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Chapter 540 539.Life-Weaving Maiden’s First Mission of Allegiance is to Play Rapunzel
“The matter of the blood contract . Let’s talk about it after we finish the operation in the Dark Valley.”

Murphy pushed away the Life Weaver Maiden who had been tempting him.

His movements were very decisive.

On one hand, it was because he didn’t want to provoke Tris.

On the other hand, it was also because Murphy’s XP was relatively conservative, and the purity of this “extra-human mother” in front of him was too high, so high that it made Murphy afraid to think about it.

The human form has six hands, and the spider form is even more horrible, although to be honest it is not ugly, but which normal man can be in love with this kind of thing ah?

Although he didn’t say it explicitly.

But this pushing action already represented everything, how could Villanther, a woman who could even hold a high position in the Shadow Elf family, not understand Murphy’s attitude?

So she instantly transformed from a seductive demoness into a “daughter of holiness”, waiting for Murphy’s order with a rather conservative posture, this action showed that all the previous flattery, all the desire, all the temptation and degradation were actually pretended by this guy!

Worthy of being Ms. Spider’s chosen one, he was simply gifted in this aspect.

The vampire lord who was far from knowledgeable at this point still had some concerns about Villanther’s allegiance, and he immediately decided to contact Tris to seek the Scarlet Witch’s advice.

But to be honest, Murphy’s worries had been much less after the life-weaving maiden had revealed her relationship with the Spider Lady.

The reason was simple, it wasn’t the first time he had experienced something similar. Aside from the slightly bizarre location and circumstances of the encounter with Villancer, the incident itself could be summarized as something like Turner and the God of the North Wind, Livin and the Holy Spirit of the East, Old Finok and Avalon, or something like that.

All with an astral giant placing his eyes beside Murphy’s.

Mother Earth’s eyes were also in place, if you counted the Master Illich who had gotten hooked on the taste of flying wine and was stuck in Transylvania with no intention of leaving.

Okay, so this god-related thing sounds pushy, but when the same thing has happened three times and is about to happen a fourth time, the funniest or most amazing trick has lost its charm.

Murphy’s current state is long overdue for a dead pig in a poke.

He had known for a long time that sooner or later he would have to deal with all the deities of the entire continent all over again, and when he had unsealed the Ten Thousand Elephants in the Creator’s Land, Murphy had also learned from the Creator’s message that all of these Astral World Giant Spirits had once had a relationship with the Creator.

The Creator called them “cute little animals”, which means that their contact with the Alpha is not just destiny, but probably a directive left by the Creator before he left.

It was something that could not be denied.

What’s more, Murphy really needed these high-end forces now.

But after all, the Vampire Governor had already worked in a management post for a small half year, and he knew that what was so desired by people could not be given freely, and that this desire in itself could be the greatest motivation for urging his employees to work earnestly, and Murphy, who was well versed in the way of Pua, had already decided to accept this uninvited Fate-Weaver Maiden, though.

But this does not affect him from now on to encourage his new subordinates to work well.

He pondered for a moment and then confirmed in the Core Treasure Pearl that his small players had already found the entrance to Baphomet’s great dungeon, which would be divided into several squads that were exploring downwards.

If they were lucky enough, then in twenty minutes they would reach the area that had been purged by Murphy.

However, considering the extremely complicated terrain of Baphomet’s palace, this time would be stretched out until some lucky people entered this place by mistake.

This meant that Murphy still had a bit of time.

So he asked again:
“You just said that the last remnants of an Evil God’s last rumblings are hidden underneath this dungeon?”

“No, no, no, I didn’t say that, my handsome master, your use of words in this aspect of psychic knowledge is really inaccurate.”

Villancer shook his head in explanation:

“I am saying that this dungeon hides some of the cunning things that the unknown evil god left behind in this age, there is no direct path to the lair of the evil god here, but thanks to the Nightmare Cult goatman thugs doing evil things day in and day out, resulting in essences of despair and misery all over this great dungeon.

What we are in is still just the upper area.

This is where the goat people used to perform their gladiatorial sacrifices and where they herded their ‘livestock’ for entertainment.

The real Baphomet Palace is on the lower level, just down the road from where we are to the real lair of the goat people.

The most evil and insane goat thugs in all of the Dark Mountains, led by an old man named Larouche, have found some remnant of the rituals here that allow them to move freely back and forth between this place and their own territory.

I also perceive that they seem to have mastered some evil powers related to dreams, perhaps a gift from the unknown evil god they serve.

In short, this is a nest of evil, master.

If there is no external disturbance, after most years, the goat people will be ‘divinely accomplished’ and they will have the ability to awaken that evil god.

Time has erased that evil god’s real name, and the goat people call it ‘Baphomet’ according to the local place name, this place can basically be regarded as a ‘Baphomet Nightmare Temple’, a truly evil place.

Someone with a great mission like you shouldn’t be wandering around such a dangerous place.

Especially when you are not strong enough.”

The Fate Weaver Maiden warned thoughtfully:
“The conspiracy between the goatmen and Baphomet is not a secret in the Dark Mountains, but it is difficult for outsiders to come into contact with this, and my opinion is that it would be best for you to stay out of it, lest the local goatman cultists see you as an enemy.

They have been here for generations to make services for the awakening of the evil gods, and Baphomet doesn’t know what promises he has given them, in short, you shouldn’t get involved in the affairs of these gods, maintaining neutrality is a very important attitude.

If you don’t intend to commit blasphemy in the sanctuary of Avalon, then you shouldn’t dispense justice in the temple of Baphomet either.”

“That’s not true, I know the goat people have an ‘Abyssal City’ deep in the Dark Mountains.”

Murphy said with a frown:
“Is there any contact between the goat people over there and the goat people here?”

“Well, that’s a bunch of conservative goat people, a bunch of dumbasses who are stupid enough to stick to tradition in a chaotic age.

They know that Baphomet is no good, and they do their best to keep their already evil fellow goatmen from slipping into the arms of the Evil God, yet the old curmudgeons of the Abyssal City can’t even come up with a single belief that can stand up to Baphomet’s dark temptations.

Their so-called deity, the self-proclaimed ‘King of All Spells’, Widia, never responds to them.

Even the existence of this deity is a matter of doubt.”

True to her reputation as a native of the Dark Mountain Range, Velanthar knew all about the grudges of these foreign races, and in a few words, she clarified the rivalry between the two groups of golems.

With a look of contempt, she said:
“Goatmen are originally products born from the darkness, my lord, their hearts yearn to return to the darkness, and my mentor once commented that these goatmen are inherently evil.

They are villains with bad water bubbling in their souls, and if the so-called traditions don’t satisfy their dark cravings, even without the Baphomet, they will just as likely run off to find similar contraptions elsewhere.

For example, the ‘Lord of Darkness’ that is widely rumored in the Dark Mountain Range and is said to eventually devour all light, and then the Lord of the Hunt that the jackals crazily worship, as well as the Twilight Extermination Faith that has been very popular in recent years, and so on.

This was simply beyond the control of the goat people themselves.

If the fools of Abyssal City wanted to pull their people back from the fall, they themselves would have to become more evil before they could do so.

Those guys have their good points, though; they haven’t given up on ‘saving’ the souls of their compatriots, and right near the Black Flame Pass they have a little stronghold for keeping tabs on the movements of the Baphomet cult.”

“Well, I know about that stronghold, I just want to ask, if my warriors can help the goatmen of Abyssal City slaughter the cultists of the Baphomet’s underground palace, can those old curmudgeons come up with a decent reward?”

Murphy asked.

This question made Villanther freeze in place, and after the Life Weaver girl repeatedly confirmed that Murphy wasn’t joking, she said doubtfully:
“Seeing their compatriots continuously falling into the darkness over the centuries, the goatman elders of the Abyssal City were going crazy, they even placed a bounty on the Shadow Elf assassins, but unfortunately the terrain of the Baphomet’s palace was too complicated, even the Shadow Elf assassins would have trouble moving swiftly here, so that order ended up not being fulfilled.

However, my lord, are you serious?
These goatmen sound evil, but they are just hiding in the dark underground palace to play their little plots and occasionally kidnap some unlucky people on the surface, compared to the other beings in the dark mountain range, the most vicious goatmen are also simply as good as a good boy.

As I said earlier, there is absolutely no need for you to get involved in this mess.

It will not help your cause at all, and will only reap a bunch of crazy thugs as your enemies, and considering that the Black Plague is coming, my opinion is that you should value the lives of your warriors.”

“You don’t understand, Velanthar, you don’t understand the lifestyle of us Transylvanians who die of boredom if we don’t fight for a day, we thrive there on such violent heroes who like to meddle in the affairs of others, and with a little incentive, my warriors would be happy to patronize the lair of the cult of Baphomet once a week.

They are such zealous partners in justice, after all. But I don’t blame you, you’re just a distant elf from the Eternal Rift after all, it’s only natural that you don’t understand our way of life.

It’s okay, once you come into contact with my warriors, you’ll realize that these Baphomet cultists aren’t a burden to them at all, that’s just their ‘perks’ outside of war.”

Murphy laughed.

He took out an arithmetic pearl with open permissions from his bosom, handed it to Villanther, and said:
“The specific methods of dealing with my warriors are in it along with the Transylvanian Civil Servant Code, and I’m sure that with your cunning intelligence you’ll soon learn how to interact with my warriors.

Since you want to serve me, I will give you this opportunity.

You stay here!
Issue an elite escort mission to the first lucky warriors to meet you, and have them escort you out of the Baphomet Palace back to the Valley of the Shadow to join your servants.

Along the way don’t run so directly to the door, since it’s an elite mission it should be difficult, first take them around the area, preferably attracting some Baphomet cultists to fight with them so that they realize you’re a person of important status.”

The Vampire Governor spoke eloquently, but Villanther’s expression grew more and more odd.

She sensed that the mindset of the fate-beloved vampire in front of her seemed to be very different from the vampires she had met or “tasted” before, or even the vast majority of them she had met.

She was a very good seer, but she simply couldn’t understand the point of Murphy’s assignments.

She was down and out though.

Although her gold rank strength had slipped to silver due to a serious injury, and it would take a long period of recuperation to slowly recover, the slip was only in strength, and both her profession and her skills were true gold strength.

Not to mention a group of Baphomet cultists, even if you let those “Nightmare Fallen” in the lowest level of the dungeon to rush out, it will not be able to stop Vilantha’s coming and going as she pleases.

In addition to being a spell caster type of life weaving girl priestess, she is also a powerful sword bard, it is not an exaggeration to say that Vilantha can easily kill from one end of the Baphomet’s palace to the other without blinking an eye with her four swords.

She didn’t even need a bunch of pathetic black iron warriors to escort her.

However.
This was the master’s mission! It was the first mission that her master had sent her! She had just sworn to dedicate herself to her master, but if she couldn’t even do a good job of “playing the clown”, this oath of allegiance would be a bit too ridiculous.

So Velanther didn’t choose to refuse, even though she had a lot of complaints in her heart.

What’s that, just “role-playing”?

Any adult Shadow Elf was good at that, especially when they were having fun.

Dressing up as a moon elf priest was just an appetizer; back in the days when the city of Megawa existed, the favorite role-playing game of Velanthir and her pampered men was to play the role of the poor moon elf queen captured by jackals, facing off against a mob of hungry men with all kinds of strange things in their hands, and summoning a couple of Astral things to warm them up.

Don’t doubt it!
Shadow Elf XP is just that wild, and that’s a strange realm that normal people wouldn’t even think of.

“Don’t forget to pay after they’ve gone through all the trouble of getting you out of here.”

Murphy was ready to leave.

As he backed up into the shadows while sending George back to the ancestral woodlands with a reverse summons, he emphasized to Villanther:
“I know you must have a lot of goodies in your hands as a life-weaving maiden, but don’t give them too good.

Base it on the gauntlets and weapons they are currently using, just a little better.

Of course, considering that you are an important character in this next part of the plot, you can also set the rewards to be very ‘over-modeled’ items, but you have to control the speed and amount of rewards given.

Do you know why?”

“Because no one will treasure what is too easy to get, and the rewards are plucked up over and over again if left unchecked, I will soon be unable to satisfy their cravings and be reduced to a pitiful creature that no one pays attention to, and Shadow Elves know how to make good use of their desires.”

Velanthar returned.

This answer satisfied Murphy greatly, he nodded and said:

“I’ve already confirmed it, you will definitely become the best NPC in Transylvania besides Tris and I. You have the potential to make them go crazy for you, I’ve just experienced this myself.

You can tease them, but don’t go too far.”

“I understand, Master, any Shadow Elf understands that aspect well.”

Velanther returned confidently, Murphy wanted to advise her not to be so confident, after all, the foreigners were not those fools she remembered who could be easily fooled, but on second thought, letting this cunning and evil life-weaving girl “see the world” was probably not a bad thing either.

So he nodded, pointed to the sky, and said:
“I’ll be waiting for you at the entrance, so cooperate with me and put on a show to really kick off the initial mission of the ‘Black Plague DLC’. Velanthar, I won’t lie to you, I have an important plan in this great land.

If you want to gain power under me and, in your words, share in my destiny, then do it well.

I for one am very generous to my subordinates.

You don’t have to respond, just use your eyes, I won’t treat anyone who is willing to serve the greatness of Transylvania, be it a player or an NPC.

Your nickname is ‘Weaver’?
No, that nickname is too common!

It’s difficult to arouse their curiosity and admiration, from now on, I’m giving you a new nickname, and from this night onwards, you’ll call yourself ‘Blind Seer’.”

“Ah, but I’m not blind how about I poke myself in the eye? I don’t need eyes as a Sword Bard and Life Weaver Maiden anyway.”

“Uh, there’s no need to do that, just put on the blindfold, nah, this ice silk blindfold is for you, the white one goes well with your dark skin, break your shirt a little, don’t show too much but show that you’re different.

This is your grand entrance!
Make sure you treat it with care.”
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“Holy shit, this hellhole is like a king-sized escape room with no guide! I’m sure we’ve been going around the same spot three times already.”

In the dark tunnels of Baphomet’s underground palace, the brothers of the Demon Eight Jackpot set walked through the crooked tunnels with grumbling faces, carrying their lamps and escorted by undead minions.

Nishiki, who had been converted to a vampire, grown wings, and become a true “Demon of the Sky”, complained loudly:
“I’ve contacted my other brothers and sisters, and they’ve fallen into the same predicament! They’re all trapped in the maze, and the worst part is that there are randomly refreshed goatmen mobs.

Those guys are all at the Black Iron rank, with the occasional elite monster that specializes in using nasty curses and stealth, and this disgusting and incomparable skill was just born to go with this heavenly angry environment!

I feel like the development team gave us a whole lot of work.

Why don’t we just exit first? Get ready and come back in? The main thing is that we don’t know where the kidnapped Life Weaver girl is, so how long do we have to run around like flies?”

“Makes sense.”

Curse Blue, the leader of the Demon Bajaji set, nodded.

The guy’s conversion to a Nord gave him the ability to manipulate cold, and in the chill of the ice shield, he poked the skull lantern in his hand forward and said to his brothers:
“We’ll turn back after this tunnel, it’s a bit dangerous here, no one has much experience on their first visit, so it looks like we need to . Huh? Do you hear that? Someone up ahead yelling for help?”

“Huh? I only heard elvish.”

The demon of the mountain, Pogon, who had turned mountain folk to make himself large and stocky, spat out:
“How do you tell when someone is trying to save their life?”

“Gee whiz, is there any need to discern that? What else would a girl kidnapped here cry out for help in a situation like this but help? Go, go, go! Maybe it’s that life-weaving girl.”

Curse Blue heatedly laughed and took big steps forward to rush towards the place where the sound came from.

They thought they were going to see a fallen shadow elf.

And so it was, as they rounded the corner and saw Ms. Velanthar huddled in the corner in a “weak” state.

The latter’s ceremonial robe was torn and tattered, and under the light one could still see an ice silk blindfold on her delicate face, her hands clasped around her body to prevent her nakedness from leaking out, and the other four hands covering her body, but a pair of slender and seductive legs curled up under the torn ceremonial robe, making Curse Blue gulp.

“Crap! This modeling reminds me of Lady Tris. This must be an important NPC without a doubt!”

Nishiki, who had flown over, was also dumbfounded as he exclaimed:

“But how come she has six hands?”

“Wouldn’t that be better? Heh heh heh.”

(End of chapter)