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Developnt Log: Instance, Set, and “Guarantee” chanism_1 405: 141.
Developnt Log: Instance, Set, and “Guarantee” chanism_1 The players left Transylvania for the 32nd hour.
At the underground collapse of the Blood Eagle Corridor, dozens of survivors from the camp were busying here, moving boulders, clearing the ground and reopening the confusedly complex stairs extending downwards inside the corridor.
Those laboring in the corridor could earn 1.5 tis the labor points of other jobs in the camp every day and enjoy a rather generous and most importantly completely free lunch at noon.
Consequently, only those most diligent and most loyal were assigned by Milian to work here.
They were also the most trustworthy.
After all, this was the old nest of the Blood Vulture Clan, many things of which could not be known to outsiders.
Its inside also holds many strange secret rooms according to ancient vampire traditions, even Cui Si and Phemys couldn’t quite say what existed in many places.
Like the underground warehouse that is currently being opened.
Murphy stood not far away, his hands folded behind him, his eyes gazing at the place from the Demon Sword around his waist.
Observing around, he could still see the path leading to the sacred blood pool of the corridor, but it had collapsed completely and irreparably.
The damage around the hall of the sacred blood pool was catastrophic.
Murphy had decided to seal off this area until it possessed enough manpower, as it is soon to be turned into a “copy area”.
Next to him, loyal Maxim, clad in heavy and majestic full-plate armour with two swords on his waist, stood firm like Murphy’s shadow.
He did not know what his master was waiting for here.
But Maxim seed to still be imrsed in that concluded council eting at this mont.
Unable to resist his internal confusion, he asked softly:
“My Lord, what kind of magic did you use?
It made your vassals serve you like they’ve taken a stimulant, and they even finished the plan for the subsequent migration of the camp with only half a day’s work.”
“By the Mother of the night, I even saw that always cunning and lazy Mr.
Portman personally leading the camp guards to transport materials to the ruins of the old urban district.”
“He seed to be a changed person…”
“Did you distort his personality?”
“I know vampires can do that, just as letting the unruly Adel turn into your faithful pup…”
“No, he only found aning in life, Adel isn’t my faithful pup, her soul and personality are independent, and I give her the opportunity to pursue freedom.
You should pay attention to the art of speaking, Mark.”
“Don’t cause unnecessary misunderstandings over language.”
“The change in Mr.
Portman is actually easy to explain, this ordinary four-decade-old man has faced his long-eroded ambition and ideal.”
Murphy said softly:
“Our Mr.
Portman is a hedonist, after rewarding himself after a night of emptiness and restlessness at the age of 20, he swore to himself in the Sage’s Ti that he would sleep with at least 99 won in his life…”
“I simply told him his ambition was pitiful.”
“I told him that as long as he’s willing to and his body can bear, even 999 isn’t a problem.”
“I showed him the possibility of his desire coming true, you understand, Mark?”
“All it takes is for our territories to withstand the Black Disaster for six months, and he’ll be able to live the life of luxury he dreamt of.
From this perspective, Sir Portman is actually the most easily satisfied among my vassals.”
“The really troubleso one would be Mada Jules.”
“Her sincerity towards faith is impressing, but I’m disturbed by my manipulation of her faith.”
“I really didn’t release any evil magic, Mark.
I just unfolded their desires and let them see their own longings, that’s all.”
Murphy sighed.
He lifted his left hand to look at his slender and pale fingers, feeling the increasingly active power nad “Desire Ability” within his body.
He felt directly the strength of this “original sin”.
It was an incredibly powerful entity, even Salockdale and Cui Si couldn’t truly extract its real power.
Luckily or unluckily, it seems as if Murphy found the right way to use it.
“Morality can only restrain oneself, but desire can dominate others.”
Murphy was reciting this sentence in his heart, he closed his fingers, balling his hand into a fist in the dark under Maxim’s reverent and loyal gaze, as if holding onto so invisible power.
“Lord, Baron, the path below is open now!”
A few minutes later, a dirty-faced foreman ca to report the good news.
Murphy nodded with satisfaction, and offered a pleasant word to the sweaty foreman:
“Lead the workers to rest for a while.
You’ve done a great job.
After you’ve cleared the rubble here, you can return to the camp.
I’ll remind Milian to arrange a holiday for you in the near future.”
“Thank you, my Lord.”
The foreman thanked Murphy with a flattering smile.
As the Vampire Lord moved forward, Maxim behind him was sizing up the foreman.
He suddenly offered:
“We also need such good workers in my territory.
Are you interested in rebuilding Rim Village?
I can appoint you as the village head, and give you a quota for 50 people for you to choose your own assistants in the camp.”
“Ah…”
The foreman didn’t expect such good fortune.
He was overjoyed and imdiately agreed, then watched the two superiors with a pleased eye as they entered the just-opened warehouse underground.
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