567.Chapter 565 564 That’s my closest teacher! Gotta add uh

Chapter 565 564.That’s my teacher to the core! Gotta add . Uh, no extra money! -630 more.

(6/20 for “Huo Zheng is fine”)

Shani really saw in Ms. Oksana’s ancient dream another truth about the day of destruction of the Eden district from her perspective.

She also named a legion of “Sentinels”, which immediately reminded Murphy of the image of the Legion of the Forest Chalice handed to him by the Knight of Valand.

Murphy pondered whether the so-called “Sentinels” were referring to the gods of the Astral Plane.

But if he thought about it carefully, it seems that in all the information about the Eden Region, there is no mention of the Astral Deities, and he saw in the image of the Wooden Chalice that the region where the gods are located has been infected by the power of subspace.

Combining the details in the memories of Salokdar and Oksana, it was highly likely that the destruction that occurred in the Eden District was the first outbreak of subspace power in the material world.

Until then, the entire world was in the midst of the Creator’s perfect blueprint advancement.

In other words, the Astral Deities only appeared after the destruction of the Eden District?
This.
Murphy thought of this possibility and was instantly moved, he glanced at Tris who was still comforting the disoriented Shani and quietly took a few steps back and reached out and touched his hand on his heart.

The strange and muffled voice of Mannis the Endless sounded in Murphy’s heart in the next instant:
“Well, my handsome and powerful earthly body, where are you? Why is this psychic link so fast and clear? I can’t even feel the slightest murmur of psychic energy.”

“I am in the Land of Creation, as in our contract that I am trying to find the way to the Heart of the World for the great Endless One.”

Murphy gave a small pat on the back, then changed the subject and asked:
“You said before that you got the truth about His becoming a god from the daughter of the Star Realm Dragon? There’s a question about the gods . Don’t worry, I won’t rob secrets that only belong to you, Mannis, I just want to know, when was the first god born?”

“Wow, isn’t that digging into the secrets of my heart?”

The Endless One hissed irritably, just like a dangerous rattlesnake, but it thought for a moment but did not hide this answer, saying:

“Time takes on a very different form in my eyes than it does in yours; to me it seems like it happened yesterday, but converted to your scale, the exact time would have been 971 years ago”

“Indeed!”

Murphy narrowed his eyes as he said:

“It was only after the end of the Golden Age that the Age of the Gods was ushered in? No wonder the Creator called Him ‘cute little creatures’, I always thought that this was the Creator’s words to proclaim his ego’s power, but I didn’t realize that people were just being truthful.

So, that ‘Era Contract’ was also shaped at that time, right?”

“Well, the chosen spirits drank the wine of godhood, melted their oaths into the cups, and then threw those chalices over the world to represent the formation of the pact and the fulfillment of the oaths.”

Mannis summarized the situation with a rather literary description, but Murphy was uninterested in that scene, and grasping the point of the question, he questioned:
“Then, it should have been the 40th year of the Era, at that time, the Eden refugees had only just entered the continent still in the state of feeling their way and growing up, so who on earth signed the Era Contract with the spirits on behalf of this world?
It can’t really be the Sangha people, can it?”

“Uh, your question is a bit beyond my knowledge.”

The Endless One was also a bit confused by this damned question, it pondered for a moment and said:
“I hadn’t really considered this detail before, Murphy, you little smart ghost, the Eden District was once a symbol representing the majesty of the Creator, but after its destruction, there are actually organizations that can step in on behalf of the Creator and even give the Wine of Becoming a God at will, wow all those truths that were hidden in the past history are wonderful all of a sudden.

But I know, Murphy, that you are not a fool who only asks questions, so what is the answer you have in mind?”

“I think it would be the ‘Sentinels’.”

Murphy returned, then explained:
“Don’t ask me what that is, I don’t know, I only just learned the truth about the Eden Zone disaster from one of my compatriots, and learned that the Sentinels made an appearance to stop the subspace invasion of the material world during the subspace disaster 1111 years ago, and that that organization clearly possesses great power.

They may be the real diehards left in this world by the Creator, and it is possible that the Heart of the World can be hidden for more than a thousand years because these guys are secretly protecting it.

That said, Mannis, you always bragged that time was an open book in front of you, for you to flip through.

Then can you tune back to the point in time when the Eden District was destroyed and help me see the true colors of the Sentinels?”

Murphy’s request silenced the Endless One.

Like all guys whose skins are poked and prodded, the Time Serpent’s embarrassment at the moment touched Murphy deeply, and the vampire lord felt like he’d said something stupid, and if he were Mannis this would probably be a three-room house with his toes in the air.

Just when he was worried that Mannis would not be annoyed and unilaterally break the contract in a fit of pique, the Endless One just sighed and said grudgingly:
“Time is indeed a book spread out before my eyes, but spreading it out is one thing, being able to read it or not is another, I’m just a poor, helpless young snake after all, you can’t ask me to be versatile up again.

There are certain areas in the stream of time that I can’t go to, or even near.

Damned Ao also specifically warned me that pursuing the Ascending God’s Rank is certainly possible, but certain taboos are not to be touched, and the price of playing small-mindedness in this matter is destined to be heavy.

I can’t go to that point in time, Murphy.

Not only can I not go there, I even have to stay away from there, including the Golden Age of time is taboo for me, unless I can complete the ascension to God, then I have already transcended beyond the destiny, I can even take you with me to go there.

But again, we can only watch, we cannot intervene.

For the past shapes the present, and we live in the present.”

“Well, I see, it was a foolish request on my part.”

Murphy nodded, glanced at Shani who had recovered, and said:

“So, can I ask you, in which corner of the Frozen Sea is the Thorn Clan’s lost holy relic ‘Fallen Virtue’ hidden? That point in time is where you can go, right?

It’s only logical that all the secrets in this world can’t be hidden from you, right?”

“Hmph, but asking secrets from me requires money, my dear Murphy, in your words, quid pro quo, it’s not that I’m greedy, but that’s how the rules of the Articulated Serpent Clan are.”

Manis said in a cold voice:

“Although the cooperation between the two of us is quite pleasant up to this point, but you’d better not make some excessive demands based on my favor Seeing as you helped me figure out some historical details today, I’ll give you one piece of information for free.

Those battle claws you asked for are long gone from the Frozen Sea!
327 years ago, the Fallen Mede was salvaged from the bottom of the ocean by a fisherman from Ice Bay, the guy traded that thing for a ton of money but also got himself in trouble, his clan was slaughtered by a mysterious force and the Fallen Mede ended up in the hands of the Church of Avalon after it bounced around a few times over the next 300 years.

They regarded it as evil and placed it in the care of the Grey Knights, and I’ll whisper to you that when your sweet Tris followed Salokdar to the Holy Land of Glamour to get into trouble, there was a Fallen Virtue in one of the boxes she brushed past.

That was probably the closest the Sacrament of Thorns has come to a vampire since it was lost, and sadly, you have lost it forever.

The destruction of the Church of Avalon caused the relic to be lost in the chaos, and a strange power took it afterward, and those powers can interfere with time, and I can’t tell where the Fallen Virtue is now.”

“Hmph, cunning!”

Murphy chortled:
“You don’t know where it is, so you return my favor with a story? Is this the beautiful tradition of the Articulated Serpent Clan? Shall I ask for another one?”

“That’s enough, Murph! Don’t play childish.”

The Endless One assumed the posture of an elder and chided:

“If I’ve learned anything in this long life, it’s that all secrets have a price, and there are no secrets in this world that can be easily obtained.

If you want to dig away more ‘time treasures’ from me, then you should behave decently for me, see, I have seven green jade seals imposed by Ao, and for every one you help me unlock, I’ll give you an absolutely precious secret for free.

Deal?”

“How am I supposed to undo them? That’s an absolute punishment set by a deity.”

Murphy said, disgruntled:

“I think you’re just giving me a hard time.”

“Gee whiz, the method was told to you before, finding the Creation Energy, Murphy, it’s so easy and enjoyable for the Alpha that it’s not even hard to talk about the job.”

Mannis said:

“There are plenty of creation ruins on the continent, even just in the Dark Mountains would be enough for you to find what I need, but you can dig up treasure if you put your mind to it.

I don’t need much, a single jar of standard unit of creation energy is enough to unlock a lock, and with each lock unlocked, the more power I can give back to you.

You see, it doesn’t hurt you if I’m powerful, right?
Also, as a reminder, it’s best to practice the three powers I’ve given you to perfection before the Silver Trial, they can converge into an additional ‘Ancestor Power’ for you.

Don’t say I don’t take care of you~
That’s it, I don’t have much energy, so let’s chat here, I have to keep dodging that damn old turtle Tretan’s trail.

That old guy really holds a grudge, it’s just that he drew something on his turtle shell, ch, can’t figure out the turtle’s brain circuits.”

After saying that, the connection of the Endless One quietly dissipated in Murphy’s mind, and at this time, the talk between the two Archdukes was also declared to be over, and Shani regained her usual calmness, but from the perspective of those lost lights in her eyes, it became clear that the blow of the original sin for her was indeed terrible. She needed a little time to calm down.

“I need to offer you a bounty.”

Murphy stepped forward, pulled out the journal that he had gotten from the Seeker, and told Shani:
“From the Dusk believers, I learned of a shameless planting that took place in the Tower of the Ring, and in order to quell King Louis’ anger, the Dusk forces hidden in the Tower of the Ring secretly did something to make the Master of Plastic Energy, Ms. ‘Dragon Flame’ Lina Firm-Anitara, a rebel, and her Plastic Energy faction has been purged She herself escaped from the White Cliffs, her whereabouts unknown, claiming to have committed suicide.

A Spiritual Energy Master trying to hide, I guess not many people can find her, but we need her now, a Plastic Energy Master full of anger will definitely become the deadliest knife in our small group.

Shani, I need you to mobilize Clan Thorn’s intelligence network to find Ms. Lina as soon as possible and arrange for her to come to Transylvania to meet me.”

“Hmm, leave it to me.”

Shani took the diary with her cloak, in the process she made contact with Murphy’s fingers, the two of them immediately separated as if they were electrocuted, the two of them looked at each other again, then awkwardly twisted their heads.

Damn!

The resonance of that ancient dream was just too nasty, and the biggest problem was that it was so real, it was like Murphy had actually had some… with Shani.
Uh, can’t go on.

“I need to calm down!”

Shani said to Tris:

“Can I rest here for a couple hours? I need to organize my thoughts, what I saw was overly frightening.”

“Of course, my poor little Shani.”

Feeling joyful that she had finally seen Shani at her most vulnerable, which meant that she had the upper hand in the battle between the two Archdukes, Tris skillfully demonstrated her generosity as half owner of this place.

Murphy, on the other hand, spoke at that moment:
“I’m going to Wolf Castle, will come back as soon as possible, Tris you take care of Ms. Shani for me.”

After saying that, Murphy walked out of the Biological Hall with big strides, this gesture made Tris a little puzzled, she said:
“Why does Murphy feel strange today, it seems like he is hiding something from me?”

“Maybe you’re overthinking it.”

Shani said quietly as she moved her body a little uncomfortably:

“Is there a place to wash up here? I need a shower and a change of clothes.”

“Of course, the bath facilities here are great, they even have massages, come on my Shani sister, I’ll teach you what you should do with these legacies of the Creator.

Well, I must say, our Creator really knows how to enjoy himself.”
—
Wolfsburg, although Hogg had left, Nash, the new chief who had been placed here, had efficiently taken over Clan Bloodclaw’s activities here.

Not all of the jackal chiefs have shown obedience to Nash’s assumption of the chiefship, but Nash feels he has the means and the means to resolve this “internal strife”, perhaps one of the challenges Lord Hogg has left for him to demonstrate his wisdom?

In any case, Nash was not here when Murphy arrived at the Wolf’s Castle, but he left a few of his lackeys behind to lead the dog-heads in their efforts to repair the castle’s facilities.

The first and foremost is the warlock tower, the dog people have already cleared out the original five-story tower, a team of dog architects belonging to the Brotherhood of Stonemasons is under the leadership of the first dog “foreman” born among them to do the construction.

The tower’s new owner, Master Heru, had ordered a new tower structure from the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, and in perhaps half a month, he would be living in his dream mage tower.

In his temporary office, Heru would fulfill his duties as a Quartermaster, gathering the needs of the players and exchanging them for the appropriate components of the T2 – King of Clans set.

Players were polite to him, and a few newcomers were running around to help Heru run errands to earn the NPC’s favor.

Murphy walked into the room, Heru is still busy, his work attitude is really great, out of the layer of the aura of the detective, if Heru is bent on politics, sooner or later can be mixed in this hot land of Transylvania to an administrative count or even higher level.

That is also another sense of “outstanding”.

But unfortunately, Murphy brought him a bad news today, he signaled Heru not to get up and salute, reached out and handed him the information extracted from the diary of the cultists about Heru’s mentor faked his death to escape and joined the Twilight to become a cultist.

Heru was a bit puzzled at first, but after he read the transcribed sheet, his entire being went bad.

“No! This can’t be!”

Heru screamed as he held his head:
“My mentor . That damn horny old man, how could he he . Not! This must be a cultist smear, my mentor is really sick and dying, he’s the one who didn’t join the dreaded cultist organization!
Hell!

How could he!”

It was obvious that Heru and his mentor had a really good relationship, although he called the other party a “horny old man”, Heru had also said before that the fact that a spell caster like him with no status, no background and even no talent was able to make it to a title in the Tower of the Ring was all due to the hard work of his mentor, who was very marginalized in the Tower of the Ring’s system.

Even after his mentor died of illness, Heru left the Tower of the Ring without any hesitation, so it can be seen that this guy’s feelings for the Tower of the Ring all came from his mentor’s care, not really how loyal he was to that organization.

But the truth of the matter is so hurtful.

Heru himself knew that the fact that Lord Murphy could show this to him meant that His Lordship must have gotten hold of the evidence, and Heru was no less than a Banco-born spellcaster who quickly calmed down after experiencing anger and pain.

He wiped his eyes and said to Murphy:
“I I know what you want to ask, but I haven’t received any information back from my mentor during this time I . I am loyal, my lord!”

“Well, you are indeed.”

Murphy’s ears twitched as the prying ears of Desire’s energy swept through all the hidden corners of Heru’s mind, even overhearing his depraved pleasures in Batasin City while “playing” with a Countess, a Baroness, and a Noble Lady all at the same time.

Heru this guy looks honest, but in fact in private actually and those three ladies to maintain a certain frequency of correspondence, and even very flirtatious invitation to them in their own mage tower is built, come to the swamp for a not in line with the nobleman style, but will definitely be very exciting “winter travel”.

Geez, Bull should learn from Heru, he’s a natural sea king!
But the energy of desire did not find out that Heru was lying, he really did not get the message from his mentor who had become a cultist, which made Murphy feel a little bit more relieved.

But then Murphy pulled out his chair and sat down across from Heru as he said:

“Your mentor’s business is something that needs to be resolved, Heru, and if it’s inconvenient or unwilling for you, Phantom Intelligence will be sending you his actual obituary at some point in the future, hopefully you’ll be ready for it.”

“No, my lord!”

Heru clenched his fists as he whispered:

“I’m going to join in, and I’m going to ask the crazy old man myself why he did it! He’s always wanted a mage tower of his own.

It could be broken, it could be old, it could even be smaller.

He’s always wanted it!
But I’ve got the Mage Tower, so why does he . I’m going to join the Phantom Intelligence Bureau! My lord, I want in on this.

If my mentor has truly done something irreparable, I . I wish to see him off with my own hands. I can’t fake my way out of something like this!

He is looking after me as a son, and I must . I have a responsibility!”

“It is dangerous, Heru.”

Murphy looked at the angry and pained psionicist in front of him, and he said bluntly:

“And since you’re a scout who’s not good at fighting, I won’t stop you if you decide to participate, but the risk of death is something you’ll have to bear on your own. That ‘old friend’ of your mentor’s is a pretty dangerous guy, and I can’t say what kind of radical ideas that asshole will instill in your mentor, but I think it’s best if you don’t think so fondly of where things are headed.

You know what I mean?”

“Uh-huh.”

Heru said firmly as he wiped his eyes:

“Please don’t tell my sister-in-law about this, she’s just found love and I can’t let her risk her life for me again, she deserves better.”

“Better worry about yourself, Bull protects Ambrosia like a baby and won’t let her get hurt.”

Murphy said as he removed a vial of source blood from his pocket and handed it to Heru:
“This is your ’employee insurance’, remember to build up your mind ahead of time when you have to use it at some point, I mean, write a suicide note or something.

I’ll send your decision to Adele, and on the day you need to act, I hope you don’t pull a crotch, and my suggestion is that while learning the various detection psychic abilities has consumed a lot of your energy, perhaps you should make a conscious effort to make yourself strong from now on.

If your mentor has already made up his mind to become a member of the Twilight, then I’m afraid I think it would be really hard to pull him back from that wrong path just by relying on warmongering and mouths to feed.

Also, finding out that your beloved father-like figure has a complicated side is surely the same as the sky falling for a child, but I’m sorry for your loss, Heru.”

(End of chapter)