Murphy was now keen to return to Cardman City and discuss escape plans with Cui Si.
Regrettably, he had already been drafted by Phemys Cicilia Leisenbra, without the order of the Hunter Commander, he as a messenger, could only continue to stay here.
He was very clear that the other party had drafted him and his two servants definitely not because they saw any potential or shining points in him, this was clearly just another cannon fodder mission.
But Murphy had no way to refuse, who expected Miss Phemys to have a Clan Leader father?
Salockdale Collinsman Lassenbrah, Clan Leader of the Blood Vulture Clan, one of the oldest dukes in the Blood Race.
It was said that he was an individual who had lived since the ancient times of the Holy Blood Pilgrimage, during which the vampire clans first appeared and dispersed throughout the continent. That was a thousand years ago, at the dawn of this era!
In this thousand years, the Blood Vulture Clan went from weak to peak, and now to its decline, its power has never sidetracked, and has always been firmly grasped in the hands of Salockdale.
That guy was the king of midnight in the entire Transylvania, even in the entire power structure of the Posya Confederation and the entire continent, the Blood Vulture Clan Leader was in the upper echelons of the pyramid.
Murphy obviously could not confront such a person, even if the one standing in front of him was just Salockdale's daughter.
However, vampires cannot reproduce, so Phemys and Murphy were both turned from their initial human forms. Although on the surface she looked like a rich Lolita, who knows if this girl is another old monster that's been around for hundreds of years?
It was nearing midnight now.
Maxim, wearing his hood, was boiling barley porridge for midnight snacks over a fire outside the village. Milian was busy roasting skewered horse meat, to help fill their hungry stomachs.
Although the two were working together, their relationship was not harmonious at all.
There's nothing to discuss between the superstitious vampire worshippers and the rational scholar reserves, with life experiences worlds apart.
The minor players had been gone for several hours, who knows by now they might have already had hot and delicious take-out. This made Murphy, who was sitting far from the bonfire and only able to nibble on bland barley porridge, filled with envy.
After the intense battle, he yearned for a sip of icy fat water to moisten his throat.
He thought like this, but his face remained expressionless. He pulled down his hood a bit, then put his bowl to one side.
The bonfire flickering with sparks, although the heat from the flame made Murphy feel uncomfortable, the human soul in his body was longing for the illumination and protection from the fire under the night.
This kind of conflict between body and soul made Murphy seem slightly dissonant in the eyes of other vampires.
Under the illumination of the fire, he picked up the hunting daggers that every witch hunter carried. Murphy decided to test his newly acquired [Item Recognition] ability on them.
Under his gaze, a semi-transparent information tag soon popped up beside the hunting dagger:
Name: Church Protection Army Dagger
Quality: Standard·Veteran
Notes: Standard Sharpness·Psychic Energy Contamination
Item Description:
[This is the defensive weapon produced by the Avalon Church for the followers of the Kingdom of Yisha during the unification war on Green Island in the year 675. The streamline-shaped blade gives it excellent balance, while also having the characteristics of combat slashing. The holy oak hilt tempered by natural psychic energy provides these weapons with extra killing power against dark creatures.
After the appearance of the witch hunters, the Church Protection Army Dagger became the standard equipment for these hunters. However, with the Avalon Church's shameful rebellion initiated against the Golden Flower Kingdom in the early period of the Ten Years' War, this classic design has now become a symbol of rebels.]
Murphy stroked his chin while looking at this entry.
He had a hard time accurately judging its value, so he picked up Natalie's clearly more refined Oak Hilt Hunting Sword.
This time, the entry really was different:
Name: Avalon's Blessed Holy Blade[Imitation]
Quality: Fine Craftsmanship·Commander
Features: Ultimate Sharpness·Excellent Demon Breaker·Enhanced Psychic Energy Blessing·Purifying Fire
Special Classification Tag: Blade of Faith·Only useable by [Avalon] believers, usage by infidels will trigger a psychic backlash
Item Description:
[When the Avalon Church adopted faith from the Druids of the Castilla Peninsula in the year 500, the initial Council of Elders was given three Natural Miracle Holy Blades. Although the craft of those holy blades cannot be reproduced in this era, during the long period when the Avalon Church served as the national religion of the Kingdom of Yisha, the Gramo Council of Elders still managed to produce over 150 imitated Holy Blades in various ways for the Saints to use.
It is worth noting that this Blessed Blade does not belong to Natalie Finokia Lawson, but was inherited from her deceased parent, hence she can't fully unleash the power of this Blade of Faith.
Perhaps you should count yourself lucky for this. ]
"Natalie Finokia Lawson?"
Murphy played with the silent Blessed Holy Blade in his hand, glancing at the female witch hunter who was tied up beside him, stripped down to only her underclothes and still unconscious.
The fact that the latter could carry such an incredible weapon regardless of how you looked at it fully demonstrated that the silver-haired woman's identity was not simple.
Furthermore, by comparing the two weapons, Murphy had figured out the item classification rules in this world.