A cold call suddenly sounded from behind.

Murphy, who was in the process of installing the door, turned around and saw a group of shadows gathering in the shadow of the wall. The sound of a bat spreading its wings echoed, and a slender figure appeared in front of him.

This is obviously a profound psychic skill, but what is more important is the person in front of you.

It was a vampire wearing a luxurious scarlet robe and holding a short cane. From the exquisite emblem on his chest, you could tell that he was a blood vulture guard who directly obeyed the orders of the patriarch.

They never appear easily, and every time they go out, they will represent the will of His Excellency Sarokdar Lesembra, the leader of the Blood Vulture Clan.

An ominous premonition immediately came to mind.

But Murphy still paid tribute to his compatriot with the most perfect manner. The latter nodded coldly in response, and at the same time took out a sealed velvet bag from his arms and handed it to Murphy.

He said businesslikely:

"The war on the frontline is urgent. The pioneering army of the Kingdom of Plantagenet has approached the border of Transia. The war is about to come to Cadman City. Every member of the Blood Vulture must contribute to our territory.

This is your next task.

Send this clan leader’s secret order to the Midnight Hunter camp thirty miles east of Moreland Village, and give you three days to complete it!”

Murphy's heart skipped a beat, he took the bag and said softly:

"But, I heard that the witch hunters from the Plantagenet Kingdom have infiltrated into that area."

"That's right."

The blood eagle guard nodded and explained:

"The Hounds of the Ring Tower are engaged in a tactical interdiction, which means you must venture past their safari blockade at midnight.

But for the noble Blood Vulture members, this job is not difficult."

"Hey, your 'not difficult' conclusion is for normal vampires, right? Please open your own eyes and take a look! In addition to being extremely handsome, what is the difference between this vampire in front of you and '

Normal' hook?"

Murphy's heart was roaring.

But on the surface, he took a deep breath, maintained an expression that was almost unbearable, and said:

"I need armor and weapons, and if possible, I also need some helpers."

"Um?"

These words made the clan leader's personal guard in front of him blink his eyes. He looked at Murphy's too "simple" appearance and said in a strange tone:

"You seem to have been owned by Chu for a while, but you still don't have your own blood servant? You even need armor and weapons. Wait, this is Tris's manor? Your elder is that useless person,

Is it the former elder Tris?

Well, that's no wonder.

I did hear some rumors about you in the Blood Vulture Corridor. I thought it was just a ridiculous joke. After all, no vampire can be as miserable as this."

After saying that, the vampire reached out and patted Murphy on the shoulder sympathetically, and said in a subtle tone:

"It seems like it's not easy for you, kid."

"Yes, this is completely different from the vampire life I imagined."

Murphy couldn't stand it anymore.

He could tolerate the ridicule and malice of others, but the sympathetic eyes of the other party made him sigh deeply, and his face was filled with sadness.

This scene made it difficult for the clan leader’s personal guard to say anything more, so he sighed and said:

"When you set out this evening, there will be enough blood servants coming with the things you need. In addition, if you can't come back, there will be other misfortunes.

Uh, I mean there will be other reliable people taking care of Elder Tris on your behalf.

So, go ahead bravely."

After saying that, he turned around and turned into a flying bat and disappeared into the shadows, leaving only Murphy standing there holding the mission item.

"Is this acknowledgment that I am dead? Hey, when you send someone to die, can you take a few seconds to disguise your expression and language?

Hey, it’s a good thing I’m safe!”

He complained, and then habitually glanced at the progress bar that occupied most of the area on the strange translucent interface in front of him:

[The decompression progress of the "Real World" beta administrator system installation package: 99.87%, please wait patiently. 】

"I've been holding it in for a full month, and I can decompress it this afternoon."

Murphy bit his lip, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face that always maintained an elegant posture and had formed a kind of muscle memory.

He hummed a song and bent down to hold the relief food in his arms. As he walked into the courtyard, he thought:

"When my fortune-defying golden finger arrives, I will let all of you bastards know it. I have written down all those who have spoken rudely to me in my notebook. I am not a generous person.

Hey, look at these good days, they are still to come."

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