2.After a month of sharpening the sword, this is the result？
2.After a month of sharpening the sword, this is the result? (Page 1/2)
Although it's been a month since time travel, it's a bit embarrassing that the Goldfinger system hasn't been decompressed yet, but Murphy feels very good about himself..
He thought this might be some kind of hell "test"”！
For example, let yourself take a month to adapt to the feeling of being an "other world" before getting the golden finger that can change your life, so as not to suddenly have the power to change your life and quickly release your true nature to become a "superhero" like Azu.”.
Of course, maybe all of the above are just his own imagination. Maybe the real reason is that he is too good..
“I'm back.”
Murphy carried the food and entered the main house. The moment he opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol..
If you follow the smell, you can see a long-haired drunkard curled up on a worn-out sofa. There are all kinds of empty wine bottles at his feet, and he is holding a half-empty bottle in his hand..
The mottled mechanical clock on the wall makes a clicking sound when it moves, and there are several scarlet women's robes draped on the dilapidated balcony. Beyond the spots of annoying sunlight, slight and rhythmic snoring can be heard in this ancient building. The house echoed.
The clean blankets on the sofa were covered with a human-shaped depression, and a long-haired drunk girl was lying on it, sleeping soundly in a very inelegant posture, and would scratch her slender waist with her fingers from time to time..
If you add another snot bubble, this place will look more like the boudoir of a century-old witch..
Murphy takes it for granted.
He first tidied up the room and sent today's bottles of wine to the basement, then rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen. After a while of busy work, a bowl of bread porridge with meatballs and duck blood was brought out..
Theoretically, a vampire can survive without eating anything as long as blood and may live a better life. However, given the family conditions of Murphy and Ms. Tracey, let alone raising blood slaves who regularly draw blood to support their masters, they can occasionally suck blood. Every bite of fresh blood is considered a holiday.
Have you seen those fat mice roaming freely in the yard?？
That was the "reserve blood pack" that Ms. Tris prepared for herself before "living together" with Murphy.”！
In the past month, she recommended this "energy-saving, environmentally friendly, self-sufficient" lifestyle to Murphy several times, but he politely declined every time..
He doesn't mind being a pica in a magical other world, but forget about high-end ingredients like rat rats..
To be honest, before meeting Ms. Tris, Murphy never imagined that a dignified midnight aristocrat could get such a high position in a city where vampires are in power..
“Wake up, Tris, it’s time to eat.”
He placed the bowl that could have been his grandfather's on the table that was at least six times older than him. He bent over the sofa and helped his elder up..
“"Elder" refers to the first vampire given to a mortal..
In their culture, this word has a similar meaning to parents. Whether it is the Blood Eagle Clan or several other clans, there are strict and ancient sacred regulations on the matter of first love. It is not just a form of vampire reproduction, so respecting the elders The meaning in vampire culture is also quite formal..
Unfortunately, Murphy's elder was so different that the newly arrived Murphy had a serious misunderstanding of the entire vampire race..
These nocturnal guys must be unreliable because of long-term sleep deprivation and biological clock disorders.！
“Ha, little Murphy, let me sleep a little longer...”
Ms. Tris in her arms muttered in her sleep, rubbed against Murphy's broad chest like a cat, and then tried to continue sleeping, leaving Murphy helpless for a while..
“Well, let me tell you, I dreamed about when I was young. I dreamed that I was still a genius elder of the Blood Eagle Clan. Salokdar poured wine for me personally, and the handsome Lord Paying invited me to join him. dinner.
Damn old Edward avoid me...”
To be honest, the appearance of this vampire lady who is talking nonsense is quite stunning. She has the aura of a mature big sister mixed with the unique coquettishness of the midnight aristocrat..
With her black hair as smooth as a waterfall and her waist and blazing eyes, she is enough to become the focus of men's eyes in any occasion..
However, a horrifying scar like a centipede extended from her slender neck to her bra, and oozed from her slender to plump waist and stopped at her crotch, almost penetrating her body, like Regretful cracks on fine porcelain.
Not only did it severely damage her beauty, but it also destroyed the power that a vampire relies on for survival..
The other vampires didn't call her "waste" as a slur. Tris had indeed lost most of her powers. She never told Murphy about the source of her scars, and Murphy never asked..
After all, two people living together always need a sense of boundaries..
“Wow, this tastes as good as ever! It seems that taking you, this little troublemaker, as my heir is the most correct thing I have ever done in a hundred years of confusion..”
The drunk Cuisi took a sip of porridge and immediately showed a satisfied expression..
She sighed half-drunk and half-awake. When she was about to feast, she saw the luxurious velvet bag that Murphy placed on the table that was incompatible with the surrounding "simple" environment..
Especially the Blood Vulture badge pinned to her pocket, Tris immediately narrowed her eyes..
“What's this？”
She looked at Murphy, slapped the spoon and asked angrily：
“Aren't you not allowed to interact with other blood vultures? They are all a bunch of unworthy bastards! Have you forgotten that that bullshit summoning spell they gave you almost killed you and me? Why are you so disobedient? You want to piss me off to death...Hiccup~”
“I don't want to either.”
As Murphy walked to the balcony to collect and fold the clothes that had been dried, he told Tris what had just happened. He said：
“I can't disobey the clan leader's order. Even if I am asked to die, I have to do it with a smile, right?？”
“This is not as simple as committing suicide.”
Angrily, Cuisi quickly finished the porridge with a dishonorable manner, took the bag, opened it, and took out a slender scroll with a psychic encryption device..
and a seal for unsealing.
She played with these two things and said：
“Who would send a secret code with a decoding seal? Little Murphy, you were used as bait by Salokdar..”
“Huh? So this letter is fake？”
Murphy was not surprised by this, and when faced with his inquiry, Tris shook her head and said：
“No, the letter is true! But it must have been coded. If you can send the letter to the Midnight Hunters, then they can translate the real message. If you die in the hands of the witch hunters, then the surface information of this secret order is enough to mislead them into the blood. The Trap of the Eagle Clan.
Pursuing two coexisting possibilities and interests at the same time is truly a classic Sarokdar style..
The only victim is you, my poor warm-hearted heir.”
At this point, Tris paused..
She glanced at Murphy, who had his back turned to her, rolled her eyes and said to Murphy in a long voice.：
“However, you have accepted the mission, and it is really too late to quit now. As a famous waste elder, I have nothing to give you. Considering that you have served me for a year, there is a secret compartment next to the third pillar in the basement. There is Hiding some stuff I used in the past.
You should use it.
I need to take a nap, my head hurts so much... Oops, look at my dignified elder being injured by alcohol addiction and becoming haggard like this. This is so inappropriate! So from now on, quit drinking！
Well...
Forget it, drink another day today.
I will definitely quit tomorrow！
It’s such a happy decision, little Murphy, give me the money! I'm going to buy wine！”
“...Get some sleep first, I'll buy it for you when I go out for a walk in the evening.”
“Wow, little Murphy, you are so heartwarming! Come for a hug...wait! You're leaving tonight to buy ghost wine! How dare you, Murphy, lie to me! Don't run! I'll beat you up！”
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