In Morlan village, little players were huffing and puffing as they dug holes.
They planned to bury the innocent villagers killed by the witch hunters. It was originally just a show, a performance of their "reliability" for Murphy, but when Milian wordlessly handed out a pile of bloody coins to these "enthusiastic people", the nature of the matter completely changed.
Even though the player interface was not yet operational, the little players stubbornly believed that this was a mission.
Look, the beautiful NPC lady gave money, didn't she?
Despite the fact that they couldn't understand her, they still assumed that it was surely overflowing words of thanks. Isn't that the routine of NPC issuing tasks?
As a player, it would be unjust to refuse a mission that was handed to them.
However, the truth was...
"Murphy, can you manage your warriors from another world?"
Milian complained awkwardly to Murphy, who was enjoying the quiet night:
"I had suggested to pile up and burn these corpses to prevent them from turning into resentful spirits or ghouls! It is most likely for such horrifying entities to appear where such massacres have occurred.
They, however, insisted on digging a large pit. It seems to be a custom from their place. But at this pace, when will they be done digging?"
"If they want to dig, let them dig. My warriors are very enthusiastic and stubborn people, and If you stop them, they'll be unhappy.
If they are unhappy, it's going to bring bad luck to someone."
The unfortunate vampire completely ignored these matters.
Right now, he was interested in watching Wumeioge and Precipitated Bull Bull fiddling around with the Automatic Hunting Crossbow.
With beads of sweat running down his forehead, Wumeioge struggled to lift the heavy machinery, and with Bull Bull's help, he was able to prop the device on its built-in stand, aiming it outside the village.
The wicked smiles on their faces made clear their intentions to "have some fun" before being kicked offline.
Yet after all their efforts, both idiots couldn't understand how the machine worked. It bore some resemblance to machinery in the real world, but the underlying design logic was totally different.
"Where's the safety lock?"
The sportsman Bull Bull kept pulling the trigger but couldn't activate the delicate steam-powered furnace.
Wumeioge was also at a loss.
As a senior corporate animal who outsourced software, he had no exposure to such torturous devices. Maybe his middle-aged friends, Cement Truck and Excavator, who had spent half their lives in mechanical processing, could understand it. Unfortunately, those two unlucky guys were already taken out by this device.
Just as the two were frantically busy, Milian finally took action.
She squatted beside Wumeioge, skillfully checked the Automatic Hunting Crossbow, and then switched off the hidden safety lock.
The steam furnace restarted with a humming sound, and the metal arrow nest also started rotating with a click, click sound.
"There's enough catalyst in the steam furnace to last a long time, but the fuel gas it comes with is not much. You need to use it sparingly."
As an excellent student from the Shaldo University of Craftsman, despite being in the administration department, Milian practiced in the half-body man factory during her extracurricular activities. Although she wasn't good at these steam machinery, she knew how to operate them.
Unfortunately, her language was not comprehensible to the little players.
She babbled a lot to Bull Bull, who was holding the Automatic Hunting Crossbow, but all he could do was stare at her with pure innocence.
"What is this NPC saying?"
Bull Bull turned his head and asked. Wumeioge rolled his eyes and said:
"She said you're handsome."
"Hey, indeed! I'm considered the most handsome in our year's sports department, nicknamed 'Niuchuan Maple'. I didn't expect this NPC to have good taste."
The simple-minded sportsman was suddenly overjoyed. But soon he realized that Wumeioge couldn't understand the NPC either, and thus must be spouting nonsense.
What a cunning social animal!
"Do you know how to fix this?"
Murphy asked softly. He clearly noticed Miss Milian's "hidden ability". Milian then glanced at Murphy, seeming to see through his intentions.
She shook her head and said:
"I'm not from the mechanical department. Besides, this model of automatic machine is too old. The mechanics of the Half-body People of Charles have long abandoned this single-furnace structure for weapons power. Although the witch hunters have maintained this thing well, the earliest they could have gotten it was at least a hundred years ago, you need to find a professional old mechanic to repair it... huh?
What is that?"
Milian pointed in surprise towards something behind Murphy.
The vampire turned around to see the crimson blood vulture fireworks suspended in the night sky behind him. The familiar pattern made Murphy squint.
"The gathering signal of the midnight hunters, in the direction where the witch hunters fled... They're done for!"
When Murphy saw the fireworks, he knew that the mission of sending a message by Maxim had succeeded. He sighed in relief, feeling a huge weight lifted off his chest.
Then he shouted to the still busy little players:
"My dangerous and arrogant siblings are coming, my warriors, you must return to your own world, rest well! Wait for my next summons for the big plan. Of course, in the name of today's victory, I'll prepare the rewards that you warriors deserve when you come here next time!
This is a promise from Murphy!"
The players felt a little regretful.