The girl has short red hair, which is very capable by herself, with a beautiful face and full of youthful vitality. From her delicate skin, she can tell that she is not a peasant woman in the village. Although her outfit is not as rich as a wealthy, she is also elegant. There is a unique pendant on her neck, and a small copper iron piece in gear style below is.

Murphy held the thing in front of him and saw the inscription on the small iron piece:

Class 4, Class 1109, Administrative Department of Charles Sculdo Craftsmen University, Enrolled in the fall of Era 1109.

"Yeah, I'm still a third-grade college student, a high-end talent, no wonder even the rude witch hunter can't control it."

The unlucky vampire had the right time in his mind. He grinned and put the small iron piece back on the girl's collar. He looked at the girl who was afraid, angry and sad in front of him and said:

“It doesn’t seem like this is where you should come?”

"This is my house! You bastard vampire!"

The girl screamed:

"You ruined my home, my father, my fellow countryman. Woooo, it's gone, we didn't provoke anyone! It's all your fault!"

"First of all, the witch hunter burned your village and killed all the people here. I haven't come yet when they did bad things."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Moreland Village and even the area around Cardman City are traditional territories of the Blood Eagle clan, and we have been living here since the second black disaster in the 720th century.

This is also our home, who would do anything at home?

Believe it or not, the Blood Eagle clan also has the position of "Guomin Official", so please vent your hatred and anger to the right place.

Secondly, I don't have so much time to comfort you, girl.

You've heard it before.

Dangerous witch hunters are chasing me, and they will not let you kill your companion, so whether you want to or not, you have to listen to my arrangements next, if you want to survive.

Now tell me, what's your name?"

Faced with Murphy's inquiry, the girl showed some resistance, but after a few seconds of hesitation, she lowered her head obediently and sighed:

"Millian."

"Hmm? No last name?"

Murphy raised his eyebrows and said in surprise:

"A inspirational girl who can go to college in the Genoa Peninsula thousands of miles away doesn't even have a surname, right?"

"I am the village chief's illegitimate daughter."

Millian whispered awkwardly:

"This time I came back to get engaged to the son of a wealthy businessman in Cardman City under his arrangement. My ability to go to college was the legacy my mother left to me before she died.

But my father is a little tight recently.”

"Oh, I get it."

Murphy's eyes became subtle, he said:

"So your anger was pretending, right? You have no feelings for this place at all. Okay, you don't have to explain this. I'm not interested in family ethics dramas.

I already know you are a smart person, and I need smart people now.”

He stood up and pulled out the sword of the Desire Ethnicity, and his wrist trembled, drew a quick arc in his muscle memory to cut the rope on Milian's body, and pointed to the outside, saying:

"Go and find weapons and armor from those corpses to protect yourself, and then pack up enough weapons and equipment for ten people. I need to think about what we should do next."

Milian walked towards the door without saying a word.

Her legs trembled a little, and her fists clenched tightly. Just as she approached the door, Murphy suddenly said quietly:

"Your heartbeats so fast, are you planning something dangerous? Milian, as a Transian native, you should know that a vampire like me can track life three kilometers away by scent, right?

Do I need to explain to you the principle of the psychic marks formed on the murderer when the witch hunter dies?

I heard that the thing lasts at least seven days, and all the witch hunters who pass the hunting trial can see the mark and do their best to avenge their companions.

That's their tradition!

Since the beginning of the Ten Years War, the "Vampire Worshipper" who died at the hands of witch hunters has been an astronomical figure, and unfortunately, no matter from which perspective, you are already a member of this group.

So, can you really understand your current situation?"

"I can!"

Milian clenched her fists and shouted to Murphy.

She strode out of the broken house but never tried to run out on her legs, but instead began to collect what Murphy needed.

In the house, Murphy's hand also moved away from the hilt of the cage sword at her waist.

He would not be deceived by Milian's delicate disguise!

A young woman who can rely on beauty and sneak attacks on a sperm to kill a witch hunter in one-on-one time can never be a good person, and this guy is also a third-year student at Charleston Craftsman University.

That is one of the three universities in mainland China!

Do you know what ideas and self-protection skills will those cunning and mysterious halflings instill in their students?

Maybe there is something wrong with the death of the witch hunter, but now he hopes Milian helps, so it is not a good time to dig into the bottom line.

Murphy looked at the dawn outside the window, and the annoying sunlight once again showed that he, the vampire, was about to lie dormant.

Staying up all night last night made him a little tired. The weakness of the witch hunter's poisonous blood made him drowsy. However, the thrill of fighting and the first hunt seemed to have made Murphy awaken some of the night qualities of a vampire. He found that he showed an indifference beyond his imagination in dealing with death.

Especially the death of others.

He didn't know if this was normal, but it was the biggest trouble that he might come over to fight his witch hunter at any time. Murphy felt that he should prepare early.

And most importantly, he will reaffirm his next goal:

Before completing this terrible journey to meet Tris in Cardman City, he must complete his novice guidance task and enable all the functions that can be turned on so that the potential of the small players can be maximized.

Only when they become more and more powerful can they and Tris stay away from dangers that are visible at any time.

The young vampire narrowed his eyes as the sunlight outside. At this moment, Murphy was a little looking forward to the hunt that the witch hunter might launch.

He gradually realized that the test administrator system was really useful and had nothing to be afraid of. Now he just hopes that the storm of life will come more violently and water his little leeks to let them grow vigorously.
Chapter completed!