241: 86.
Congratulations to the classic role model newbie village monster character, Ghoul, for obtaining work permit!
[26/60]_2 241: 86.
Congratulations to the classic role model newbie village monster character, Ghoul, for obtaining work permit!
[26/60]_2 Maxim was well versed in the techniques of using twin swords in the Vulture Swordsmanship.
“Not bad, you already have the deanor of a strong warrior.”
The loyal servant stepped out of the tent and received Murphy’s praise and affirmation.
A deep laughter ca from beneath the visor, Maxim cheerfully said:
“I’m still not on par with you, my lord, you have already begun the transition from a gallant warrior to a great ruler, and I am not being sycophantic at all.”
“I seriously suspect that the Black Iron Trial released the potential of eloquence in you first, you were not this talkative before.”
Murphy rolled his eyes and waved his hand forward.
The master and servant quickly blended into the night, leaving the survivor camp that was still under curfew.
Both of them had achieved the Black Iron Rank, their speed increased alongside the growth of their own power.
They arrived at the ruins of Cardman City, still covered in ashes, ten minutes later.
Maxim, slightly out of breath, looked up towards the inner city.
After a few seconds, he said softly in the dim light of evening:
“The barrier there has disappeared, my lord, we can go in now.”
“We can, but there’s no need.”
Murphy didn’t even glance at the “new map,” he said:
“Let the witch hunters take the lead instead.
We have a lot of things to deal with in the next two days.
I don’t want to burst your bubble, but the fact is, we’re once again at the brink of survival, only if we fight fiercely can we live.
As one problem is solved, another problem is already on the way.”
“But is that not the norm of your stormy and unpredictable life, my lord?”
Maxim followed behind Murphy and joked:
“Ever since I t you, I have not experienced a ti where victory was easily won, or survival was a given, but that’s a good thing.
Without pressure, where would power co from?”
“Your optimistic attitude is really desirable, can you tell where you bought it?
I also want to get a few pounds, so I won’t be destroyed by this dreadful pressure and lose my fragile sanity.”
Murphy gave a wry smile.
He walked among the city ruins filled with ashes, holding the black ebony stone gifted by Miss Darlin, using his more sensitive nocturnal senses to find the stronghold of the aura of death.
In the job title of Tomb Sword Guard, ‘Tomb’ indicates that this advanced profession draws power from death in the moonlit night.
Therefore, the class change process must be completed in places filled with aura of death.
Such a profession rich in vampire characteristics, even the class change process alone is creepy.
“Found it!”
A few minutes later, Murphy captured a place with a particularly concentrated aura of death.
Even colder and creepier than the graveyards outside the city, it was beneath Murphy and Maxim’s feet, to be precise, it was deep into the underground of the city…
Inside the sewers.
“My lord, this place is too filthy!”
After seeing Murphy lift the manhole cover and preparing to jump in, Maxim imdiately stepped forward and stopped him:
“Even when the city was still thriving, the sewers were known as the refuge for dirt and filth.
I can’t imagine how much unspeakable horrors gathered here after the disaster occurred.
Soone of your dignity should not set foot here, how about we go to the graveyard outside the city?
Or look for an extinct village?”
“Dignity ans nothing in the face of power, Mark, besides, ti!
We don’t have ti to be picky.”
Murphy didn’t seem to mind the filth of the sewers.
Actually, he could guess that the environnt of Cardman City sewers is not that bad because like Maxim said, even when the city was still there, the intricate sewer area was a notorious refuge for filth.
Various forces of darkness moved in the sewers, building their own underground nests.
Which ans it’s not dirty there.
At most, it’s just a bit outdated.
Murphy had visited the underground black market before, there were plenty of places in Cardman City that were occupied by underground gangs.
Those places were generally located in the sewers.
The vampires in the city were aware of the existence of the black market, but no one thought of cracking down on them.
Even during the most difficult tis of the war, vampires had to rely on the underground black market for so living supplies.
This was the territory of the Vultures, and the original sin of the Vultures was desire.
You can imagine to what extent the descendants of desire would indulge themselves, anyway, it was lucky for this world that the Faith of Lust didn’t exist, otherwise, the Vulture vampires would definitely be the first ones to be corrupted.
Upon reconsideration, even Murphy felt a bit contemptuous of his “brethren”.
“Let’s go!”
The vampire jumped lightly into the vertical shaft leading to the sewer, followed closely by Maxim.
The two fell nearly five ters and landed firmly in the dark tunnel, then they moved forward one after the other towards the pitch-dark path guided by the aura of death.
“Puff”
Maxim took out a small gas torch used for kindling, and lit the torches on both sides of the ancient sewer walls along the way.
They walked through the narrow and dark place, and the sound of trickling water could be heard.
“The underground water system is still intact, this is good news.”
Murphy, who was not afraid walking in the darkness, felt quite at ease.
Ignoring the terrible odour, he said to Maxim, who was following him warily with his hand on the sword hilt:
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