5: 2.
A Month of Sword Sharpening, Is This the Result?_2 5: 2.
A Month of Sword Sharpening, Is This the Result?_2 “I didn’t want to either.”
As Murphy went to the balcony to collect the dried clothes and fold them up, he relayed what had just happened to Cui Si, saying:
“I can’t defy the Clan Leader’s order, even if it ans marching to my death, I have to do it with a smile, right?”
“This isn’t as simple as marching to your death.”
Irritated, Cui Si quickly finished her porridge in an improper manner, grabbed the bag and took out a slender scroll with a spiritual energy encryption device from it.
And a seal for decryption.
She fiddled with the two items and said:
“Who sends a secret ssage with a decryption seal?
Little Murphy, you’re being used as bait by Salockdale.”
“Huh?
So, the ssage is fake?”
Murphy wasn’t surprised at all, but in response to his question, Cui Si shook her head and said:
“No, the ssage is real!
But they definitely used coded language.
If you can deliver the ssage to the Midnight Hunters, they’ll translate the real ssage.
If you die at the hands of the witch hunters, the superficial information in this secret order would be enough to mislead them into the trap of the Blood Vulture Clan.
Pursuing two co-existing possibilities and advantages, Salockdale’s classic style.
The only sacrifice is you, my poor heart-warming descendant.”
Cui Si paused here.
She glanced at Murphy who was facing away from her, rolled her eyes and stretched her voice to Murphy:
“But you’ve accepted the mission, now it’s too late to back out, as the infamous useless elder, I don’t have much to give you.
Considering the year you served , there’s a secret compartnt next to the third pillar in the basent.
It holds so things from my past.
You should find them useful.
I need to take a nap now, my head hurts…
My, how should an elder like have been worn out by an addiction to alcohol, unacceptable!
So from now on, I’m quitting drinking!
Uh…
Never mind, I’ll drink one more day today.
I will quit tomorrow for sure!
So it’s decided, Little Murphy, give money!
I want to buy liquor!”
“…Go sleep for a while.
I’ll buy it for you when I go out for a walk tonight.”
“Wow, little Murphy, you’re so warm-hearted!
Co, give a hug…Wait!
You’re leaving tonight, who’s going to buy the liquor!
You dare to deceive , Murphy!
Don’t run!
I’ll beat you!”
—
The basent of Cui Si’s estate was spacious, the destruction from a psychic explosion a month ago was still very evident, fragnts of bricks and tiles were scattered around, the shadow that seed unable to be wiped off from the floor gave Murphy a chill as he stepped into the darkness.
After all, the body’s original owner died here.
This is an ominous place.
“If we really swapped lives, then you should be sitting in an air-conditioned office in the sumr exploiting your employees, and I would be suffering here for you, and even having to support that monster mother of yours.”
Murphy clasped his hands and said softly:
“If you, who are discontent with mundanity, have inherited the position I struggled to gain for a decade in that world full of supplies, then you should be content with a life without any worries about food and clothing.
Don’t beco a ghost here to tornt , a place where supernatural power truly exists, or else I won’t be polite!
You’re a dead ghost, I’m a vampire.
Since we’re all ghosts, who’s afraid of who!”
After completing this mysterious “ritual”, Murphy found the secret compartnt under the third pillar as instructed by Cui Si and took a package from it.
An exquisite dark red Protective Leather Armor that includes boots and gloves, a scarlet cloak embroidered with patterns, and a cool Gauntlet Swift Sword.
All of them are refined artifacts standard to a Blood Clan Elder, probably a final nto of Cui Si’s past glorious era.
So she really pulled out her last resources?
“The spiritual energy leak is a bit serious, has it not been maintained for hundreds of years?”
Murphy held the Swift Sword and played a flower trick with it gracefully.
His muscle mory retained the remnants of Blood Vulture Swordsmanship, but it was unfortunate that this originally spiritual-powered object had now turned into a chunk of ordinary iron.
It was still sharp enough, though.
He put on the Protective Leather Armor, fastened the clasp of the cloak, then put on the matching vampire black mask on his face and finally pulled up the hood of the armor.
A mysterious Blood Clan image was imdiately ford.
Although there was no mirror, it goes without saying that he looked extraordinarily handso.
After all, the handso face that didn’t require any work to enjoy a comfortable life was the only thing that Murphy could be proud of now.
[“Real Different World” test-version administrator system installation package extraction progress: 100%!
System installation begins, please wait!
Character card module installation…Test permission allocation…Alpha database binding…Information resonance and Spiritual Psychic Projection module initiation…Authorization completed…Personalized extension mode embedded…Newbie guide module activated…
The ti of testing is near!]
The mont Murphy finished changing his equipnt, the semi-transparent character card in front of him erupted with a burst of radiance, engulfing all of Murphy’s vision.
As if he was thrown into a mysterious nebula, stars twinkled wherever he looked, and the originally simple character card was constantly being installed with new modules, quickly becoming incredibly complex.
In such circumstances, it’s hard to accurately perceive the passage of ti, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable, it was like waiting for a newly downloaded program to start running while sitting in front of the computer.
As the starlight in the background dimd, a refreshed interface appeared before Murphy:
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