597.Chapter 595 – 594 – Tris always knows what to do.

Chapter 595 – 594…The good girl Tris always knows what to do to keep the little man in the house happy

At the same time Murphy returned to Transylvania to talk to the Scarlet Consul, whom he relied on, Julia, the goatman scholar who had returned with Murphy, and old man Finlay then went to visit the nominal master of the Blood Vulture Clan.

That is, the honorary elder of the “Dark Roots” organization, Lady Tris.

Frankly speaking, Tris was reluctant to receive these goatmen who came from afar, mainly because she knew her own family’s business.

When she first chose to become an elder of “Dark Roots” in the city of Vidya Abyss, it wasn’t for the sake of any goodness or beauty at all, her purpose at that time was really clear, it was just to utilize this identity to steal a few good things in the treasure trove of other goatmen.

For example, the dark vestments of the king of all spells and the legendary staff of all spells.

As a result, not only did she fail to steal the things, she was almost blocked and beaten by the goatman elders, and if it wasn’t for her good luck and the secret assistance of her good friends, the Scarlet Witch who was in the scenery back then was going to be wanted as a major criminal once again.

This matter is humiliating enough just to talk about it.

The very shameful Cuishi has always regarded it as her own “black history”, and tried every possible means to hide it, but it was too late, but now, not only does the family’s little man already know about all this, but even the goatman “old people” actually took the initiative to find the door.

Alas, how do you say?

The past can never disappear, the past has been shaping the present and will surely shape the future. This is really bad luck!
But these goatmen were Murphy’s “guests”, and little Murphy had high hopes for them, so Tris couldn’t just ignore them.

Alas, we can only take one step at a time.

Just in the blood vulture corridor in the living room, the face of the Cuishi heard knocking on the door, grunted and let the guests come in.

Dressed in the goatman’s traditional gloomy robes, Julia and the old goatman Finley entered the door, these two guys are really very courteous, as soon as they entered the door, they held the discipleship etiquette and respectfully saluted to the “Elder” in front of the eyes of the Cuixi.

Tris and Julia’s mentor is the same generation, she accepted this etiquette openly, and then saw the old goatman Finley, who had a few encounters back in the day, gave a precious gift.

It was a pair of strange black sharp claws, the prototype must have been huge, after the goatman’s secret method of tempering to make it shrink and maintain its original power, it was made into a pair of mighty sharp claw gloves that could be used by assassins.

The delicate spells glittering on this thing were by no means extraordinary at first glance, but Tris had seen it all before, and what she really cared about was the material the combat claws were made of.

“I’ve never seen similar beastly claws in the Dark Mountains.”

As Tris observed the sharp claws, she said in surprise:

“These look like the front claws of some kind of lizard? Where did you find this ingredient? Is this some sort of beast that you killed?”

“Not so, Elder Tris.”

The old goatman Finley was Julia’s tutor’s assistant, he had met Tris before, this was barely a “reunion of old friends”, after the vampire attendant served him hot tea, this old man sat on the chair beside Tris, twirling his goatee with great respect and replied:

“The material for these twin claw blades came from a routine inspection made by the Rangers of the Abyssal City several years ago, and right in the middle of the deep mountains where the Abyssal City is located, they found the remains of a giant beast. It was a strange beast that we had never seen before, brutal and powerful, crazy and terrifying, our inspectors brought the various materials of that beast back to Abyssal City, which caused a sensation at the time.

The scholars believed that it was a beast that had never appeared in the Dark Mountains before, perhaps migrating from elsewhere, and the sharp claws in your hand were one of the most valuable trophies from that harvest.

Unfortunately, that lucky inspection seemed more like the beginning of a disaster.

The very next year, similar behemoths frequented the mountains of Abyssal City, and many of our brave hunters and spellcasters died at their hands.

I won’t lie to you, Elder Tris.

After you left us in the first place, Abyssal City has maintained a fragile peace for so many years, but the appearance of those giant beasts seemed to symbolize some kind of uneasiness, and the higher-ups of Abyssal City were unable to solve the problem, and the number of the giant beasts was increasing, as if they were preparing to turn our mountain range into a lair.

The seer of the Abyssal City predicted bloodshed, and so we are already preparing to migrate, to move our city out of harm’s way to the safety of Mirror Lake further east.

But the factions have their own destinations between them, and no one can convince anyone, which has led to our infighting being intensified again.

However, even without the appearance of those mysterious behemoths, it was only a matter of time before the Abyssal City split, and the Baphomet Cult is just one of the products of this racial infighting, and it wasn’t even the most dangerous schism in the history of the Goatmen.”

“Alas, it sounds like the goatmen of today aren’t all that different from what I saw back then.”

Tris nodded.

She knew it was old Finley’s way of politely telling her about the terrible situation in Abyssal City today, but Tris wasn’t surprised by it.

In continental lore, goatmen stood for evil and darkness, and this legend was not based on bad racial discrimination, but was passed down based on the character traits of goatmen.

It was a bit of an exaggeration to say that these guys were inherently evil, but they really weren’t good people.

Goatmen were among those awful guys who had their infighting skills maxed out, and just because they were the smartest race in the Dark Mountains, it made them make good use of their intellectual powers to defend their enemies while also inflicting dark plots on their own people.

When Tris was “traveling” in the Abyssal City, it was an eye-opener for her, she had witnessed more than seven plots being inflicted on the same faction in three days, and on the day Tris became an honorary elder of the “Dark Roots”, a faction with thousands of members A faction of thousands was torn apart by different plots.

The goats have become accustomed to this almost monthly occurrence in Abyssal City.

“This is Julia, Elder Tris, she is the most outstanding disciple of your good friend Moran, and in the future, she will also inherit Moran’s position as a councilor in Abyss City and become the leader of the Dark Roots.”

Old Finley leaned on his goat’s head embellished cane and smiled as he introduced Julia to Tris, but Tris held her identity and did not talk to Julia immediately, but asked the old goatman:

“Finley, I hear something has happened to my good friend Moran? But did she really die of an illness? I don’t believe that a psychic master who has studied spells so profoundly that I am amazed by them would die of a sudden illness!
You goat people are also a species of longevity, and a ‘wellness master’ like Moran could easily live for eight hundred years.”

Tris said in a hushed voice:
“So, my buddy Moran was killed, right?”

Old Finley sighed and whispered:
“All I can tell you is that it was a battle of ideas! Elder Moran had explained to me before she left that night that once she was unable to return to let me take her apprentices and leave Abyssal City immediately.

To be honest, even though I am Elder Moran’s companion, I can’t know all of her thoughts and secrets.

However, as I was leaving with Julia and the other members of Dark Roots, I accidentally heard a piece of gossip, a rumor that the current lord of Abyssal City, Sarmok, had established a pact with some mysterious outsiders in order to avoid the species from splitting up again.

Perhaps Master Moran’s death is related to this matter.”

“Those outsiders are evil!”

Julia, who had been silent, raised her head at this moment and said:
“Although my mentor has never allowed me to intervene in the politics of the Abyssal City, I have seen her arguing with certain councilors with a face full of anger, and as you know, my mentor has always been a firm believer in the existence of the King of All Spells and believes that only Widia can lead the goat people to rise.

In the legacy of Abyssal City, we belong to the conservative faction of the conservative faction, and perhaps it is because of my mentor’s obstinacy that she has offended the narrow-minded city lord.”

“Alas.”

Although Tris regarded her activities in Abyssal City back then as “black history”, she had no ill feelings towards Master Moran, who had accepted her into the Dark Roots Organization.

In fact, Moran was indeed one of the people that Tris admired in terms of psychic knowledge, and although their relationship was not as close as bosom friends, it could definitely be considered a close friend.

After hearing about what happened to Moran and the terrible situation of her disciple who is now in a state of “banishment”, even though she originally did not intend to cause any trouble, she is now forced to intervene in this matter.

Once old friend’s peers and disciples have begged to their own here, as an honorary elder if you can’t give them shelter, it is a little too ashamed of the year Moran gave himself “important help”.

When she went to the goatman’s treasury to steal something and was almost discovered, it was Moran who risked the danger of being discovered and executed to cover her escape from the Abyssal City, which was a life-saving favor.

“So, how many elders are left in the Dark Roots now?”

Tris asked.

Old Finley’s eyes lit up and immediately answered:
“Counting you, there are still three, but the other two have a weak stance, they fear the city lord and can’t be as firm as Master Moran, Julia wants to return to the Abyssal City to inherit the seat, the biggest difficulty lies in these two elders.” Julia was clearly a bit smarter.

She used her unique cross-eyed pupils to observe Tris’s expression, guessing what she was thinking, and then suddenly thought of some “news” that her mentor had revealed to her once before when she was drunk on booze.

In Tris’s silence, Julia decided to take a gamble, and the bold and young goatman scholar whispered:

“After you left, our organization grew in Abyssal City for a time, and our mentor was one of the guardians of the Abyssal Treasures before she left, and her relics contain the key. Although it can’t open all the spell treasuries, if you can help me regain control of the Dark Roots, then I’m willing to give that key as a reward”

“Julia!”

Disgruntled, old Finley nodded his cane hard on the ground as it chortled:

“You are not qualified to make such a deal with Elder Tris! She is your elder, and you are to serve Elder Tris as you would serve your mentor, and the key left behind by Moran was meant to be inherited by her closest friend in this life.

It was not your personal possession.

Do you think Elder Tris would change her will because of some petty gain?

You underestimate a Blood Grand Duke.

Kneel!

Apologize!”

“Pah.”

Julia without hesitation fell to her knees in the disciple’s salute in front of Tris, and old Finlay sighed and said to the subtly-faced Tris:
“As you can see, Elder Tris, after Master Moran’s departure, this child has been left unchecked, leaving her without proper decency and etiquette, and she needs a Spirit Master as powerful as Moran to lead and educate her.

And Julia was a true genius!
Her understanding of spells and laws is simply as if she had been enlightened by the King of All Spells, and it only took her fifteen years to pass the Scholar Examination of the Abyssal City, and you should know what an amazing achievement that is.

I did have another reason for bringing her here this time.

We were saved by Lord Murphy in a time of crisis, and we are duty-bound to serve him, and Julia is eager to complete her unfinished studies in Transylvania.

So I have taken the liberty of wanting to ask you to take Moran’s place in tending to her disciples”

“You two really play a good double act!”

Tris said nonchalantly, slapping the table:
“This is blackmailing me with favors, it’s really the goatman’s style! Back then, Moran also used favors like this to blackmail me into joining the Dark Roots, but you guys have put your words this far, if I refuse again I’ll be a bit sorry for my old friend who has passed away.

I can accept Julia as a disciple.

I can give her the power to reorganize her faction in Transylvania, which is easy and simple, and I can even give this Book of All Spells, which was seized from the Baphomet cultists, to Julia’s faction to read and study.

But I also have my conditions!”

The Blood Vulture Archduke rose to his feet and stood before Julia, reaching out to stroke the elegant coiled horns of Julia, the goat woman.

She spoke softly:

“While you are learning the secret spells of the Book of Ten Thousand Spells, you are to help Phimis and I shape Transylvania’s unique psychic energy system, using the goatman’s already mature spell system and blood psychic energy as a foundation to fill in the curses and law spells of the Book of Ten Thousand Spells.

I will teach you all the psychic abilities I have mastered, Julia.

But you cannot leave Transylvania until you have finished shaping this system.

And as I was just about to say, what’s the point of being a councilor in a tiny Abyssal city?”

Tris snorted and said:
“Similar words I said to your mentor back then, I invited Moran to travel the continent with me to do something, but she had her heart set on her compatriots not wanting to leave, and now, I’m going to repeat it back to you.

Julia, and old Finlay, you two now have a choice!

Either you build up your strength in Transylvania and finally kill your way back to the Abyssal City to get the power that was taken from you, or you can settle in Transylvania and become the Blood Vulture Clan’s psychic allies.

My little Murphy will give you the power to coordinate psionic affairs.

You don’t even need to go back to the hopeless Abyssal City, you can mold the Abyssal City in Transylvania that belongs to the Dark Roots!
Of course, I can’t pretend I didn’t see Moran’s death!

I have had few friends in my life, so each one is important, and after you are ready, I will command you and the warriors of Transylvania in an expedition to the Abyssal City! We will kill the murderer and bring the Goatman’s Abyssal treasures back to Transylvania.

Not because we are greedy, that is Moran must be compensated for this death!”

Trixie’s demands were too much.

It was almost like asking Julia and old Finlay to break away from the goatman system and become completely subservient to Transylvania.

But neither Old Finlay nor Julia objected immediately.

The goatmen who could mix it up were all ambitious!

Instead of being an unranked councilor in the Abyssal City, it would be better to try their luck in Transylvania, which is “a place of great wind and water”, as Lord Murphy’s command lacks psychic power, so as long as they are willing to come, they will immediately be able to occupy a high position.

This kind of opportunity to hitchhike can be very rare, and there is also Tris this complex identity of the blood vulture grand duke to support them.

What’s more, the Dark Root Beard was now being suppressed beyond recognition.

However, Julia obviously still had worries, as she whispered:
“But we’re the goatmen, the evil ones in the mouths of the people, Elder Tris . No, Mentor! Can we really spread our learning openly in Transylvania? Despite Lord Murphy’s promises, I honestly have a shallow understanding of this land.”

“My little Murphy is the master of this earth, and if he says you can, then you can do great things with an open heart; he is the ordained Lord of Transylvania, and this earth will not rebel against his will.”

Tris said as she handed the Book of Ten Thousand Curses in her hand to Julia who was so excited that her body was trembling:
“Murphy even wants dog-headed people, you goat people are a proper highly intelligent species, he can’t wait to be happy. Of course, if you can present him with that key to the Abyssal Treasure Trove.”

“I hid the key my mentor left behind in a mountainous area outside of Abyssal City.”

Julia answered without any hesitation:
“As long as Lord Murphy needs it, I can retrieve it immediately.”

“I’ll go.”

Old Finley stood up and said:

“I happen to be going back to the Abyssal City as well, if we withdraw from the councilor’s battle for the Dark Roots, then the other two elders must give compensation.

It just so happens that Lord Murphy needs a psychic force to assist his warriors in guarding the Valley of the Shadows, the Spell Corps of the Dark Roots can take on this task, and I will be recruiting as many talented goatman spellcasters as I can to come to Transylvania and raise a new faction.

But the Baphomet cult is a real problem, Elder Tris.

Those Fallen Ones are summoning the Nightmare Cult, and with the Grand Canyon being so far from the Abyssal City but so close to Transylvania, you we must take it seriously!”

“Don’t worry, Old Finley, my new Archduke Steward.”

Tris said with an unconcerned wave of her hand:
“The Baphomet cult won’t be a problem, trust me, and finally, welcome to Transylvania, you’ll love it here, I’m sure of it, it’s really only a matter of time.”

(End of chapter)