Chapter 115 114. About the Black Disaster【5460】

When Murphy found Tris, the latter had just walked out of the tent where the injured were housed.

As a psychic master, although she has lost her power, and although she prefers the more aggressive dark psychic powers, Tris is no stranger to the healing spell casting skills. Even if she loses a few psychic powers, she can still recover.

of.

She always has her own things to be busy with, and Murphy never interferes much in Tris's daily life.

But Tris is not in good condition at this moment.

She always rubs her forehead when walking, and her face is paler than usual.

Murphy knew why.

He stepped forward to support Tris and asked softly:

"Did Sarokdar's death make you weak? I know that the departure of an elder will always cause unspeakable pain to the heirs in the blood contract. What a damn guy, he is dead but he is still torturing you."

"You're overthinking it. I just didn't drink tonight, and I have a headache from overexerting my brain just now."

Tris rolled her eyes, snorted, reached out and touched the scar on her neck, and said:

"I lost all my blood essence more than a hundred years ago. Apart from the life characteristics of a vampire, I am no different from a more powerful ordinary person. I think I may have unintentionally solved the problem that troubles vampires.

The second solution to the thousand-year blood contract."

The Scarlet Witch played with the braids on her chest and joked slightly:

"As long as you make yourself weak enough, the pain when your elders leave will no longer affect you. It would be better if you endured more painful experiences than this thing every day. There is relief in such bitterness

The pain can just be a pleasant surprise in a boring life one day."

Murphy curled his lips, helped Tris back to her tent, and took the initiative to open a bottle of wine and pour her a glass. He surrounded the wine glass with cold death energy to cool down the wine, then handed it to Tris' mouth and said

:

"Don't hold on, it still hurts, right?"

"Can't you stop exposing my pretentiousness? Little Murphy, you are so annoying when you are smart!"

Tris sighed, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, then let out a hearty laugh, handed the wine glass back, knocked on the chair and said:

"Have another drink, this time with more ice."

"Drinking too much before bed is not a good habit."

Murphy made a routine complaint and poured her another glass.

This time, more death energy was gathered in the palm of his hand, making the wine start to emit a chill.

Tris held her chin up and watched this scene. When Murphy turned around, she suddenly asked:

"Did you drink the blood of origin?"

"How do you know? I thought no one would know this secret."

The handsome young vampire did not deny that he could never lie in front of Tris.

He looked at Tris curiously, expecting the answer, and the Scarlet Witch made a weird laugh and touched her lips, saying with a hint of nostalgia:

"The ancient blood full of psychic energy and power tastes good, right? The last time I tasted it seemed to be more than two hundred years ago, when the stingy Salokdar went to steal the seed of life.

Each of us was given a cup to strengthen our midnight powers.

Unfortunately, that bastard added something to it so that it no longer has the ability to cancel the blood contract.

He didn't dare to give me freedom, he was afraid of me back then, he was scared to death!

Now that I think about it, that scene was as unlucky as wine, and I didn't even have time to taste its wonderful taste.

We went together with 17 elders, but in the end only two of us came back. The decline of the Blood Eagle Clan also started that night. We exhausted the potential and high-end power of the clan, only to get one possibility, and that one was in

The seeds planted more than two hundred years ago, like the rhythm of fate, finally brought complete destruction to the Blood Vulture tonight.

But because of this, I am quite familiar with the enhanced strength that drinking the blood of origin brings to vampires.

Little Murphy, now you have made up for the talent and strength that I failed to give you. Your wings are strong enough, and you may be able to fly alone in the sky instead of being trapped in this ghost place of Transia."

"I can, but that doesn't mean I am willing. I don't want so many choices, because that means I can only choose one thing from them and have to give up more. Choice is not a good thing, and we don't need too many."

Murphy brought the wine with ice cubes in front of Tris and said:

"You still need me here! You still need me, so let's talk about it after we travel far to see the world. I have a gift to give you."

He was about to take out the mechanical lockbox containing Sarokdar's heart, but when he put his hand on the psychic bag on his waist, he suddenly stood up straight and looked outside the camp.

In the vision shared by the blood-eating vulture Revno in the sky, he saw another guy walking towards this direction.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, His Excellency Palano, the first knight lord of the Blood Alliance Knights, who had finished grooming, eliminated the traces of the battle, and returned to his handsomeness and elegance, appeared in a very elegant and graceful posture under the moonlight with purple light.

In front of Murphy and Tris.

This coquettish guy is wearing a silver-white slim-fitting robe with a huge silver moon embroidery on the back. It looks like an elf-style "house clothes". He is also holding a large bouquet of red and black roses in his hand.

Obviously, he also came to deliver something.

Murphy's face immediately turned ugly.

This is in the middle of the night!

What do you, a grown man, want to do when you come to Tris's tent with arrogant roses? Didn't we all agree in the collapsed corridor before? You are an unethical guy and you actually carried out a sneak attack, right?

But this was actually completely overthinking on his part.

Mr. Paliano is a very gentlemanly strong vampire. He is not here to express some delicate emotions to Tris, but just as an old friend to celebrate Tris's "freedom".

"Ah, the scarlet witch who is as beautiful as midnight fire, my former muse, I am grateful to see you finally escape from the contract constraints of a careerist and a madman with the blessing of midnight.

From tonight on, no one can stop you from enjoying your hard-earned freedom."

Palano reached out and brushed his long golden hair, which was curled like a lion's mane, exuding a light scent of men's perfume, and presented the midnight rose in his hand with a smile on his face.

Tris held the wine glass in one hand and took the rose in front of her indifferently with the other hand, put it under her nostrils and smelled it.

"Well, the unique earthy fragrance under the dark mountains. It seems that your unlucky rose garden is still in business?

To maintain the land where such delicate roses grow in that damn place in the Dark Mountains, the annual investment is an astronomical amount. Is the economy of your Blood Alliance Knights already so prosperous?

Little brother Palano, although I don’t know how my sister Lily died and how you replaced her as the first lord.

But does Lord Paying really not care about your outrageous behavior and just let you run around in circles and embarrass him?"

Tris curled her lips and said:

"We haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years. The last time I saw you, you told me that there were 37 goddesses in your heart. How many are you now?"

"137th place!"

The vampire lord laughed heartily and said proudly:

"I am such an emotional gentleman who knows how to appreciate beautiful things, and I have always been proud of it."

But the next second he became sad again. Under Murphy's slightly disgusted gaze, he took out an exquisite black notebook, put it in his hand and touched it with emotion and said:

"However, the 48 goddesses that I have loved over the past hundred years have entered the curse of aging. Human life is always as bright as fireworks, and the amazing charm is only hidden in the fleeting glance. When I record their beauty

, a moment seems to have become an eternity.

Death.

It ruthlessly took away so much beauty, leaving only pale memories to soothe our sad hearts."

While chanting like a bard, the blond knight opened his little book and tore out a page from it and handed it to Tris.

He blinked his blue eyes and whispered with emotion:

"The infinitely charming Scarlet Witch has returned from the dead, and my dear Tris, I have finally been able to put the unforgettable sadness behind me."

Tris took the page, which was hand-drawn by Palano.

It was exactly the scene when he last saw the Scarlet Witch more than a hundred years ago.

Murphy glanced sideways, and then he was surprised to find that the unreliable prodigal in front of him actually had superb sketching skills.

Draw Cuisi back then on a small piece of paper. Even if it is just a black and white drawing, you can still see that Cuisi at that time was completely different from now in terms of expression, temperament and dress.

If I have to describe it, Cuisi at that time was obviously much colder than the useless king now. At first glance, she looked like the protagonist in an evil story.

"Thanks, little Palano."

Tris was a little silent for a moment.

She looked at the hand painting in her hand, and after a few seconds she thanked her slightly sadly and said:

"Thank you for reminding me of the past that I have long forgotten, but what are you doing here tonight? As you can see, I am discussing some personal issues with my heir."

Tris's answer brought a smile to Murphy's lips.

She is indeed the Scarlet Witch!

A smart lady will always take care of the little man's little ideas inadvertently.

But Paliano shook his head, brushed his long blond hair very elegantly and exaggeratedly, and then looked at Murphy with his tender, lover-like eyes.
To be continued...