Chapter 101: Conversations Between 100 Men Should Be so Frank! [4060]

Chapter 101 100. Men should be so honest in their conversations! [4060]

(Additional update for brother ‘Midsummer’s Insolence’ [5/5])

“Even if you post so many posts that the forum explodes, the game time cannot be extended! I’ve already said that I’m not the God of Creation, how can I change this real world at will according to your ideas?

Although you little players are cute, please don’t be so unreasonable, okay?”

In the dark river secret passage of the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy held the core gem and listened to the complaints of the little players coming from inside.

He sighed himself.

If possible, he would rather the cute and useful little players be online 24 hours a day, not only can he get good help at any time, but also solve the shortage of manpower.

He would not even feel the emptiness, loneliness and coldness of being alone in a different world.

However, he is just an ordinary test administrator now, and the game time and the unlocked functions of the helmet will not be unlocked immediately upon his command.

This all depends on the "game progress", so in the end, instead of complaining here, the little players should work harder for the vampires!

"What are you doing there? Are you going to perform facial expressions for me? Your expression just now is just like seeing a debt collector."

The dissatisfied voice of the old knight Finok sounded from the front.

The white knight of the gold rank was standing in a pile of ghost ruins burned by the blue purification fire.

Just when the little players challenged the second BOSS tribune Kudel, Murphy and the old knight also cleared the ghost camp that had existed for at least 300 years.

The specific cleaning process was that the old knight faced a large number of elite ghosts and killed them in front, and Murphy was behind.

It's not that he was deliberately lazy.

It's mainly because he is a rookie at the black iron rank. When facing these hateful ghosts of the same black iron rank and more than 50 in number, and known for being difficult to deal with, he is indeed slightly inferior in terms of combat power.

But Murphy did participate in the battle.

When a bunch of ghosts rushed over, he also killed three of them in a single fight, which made his Tomb Sword Guard swordsmanship experience bar climb up a level with difficulty. If the old knight hadn't used a large-scale natural psychic advanced AOE technique to make Murphy afraid to get too close to the battlefield to avoid being "harmed by friendly forces", his swordsmanship might have been improved further.

Speaking of which, the improvement of advanced swordsmanship is really difficult, and it is not as smooth as the previous Blood Eagle Swordsmanship from entry to master in half a month.

"Why are there so many elite ghosts here? They are in the secret passage of your Blood Eagle Holy Land. Are you vampires so casual about your nests?"

The old knight walked through the cold ashes scattered all over the ground. They were the ashes left after the ghosts were purified, and they were also the casting props of some dark psychic spells.

Therefore, Murphy was using a psychic bag to collect these ashes at this time, and walked around in this dark ruins again. There was nothing except a bag of ancient gold coins.

Facing Finok's question, Murphy rolled his eyes and said:

"You ask me, who should I ask? This is also my first time entering the Blood Eagle Corridor. I don't know more about this place than you do. But if you have to ask a reason, I guess these should be pioneers before the establishment of Cadman City 400 years ago.

One day when Tris was drunk, she told me that she had participated in the design and construction of Cadman City. She said that there were some mysterious ruins before the era, and there were also strange powers in some places.

At first, Sarokdar thought about flattening those ruins, but later because of the black disaster, there was a shortage of manpower, so he simply built Cadman City on the ruins."

Murphy walked through this dead ruins and explained to the old knight:

"This may be one of the remaining traces before the birth of civilization. The souls of these unlucky people hundreds of years ago are obviously trapped here."

"Well , makes sense. "

The old knight nodded and said:

"The conditions for the formation of vengeful spirits are not harsh, but the large-scale gathering of ghosts is another concept. Transia is indeed not an area where the dead spirit gathers. I feel the change in spirit energy, and the exit is probably in front.

This road is really long, no wonder the vampires don't deal with it.

This group of ghosts alone is enough to stop any unprepared invaders. "

"Yeah, who would have thought that a golden strongman would actually crawl into the sewer to launch a sneak attack?"

Murphy said in a teasing tone:

"Are the other golden strongmen on the continent as easy-going as you? Mr. Old Finok. "

"You can go to them in person and ask them. I think they will be willing to patiently answer the strange questions of you, a lovely little vampire, before using various methods to kill you. "

The old knight replied in the same relaxed tone.

At this moment, the two of them did not seem like hunters and prey, but more like poisonous strangers who went on an adventure together and gradually got to know each other.

They continued to trek in the darkness. After crossing a 90° vertical dark river waterfall, the thick walls of the Blood Eagle Corridor appeared again in front of them.

This meant that this secret passage journey had come to the end.

"We should take a break."

Murphy suggested:

"My warriors need to rest, and your witch hunters have been fighting for most of the day. We should not act rashly before they break through the middle of the corridor and enter the hall.

I believe in your fighting ability.

But I also believe that Sarokdar will not be so well-behaved as to wait for your beheading deep in the hall alone. "

"It makes sense. Let's take a rest and then go reconnaissance."

The old knight's killing of the ghost spirits just now also consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

Although the level was crushed, his own losses were real, so he did not reject Murphy's proposal.

He took out a few pieces of wood from the edge of the underground river, called for the purifying fire to fall, and a simple travel bonfire was completed.

But then, under the surprised gaze of the old knight, Murphy, who as a vampire should have hated light, flew over and landed opposite him. He also took out some "lunch boxes" that had been prepared long ago and put them on Heat it up over a campfire.

As the aroma of the food came out, Old Finock's eyes became even weirder.

He said:

"Did you make these things yourself?"

"What? Have you never seen a vampire who is as good at cooking as me?"

Murphy laughed, threw a few of the boxes to the old knight, and said:

"The vegetarian food I specially prepared, feel free to eat it, there is no poison in it."

"I believe that after all, no one would be stupid enough to poison senior members of the Church of Avalon. Being protected by nature, we are basically immune to most biological and plant toxins. In fact, if your toxin ratio is creative enough, I would even say it has a unique flavor.”

Finock said something faintly. He imitated Murphy and put the lunch boxes on the fire to heat them. He then took off his oak barrel helmet and fetched water from the nearby river, and purified it with natural spiritual energy. these underground water sources.

Then, he saw Murphy on the opposite side of the bonfire, quickly taking out the fruit and peeling it to make a salad for himself.

After watching carefully for more than ten seconds, after seeing Murphy taking out a wooden fork in a ritualistic manner, he finally couldn't help but say:

"Murphy, you really don't look like a vampire! You don't look like it in every aspect. Before being embraced by Tris, were you a human cook? Or an excellent traveler?"

"Oh, those things are so far away that they seem like a lifetime ago. Let me think about it."

Murphy held up a plate, put the mixed fruits into his mouth with a wooden spoon, and recalled as he ate:

"I was probably born into a small noble family in a small town bordering the Cato region in the south of East Prussia. I still remember that my family had a nice manor and a windmill. My parents wanted me to I grew up according to the traditional and classical aristocratic lifestyle. When I grew up, they wanted to send me to the Bourbon Military Academy in the Kingdom of Plantagenet to seek a future.

Then"

The vampire threw a handful of nuts into his mouth and said vaguely:

"The Ten Years' War broke out! Suddenly, everything that had been planned disappeared in the wind. The old church rebels entered East Prussia. My father took his family to move to the Confederation of Persia. However, they unfortunately encountered a group of people on the way. Gnoll bandits.

Oh, a specialty of Transia.

That night was really desolate, and for the first time in my life, I deserted amidst the cries of my family.

My memory after that is very hazy.

I remember following a group of refugees all the way east, settling in Cadman City, being bullied by gangsters in the outer city, doing some odd jobs to support themselves, and then being captured by hunger in a cold winter, and walked away amidst the laughter of death. Go and meet your parents.

It was Tris who saved me.

I still don’t know why she saved me, but after that, she became my only family. "

"You seem to be telling someone else's story."

The old knight whispered:

"It seems that the past is not something worth recalling or remembering for you. In addition, I want to warn you that you are being affected by the blood contract! You obviously have an abnormal closeness to Tris, and the vampire's stubborn disease is eroding your will. .

That makes you a loyal dog at Trish's feet, wagging your tail just for her praise. "

"Don't ask about Tris and I, it has nothing to do with you, and don't sow discord! Let's talk about you."

Murphy rolled his eyes and opened the heated lunch box, picked up a piece of hot pork chop rice and stared at the old knight opposite. He said slightly dissatisfied:

"Do you understand the rules? I told my story and you should tell yours. This is only fair."

"My story has nothing to say. It is nothing more than what your story will look like if it is stretched ten times. Especially after the age of sixty, life is just boring repetition until one day a surprise comes."

Old Finock smiled, opened his lunch box, picked up a fragrant vegetable stew rice bowl, picked up a spoon and ate it loudly.

The appetite of powerful warriors is always as unstoppable as their strength, and the two meals were quickly wiped out. The old knight wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and took out a wooden wine bottle from his psychic bag.

He took a sip and then threw it to Murphy.

The vampire wiped the mouth of the bottle with some disgust, and then gave himself a drink.

It's not a strong drink that Tris likes, it's just a mellow fruit wine that's like a sweet and sour drink.

"What you really want to ask is the same question as before, right? My relationship with Natalie."

As the flames danced, the old knight took out a dwarf-style pipe, filled it with some fine Chardonnay tobacco, and lit it beside the bonfire. Amid the smoke, he whispered:

"Okay, she's my daughter."

"Ahem, poof!"

Murphy choked immediately, beat his chest hard and took another sip of fruit wine before he recovered.

He was really surprised.

The eyes that shone red in the darkness looked at the old knight and said in disbelief:

"You are already 200 years old! Natalie is at most 40"

"35 years old, for pure-blooded Kates who can generally live to 140 years old, this is just the beginning of life."

Old Finok blew a smoke ring, shook his head and said:

"Don't look at me with that dirty look, or I will punch you!

The truth is not what you think!

Natalie's mother is also a silver-level Avalon Church saint. Although she did not drink the water of the Holy Grail like me, her life form is Advancement and natural blessings allow her to easily live up to 200 years.

My wife is even 11 years older than me.

As for having a daughter in our twilight years, this can only be said to be the blessing of Avalon.

With our power levels, it is difficult to give birth to offspring after the union. The limitation of power is not something that can be changed by human power. Those powerful things are always rare. This is the law of nature. "

"Okay, okay, your Avalon God is really in charge of a lot. Maybe He also has a priesthood of giving birth to children."

Murphy complained in a low voice.

In the old knight's angry glare, he said again:

"But her relationship with you seems to be very bad. I can see that she treats you as a superior, rarely mixing personal feelings, so even a strong man of the gold level will have family problems?"

"That's my fault. It has nothing to do with Natalie."

The old knight didn't want to talk too much about this issue.

He stopped talking to hint Murphy not to ask any more questions, so the vampire rolled his eyes and changed the subject:

"Tracey told me that the witch hunters are in a bad situation now. As a creation of the Church of Avalon, you are undoubtedly implicated in the rebellion of the old church. In order not to be executed, you had to commit yourself to the Plantagenet Kingdom as mercenaries during the Ten Years' War.

And as far as I know, the way they used you was very brutal.

As the leader of the White Oak War Group, have you ever considered the future for your subordinates?"

"Hmm?"

The old knight put down his pipe and looked at Murphy holding the food box with a strange look.

He said:

"So what do you want to say? Please don't say something weird, Murphy, after all, I just changed my impression of you."

"I mean, if you have nowhere to go, why not stay?"

The vampire said what he thought.

Old Finok helplessly put his hands over his eyes and said:

"Avalon, you still said it, it's just like the ravings of a madman with wild imaginations.

In the ten-year war, the number of vampires and blood servants who died at the hands of witch hunters is countless, and our reputation in the Transya region is even more terrible.

I know you are born with a rebellious nature and don't like the Blood Eagle Clan, but what kind of thinking and what kind of mental state did you have to come up with such an idea? What makes you think that witch hunters and vampires can shake hands and make peace?"

"But we had a pleasant cooperation in the past few times, didn't we?"

Murphy grinned and said:

"Smugglers' Woodland, Jed's gang, and the current cleanup of the Blood Eagle Corridor have proved that the two sides don't even need to put down their grudges, as long as there are common interests, they can work together. The best thing is that even if you bring back Sarokdar's head for King Louis, you can only get a pardon.

But you have been labeled a traitor for ten years.

You can't be so naive as to think that the king 's orders can make you live peacefully in your hometown, right?

The war has changed many things, and it will continue to bring changes!

This is not something that can be changed by your will.

Finok, your subordinates have nowhere to go, and the Transia I plan will open its arms to all the homeless.

As long as you are willing to start your new life on this land.

I know that my offer is not as attractive as King Louis and General Loren, but for the current witch hunters, one more choice is always good.

Right? "

Murphy put down the lunch box and said faintly:

"Or, compared to a vampire who is friendly to you with open arms, you are more willing to believe the king who has used you as cannon fodder in the past ten years? "

"Listen to what you say, Murphy, your brain may have been damaged by Tris's evil magic. Why do I have to choose one of the two wrong answers? "

The old knight sneered and stopped talking.

Murphy also tacitly did not ask again, until nearly thirty minutes later, the old knight put away his pipe and stood up to stretch his body, and said:

"Let's go, continue the investigation."

Murphy stood up and put the Blade of the Desire Clan on his waist, but just as they set off, the old knight suddenly said:

"Have you thought about it?"

"Hmm?"

The vampire looked at old Finnock with a puzzled look on his face.

Then he heard the old knight put on his bucket helmet and said in a faint voice:

"Why did the Church of Avalon suddenly rebel without any signs? As the state religion of the Plantagenet Kingdom, when did it make peace with the small, warlike lunatic in the Portia Confederation?

Even the Western Sabarians far away in the Ice Bay joined the rebellion, and their beliefs were completely different from the old religion! The contradictions between the two sides were no less than the contradictions between the old religion and the vampires.

But they seemed to have turned enemies into friends overnight.

Too many unreasonable things are hidden under the surface.

Murphy, you have to look beyond this ten-year war to see what is hidden.

You think you are safe, but you are not! The hidden shadows are calling for a storm, and the countless deaths that appear before our eyes are just a breeze.

War!

This ugly thing is just the most insignificant part of everything that is happening.

Remember to keep these in mind and tell Tris by the way. I think she will understand what I mean, but you must remember not to talk nonsense everywhere, and don’t explore the truth, especially when you are still weak. "