631.Chapter 629 628 The Travelers of Chardonnay Harbor

Chapter 629 628.The Travelers of Chardonnay Harbor
Tris had always been a bold character.

She caused a lot of trouble because of this character when she was a Scarlet Witch, and after that, being assassinated by Salokdar caused her to fall down and become weak for more than a hundred years seemed to have smoothed out this character to become salty.

However, there is an old saying that rivers and mountains are easy to change, and this can be used to describe Tris perfectly.

Underneath her calm, salty, and Buddhist appearance, the radical part of her that belonged to the Scarlet Witch actually never disappeared, but only shifted in form.

As the most outstanding theologian on the continent, Tris traveled the continent back then in order to figure out the mysteries of the deities, whether there was an answer or not was left aside for now, but in the matter of shaping the Holy Light Faith with Murphy, the bizarre enthusiasm and super boldness that Tris showed really made even Murphy feel surprised.

The fact that two vampires were conspiring to create a deity was outrageous enough just by the sound of it, but what was even more outrageous was the truth itself! This was not an out-of-the-box plan, but had actually been taken to the execution level by Murphy and Tris.

According to what Tris said, in order to make a kind of faith converge and take shape, you either have to stay up for a long time or take a shortcut.

The former was like the barbarians singing the praises of Vam for hundreds of years, and the latter was like Frederick using some evil magic that Tris didn’t quite understand to push the Lord of the Hunt into his pre-birth tainted form with a single battle in the Fourth Black Plague.

The common denominator of these two methods is that you have to find a group of people with strong beliefs to form the initial “imaginary group”, in short, you have to know at least what the god you believe in looks like, what kind of concepts and powers it has, what its goals are, and what its doctrines are.

It’s the equivalent of making up a story.

But some people can make a story coherent, watertight, and some people can even lie to their wives with a lot of holes in their stories.

This kind of thing is inherently dependent on talent.

The various churches on the continent determined the canon and doctrine for as short as a decade or as long as a hundred years, and it was already no easy task to mold the face of a deity for the world, let alone finding a group of believers who believed in His existence.

If even the believers didn’t believe that a deity really existed, then the so-called convergence of beliefs could only be nonsense.

For the creation of a god, establishing an “imagined assembly” was only the most insignificant first step, but being able to do so in a few months verified that Murphy’s players were indeed a rather terrifying group of people.

The RPers came over with the doctrine, behavioral patterns, and forms of power and goals of the concept of the Holy Light already established, and their overly vivid emotions, dogged play, and superb execution really convinced the locals that the Holy Light really did exist.

It’s safe to say that the Knights of the Riptide did a modest miracle in a few months.

This progress pleased Tris immensely and made her more and more invested in the matter.

Murphy, on the other hand, thought that this matter was great, and he had no thoughts of interfering or stopping it at all, instead he began to seriously think about how to seize the remains of the Lord of the Hunt after Tris had given her advice to give the Holy Light as a vessel for the Godhead.

According to what Tris said, as long as you get that container, then the Holy Light will have the attribute of “Feedback Power”.

Officially, it was called “Divine Power Manifestation”.

Once a certain being in subspace was able to massively bestow his great power on his followers, the other sects on the continent would generally believe that a deity was about to be born.

For example, even though the Lord of the Hunt had not yet awakened, he was already able to bestow his divine power to the jackal priests, which in itself was a manifestation of his great power.

You see, Tris had arranged every step of the Church of the Holy Light, and it could only be said that the Scarlet Witch who had been making waves had actually been living in Tris’ heart all along, and she had never been truly killed.

And after being down and out for more than a hundred years, the first step of the Scarlet Witch’s re-emergence was her intention to personally mold a god to open the eyes of everyone on the continent.

Of course, the deities that Tris and Murphy discussed were all deities in the category of faith, and for those existences that had received the Creator’s bestowal to become the giant spirits of the astral realm before the epoch were not in the scope of discussion.

They belonged to the kind of guys who didn’t need faith to maintain their existence.

This is why Vam and the Lord of the Hunt have a relatively low status among the gods, these guys who rely on faith to ascend to godhood do not have the Creator’s approval and do not have a formal establishment, so they do not fall into the category of “wild ways” of the little yakuza.

At the same time when Murphy and the bold witch were discussing how to create a god, in the distant port of Chardonnay, little Sheridan was also experiencing a similar thing.

“The legend that there is an evil god hidden in Chardonnay Harbor is true!”

In the manor of the “Transylvania Embassy” in the uptown area of Chardonnay Port, Sherron helped Mrs. Sonnie lie down on a chair to rest, while reaching out to caress Mrs. Sonnie’s growing belly.

Even though the mountain people were physically strong and could work and even fight when they were pregnant, after all, they were pregnant women who needed to be taken care of, so after Mrs. Sunny arrived at the port of Chardonnay, Professor Malcolm, who served as the ambassador of Transylvania, temporarily relieved Mrs. Sunny of her duties as the protector of the embassy, and asked her to take proper care of herself and the child in her belly.

The identity of this child was not ordinary.

After little Sheridan became a vampire and caused the real meaning of the West Cormier family to become heirless, the child of Valander Knight and Mrs. Sanni became the next generation of the head of the mountain people of the ancestral woodland, especially after Valander Knight became the Knight of the Woodland Holy Grail, the child’s future identity as the “King of the Woodland” became more and more solid.

“You’ve been out ‘exploring’ again, Sherron.”

Lady Sonnie was also tormented by the recent pregnancy sickness.

She was no longer in her usual courageous stance, and while rubbing her brow, she sighed:

“This city gives me a bad feeling, it’s noisy here! Those halflings’ machinery hums all day long, and I don’t see any more forces of nature echoing, I can even hear nature wailing in my dreams.

The city of the halflings is like a steel cage, trapping these faithless souls.

Sherron, you shouldn’t get too caught up in the mechanical flavor of this place.

You are a superior representing the Blood Vulture Clan and the Mountain Folk Tribe, you should stay beside Professor Malcolm and do some reception visits with him.”

“Just because I can, doesn’t mean I will.”

Little Sherron said, rolling her eyes:
“I was visiting the estate where mom used to live yesterday, it’s a distant relative of hers, and Uncle Glenn’s family would welcome me to stay there for a long time… and Uncle Glenn is the sheriff of the Uptown area, with a brigade of mighty walking machines under his command!
Those big mechanical spiders with their awesome small-caliber rapid-fire cannons were so cool, and I found out that Uncle Glenn had some shady dealings with the city’s black-marketeers, and after I begged him, he gave me a special arithmetic bead that allowed me to find some powerful people to buy a lot of awesome stuff from.

But that’s not what I’m going to tell you.

What I want to tell you is that I had a strange encounter last night!”

Sherron said mysteriously:

“It was in the mechanical lab at Uncle Glenn’s house, and I was trying to make a mechanical squirrel, intended as a gift for your kids, but for a few seconds, I swear!
I saw that little squirrel hopping around on its own for a while, before I even wound it up!
It had no power to move on its own at all!

But its position changed, so I can be sure that the evil god hidden in Chardonnay Harbor is real!
Those old local mechanics have seen similar things, and Uncle Glen told me that his walker was destroyed during a pirate invasion sometime seventy years ago, and he almost died then.

Crucial moment and guess what?

The blown up walker actually took the initiative to fire a gun forward, saving him and his soldiers, and afterwards he went to check, the walker was very badly damaged it was impossible to open the weapon system!
Anyway, while outsiders call that mysterious force the Evil God, the local halflings don’t.

They stubbornly believed that it was some kind of superior will belonging to the machinery roaming around in every machine in the city, and if a mechanic was lucky enough, he or she would be able to see the mechanical will coming down with his or her own eyes.

Of course, the Steam Lords certainly denied this, but the halflings were quite convinced of it, ah . You look terrible. Are you going to throw up?

Wait!”

Little Sherron whooshed out, relying on the vampire’s super mobility to carry a small basin and fly back so that the colorful Lady Sunny didn’t throw up on herself.

But this situation of Mrs. Sunny was really not normal. This robust to use the arm can strangle the swamp tiger female mountain people to the “city of machinery” Chardonnay port has become “weak and sickly”, obviously in Transylvania is still all right.

“This city is killing me.”

Lady Sunny spat as she wiped her mouth:

“I should never have stayed here, no! I must go back to Transylvania, back to the ancestral woodlands, staying in my homeland will make my children healthier.

This is not a request, Sherron!

I must do this!

I suspect that those dreams I had earlier about the forces of nature wailing were not dreams, but warnings given to me by the Spirit of the Woods.

This city is not for me or my children.”

“Then.”

Sherron was also a little numb in his paws.

She could sense that Mrs. Sunny was indeed getting weaker by the day since arriving in Chardonnay Harbor, and she was a vampire, very sensitive to the life force.

But Mrs. Sunny was an important member of the mission, and she had to have Professor Malcolm’s permission to go home.

After the professor came back here, he was basically running outside every day, he was responsible for the machinery procurement contract in Transylvania and fighting for the steam lords’ material support, he was busy every day, and it was very difficult for Sheridan to see him.

He could only temporarily appease the somewhat cranky Mrs. Sunny and use vampire spells to put her into a deep sleep to make her a little more comfortable.

After confirming that Mrs. Sonnie was asleep, little Sherron sighed and left the manor, just in time to meet the children being picked up from the affiliated academy of Chardonnay Artisan University.

Tomorrow was the weekend and these children were free to do as they pleased.

The children who were sent back were wearing the academy’s uniforms and greeted Sister Sherron warmly, Little Sherron also had to check on their schoolwork, a part that made it impossible to be happy.

Especially those few guys who couldn’t catch up in their studies, with a bitter face.

But on the whole, these kids were very understanding.

They knew Lord Lord’s intention of sending them to Chardonnay Harbor, and everyone did their best to study, and the affiliated academy of Chardonnay Craftsmen University didn’t only have pure lectures, the children needed to go to the academy’s factory for one day every week for internships, so as to ensure that their hands-on ability.

Just when little Sherron was scolding those few children who were almost at the same pace of learning by ear, preparing to make up for them tonight, a black carriage drove into the manor, with a few winged cavalrymen riding Shadow Mane War Horses escorting them around.

It was Professor Malcolm who had returned.

Speaking of which, because the locally inhabited halflings and dwarves had never seen the combination of a Shadow Mane Warhorse plus a mountain folk rider before, it made Professor Malcolm’s every trip as Western as it was, and it would draw a lot of halflings and dwarves to gather around and watch.

Their pitiful size wasn’t even as tall as the legs of the Shadow Mane Warhorse, and when coupled with a burly mountain folk rider harnessing the horse in full armor, it felt as comical as if a terrifying giant had entered a human city, which was exacerbated by the overly boorish style of the mountain folk.

In the Transylvanian Mission’s first week here, every time they traveled, there would be timid halflings who were so scared that they sat down and cried, and after sending a number of stunned halfling cowards to the hospital for several days in a row, Professor Malcolm was forced to reduce the twelve escorts he had with him to four, and that averted some of the trouble a little bit.

“Sheridan, come here for a moment.”

Professor Malcolm, who had also been running all day today, got out of the carriage on his cane.

He had resumed his once scholarly and elegant dress in the city, and had also given his body an ambassador’s ribbon and badge to represent his status, and with a tired face he was followed by his second officer and his wife, Ms. Furna.

The latter was carrying a briefcase, but the expression on her face was anything but relaxed.

Apparently today’s exchange with a certain Steam Lord was not pleasant, and tonight there will also be a banquet hosted in the Embassy Manor for some influential people in Chardonnay Harbor, as a way to gain more war support for Transylvania.

Similar things Professor Malcolm had been doing since he arrived in Chardonnay Harbor, and so far, the results were pretty good.

Through his previous connections in the academic world, at least in the public opinion of the city, Prof. Malcolm had already gained quite a good amount of “sympathy points” for Transylvania, and the next step was to transform this sympathy into practical help.

For example, he called on the residents of the city to donate money to the Transylvanians who fought against the Black Plague soldiers, and then purchased various munitions from the local factories and so on.

The professor was a guy with a scholarly bent, he didn’t really like doing all this, but right now in this city this kind of thing was something only he could do.

The hope from a place that was about to be ravaged by war was on his shoulders, so Prof. Malcolm didn’t dare to slack off in the slightest.

“I was approached today by a messenger sent by a halfling transportation company called ‘Perfect Shipping’, who conveyed a personal letter from Captain Paula, which stated that this company had accepted Governor Murphy’s call and was about to use three airships to transport the machinery we have procured so far back to Transylvania.

This is an unexpected pleasure.”

Professor Malcolm said to young Sherron, who was following beside him, as he undid his bow tie and walked towards the manor:
“I’m going to have Fna escort this shipment back to Transylvania first, so you can go and collect the letters from the children and the Mountain Knights for Fna to take back with her. And those processing instruments you procured specifically for your own apprentices can be shipped along as well.

As well as, the various gifts you have prepared for everyone.”

“Yeah!”

Hearing that the gifts she had prepared could be sent back to her hometown, little Sherron was instantly happy, and it seemed that even the haze that always shrouded Chardonnay Harbor wasn’t so annoying anymore.

However, Sherron quickly thought of Mrs. Sonnie, and she told Professor Malcolm about Mrs. Sonnie’s situation, and after hearing that all of Mrs. Sonnie’s health problems had deteriorated, the professor froze for a long time.

In the end, after personally inquiring about Mrs. Sonnie, he decided to change the person, letting Mrs. Sonnie escort this batch of goods back to her hometown, and by the way, change a wing cavalry commander over to command the embassy guard.

“This letter, you must hand it over to Lord Murphy! I have spelled out in it all our encounters in Chardonnay Harbor, and there are a few questions that require the Lord Governor’s permission, so you can have Captain Paula send the Governor’s reply back.

I’m told that the ‘Perfect Shipping’ company will be launching a new direct route to Transylvania afterward, with a weekly round trip, so the children will be able to take advantage of the weekends to return home and see their families as well.”

Professor Malcolm handed a folded up copy of the long letter to Mrs. Sonnie, who was instantly happy to hear that she would be able to return to Transylvania tomorrow, and even her sickly posture had recovered a lot.

This gave little Sheridan the suspicious feeling that Lady Sonnie was in fact feigning illness .
This powerful mountain folk knight simply couldn’t let go of her husband and didn’t want to miss out on the next war so she was pretending to be weak.

Wow, even the simple mountain folk are learning to play with their brains!
That’s right!
Shelton was about to give a righteous rebuke when he suddenly saw the mechanical squirrel he made yesterday on the table behind Mrs. Sonnie’s back suddenly twisting its head again, and then resumed its original state.

Sherron felt that he might have misread it.

The mechanical squirrel wasn’t wound up, after all, but she swore that for a second she did see a marvelous light flashing in the mechanical squirrel’s ruby eyes.

It was the legendary evil god!
It had appeared again!
Blanch, why are there so many strange things in this Chardonnay Harbor?

Ps: There will be an extra update tomorrow!

(End of chapter)