Murphy tossed a few high-grade pieces of equipment down onto the pile of gold coins. Maxim packed them into a spiritual energy bag.
Master and servant rummaged through the luxurious items in silence. After a few minutes, Murphy broke the silence:
"This might disappoint you, Mark, but I have no intention of becoming the Blood Vulture Duke."
"Why?"
Maxim stared at the golden lion spear in his hand as he fished for more items in the sea of gold coins. He asked in surprise:
"You deserve all these. When Salockdale tormented Transylvania, you led us to reclaim our territory and saved the survivors! It was you who orchestrated Salockdale's fall and redemption.
You saved this land!
Not just once!
This land should thank you and pledge its loyalty."
"But if I become the Blood Vulture Duke, it means I've chosen my side."
Murphy sighed, sitting atop a hill of gold coins and bars. He idly played with the coins, listening to their crisp and pleasant collision sounds, and said:
