946: 321.
Dusk is just around us!_3 946: 321.
Dusk is just around us!_3 Westerburg is not so “backwater small town” like Cardman City.
Before its siege, that city had nearly half a million people, and those who were killed by the epidemic were the Posya Confederation’s most elite soldiers and bravest warriors.
“No, even if I send out all the quotas I have now, relying on players to die and respawn every three days, we still wouldn’t be able to gnaw through this tough bone.”
Murphy quickly made his decision.
He had to request the support of “external forces.”
Of course, it wouldn’t be from Lupa or Marshal Loren—those two wouldn’t use their precious strength for such matters.
The reality is cruel.
If Transylvania can’t withstand the ravaging of the Wolf People, both parties will need to keep their elites to protect their own borders.
Under the current circumstances, helping a neighbor is not a decision a sensible commander would make.
Thus, Murphy planned to seek the aid of another “Golden Thigh.”
“In such life-threatening tis, it seems that only ‘our own’ can be relied upon.”
Lady Governor muttered as she spread her wings at the entrance to the gallery, silently flying over the Inner City area that the Witch Hunters had thoroughly cleaned.
The tents of the Adventurer Guild stood tall in an orderly fashion, and so young people were busy building wooden houses that were more robust and suitable for living.
President Natalie wanted strong and beautiful stone houses, but unfortunately, Dust Beater and Brickmover, leading their construction crew, were currently busy at the collective farm.
They could only start building houses for the New·Avalon Church in the next phase.
Under the cover of night, Murphy gazed toward the more distant Outer City area, still desolate.
Yet a “residential area” composed of squarely topped three-story buildings was beginning to take shape.
These houses would soon undergo the test of Transylvania’s late autumn and early winter.
If they could provide decent insulation, the lord would not have to worry about his people getting through the winter.
He desperately hoped that everything would go smoothly; after all, this land, which had suffered so much, really needed so good news.
A minute later, Murphy lightly landed in the camp of the Blood Covenant Knight Order’s Vanguard.
The place was just as empty.
Murphy knew that the reserve Blood Knights and their escorts were currently honing their combat skills with their little players in the fighting club, while the vanguard’s commander, Lady Rennesia, erged from her tent.
The Bow Knight, with her large bow strapped to her back and fully ard, seed to be about to go “hunting.”
“What have you and Maxim been up to these nights?”
Murphy asked with a curious look,
“Going on dates?”
“I wish.”
The Bow Knight snorted and replied very disdainfully,
“If only your Transylvanian lands didn’t have so many troubleso issues to handle.
Tonight I have to accompany him to the Andma Hills.
We heard that so of Wolf Poison’s pups from the Kato area are attacking our convoys.
It might be the remnants of the Gray Claw Faction.”
“Hmm, tough work.”
Murphy sincerely expressed his gratitude to the proud Bow Knight before him but then said with a serious expression,
“I need your help contacting the Blood Covenant Knight Order.
I have so important news to convey to your leader.”
“Lady Ivette is certainly off enjoying herself at this hour.
I suggest you co over at dawn,”
Rennesia answered straightforwardly,
“The lady does not like to be disturbed while indulging in decadent pleasures.
Trust , Lord, as handso as you are, you wouldn’t want to be on the radar of a Golden Tier huntress who is always indiscriminate in her hunger.”
“Are you sure it’s alright to be so harsh about your superior?”
Murphy retorted, then shook his head to correct,
“I’m not asking you to get in touch with Lady Ivette.
I want to speak directly to Lord Pa Ying.
I know you have a secret technique that can contact the Blood Alliance Clan headquarters.”
“That’s not possible!”
Rennesia imdiately refused,
“That would be against the rules!
Anyone wanting to et the Lord must schedule fifteen days in advance.
It’s not that the Lord is actually that busy, but it’s just his character to like everything well-planned.
Besides, there are plenty of Vampires on the Continent who want to see the Lord.
Although you hold a special status, with all due respect, Sir Murphy, the Lord won’t give you preferential treatnt because of your titles.
That’s because it’s the rule!
I can submit your request now, and in half a month, you can et the Lord.”
“No!
I must see him imdiately, and I’m sure the Lord will want to have a long talk with tonight,”
Murphy rubbed his neck and softly said to the disbelieving Bow Knight,
“You just need to tell him two words…
Dusk.”
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