, who was secretly sneering at all the various ways the Kingdom of the Golden Cockerel had failed to behave during the Ten Years’ War.

Then it was time to run over to the Student Party side of the booth and listen to the fancy-dressed youngsters bellowing out strange and exotic songs.

While most of them were too much for the Colonel to appreciate, he had to admit that a few of the lyrical ballads did hit a soft corner of his heart quite perfectly.

After all, when you’re out of love, you have to listen to love songs.

When noon came, the colonel rubbed his protesting stomach and followed the crowd to the famous restaurant “Dongshanju” in the commercial district.

But it was a big promotion today, making it overcrowded.

Fraser had wanted to experience the Transylvanian delicacies that had been rumored to be so popular lately, but he lost interest when he saw the long line.

He found a random stall on the street and ordered a bowl of supposedly great beef noodles and a few small plates of vegetables, and sat there again observing the crowds coming and going around until the steaming noodles were served, and only then did the colonel pick up his fork and prepare to enjoy them.

Then.
“I think I should report to the Sheriff that there is a ‘foreign spy’ mixed in amongst us, and that he is looking very badly at certain details of the Scarlet Fortress so that he can take it back to his Dwarf Marshal and claim credit for it.”

A familiar voice rang out in front of Fraser, causing the colonel, who had rolled up his noodles and was about to bring them to his mouth, to look up in shock, and see Miriam, dressed as a commoner, sitting across from him with a smile on her face, and ordering a bowl of noodles as well.

Just by looking at the candy cane in her hand, he knew that the consul had probably given himself a vacation early this morning as well.

“Don’t you feel awkward sitting back so suddenly?”

The colonel maintained his motion of eating the noodles with his fork and returned with another stern look.

Although he tried to maintain his comportment, the feeling of awkwardness in his heart was still hard to eliminate, and compared to him, Consul Miriam was much more generous.

She ate a candy cane, glanced at Fraser and said:

“My dear senior, don’t act like a child.

You and I both went to school in Chardonnay Harbor, you should know the open atmosphere over there, I was rustic so I didn’t experience it, but I also know that many boys don’t have the same lack of manners as you after a failed courtship and treat me like an enemy.”

“I’m not, I didn’t.”

The Colonel took a bite of the hot noodles, the pungent flavor catching him off guard and coughing, and he wondered if his delicate nose had inhaled the pungent smell, making him cough so hard he almost burst into tears.

“It really isn’t! Don’t think too much, this noodle is too spicy, why do you Transylvanians have such heavy tastes!”

Fraser made a joke and explained as he fished out a handkerchief to wipe his bad face:

“My manners won’t allow me to hiss ha too spicy, give me some water.”

“Hahaha, you’re still a mess.”

Miriam laughed and handed over the glass of water she carried with her, the Colonel, not realizing the Consul’s caution, twisted off the lid and took a sip, only to be made worse by the hot water in the thermos.

The tartness of a sip of hot water when it was spicy was indescribable, causing Fraser to even probe his tongue. “Have some of this, it’ll help.”

Miriam pulled a small tin box from her pocket and took a mint from it and handed it to the Colonel.

This was also a “local specialty” that the small players had “honored” her with, a fruit candy made from the local mint.

She liked the flavor.

After Fraser had managed to calm down, Miriam skillfully rolled up the noodles with chopsticks while speaking to Colonel Fraser who was watching her:

“I must say that I overreacted the other night Fraser, I just suddenly got on top of things and felt that you were insulting me with the pedigree theory, but I have no ill will towards you personally, you’re a good person in every sense of the word, there’s no arguing that.”

“I know, and my reaction afterward was rude.”

The Colonel sighed as he said:
“After Bikki’s instruction, I realized that the biggest mistake I made was to use a lineage you never cared about to negate the accomplishments you worked so hard to get on your own.

I thought about it in the swamp, and I’m afraid that if I had been faced with that situation, I would have just drawn my sword.

That would indeed be an insult to my best friend’s character, and the worst and stupidest thing I have ever done since I was a child, and I must apologize to you for only delaying my actions because of the Swamp War.”

“Not so much.”

Miriam took a few bites of her spaghetti, and she sipped her water with satisfaction before she huffed and puffed at the Colonel:
“Compared to the bullies I faced at Chardonnay, you’ve got a gentle response, Fraser, and I know how you feel about it, but I have to tell you that this is moving too fast for you, perhaps because you’ve never had to take on the role of chaser in matters of affection.

But my advice to you is to take it slow.

Whether it’s on my part, or on Becky’s.”

“Huh?”

The colonel looked at the consul in surprise, and he said:

“You mean I have a chance, huh?”

“That is not certain.”

Miriam smiled imploringly and said:
“At least I don’t have any plans for that in the last few years, with the weight of all of Transylvania there, I don’t have much time to bother with changes in my private life. I think the same goes for you, you should be chasing a career in your prime, after all, you have such a large family business waiting to be inherited.”

“Fair enough.”

Fraser nodded and forked up a noodle into his mouth, then shook his head and sighed:
“Transylvanian delicacies are too hot and spicy, it’s not something the current me can handle yet.”

“Well, I have a feeling you’re making a double entendre, you disrespectful female.”

Miriam grunted and said:
“But I don’t care about that, is there anything else after dinner later? If not, go somewhere with me, I know the warriors have secretly prepared a gift for Governor Murphy. I think it’s going to be interesting, do you want to go see it?”

“That’s for sure, I’m putting together material for my second travelogue.”

The Colonel laughed heartily, patted his traveling bag, and said:

“Just what is needed now to fill out the story with more interesting things.”

“I’d advise you not to get too excited.”

Miriam sipped her water, rolled her eyes, and said:
“Because I also invited Becky.”

“That.”

The colonel’s face went bitter.

With his knowledge of Becky, that straight-tempered knight lady probably wouldn’t be as gentle as Miriam to reconnect with him.

This was indeed the case, when Miriam arrived at the Blood Wyvern Cloister with Fraser in tow, Becky, who was wearing a light armor, happily jumped up and waved her hand at Miriam, but when she saw Fraser, she instantly pulled down her face clenching her fists in the process.

“What’s the annoying guy doing here?”

Becky chortled:
“Do I have to beat you up to get it?”

“No, I’m just here to collect material.”

The Colonel replied weakly:

“I don’t have any challenge in mind, Bikki, as you wish, I’ve already written the withdrawal letter and sent it back to the family, in half a month, we won’t have anything to do with each other anymore.”

“Ch, that’s more or less the same.”

Miss Knight was finally satisfied.

She joyfully pulled Miriam’s wrist and walked towards the back corridor, with Fraser following behind like a little follower with a helpless face.

On the bright side, at least she didn’t get punched by Becky.

Well, that was the big victory of the day!

The three of them soon arrived at the Hall of Sons in the Cloisters, where a program reserved for the Feast of the Sacred Blood, in which the people ruled by the vampires offered gifts to their rulers for celebration, was taking place.

In the past, it had been a mere formality, but this year was different.

Sitting at the head of the table, Mrs. Tris looked at the boxes of wine that were being brought to her, and she was happy to see that they were being brought to her.

These are the “gifts” that the people from various neighborhoods took the initiative to put together, and even the Ancestor’s Woodland side sent the wine, which was hand-delivered by Valander, the Grail Knight of the mountain people, as an expression of the mountain people’s submissiveness.

However, when it was the turn of the small players to give their gifts, the situation changed subtly.

Because the object of their gifts was not Grand Duke Tris, but Governor Murphy, and when Murphy, who was sitting beside Tris, saw the small players with a wry smile, joyfully carrying a box up to the front, he sensed that things didn’t seem quite right.

And when Master Broken Blade, who was the dedicatee, personally lifted the red cloth covering the box and took one of the things out, Murphy was completely taut.

His eyes twitched as he looked at the katana wrapped in white cloth in Master Broken Sword’s hand, as well as the large stall chair behind him that was marvelously crafted out of wood.

These assholes also very heart of the chair hollowed out, made into Murphy’s memory of a certain “evil thing” exactly the same form.

What’s even more fucked up is, next to the hairy brother also holding a set of blue leather windbreaker and a set of form almost 100% reproduction of the combat uniform.

This guy even thoughtfully prepared a pair of long riding boots.

“Great Lord Murphy, please allow me to represent all the foreigners to send you our gifts for the Holy Blood Festival! These three items represent our blessings for your prosperous martial fortune!”

Master Broken Sword held that battle sword in his hand and shouted over the reaction of the surrounding players who were laughing like crazy:
“This battle sword ‘Yama’, the battle suit ‘Black Knight’, and most importantly the ‘Throne’ . We call it ‘Pava’! In our world, these three things represent endless power!

We dedicate its replica to you, representing our sincere blessings to you.

Please accept our gift.”

Murphy grimaced.

He looked at the three items in front of him with a subtle look, especially the evil “Big Ward” chair that made people tense up.

He could feel the players around him looking at him.

Everyone was waiting for the honorable mainline NPC to react to these three gifts.

How could he, as a dog planner, let his cute little players feel disappointed?
So in full view of everyone, Lord Murphy stood up, reached out to take the battle sword handed by Master Broken Blade, and drew one third of it in one smooth motion, and for a split second he really wanted to plunge this thing and cut down this damned blacksmith in front of him.

But in the end, Murphy just stepped forward and caressed the white dining chair as he whispered:
“What the hell kind of parva is this.”

“Crap! How could it be so divinely reproduced?”

The surrounding players were shocked, then immediately grabbed out the arithmetic treasure beads to click photos, seeing them so happy, the corner of Murphy’s mouth also spread a cold smile.

Very good!

If you guys are happy, then it’s time for this Governor to be “happy happy happy”.

“Swish!”

Murphy pulled out the white dining chair and sat on it, his hands leaning on the Yama Sword staring at the crowd in front of him, he said:
“Then, let the challenge of the warriors, begin!”

(End of chapter)