4.The chosen young and old men, go and create miracles
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Murphy found the underground black market and made some purchases in the city where the rationing system was implemented. He spent a lot of money on hand and bought a bunch of things and brought them back to the manor..
The reason why he didn't leave the money to Tris was simple..
That guy would definitely use it all to buy wine, and then rely on the vampire's long standby to fight hunger while drunk. She was very proud to say that she had been doing this for sixty years..
Murphy suspected that this was the main reason why Tris was so weak..
Such a beautiful girl, but she ended up starving..
At this time, Tris was still resting upstairs. Murphy did not disturb the patient and put the cut bread and some cans into the squeaky mechanical refrigerator..
If Murphy remembers correctly, the silly, big, black thing in front of him is nicknamed "Steam 800". It is said to have been invented by a halfling mechanic from Shardor in the year 800. It is a unique "steam machine" in this world. "Featured Creations.
To be honest, Murphy can understand the principle of using steam to heat food, but what exactly is the method of using steam for refrigeration?？
Of course, now is not a good time to think deeply about the fantasy physics of another world and then turn your brain into a pot of porridge..
The unlucky vampire packed his bag with enough food and some odds and ends for three days, and wrote down on a piece of paper how to prepare some of the side dishes he made. The steps were so detailed that as long as Tris didn't drink herself silly, she would be fine. I can definitely prepare the dishes well.
Finally, he took out his old pocket watch and checked the time..
It's almost dusk, it's time to set off.
Behind Murphy was a dark room with the windows covered. He did not turn on the gas lamp that was older than him, but slowly walked out of the place where he had lived for a month in the darkness..
The vampires' concept of punctuality is fully revealed at this time.
When Murphy walked to the door, as the horse bell rang, a black carriage drove out of the alley across the street and stopped at the door of the manor..
It was not a luxurious thing, just an ordinary four-wheeled carriage used for business. There were eight dull-looking, skinny blood servants sitting in the carriage. Murphy frowned as he looked at it..
This is probably more appropriately called "blood slave".
At first glance, he looked like a seriously ill patient who had been kept in captivity for a long time to have his blood pumped to make him stupid. Not to mention going to war and performing tasks, if he could survive until early tomorrow morning without dying in front of Murphy, it would be considered a great success..
The driver was a tall man with a hood covering his face. He was the only person who could look at the "well-meaning" patriarch's bodyguard who supported Murphy..
He is in good health and tall, which makes people feel safe at first sight..
When he saw Murphy, the guy immediately took the initiative to say hello.：
“Salute to you, Mr. Murphy, we are the servants sent by Master Jed to support you. The armor and weapons you need have been placed in the carport. Can we set off now?？”
“It turns out that the name of the personal guard is Jed..”
Murphy made a mental note of the name.
Although people most likely gave him all this "help" out of pity for him, help is help. Even though he is down and out, he doesn't owe him any favors..
If I can come back, I must find a way to return this help..
He nodded to the driver, but instead of sitting in the cramped shed, he took out a bag containing armor and weapons..
Finally, I sat down next to the driver..
The view here is good enough and ventilated. If there is any danger, you can immediately apply oil on the soles of your feet..
“Let's go.”
Murphy pulled up his hood to cover his face and said something to the coachman, but the latter did not raise his whip, but whispered：
“Sir, where is your elder?！”
“Um？”
Murphy turned his head in surprise and saw Tris, who had been resting just now, wearing a red cloak and standing barefoot by the garden of the dilapidated courtyard, looking at him silently as if she was saying goodbye to a wanderer..
“Hold on.”
Murphy said something to the driver, jumped out of the car and walked quickly to Tris. He frowned and said：
“Why don't you wear shoes when you come out?？”
“So, is this what you want to say to me before you leave? Little Murphy.”
Tris stroked her long hair and rolled her eyes..
She shook her head and stretched out her hand to help Murphy put the hood and mask on his face into place. During this close process, Tris looked at him with serious eyes, and something was dancing in her scarlet eyes. A light that makes Murphy feel strange.
She patted Murphy's heart and whispered：
“Once you leave, don’t come back! Take this opportunity to leave Cadman City and completely break away from the Blood Vulture territory.！
Whether you go to the Kingdom of Nordtof in the north and join the Thorn Clan, or go south across the Dark Mountains to the Misty Coast to join the Blood Terror Fleet, or even look for the Blood Alliance knights who are patrolling around the Dark Mountains..
No matter where you go, it will be better than staying here! Of course, remember to avoid those thugs and gangsters from the Wolfsbane clan..
When you get there, find the clan leaders or elders of those clans and tell them my name..
I only say it once！
My full name is Tracey Cavendina Jia Lorraine Lesenbra..
Although I am just a useless person who is ignored and forgotten in Cadman City and is declared dead, I still have some reputation among other clans. If those old men and women of my generation are not dead yet, then they will accept you.
Little Murphy, listen to me carefully！
The Blood Eagle Clan is hopeless.
We have violated the 'Code of Refuge' that all vampires have to abide by since the Holy Blood Patrol. We walked from the shadows into the sunshine and openly triggered a confrontation between civilization and the kingdom. Even the most tolerant knights of the blood alliance did not Will take care of us again.
This is only the least of all the sins we commit.
Let's go, little Murphy.
Ignore the order that simply tells you to die..”
These words were not at all like what the useless king who was drunk all day long could say, and it really surprised Murphy. He looked at Tris in astonishment..
The latter shook his head to signal him to stop talking, and then turned around and left without hesitation..
Didn't give Murphy any chance to ask questions.
Murphy savored the advice.
He watched Tris return to the main house, then turned around and got on the carriage, and soon disappeared on the desolate street in the evening amidst the ringing of the horse bell..
He can feel the eyes on him from behind.
He knew that Tris must be watching him leave from the balcony. At this moment, Murphy felt a sense of reluctance in his heart..
Although I have only lived here for a month, this experience is really fresh in my memory. After all, I have lived in another world for more than thirty years and had to suffer all kinds of foreign crimes.？
But the reluctance is real.
Ms. Tris is really a quite unique person, and this final warning seems to cast an even more mysterious color on her, which makes Murphy have to think about it. But... let's go？
What a joke！
He won't leave in such a dejected manner！
Even if he wants to escape, he must take Tris with him. Although he is in a different world, Murphy does not owe favors.！
At this time, on the balcony of the main house, Cuisi, standing in the shadows in the evening light, narrowed her charming eyes, and her pale fingers wrapped in a handkerchief clenched into fists under the cover of the cloak..
In the dilapidated courtyard where only one person was left, she gritted her teeth and whispered：
“Is it really necessary to do this? Sarokdar! Isn't it enough to deliberately give this child the wrong summoning ritual and almost kill him? He actually wanted him to save his life before sending him to die..
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