Vol 4 Chapter 142: Banquet

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The original darkness and silence of Arantis has completely changed after Murphy's transformation.
Thanks to the energy dissipated by the tree of Hida, this huge underground city already possesses almost daylight-like lighting capabilities-the countless lights driven by the magic circle make it no different from the surface of nearly a kilometer away. While walking in the factory area of ​​this underground city, Murphy felt as bustling as he came to Constantine’s bazaar. A worker walked back and forth carrying materials, weapons or armor, as did the day elves and night elves. Mixed with it, the sounds of blacksmiths banging and banging, and the expensive lances and short swords were forged out and transported to another area of ​​the underground city.
Everything is methodical.
The strong military productivity is the guarantee that the entire territory can gain a foothold on this continent. Murphy is very satisfied with this. He looks up at the tree that hides his vision. He just walked through the lively neighborhood. Walk to the Clemens family castle in the distance.
Morpheus, who has entered the "half god" stage, has a calm breath at this time, which is no different from ordinary people. His temperament is easy-going and his face is always indifferent. Those who walk by will never think that this is the general’s support. The rising magistrate, occasionally someone will touch Murphy because of the narrow street, he does not care, he will even chat for a few days, and listen to these people's views on the territory, just like an ordinary person. The same as the traveler.
Along the way, Murphy stepped on the Clement Clan Castle, waving his hand to signal that the blood guards at the door did not have to kneel to salute. He stepped up in the brightly lit castle and came to his study.
The number of servants and maidservants in the castle completely reached the standard of the Duke's Palace. At this time, the servants outside the study room saw Murphys, immediately bent over to salute, and then actively opened the thick and simple solid wood door for him.
Because of the existence of these servants, coupled with the ubiquitous lighting circle, the original cold atmosphere in the study had already disappeared. For the purpose, in addition to the manuscript of "Theology" and some books that I have read, there are many more general history, biography and knight novels, which is naturally Ashcandi's reading. Stepping into the study... Murphy looked at the quiet and quiet back in front of the desk and could not help but exhale gently.
This kind of blandness without fear is really hard to come by.
Ashkandi was sitting at the desk reading a picture book about clothing. She said that women are pleasing to themselves. Even if her legs cannot walk, she always wants to face Murphys in the best posture. At this time, a dark green dress that made Murphy shine. Hearing Murphys footsteps, his beautiful face turned to him, blinking, his bright and clear eyes involuntarily brought a trace of joy.
"It's been a long time since I took a closer look at my territory? How are you feeling?"
"Fortunately, it's just... something is missing."
In the breath, the faint fragrance of Ashcandi made Murphy a little intoxicated, looking at the blood girl in front of him, and the thought in the heart became stronger.
"What's missing? I think Lampard's territory may have become the hottest territory on the continent." Ashcandi turned his head slightly, curiously curious, "I can't figure it out." What is missing here..."
"There is no shortage of things in the territory." Murphy came to Ashcandi and naturally sat on the wooden chair beside her, reaching for the fingertips of this blood race, bowing his head, like It's carefully looking at the palm of this artwork, "What are the real reasons for killing as many enemies and defeating as many opponents as possible? I used to have a vague answer before, but now I'm starting to understand..."
"Understand what?"
"I understand...I do all this by myself, in order to have a desired life, for example...to spend the rest of my life with you safely." Murphy looked at Ashcandy's green eyes. , Suddenly raised her lips and smiled, "I remember when I said these words, no one seemed to believe?"
It seemed to understand why he said this. Ashcandi, who always accepted everything in the past, looked at Murphy in a daze. After a while, the originally relaxed fingers gently squeezed his generous palm and gently said: "For you For me, perhaps this is the most difficult wish..."
"So I've been working hard." Murphy's face quietly leaned over to Ashkandi's ear, "So...have you ever thought...have a baby?"
What-I mean...this..."
Suddenly, Ashcandi felt like he was knocked into the atrium by something. His head
buzzed
and opened his mouth, but could not say anything.
Murphy had never seen Ashcandy show such a look, confused, joyful, helpless, excited, his hands twisted together, his cheeks flushed instantly.
She bit her lip, as if exhausting all her courage before dare to raise her head to look at Murphys, but as soon as she saw his serious look, she turned away shyly and whispered, "I …I am a blood race, you are...a human being...

The voice behind was as light as a mosquito, but apparently Murphy got Ashcandy's simplest answer: she was willing.
"This problem...is naturally solvable." Murphy refrained from wanting to make fun of her thoughts, and finally had some uneasy mood finally relaxed.
Scarlett itself is a mixed blood between humans and blood races. Since the heavy and serious task of "reviving blood races" should be inherited, it is necessary to think about how to solve it...
"Then, according to Fording's rules, should I propose first? So—have you ever wondered where the wedding will take place?"
"Ah? This...I...I don't know--I mean..."
Ashcandi has fallen into an incoherent state. She has never imagined that this day will come so soon. Although she has already secretly promised, and has experienced the situation of coexistence and death several times, when she thinks of her special body and " "Personality", she immediately forcibly suppressed her inner excitement and said: "I always have to ask... she will do."
Murphy didn't rush to get the answer, just nodded and got up and said: "So, I will do some preparations."
Seeing the appearance of Murphy's idea, Ashcandi's original panic mood seemed to be filled with honey. She had never experienced such a wonderful feeling, and her heart was inexplicably full of longing for life in the future, as if she could not wait. Murphy immediately went to get everything done for the wedding and gave birth...
Have a baby?
Sitting on the chair innocently, she didn't even know what Murphy said afterwards. With her hands clenched tightly, there was a little smile on her face, her lips pursed again, no Know what is thinking. Looking at her picture, Murphy was still quite understandable. He said a few more words. When Ashcandi was completely absent, he stopped chatting and left the room. He came to the main hall of the castle and looked at The continent map hanging on the wall looked up.
Family affairs and national affairs, Murphy understands that he can't avoid anything until today, but the more important he is, the ideas in his mind are gradually changing.
Of course, his own happiness depends on himself. For Murphy, Ashcandy's love needs a result. This is the first thing he wants to do after crossing the Ω level. As for the threat of the Purgatory plane and the resistance of various countries, he can't worry about it alone. Now as the actual lord and chief executive of Lampard, he only needs to worry about Lampard, the
Night Watcher
branch of the August Empire, Christina Verding branch and the Naga Kingdom of Queen Fahna. These things are the power that he can fully control.
The servant ignited the fireplace consciously, and the warm flame drove away the coldness that had remained in the underground castle all year round. Murphy dispelled the thoughts of war and conspiracy in his mind, and finally ordered the servants to prepare a dinner.
Although leisurely, Murphy understood that he was far from being able to fully relax and enjoy. Integrating the power of your own territory, making all preparations, and notifying all your staff through a banquet is obviously more appropriate than a paper.
The evening was approaching, and the servants had prepared a sumptuous dinner, and almost all the high-level people in the Lampard territory also gathered together.
Speaking of them, they are a little surprised about this banquet because they are almost always busy. Masters such as Sunderland and Krivi don’t need to mention that Jeana and Brown, who are always patrolling the border, are even more difficult. Hegel and Heysel struggled to cultivate the "electors" and divide the army. Except for priests like Joan of Arc and Andalil, these "backbone" who supported Lampard's territory hardly had any time to rest.
Just before the banquet began, Lord Christina and the vampire Connor and others were brought from Fordingra by Hydera, making this banquet a rare high-level collective gathering of "night watchmen".
This is also the first time Murphys has participated in such a banquet as the master. He raised his glass and signaled the start of the banquet. He did not have too serious expressions, but just looked at the face and gently sighed: "Night watch Come today... Everyone is indispensable, this cup, respect everyone."
After speaking, raise your glass and drink.
Although it is a common affirmation, but from Murphy's mouth, it seems heavy and weighty. However, the following words made people not nervous, but they also understood the general purpose of this banquet-
"It doesn't really matter too much to bring everyone together, but I just remembered that you didn't seem to have officially attended a banquet together. According to the education I received before, the Byzantine nobles would think this is simply Unreasonable...Of course, the situation now..."
Similar to the ordinary dinners of Byzantium, the main function of the banquet is to allow participants to communicate with each other and promote friendship. Sunderland, Krivi, and the night elf longbow leader Krenzer, who are engaged in magic research, talked about the problem of magical projectiles. Brown and Hegel discussed the differences and improvements of melee weapons. Andalil and Jeanne to Ash Candi talks about what she saw in the city today, where Christina and Connor intersect, and understand the current military progress of the night watchman headquarters and so on...
In order to make the banquet perfect, the servants even found a band in the hall. The soft and soothing classical music of the players. The high-level people who were usually difficult to gather in the territory naturally adapted to this atmosphere. The communication of this banquet promoted The role is naturally beneficial to the development of the "night watchman", and more importantly-it is through this way that Murphys gradually understands all the conditions in his territory.
"Fording's iron ore does not need to be squeezed too much. A good batch of minerals has been shipped from Augustus, and the center of gravity should be properly turned to the recruitment of soldiers."
The conversation with Christina was mostly involved in official business, and the Countess Fording was also used to it, but nodded, but did not expect Murphy to change the subject and asked: "Yes, Fording’s proposal and marriage What is the custom of?"
Speaking of which, it was really only she who could help herself. Murphy handed her glass to the stupid Compton, standing like a machine, and pointed to the corner, instructing Christina to talk over there.
Although the Fordwidow widow who hadn't seen Murphy in a long time was surprised, she didn't dare to ask much, and explained it quickly.
On the other side, Yilin Daer, dressed in a white dress, looked at Ashkandi, who was a little sad, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Um? It's nothing."
The red eyes are full of the coldness of the past, but full of tenderness and sweetness. The dark queen Ashcandy is dressed in red tonight. It is amazing to say, but her identity and strength make other people dare not dare. The comment, but Joan and Andalil boasted a few smiles, making her rarely smile.
"There has been no recent battle?" Ashcandi turned his head and made a gossip, holding a red wine glass. Although he asked Irindal, his eyes kept glancing at Murphys not far away.
Eindal was also a little absent-minded, and replied: "Warfare? Basically it stabilizes. Speaking of that, the city walls can indeed effectively resist those purgatory creatures, but their circumvention of the sacred Gabriel empire has caused a lot of discussion, but currently It can only be discussed, and no one can free them to test their attitude."
"Gabrielle, oh, the pope might be scared. I really don't know what William would think, maybe I'm going to sleep for decades to escape this disaster?"
A glimpse of Murphy's inexplicable appearance in front of Christina, Ashcandi licked the vampire's unique fangs with the tip of his tongue~EbookFREE.me~ It seemed a bit uncomfortable, the topic changed, and Ilindall asked : "That woman was originally taken hostage? Is it now the governor of the Fording Division?"
Although it has long been known that the relationship between Ashcandy and Murphy is extraordinary, but at this time I saw the dark queen's slightly jealous look, Irindal couldn't help but feel amused-but then she felt a bit lost in her complaint Get up: What does that guy mean in the afternoon? Did he accept or reject it? He loves Ashkandi, what am I going to blend? I'm afraid this will embarrass him? What am I expecting?
There was so much in mind, but when it came to her mouth, Irindal whispered: "You said Christina? She is Lord of Fording, Connor is balancing her power, rest assured."
rest assured? Huh, you won't be at ease.
Ashcandi found that he had begun to eat this guy's jealousy, and he felt a little uneasy, but more of it was the joy brought by Murphy's words in the afternoon. She licked her fangs again and tried hard to hold back the thought of wanting to go, but she murmured in her mouth: "It's so nice to say, and it's so fragrant..."
Yilin Daal heard clearly, and could not help but feel a little hot in the face, dumbly drinking the wine in the glass, the two were silent for a while.