Chapter 1618: 543. True Brain-Waterlogged Mummy Girl_3
“No wonder you’re so different from the other dead folks with all their doom and gloom—turns out you’ve got water in that brain of yours!”
Murphy couldn’t quite grasp the true thoughts of the mummy girl before him, but he was certain one thing about her stood out—she was disturbingly “happy” even in this situation, a kind of goofy happiness she couldn’t possibly hide. So, fine, he’d let her be.
Heh, it’s just waterlogged brains. Small problem!
The Vampire Lord, however, had another concern, so he asked:
“Earlier, you ntioned to my warriors that you had news about the Civilization Slate. So, whose slate are we talking about? Goat n? Or Wolf People?”
“Ehhhhh!”
Murphy’s question startled the mummy priest, who was happily ripping out a Goat Man’s liver. She let out a surprised squeal, then replied in an oddly peculiar tone:
“Wow, you actually get it! Everyone else starts off by asking what the hell this Civilization Slate is, but not you. It seems the tales of the creator still branch through the shadows on this fallen continent rife with false faiths.
And you!
You must be one of the creator’s potential believers, right? So, Mr. Murphy, should I take a mont to enlighten you about the Holy Father and Savior of our Sanghai people?”
“That won’t be necessary, miss. Though admitting this might lose the favor of the Midnight Mother, I must confess—I’m actually already a devoted believer in the creator.”
Murphy blinked and didn’t elaborate further on the matter of faith. Just judging from Nifytelli’s laughter, it was clear she was rely joking and had no intentions of converting Murphy into a follower of the Death Moon.
After all, who on this continent doesn’t know the tragic truth that vampires are “the dung under the divine spirit’s gaze”?
And more so, this waterlogged-brain mummy girl before him is actually a legitimate clergy mber. Given her credentials, Murphy figured that in the entirety of Transylvania, only Triss could possibly hold her own against Nifytelli in theological debates.
Neither Old Eugene nor Mother Marianne, nor even Natalie—currently undergoing psychological counseling from Crow Brother—could match this mummy girl in matters of religion.
“Back to the slate—I’d once thought it was in your possession.”
Murphy said quietly:
“But now it seems you’ve lost it. Tell , that object…you stole it from an old Wolf Man, didn’t you? The one missing a paw?”
“Huh, looks like that poor guy’s bad luck is tied to you, Governor Murphy. I just knew it—so old, blind, and moronic Wolf Man carrying around a miracle like the Civilization Slate and wandering around Wasteland Mountain could only an trouble.
I’ve turned that guy into my servant, Governor. He’s still lurking in those filthy pirates’ camp…
Ah!
Creator above, look at with my waterlogged brain!
I completely forgot the important matter!”
The mummy girl exclaid:
“You must hurry to save them! Sir Murphy, your distant kin are being surrounded by peculiar underground creatures. I was with them until those vile creations attacked us, which forced to gamble and break away, escaping with the Wolf People’s Civilization Slate and fleeing all the way to Transylvania.
But in the middle of everything…
Damn it!
I can’t say the na.”
“Twilight?”
Murphy asked expressionlessly:
“Was it the Twilight followers who ambushed you halfway? Did they snatch the slate and toss you into Baphot’s Underground Palace to die?”
“No! Not at all—it was the Goat n’s Nightmare High Priest who attacked .”
Nifytelli solemnly raised a hand wrapped in peculiar bandages and waved it. She continued:
“But given that cursed high priest is indeed a Twilight follower, your guess is still correct. The slate was stolen by them and is probably sowhere in the Earth Palace now.
I suspect those vile creations attacking us might also be connected to Twilight. Once they wipe out the Blood Fear Clan’s land troops, they’ll head to Baphot’s Palace to claim the slate.
I have no clue what those bastards are collecting the Civilization Slates for, but it’s clear that we all have a reason to stop them and take the slate back!
If it’s what the enemy desires, we can’t let them have it.”
“Well said.”
Murphy stood abruptly, declaring:
“Can you guide us to the location?
I’ll summon my clan here to rescue my unfortunate Blood Fear brethren. Sigh, who could’ve predicted that these miserable souls’ journey ho after two centuries would be fraught with so many trials and tribulations?”
“That’s their own damn fault. Honestly, there’s no need to fret over those wretched pirates. My brain’s waterlogged solely because they insisted on playing so cursed plank-walking ga on the deck.”
The mummy girl grumbled:
“All I wanted to do was swipe their clan’s sacred artifact.
It’s not like I even managed to steal it!
And they had the nerve to get so mad at ? Those idiot vampires! They have absolutely no clue where their sacred artifact even cos from.
It’s not so gift from the Midnight Mother; it’s the creator’s legacy! Collecting them is every Sanghai person’s god-given noble responsibility.
Hah!
A bunch of clueless morons.”
“Uh, while I don’t fully understand everything that happened on your journey, forgive for saying—plank-walking doesn’t exactly sound like ‘just a fun ga’…”
Murphy blinked, sarcastic in his comnt.
Inwardly, he noted Nifytelli’s tirade—that the Blood Fear Clan’s sacred artifact was almost certainly tied to the creator—and then reached for the Treasure Bead to summon Triss.
Ah, so Lord Paryen had sought out that ragtag bunch of Blood Fear fools to lend a hand, but now Murphy had to go rescue them. The mummy girl wasn’t wrong!
Those old sea hounds really are a pitiful bunch of fools!
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