My players are so fierce

Chapter 1 1. The clan leader has decided, it’s up to you to deliver... Uh, ahem, shoulder the heavy responsibility!
Cadman City is as peaceful as ever today. Although the clouds of war are approaching, considering that the damn war has been going on for almost ten years, the people who have long been accustomed to the rationing system say that their mood is still stable today.

What else can we do if it’s unstable?
Rebellion?
The vampire gentlemen in the city have been waiting for them to do this for a long time, didn't they expect it?Those bastards who physically knock out the bones and suck out the marrow are worried that they don't have good cannon fodder to send to the front line, so the smart people naturally can't go along with their wishes.

"Look, that poor vampire is here again for help!"

"Shhhhhhh, keep your voice down, don't be heard. No matter what, I am a formal member of the Blood Eagle Clan."

"What are you afraid of? I heard from the aunt next door to my neighbor's second uncle's third cousin who works as a restaurant cook's helper in the city hall. This boy and his elders are both famous 'Blood Vulture Wastemen'. I heard that the distance Being kicked out of the family is just one step away, so what if he hears it?
The vampires themselves don't want to see him, so do we poor bullied people still want to give him a good look? "

"That's right! The dignified vampires came here to fight for relief with us civilians. Shameless, the servants of the desolate knight master who fled from East Prussia knew that they had to cover their faces when they came to receive the relief food! It's not like him, carefree, It’s a shame!”

"But don't tell me yet, this guy is quite handsome."

"Nonsense, how can he be attracted by 'Money-minded Tris' if he's not handsome? I heard that this guy used to be a pretty boy who charmed thousands of girls. Uh, he's looking over here, quick!
Smile! "

As Murphy in the crowd turned his head, the group of people whispering immediately all changed their faces and gave them beautiful and flattering smiles.

Just like the respect and hypocrisy they showed when they saw other members of the Blood Vulture clan.

"Good morning, gossiping scumbags!"

Murphy also returned an impeccable and perfect smile to them, and greeted them with his "native dialect" by the way.

Although the other party seemed very relieved by nodding and bowing in return, it was actually quite boring to keep bullying these alien husbands who didn't know a foreign language.

Mainly because no matter how fun the game is, Murphy feels a little numb after playing it for a month.

But his shawl black hair, clear black and white eyes that seemed to be talking, and a neutral face made all the girls and daughters-in-law in the crowd have bright eyes. Unfortunately, his skin was so fair that it was abnormal and there was a hint of light in the depths of his eyes. The bloody light put them off.

vampire.
A legendary supernatural creature.

They are of the dark type, stay day and night, and always like to do some bad things such as prison training and blood-sucking play, which leads to their reputation throughout the continent being quite bad.But this is the Transia region of the Confederation of Portia, a territory controlled by vampires, so their reputation here is slightly better.

Well, the "slightly better" mentioned here means that people will not scold them openly and use dung forks to greet them, but it is still inevitable to be gossiped behind their backs like just now.

After all, the direct result of the Blood Vulture Clan's more than 400 years of cultivation in this area is that the number of ghost stories here is the largest in the mainland, and the missing people near Cadman City every year can form a reinforcement camp. In this case, ordinary people and vampires It's a ghost if they can love each other.

Murphy was used to the whispers around him.

With the aloof demeanor that a vampire should have, he ignored the good and evil looks around him and lined up in the queue quite law-abidingly. Not only did he wait patiently, he even gave way to a lady holding a hungry child.

This detail made several people in the crowd dressed as scholars feel better about the young vampire. However, Murphy himself didn't know what the use of their kindness was.

Emmm, regardless of whether it is useful or not, just do something good if you can get a good impression.

"Two Type A relief rations, thank you."

When it was his turn, he spoke generously and warmly to the soldiers distributing food in front of him. His manners were impeccable. Even when he was receiving relief food, he behaved as if he were entering the palace to meet the king.

The main thing is an elegance.

However, the "king" in front of him had a dead face and threw the two rough packages to Murphy, not even bothering to look at him.

Even if the nameplate on this soldier means that he is a servant of a certain vampire, referred to as a "blood servant", in theory he should respect all vampires.

Unfortunately, Murphy is clearly not on his "respect list."

"Little Murphy, the 'good old days' between you and Ms. Tracey are coming to an end."

Just as Murphy turned to leave, a sarcasm suddenly sounded like a whisper in his ears. He looked back and saw that the vampire sitting in the shadows behind supervising the food distribution also gave him a false smile.

Murphy didn't know this guy, after all, he just "came over" a month ago.

Perhaps there is information about this guy in the remaining memories in his mind, but Murphy is too lazy to look for clues because his new identity is a bit embarrassing.

As the unexpected offspring of Ms. Tris, the "famous loser" of the Blood Vulture clan, after a serious alcohol accident, Murphy's status in this family is really sad to hear and shed tears to see.

In the one year since he became a vampire, this unlucky guy has only been able to enter the "Blood Vulture Corridor" in Cadman City a handful of times, let alone receive invitations to parties from other people of the same race, and has no way to contact other vampires.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past month since he came here, the number of fat rats he has seen in Tris's small dilapidated manor is more than the number of vampires he has seen.

But although Murphy is "reclusive", he is actually quite famous in the Blood Vulture Clan. Even the old aunt of the blood servant who is responsible for sweeping the floor and emptying the toilets in the Blood Vulture Corridor knows about him. After all, Murphy is the first person in Cadman City to fight against Ms. Tris, the "Cruel King", is an ethnic group that she will never abandon.

He has been living in Tris's dilapidated courtyard for a year since he was transformed into a vampire, and he still serves her like a relative.

Such a tender story is quite "legendary" in the vampire clan full of conspiracy and violence, and its popularity has been included in the "Seven Mysteries of Cadman City" and other weird stories.

"What do you mean?"

Murphy kept his mouth motionless, but his voice was transmitted back to the vampire in the shadow.

Onomatopoeia!

The most rudimentary use of the dark psychic talent a vampire is born with.

[Successfully using low-level psychic skills once, the proficiency in dark psychic perception and manipulation is improved. Currently, it is "Enterprise". 】

The moment he finished speaking onomatopoeia, a prompt like this popped up in front of Murphy's eyes, but he was already used to this, and he just lamented once again how difficult it is to improve his skills.

It's been a month and I'm still getting started.

"It's nothing interesting. I just wish you a happy trip."

The vampire replied in a subtle tone.

Probably feeling that such sarcasm was not enough, he made another gesture. The blood servant responsible for distributing food immediately fawningly took three more bags of relief food and stuffed them into Murphy's arms.

What does this mean?
Murphy blinked and calmly bowed slightly to say goodbye to his fellow clan members, who also responded with a perfunctory courtesy as abide by the family rules of the Blood Vulture clan.

On the way back to the manor, Murphy looked at the five packages of relief food in his arms and couldn't help but think:

"Does this mean 'eat enough to get on the road'? You're crazy! I'm so low-key and depressed, is there anyone who wants to trouble me? These damn vampires really need to be dealt with!"

Making complaints like this, he quickly walked towards his "manor" under the shadow of the wall, but every 100 meters he walked, a line of prompts would pop up in front of him.

[Successfully complete a shadow walk, and the proficiency of stealth and stealth skills will be improved. It is currently "skilled". 】

Those who didn't know better thought he was practicing his skills, but in fact it was just forced by the situation.After all, who wants to be a thief walking along the wall when he can take the main road?
It was almost nine o'clock, and the sun had become vicious. The most difficult moment of the day for vampires was about to come. In order to avoid being burned by the sun, Murphy, who had no money to purchase expensive sunshade products, could only walk in the shade.

Normal vampires will not be active in the sun. The fall of night is the beginning of their day of joy, but Murphy does not have such extravagant habits.

On the one hand, his family is now poor and life is under pressure. If he hadn't rushed to get food early in the morning, he and his good-for-nothing elder would have been hungry today.On the other hand, it's because the alien soul in his vampire body has a very stubborn routine.

When I first "came over", I tried to stay out at night out of curiosity. The result was like a 30-year-old man who stayed overnight in an Internet cafe and it took him three days to recover.

I can stay up late, but only a little.

"Ugh."

Even though it was only early in the morning, Murphy sighed for the 17th time today.

He held the food and pushed open the iron gate of the "manor". He used too much force, causing the rusty and disrepaired iron gate to slam into the dusty and overgrown "manor". "At the edge of the garden", there was so much movement that three fat mice started running away.

[Successfully destroyed a scene, melee combat and physical attack skill proficiency is improved, currently "Introduction"]

The familiar prompt popped up again, making Murphy feel tired again.

Less than half of his entry-level melee skills were provided by this poor iron gate in the past month, so why don't you quickly say thank you, Uncle Iron Gate?

Murphy looked at the "manor" in front of him that he had lived in for a month. From the mottled buildings, he could vaguely see its glory in its heyday. It was a very classic "quiet in the midst of chaos" mansion with carefully laid out gardens. It runs through the entire nearly [-] square meter yard.

There is also a deep wine cellar and a towering observatory. The main house is even more beautiful and even decorated with unknown statues of gods.

Unfortunately, that was at least a hundred years ago.

Now this dilapidated manor is an abandoned house waiting to be demolished. It is a place where even homeless people will not visit. It is really hard to imagine that this place will be the dwelling place of a former vampire elder who claims to have lived for 500 years.

"Refnor Murphy Lesembra!"

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's 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, he 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 manners. 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 Morland Village. You will be given 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."

"Yes."

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 Eagle 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, is there anything about this vampire in front of you that can be compared to ' 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."

"Ok?"

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? Even armor and weapons. Wait, this is Tris's manor? Your elder is that useless person, Is it the former elder Tris?
Well, no wonder then.

I did hear some rumors about you in the Blood Eagle Corridor. I thought they were just absurd jokes. 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 either, kid."

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

Murphy couldn't stand it anymore.

He could tolerate the sarcasm 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 what you need. In addition, if you can't come back, there will be other misfortunes.
Well, I mean there will be other reliable people taking care of Elder Tris on your behalf.

So, go ahead and be brave. "

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

"I've been holding it in for a whole month, and I can finish 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 and bent down to hold the relief food in his arms. As he walked into the courtyard, he thought:
"When I get my fortune-changing golden finger, I'll let you bastards go. I've recorded all the guys who spoke rudely to me in my notebook. I'm not a generous person.

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

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(End of this chapter)