Chapter 361 360. Will the wheelchair weirdo in the game get +1 again?

Murphy was finally able to clear out the urn in his office.

This is a good thing for the Lord. Even if he is a vampire of the midnight race, even if he is an evil creature in the eyes of others, a dark race born under midnight, he still puts a jar of ashes in the place where he works and lives as a gift.

The style of the decorations is still a bit too "advanced".

When he handed the urn of the victim Mr.

"This thing has been purified. After all, you know his situation. The purifying fire from the Church of Avalon burned part of his quality. This is a necessary thing. I hope the frost dwarves don't mind."

"But what's left is enough for Lord Latier to bury himself in peace."

The Winter Wolf Monk doesn't have to be picky.

He held the urn in his arms with both hands in a very respectful manner. The moment he took it, the Winter Wolf believer felt that there was another breath on the urn.

It was as vast as the gaze of the North Wind God and had a weight that could not be ignored.

This made him immediately realize the meaning of Murphy's previous statement that the gazes of the "three gods" were focused on the Scarlet Castle.

This vampire governor actually didn't lie, and he was so big-hearted that he dared to put something that Gaia, the Mother of the Earth, was watching in his office, but you are a vampire, brother!

Aren't you afraid that Gaia will get up in a bad mood one day and shoot you or your city a continental shelf tear or a nine-ring earthquake?

Turner's strange look was noticed by Murphy.

The vampire barely needed to use his sense of desire to guess what this guy was thinking. He didn't explain much, just waved his hand and said:

"Now that you have joined Transia for a common goal, sharing the occasion with those of us who are about to suffer, I should perhaps assign you a more formal position.

About the newly established ‘Shado-Pan’.”

"ah?"

Turner was really surprised this time.

The weather-beaten Yankee monk widened his eyes and said:

"They were just established? Impossible!"

"Well, to be precise, it has only been five hours since it was established."

Murphy was very candid and explained with a smile:

"I know where your surprise comes from, and I don't hide the fact that the techniques used by my warriors are not inherited from this land.

I'm about to tell you a secret, but you must swear to the God of the North Wind not to reveal it to anyone.

I hope you can understand the importance of this oath.

Because they are my most important support in hunting the dusk, and I guess you can't find warriors as tenacious and fearless as them in this world.

This oath of secrecy is also not a request."

Lord Turner is always very serious about matters involving dusk.

After realizing that Murphy was not joking, he swore an oath in the name of God with the sincerity that a Winter Wolf believer should have. A cold wind blew from nowhere, swirled around the two of them for several weeks, and then quietly dissipated.

This means that the oath of secrecy is established.

Murphy then told the truth about the warriors to the monk in front of him. Looking at Turner's shocked expression, he said:

"No matter how deeply the Twilight takes root in our world, and no matter how powerful they are on this continent, they cannot affect life in foreign lands. Therefore, in this war that is destined to be protracted, I will only believe without reservation.

My warriors, I believe you can do the same.

But you have also seen that although my warriors are tough, they lack the guidance of advanced skills and lack understanding of the dangers of the mainland.

Taking the Shado-Pan as an example, I confirm that this guild will definitely have a bright future in the future, but if a strong man worthy of recognition can participate and assist them, the journey of these alien monks will be smoother.

I hope you can join Shado-Pan.

Of course, you are a member of the Winter Wolf Church. I am not asking you to betray your beliefs, but to join them as a guest.

I also believe that my warriors will not refuse your arrival."

"I need to think about it."

Turner did not answer immediately. He said:

"I am not only a monk of the Winter Wolf Church, I am also a monk of the Wolf God's Eye Monastery. This kind of change of sect must be communicated with Master Yuri before I can give an answer, but I think Master Yuri should not

will refuse.

He also received the will of the God of the North Wind and brought his colleagues from the monastery to Transia. They were destined to stay here for a long time.

However, the duties they perform here for the God of the North Wind are not the same as mine. I hope you and your officials will not embarrass them."

"I can even build them a new secret monastery here, as long as they are willing to stay."

Murphy said with a smile:

"I do not resist the belief in the North Wind God taking root in Transia. As you can see, my subjects are suffering and their spiritual world is desolate.

In this dangerous world, faith is not just an excuse to comfort oneself, it is also a protection and arm for the soul.

You can convey my thoughts to that Guru Yuri.

If he hopes that the bravery of the North Wind God will last forever in Transia, then he can go to the administrative office to find Aunt Jules, and my religious administrator will give them a chance.

Speaking of which, my warriors plan to hold a banquet tonight, and they sent me a simple invitation. Do you want to come with me?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I will spend one night deciding how my life in Transia should begin."

Turner, holding Lord Ratiel's urn in his arms, said:

"Although you have ensured that the area around Scarlet Castle is safe, I still need to spend a few days traveling around to check it out in person. The Eye of the Wolf God has given me the ability to track subspace pollution, so consider this as my contribution to Transia.

It’s your first service.”

"Well, my territory will need you."

Murphy nodded.

He waved goodbye to the winter wolf monk, and then quietly disappeared into the thick night. A few seconds after returning to the office, Tris' figure walked out of the shadows in the corner of Murphy's office.

She played with the Serenade Wand and said:

"I eavesdropped on your conversation and learned that a Winter Wolf's 'Chosen' took the initiative to seek refuge. This is really strange, my little Murphy.

It seems like your career is really on the right track.

Should I congratulate you?"

"This is just an accident. Turner is willing to join us not because of how attractive Transia is to him, but just because we have a common enemy, and we have defeated the dusk. This undoubtedly gives strength to the individual actions that have been done before.

He has enough hope."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"However, this kind of surrender and unity cannot be replicated. It is not the kind of 'attraction' I want. But I am very curious. After all, this is the first time I have seen the true God's Chosen."

"Not the first time."

Tris corrected:

"Old Finok can also be regarded as Avalon's divine choice in a sense, but of course his situation is quite special.

I know what you are curious about. The chosen ones not only have a transcendent status and special influence among these religious forces, many of them will be given real power by their gods.

For example, Turner just told you that he has the 'Eye of the Wolf God' that can track pollution in the subspace. This may be just one of the many blessings of this precept-bearing monk.

However, in my opinion, the Chosen One is not as friendly and easy to deal with as him.

99% of the chosen ones are fanatical believers, and the remaining 1% are real lunatics.

They basically won't talk about their ideals and future with pagans, so my advice to you is that as a vampire, you'd better stay away from them.

Lest one day it becomes a ‘sacrifice’ offered to the gods by the chosen one who suddenly went crazy.”

"Um."

Murphy nodded and then asked:

"What have you been doing these days? Tris, you didn't wander around, be lazy, or even drink too much. You locked yourself in the office and the alchemy hut all day long.

It's like a different person, making me wonder if you are planning something that will scare me?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the psionicist part of my personality suddenly became very hard-working."

Tris curled her lips and said:

"Don't worry, this intermittent high-energy excitement will soon subside, and then I will return to my usual state of eating and waiting to die. Didn't I say that I would go to dinner at night?

Your little players sent me invitations, saying they invited me to taste the ‘exotic flavors’.”

The Duke of Blood Vulture raised the thing in his left hand that he was dragging with psychic energy and said:

"Look, I even brought my own drinks. When are we leaving?"

"Don't worry, they are probably still preparing for this meeting."

Murphy took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and said to Tris:
To be continued...