Chapter 84 83 Cooperation? Do you want to hear what you’re saying?

Chapter 84 83. cooperation? Do you want to hear what you’re saying? Tris-senpai! 2360]

(Extra for brother ‘Huo whole quite well’ [8/20])
The campfire of the witch hunter camp bounced and burned in the darkness, like star points in the night.

But this night was not quiet.

Especially in the ruins of the outer city, which was separated by a wall, there were still a lot of collectors from the survivor camps who were busy.

After the death of Jade’s gang, Murphy had already announced the next step to the people in the survivor camp, they would soon be moving back to this land that had been cleansed by the flames, and would no longer have to look out over their homeland from the camp.

The survivors felt encouraged.

Especially since Murphy allowed the militia to participate in the hunt for Jed’s gang!
Though the act itself was not much explained, it did not prevent the wise men of the camp from sensing in it what the new lord, Lord Murphy, thought of his kinsmen.

Many stories about Murphy and Tris were turned up and read over and over again, and it was not difficult to draw an inaccurate but definitely plausible conclusion from the previous situation of this vampire-rejected pair of wasted honors and wasted heirs.

That is that Lord Murphy is more of a Midnight Traitor than the vampires of the Bloodwing Clan, and that he clearly prefers to side with them, the humans to whom he owes his allegiance!
WOW!

That’s a pretty explosive conclusion even in the blow-up world, not to mention that this is Transylvania!
As a dark region ruled by vampires for four hundred years, there was almost never a vampire like Murphy.

And rarity always meant attention.

If Murphy could continue to make some moves that were different from the other vampires, then it was thought that he would probably be able to quickly reap the goodwill and loyalty of those guys who had been dissatisfied with vampires for a long time.

Of course, that was for later.

Murphy withdrew his own gaze from the campfire of the witch hunters’ camp and glanced at Firmis and Mrs. Adele, who were also maintaining an awkward silence next to him, as well as Miriam, who was staring left and right with glazed eyes.

Maxim should have been here too, but the loyal servant would still be unconscious from weakness this time.

As for Captain Natalie, the gray-haired Demon Hunter Hime who stood opposite Murphy, at this moment, she also barely had the leisure to deal with her own grudge against Murphy.

Her one pair of eyes were on the war leader beside her.

Somewhat unbelievably, she listened to the upside down description of the female vampire Tris who was chattering on the opposite side of the room while holding a bottle of wine.

The war chief of the witch hunters, the saint of the old religion, the Lord of White Oak could actually sit so calmly with a group of vampires pulling a parental chat.

That in itself was a not-so-small miracle.

“Do you guys plan to just keep chatting parenthetically? Didn’t you have to shout and fight just now?”

Murphy couldn’t help but prod:

“I think all of you here have a common question at this time, since no one dares to say it then let me ask it out, Tris, how on earth did you meet His Excellency Fenok two hundred years ago?

That’s not right, is it?”

“Not two hundred years, to be precise.”

Tris bristled without answering, and the old knight sitting on a dead log maintained the icy chill on his body and whispered:
“One hundred and ninety-five years or so, the winter of Era 916.

At that time, the second ‘Black Night War’ in which the Church of Avalon fought against the continental Blood Clan with its own strength had already been fought to a dead end, and although the Blood Fear Clan had made a fool of itself and was annihilated by your Venerable Lord Paying, the situation was still unfavorable to us.

However, at that time, it coincided with the Nordoff Kingdom’s strategic expansion into the Ice Bay region, making the Silan Kingdom and the Isha Kingdom very wary of reaching a union.

Thus, we and the Blood Clan also tacitly ended our fight with each other in a state of exhaustion.

But that was also the year that the Grey Knights under the command of the Elder Council of Gramo finally figured out the truth about the theft of our religion’s holy relic, the ‘Seed of Life’, in the fall of 885″

Saying this, Old Finoc glanced at Tris who had an indifferent face.

He said:

“After we learned that the Seed of Life was stolen by the Blood Vulture Patriarch Salokdar, who led the Blood Vulture Elders, and not by a joint effort of the three major clans as we had originally thought, the Council of Elders mobilized 500 martyrs to borrow a route through the Antani region in preparation for a sneak attack on the city of Cadman to retrieve our holy relic in a fit of rage.

And back then, I was just a freshly enlisted Oak Knight.

I was honored to join that expedition in the name of Faith Discipline and was lucky enough to find the trace of the culprit ‘Scarlet Witch’ who triggered all that in the very first confrontation.”

“Little Finnock was stupid back then, naive and foolish, lulled into running to his death by their council of elders.”

Tris, who was drunk, picked up the conversation:
“At that time, Salokdar knew about the Avalon Church’s actions in advance, so we set up an ambush at the edge of the Andromeda Hills, and they were met with a head-on attack just as they came in.

But these faith crazies didn’t give up even when they were at a disadvantage, and their counterattack by chanting the name of God in the darkness of the night set the entire Andromeda Hills ablaze.

It was a terrible battle!

Seventeen of the 500 saints of the old religion were left dead.

Sixteen of them survived by their own strength, except for little Finnock, the lucky one, who made it back alive thanks to my mercy in the battle.

He was a fool who came to me, shouting the name of the god Avalon.

But back then, I was so powerful that I banished him to the Underworld realm, which in turn allowed him to escape the whole night’s battle by mistake.

By the time he returned to the Material World at dawn relying on Avalon’s guidance, the battle was all but over.”

“So, you grew backbones two hundred years ago?”

Murphy said in an odd tone:
“Or did the ‘Scarlet Witch’ back then really have a bad character and was a bloodsucking fanatic who fell into darkness as you said?”

“Don’t pry into what happened back then, for fear that my ‘prestige’ back then would scare you.”

Tris said, rolling her eyes:
“Not to mention, at the time, I was already prepared to give my blood essence to that damn seed under the sinister lure of Salokdar, okay?
I was declared ‘dead’ five years after little Finnock left alive.”

“Well, after receiving the news of your death, I was still rejoicing that the Church had one less formidable foe to worry about, and I prayed to the god of Avalon on that day to give thanks to the gods for their favor.”

The Lord of White Oak sighed:

“No wonder the gods did not answer me that night . You are not dead at all!”

“War Chief, so your miraculous ‘victory without injury’ turned out to be a lie that lasted for two hundred years?”

With a wave of shock at discovering the truth, the nearby Captain Natalie said to the expressionless War Chief:
“During the Saints’ Expedition 195 years ago, everyone was rumoring how bravely you fought the vampires to the death at that time, and finally turned in unharmed under the protection of the gods!
But the truth is actually”

“More than that.”

Trixie added slyly:
“He recognized me charging from the very beginning of the ambush, and was subsequently banished by me, basically without any effective attack the entire time, his only contribution probably being to startle me.

Thought it was Crazy Faithman planning to pull a Faith self-destruct on me.”

“That was just the church’s need for propaganda.

After all, the ‘Expedition of the Saints’ was an ill-advised decision by the Presbyterian Church from the beginning and reaped an undeserved fiasco, and the faithful don’t deserve to know the brutal truth.”

Old Norfolk was spoiling for a fight.

He explained to Natalie slowly and methodically:
“The truth is that I did live through that war, though not in the way you know it, and I admit that it was not the act of a warrior. But Natalie, you have to understand that clinging to life in the midst of despair is in itself a sign of courage!

As we are experiencing this at this very moment.”

“You have a point! But how can we forgive this dangerous vampire in front of us now? She is the one who stole our holy relics!” Natalie stared at the drunken Tris, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword at her waist as she snapped:

“That Seed of Life
As a child I heard the Oak Sages extol the wonders of that seed!

It is said that when that seed was still in the holy land of Glamour the whole island grew in all seasons, and that the blessings from the god Avalon spread everywhere through the Seed of Life, so that people with sincere hearts could always get rid of their illnesses and be cured without medicine.”

“It’s all blown out of proportion, little girl, it’s all a far-fetched attempt by the Church of the Latter Days to publicize and portray us vampires in an ugly light.”

Tris tossed the drained bottle aside and stretched to show off her perfect curves before yawning at the angry Natalie:

“The truth of the matter is that the thing had been worshipped at the altar on the Isle of Glamour for three hundred and fifty years when we went to steal the seed at the time. But it didn’t work at all!
That seed was recognized by the Council of Elders at the time as nothing more than a riddle left on earth by the god Avalon, worshipped merely as a sacred object, and it wasn’t nearly as useful in practice as the three holy blades in the secret stash of your old religion.

The three swords can at least slash.

The seed was also unattractive much less divine, otherwise do you think we could have stolen it so easily from the then-prominent Avalonian Church stronghold?
I’ll admit, we were wrong to steal it.

But at that time, that defense force of your church was so poor that not taking it by hand was simply sorry for the risk we took on that trip.”

“It.”

Natalie was momentarily speechless, but she simply didn’t believe the cunning vampire’s claim, and whipped her head around to look at the war chief, while the old Norfolk stared at the wordless Miss Phymis in the darkness of the night.

After a few moments he nodded and said:

“What Lady Tris says is true, the Seed of Life has represented some sort of fateful revelation since it was gifted to the Council of Elders by the Elven Druids of the Castile Peninsula in the year 530, it was gifted along with the three Oak Sacred Blades to symbolize the hopes and blessings of the God of Avalon for the followers of mankind.

However, when the elven sages gifted the Seed of Life, they said that if this seed could not take root in 500 years, it would mean that we had failed to pass the God of Avalon’s trial of faith.

It was transferred to the new holy land of Glamour Island after the Church of Avalon was recognized as the state religion in the Kingdom of Isha, but three hundred and fifty years have passed in a flash, and that seed remains unchanged.

As far as I know, the Council of Elders at the time had indeed become disillusioned with it and recognized the admonition of the Elven sages of that year as a symbolic metaphor.

After the theft of the Seed of Life, the Church’s violent reaction was also not motivated by a regard for the holy relic itself, but rather a feeling of anger at the vampire’s provocation of nature’s rightful beliefs, and the faithful roared for vengeance and punishment, before triggering the Second Dark War that lasted for thirty years, and which stained the continent with the fires of war in the name of faith.”

“That was even a good thing! You little girl who knows nothing.”

Tris glanced at the great oak blade beside the old knight, grunted, and said:
“It was because I stole the useless Seed of Life that allowed you to reap the use of the three Oak Sacred Blades like this one beside little Finnock, I remember it, ha, the great White Knight’s Blade ‘The Watcher’.”

Saying that, Tris actually boldly reached out her hand to touch the big oak holy blade beside the old knight.

This action made Femis’ eyes tighten.

She had seen the brutal power of this holy blade with her own eyes, and was about to stop it when she was shocked to see that the blade did not ignite with purifying fire in the face of Tris’s vampire’s touch.

It merely grunted as if to express its displeasure.

There was even a sense of arrogance.

“Yo, haven’t seen you in two hundred and twenty-five years, and your habit of cursing hasn’t changed?”

Tris grunted and retracted her finger and said to that Great Oak Blade:

“Who’s holy object is as foul-mouthed as you? Change it you, have you forgotten about the time you recklessly insulted Salokdar and almost got destroyed by him with Necessary Evil?”

The scene in front of her completely shattered Captain Natalie’s three views.

Especially when she saw an evil spirit talking and laughing with her own holy relic, the world in front of her eyes seemed unreal.

She stammered and asked to the war chief who was shaking his head:
“Shouldn’t this Oak Sacred Blade be a powerful weapon for eradicating evil spirits? It. Why is it so friendly to vampires? War Chief! Are you just going to look at it like this!
Didn’t you say that the Holy Blade hates all evil spirits, especially vampires?”

“It does hate the shame that vampires bring to it.”

Old Norfolk glanced at the Holy Blade beside him and said expressionlessly:
“But Lady Tris is not one of them, back then the three holy blades were worshipped as holy relics just like the Seed of Life and would not be actually used, and because of the holy blades’ powerful natural spiritual energy they were used as caretakers to feed the Seed of Life.

Because of the theft of the Seed of Life, the three holy blades were able to get rid of the dilemma of having their power extracted.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, the three Oak Sacred Blades did have to thank the shameless vampires for their misdeeds, so that they wouldn’t be left in the dust.

As for the ‘Watcher’s’ Holy Blade’s hatred for vampires
You’ve heard it before.

It was nearly destroyed back in the day by Salokdar who ran off to steal the seeds, and it’s a careful one and hasn’t forgotten about that after two hundred years, so . Anyway don’t bring human emotions into the Holy Blade, it’s an emotionless holy object and the thoughts it holds are very different from ours.”

“No!!! This is not true! This is not the glorious history of the Church of Avalon that I know!”

Natalie clutched her head and let out a mournful cry.

At this moment she felt that her faith in the God of Avalon had been horribly challenged.

She had to take a moment to calm down, and by the way, come to terms with the truth that had been preached as immensely sacred, but in reality the content was not sacred at all and even somewhat comical.

“Ahem.”

Murphy found this bit of history damn interesting.

He also had a little insight into his own punk vampire mother’s “dramatic” past, and he really wanted to keep listening, but he couldn’t help but run out of time.

Therefore, he took the initiative to speak:

“If we’re done talking about the past, isn’t it time to think about the future? Honorable Fenok, since you and Tris have such an unknown past, let me consider you as one of my own for the time being.

Regarding our proposed cooperation…”

“One of our own? Cooperation?”

The old knight sneered and said:
“You think too highly of yourself, Murphy, what you’re talking about now isn’t the same concept as joining forces together to hang your kinsmen before! What you’re talking to me about now is using my hands to get rid of your clan leader!

Do you realize what that means?”

“Snap.”

Murphy reached out and placed his hand on the drunken Trish’s shoulder.

He looked at the old Finnock and said to him very seriously and earnestly:

“It seems that after two collaborations your understanding of me is still superficial, so let me introduce myself again. There is only one matriarch in my heart, and she has always been by my side . Sarokdal?
Geez, who’s that?
I’m sorry.

I neither recognize nor care.

If that bastard who experimented on his own daughter is destined to die, I will only raise my hands and applaud you.

Again, I’m sorry.

I shouldn’t have used such vulgar words, but that’s really what I was trying to say.

Do you have any questions about my resolve?”

(End of chapter)