My players are so fierce

Chapter 1 1. The clan leader has decided, it’s up to you to deliver... Uh, ahem, shoulder the heavy responsibility!

Cadman City is as peaceful as ever today. Although the clouds of war are approaching, considering that the damn war has been going on for almost ten years, the people who have long been accustomed to the rationing system say that their mood is still stable today.

What else can we do if it’s unstable?

Rebellion?

The vampire gentlemen in the city have been waiting for them to do this for a long time, didn't they expect it? Those bastards who physically knock out the bones and suck out the marrow are worried that they don't have good cannon fodder to send to the front line, so the smart people naturally can't go along with their wishes.

"Look, that poor vampire is here again for help!"

"Shhhhhh, keep your voice down, don't be heard. No matter what, I am a formal member of the Blood Eagle Clan."

"What are you afraid of? I heard from the aunt next door to my neighbor's second uncle's third cousin who works as a restaurant cook's helper in the city hall. This boy and his elders are both famous 'Blood Vulture Wastemen'. I heard that the distance Being kicked out of the family is just one step away, so what if he hears it?

The vampires themselves don't want to see him, so do we poor bullied people still want to give him a good look? "

"That's right! The dignified vampire came here to grab relief from us civilians. It's shameless. The servants of the down-and-out knight who fled from East Prussia knew how to cover their faces when they came to receive relief food! It's not like him, so carefree. It’s a shame!”

"But don't tell me yet, this guy is quite handsome."

"Nonsense, how can he be attracted by 'Money-minded Tris' if he's not handsome? I heard that this guy used to be a pretty boy who charmed thousands of girls. Uh, he's looking over here, quick!

Smile! "

As Murphy in the crowd turned his head, the group of people whispering immediately all changed their faces and gave them beautiful and flattering smiles.

Just like the respect and hypocrisy they showed when they met other members of the Blood Eagle Clan.

"Good morning, you boring gossipers!"

Murphy also gave them an impeccable smile and greeted them in his "hometown dialect".

Although the other party's nodding and bowing in return seemed very relieved, it was actually quite boring to bully these alien father-in-laws who didn't understand foreign languages.

Mainly because no matter how fun the game is, Murphy feels a little numb after playing it for a month.

But his shawl black hair, clear black and white eyes that seemed to be talking, and a neutral face made all the girls and daughters-in-law in the crowd have bright eyes. Unfortunately, his skin was so fair that it was abnormal and there was a hint of light in the depths of his eyes. The bloody light put them off.

vampire.

A legendary supernatural creature.

They are of the dark type, stay day and night, and always like to do some bad things such as prison training and blood-sucking play, which leads to their bad reputation throughout the continent. But this is the Transia region of the Confederation of Portia, a territory controlled by vampires, so their reputation here is slightly better.

Well, the "slightly better" mentioned here means that people will not scold them openly and use dung forks to greet them, but it is still inevitable to be gossiped behind their backs like just now.

After all, the direct result of the Blood Vulture Clan's more than 400 years of cultivation in this area is that the number of ghost stories here is the largest in the mainland, and the missing people near Cadman City every year can form a reinforcement camp. In this case, ordinary people Being able to fall in love with a vampire is a ghost.

Murphy was used to the whispers around him.

With the aloof demeanor that a vampire should have, he ignored the good and evil looks around him and lined up in the queue quite law-abidingly. Not only did he wait patiently, he even gave way to a lady holding a hungry child.

This detail made several people in the crowd dressed as scholars feel better about the young vampire. However, Murphy himself didn't know what the use of their kindness was.

Emmm, regardless of whether it is useful or not, just do something good if you can get a good impression.

"Two Type A relief rations, thank you."

When it was his turn, he spoke generously and warmly to the soldiers distributing food in front of him. His manners were impeccable. Even when he was receiving relief food, he behaved as if he were entering the palace to meet the king.

The main thing is elegance.

However, the "king" in front of him had a dead face and threw the two rough packages to Murphy, not even bothering to look at him.

Even if the nameplate on this soldier means that he is a servant of a certain vampire, referred to as a "blood servant", in theory he should respect all vampires.

Unfortunately, Murphy is clearly not on his "respect list."

"Little Murphy, the 'good old days' between you and Ms. Tracey are coming to an end."

Just as Murphy turned to leave, a sarcasm suddenly sounded like a whisper in his ears. He looked back and saw that the vampire sitting in the shadows behind supervising the food distribution also gave him a false smile.

Murphy didn't know this guy, after all, he just "came over" a month ago.

Perhaps there is information about this guy in the remaining memories in his mind, but Murphy is too lazy to look for clues because his new identity is a bit embarrassing.

As the unexpected offspring of Ms. Tris, the "famous loser" of the Blood Vulture clan, after a serious alcohol accident, Murphy's status in this family is really sad to hear and shed tears to see.

In the one year since he became a vampire, this unlucky guy has only been able to enter Cadman City's "Blood Vulture Corridor" a handful of times, let alone receive invitations to parties from other people of the same race, and has no way to contact other vampires.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the past month since he came here, the number of fat rats he has seen in Tris's small dilapidated manor is more than the number of vampires he has seen.

But although Murphy is "reclusive", he is actually quite famous in the Blood Vulture Clan. Even the old aunt of the blood servant who is responsible for sweeping the floor and emptying the toilets in the Blood Vulture Corridor knows about him. After all, Murphy is the first person in Cadman City to fight against Ms. Tris, the "Cruel King", is an ethnic group that she will never abandon.

He has been living in Tris's dilapidated courtyard for a year since he was transformed into a vampire, and he still serves her like a relative.

Such a tender story is quite "legendary" in the vampire clan full of conspiracy and violence, and its popularity has been included in the "Seven Mysteries of Cadman City" and other weird stories.

"What do you mean?"

Murphy kept his mouth motionless, but his voice was transmitted back to the vampire in the shadow.

Onomatopoeia!

The most rudimentary use of the dark psychic talent a vampire is born with.

[Successfully using low-level psychic skills once, the proficiency in dark psychic perception and manipulation is improved, and it is currently "Introduction". 】

The moment the onomatopoeia was finished, a line of prompts popped up in front of Murphy's eyes, but he was already used to this, and he just lamented once again how difficult it is to improve his skills.

It's been a month and I'm still getting started.

"It's nothing interesting. I just wish you a happy trip."

The vampire replied in a subtle tone.

Probably feeling that such sarcasm was not enough, he made another gesture. The blood servant responsible for distributing food immediately fawningly took three more bags of relief food and stuffed them into Murphy's arms.

What does this mean?

Murphy blinked and calmly bowed slightly to say goodbye to his fellow clan members, who also responded with a perfunctory courtesy as abide by the family rules of the Blood Vulture clan.

On the way back to the manor, Murphy looked at the five packages of relief food in his arms and couldn't help but think:

"Does this mean 'eat enough to get on the road'? You're crazy! I'm so low-key and depressed, is there anyone who wants to trouble me? These damn vampires really need to be dealt with!"

Complaining like this, he quickly walked towards his "manor" through the shadow of the wall, but every 100 meters he walked, a line of prompts would pop up in front of him.

[Successfully complete a shadow walk, and the proficiency of stealth and stealth skills will be improved. It is currently "skilled". 】

Those who didn't know better thought he was practicing his skills, but in fact it was just forced by the situation. After all, who wants to be a thief walking along the wall when he can take the main road?

It was almost nine o'clock, and the sun had become vicious. The most difficult moment of the day for vampires was about to come. In order to avoid being burned by the sun, Murphy, who had no money to purchase expensive sunshade products, could only walk in the shade.

Normal vampires will not be active in the sun. The fall of night is the beginning of their day of joy, but Murphy does not have such extravagant habits.

On the one hand, his family is now poor and life is under pressure. If he hadn't rushed to get food early in the morning, he and his good-for-nothing elder would have been hungry today.

On the other hand, it's because the alien soul in his vampire body has a very stubborn routine.

When I first "came over", I tried to sleep in the sun and go out at night out of curiosity. The result was like a thirty-year-old man who stayed overnight in an Internet cafe and it took him three days to recover.

I can stay up late, but only a little.

"well."

Even though it was only early in the morning, Murphy sighed for the seventeenth time today.

He held the food and pushed open the iron gate of the "manor". He used too much force, causing the rusty and disrepaired iron gate to slam into the dusty and overgrown "manor". "At the edge of the garden", there was so much movement that three fat mice started running away.

[Successfully destroyed a scene, melee combat and physical attack skill proficiency is improved, currently "Introduction\