Poor Khaki Tony Tai was utterly despairing.


    He shouted himself hoarse for a long time but no one paid him any attention. Finally, the Witch Hunter guarding him got annoyed, came over and pped him on the ear, then stuffed a dirty rag into his mouth.


    The young yer was dazed.


    Although it didn’t hurt, this humiliating treatment dealt a huge psychological blow to the young man.


    When had he ever suffered such indignity? His northeastern hot-headedness red up and he struggled, wanting to headbutt the witch hunter. But the witch hunter just nimbly dodged backwards, perfectly evading Khaki’s attack.


    The three other captured, bruised and batteredborers watched dumbfounded.


    Hey man, are you really that brave?


    This is their territory, you know. The four of us against their thirty, tsk, we’re still slightly outnumbered.


    Brother Khaki, let’s just drop it. No need to tangle with these barbaric Witch Hunters.On Khaki Tony Tai’s side, he was getting anxious too.


    He only had six hours of gaming time per day, he didn’t have time to y tie-up games with these Witch Hunters. Seeing that no matter how much he shouted, no one came to his aid, heaven and earth remained deaf to his pleas.


    He was thinking maybe he should just kill himself and reincarnate, since in three days he’d be a free man again. Then he could bring his family’s invincible Brother Niu Niu and other brothers to kill their way here and bury all these bastards!


    While he was having this internal struggle, he suddenly saw a gray-haired female Witch Hunter stride out from the vige, say a few words to the guard, thene up and grab his rope to pull him up.


    When Khaki Tony Tai saw her draw a short de to cut his ropes, he immediately realized his chance hade!


    The cool counterattack scenes from all the cop shows and action movies he’d seen kept reying in this jock’s mind. So the instant his hands were freed, he went to grab the female Witch Hunter’s throat.


    But Natalie didn’t pay any attention to this novice’s counterattack.


    She leaned her upper body back, then lightly swept with her left foot. The inexperienced Khaki Tony Tai trying to attack fell straight on his face with a thud, and Natalie then stepped on his back.


    As everything went ck before his eyes, his yer interface performed a “disappearing health bar” trick right in front of him.


    With a swish, only one-fifth of his health remained.


    Of course, his digitized body wouldn’t have that much reaction, but this standard and deadly backhand strike had thoroughly cowed Khaki Tony Tai. He realized he probably couldn’t handle just any random Witch Hunter in this camp.


    Oh man, had he just wandered into some kind of team dungeon instance?


    “Stay still!”


    Natalie dragged the disheveled Khaki up from the ground and stared into his eyes, saying:


    “I know your master is Murphy. I’ve seen him! The Battalion Commander wants to see you, so don’t try any more tricks.”


    This line was presented to Khaki through his yer interface’s trantion. He gritted his teeth, convincing himself thatpleting the quest was more important. Besides, how could a real man like him pick a fight with a girl?


    So he obediently nodded and followed Natalie into the vige.


    Along the way, he didn’t forget to record the locations of the visible sentries he saw, and tried his best to assess the strength of this Witch Hunter faction, in order to fulfill his role as an “undercover worker.”


    But the more he saw, the more hopeless he became.


    If each of these Witch Hunters in the camp were elite monsters, maybe even his side’s NPCs wouldn’t stand a chance if they attacked together.


    But everyone on the forum had been saying that Murphy’s elder matriarch, Lady Tris, was actually a skeleton-level faction leader. If the rumors were true, the two sides might still be able to fight it out.


    But thinking carefully, since the NPCs on his side could give him quests to act as their envoy, it meant these neutral mobs were probably open tomunication. And realizing that his uing conversation with their leader would directly impact the next main story quest line, Khaki Tony Tai couldn’t help his heart racing with excitement.


    No matter what young people think, they do tend to have active minds.


    Just as he was thinking about how to match wits and courage with the enemy leader, and how to present himself as Lord Murphy’s envoy, bold and unyielding, Natalie pushed him into the room where themander was located.


    A bright gasmp sat on the table in front.


    Old Finoch sat behind the table, the great oak de at his side.


    He raised his head to look at the young yer, showing a gentle smile like a world-weary barfly uncle with many stories.


    Khaki Tony Tai wanted to put on airs of politeness, but the moment their eyes met, he saw the old knight casually pinch and snap one of the oak seeds he was toying with.


    Natural Spirit – Mind Enthrallment!


    Instantly, Khaki felt an invisible force press down on his thoughts, a heavy whispering voice speaking to him.


    He suddenly felt dazed and muddled, knowing this state wasn’t right, but found it very difficult to focus his will to resist.


    Willpower check!


    The yer’s willpower is too low, critical failure!


    Mind Enthrallment great sess!


    Khaki Tony Tai’s consciousness was instantly trapped in inescapable mental domination.


    But since it was a harmless, suggestive spell effect, instead of being forcibly disconnected, he strangely entered a third-person perspective, as if hovering outside his own body, watching himself dazedly walk up and sit across from the old man.


    Just like a marite on strings.


    Oh no!


    The opponent was cheating! No honor in battle!


    Khaki was freaking out.


    But at this point, besides venting into the void, he couldn’t do anything at all. He could only watch helplessly as the kind-faced but crafty old man asked him:


    “How many of you are there?”


    “Over a thousand people, all rescued from the city by Lord Murphy and settled in the survivor camp. The strongest and most loyal were selected to be members of Lord Murphy’s ‘Kadman Civilian Self-Defense Force’, while the rest will serve as basicbor for Lord Murphy.”


    Khaki saw his character involuntarily telling the truth, while his yer interface was somehow still operating, projecting a trantion of his words into the localnguage with spirit energy.


    Old Finoch was no stranger to spiritputation beads like this.


    He carefully read the spirit text projected on Khaki’s wrist, nodded, then asked:


    “In your view, what kind of person is Murphy?”


    “Very handsome, very steady, very good to us, just like our big brother leader.”


    Under the mind control, Khaki obediently voiced his most genuine thoughts, while his self watching helplessly from the third-person perspective stamped his foot in frustration.


    He seemed to know he was about to say some really strange things.


    Now he could only pray that Lord Murphy couldn’t hear any of this!


    “But he’s also very effeminate, always speaking in a pretentious way. He looks just like a scheming goblin. Rumor has it he even has an ambiguous rtionship with his own elder.


    Tsk, doesn’t seem like a good guy at all.


    To put it in our Northeastern ng, that guy is a crafty little bugger.


    We’ve all been guessing what Lord Murphy is nning to do. Brother Meow says he wants to be the number two son of the Blood Vulture n, but Brother Stick supports Lord Murphy taking it over.


    After all, a real man was born between heaven and earth, how could he wallow beneath others forever?


    Anyway, the Blood Vulture n is almost extinct now, only a couple mangy cats left. Our talented Lord Murphy is so good to themoners, he might as well just do it, dammit!


    Lead the loyalists big and small from the survivor camp to kill our way into Kadman’s inner city. We brave warriors will be the vanguard, seize that stupid Blood Vulture Patriarch’s throne, save the great house from copse, rescue the people from ruin, and restore order to thisnd of Transia.


    Then Brother Murphy can be the big leader, Lady Tris the second-inmand, and we’ll push that good-for-nothing rich loli princess out to be a puppet emperor.


    All us brothers will get official ranks, wouldn’t that be great?”


    Under the mind control, Khaki Tony Taipletely lost control of his character’s nonsensical ramblings and stand-upedy routine. His consciousness could only hover helplessly in the third-person view, covering his eyes in despair.


    He was doomed.


    And after his words were tranted into the localnguage by the yer interface, the old knight stared nkly, probably having never in his life heard such a fresh and elegant way of describing shameless betrayal and kicking someone when they’re down.


    But after a few seconds, Old Finoch suddenlyughed, as if many of his doubts had been answered at once.


    He slowly stroked the hilt of the great oak de at his side and continued asking:


    “Did Murphy himself say he wanted to establish his own power base? Or was that just you brave warriors guessing?”


    “Did I need to guess?”


    Under the mind control, Khaki fully disyed his talent for rambling incoherently, muddled and dazed as he pped his lips:


    “With Lord Murphy’s way of doing things, anyone with eyes can see what he’s up to, he’s just ying coy about it himself.


    All he has to do is give the order and we’re willing to be the vanguard. And you Witch Hunters who can’t see the bigger picture, what good does it do to oppose the main storyline NPCs?


    I advise you to see the situation clearly! Don’t stubbornly resist the inevitable.


    The old saying goes well, ‘The heavens are ever changing, and divine instruments naturally return to the virtuous.’ This is the way of nature! If youy down your arms and surrender respectfully, you can still keep your lord’s fiefdoms, wouldn’t that be wonderful?”


    This trantion activated some key words, so it was fuzzily tranted, omitting the words “main storyline NPCs”, but it didn’t prevent the old knight from understanding what this “Murphy warrior” meant to say.


    He wasn’t angered by the arrogance, but instead stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then rapped his knuckles on the table.


    The mind control effect ended.


    Khaki’s consciousness hovering in the third-person perspective was suddenly whirled back into his own body.


    Feeling dizzy and nauseous, he tried to get up and run away, but as he turned his head, he vomited a rainbow in front of Natalie’s disdainful gaze at the door.


    “This is the result of experiencing mind control for the first time. But I didn’t expect your vaunted ‘Murphy warriors’ to have such weak willpower.


    I’ve seen people stay silent when controlled, I’ve seen people lie, but to have such a glib tongue when controlled…that I’ve truly never seen before.


    It seems Murphy made a very good choice in sending you as an envoy. The only regret is that your actual strength is a bitcking.”


    The old knight smiled and offered the young yer a handkerchief.


    Khaki took it and wiped his mouth, ring fiercely at this old fox.


    He wanted to stand up and deliver a righteous rebuke, cursing this grizzled old ruffian for hisck of honor. But one look at the imposing great oak holy de by the other’s side quickly cooled his anger.


    “We didn’te here for Murphy or you survivors this time. The Blood Vulture n has copsed, with only a couple mangy cats left that won’t affect the bigger picture. We’re here under General Loren’s orders to confirm Salrokdar’s death.”


    Finoch told the young yer:


    “Take my words back to your Lord Murphy. Three days from now, when the astral rift closes, that’s when we’ll enter Kadman’s inner city.


    Don’t get in our way then. We can easily pretend we never saw you.”


    The old knight’s words were tranted by the yer interface for Khaki to read. He blinked, then asked:


    “But isn’t the gathering of over a thousand vampire worshippers here a threat to you?”


    “Maybe to the Goldflower Kingdom, but not to us.”


    Old Finoch waved his hand dismissively, saying:


    “Take yourpanions and leave. Don’t doubt our sincerity, with your paltry strength, if we wanted to take action we’d just steamroll right over you. No need for any tricks.”


    “Oh.”


    A questpletion notice popped up in front of Khaki, along with a prompt to return to camp, report to Murphy, and im his reward.


    This fired him up, making him wish he could sprout wings and fly back right away. But before leaving, Khaki Tony Tai suddenly remembered a post he’d seen on the forum, so he turned back and asked:


    “Um, well, a friend of mine has a replica of an Avalon holy de, and he’s been trying to find the secret behind this replica, which apparently was seized from you guys. So, could you give him a chance to inquire about it?


    It’s really just to ask, no other intentions.


    With your overwhelming strength, you’re not afraid of a weakling warrior like him, right? Just academic discussion, don’t get the wrong idea.”


    “Hmm?”


    After this request was tranted by theputation bead, the White Oak Master was truly surprised. Where did that wondrous vampire Murphy find these equally wondrous “summons”?


    These guys looked human, but their gall was more voracious than a man-eater’s appetite!


    Letting you keep your life was already great magnanimity. Instead of hurriedly thanking me and running off, you turn around and want to find an “academic exchange” opportunity for your friend to bring a seized holy relic replica to us?


    Aren’t you afraid that once hees in, Natalie will give the signal by smashing a cup, then five hundred axe-wielding thugs will take turns asking if you’d prefer wonton noodles or chopping block noodles?


    The old knight nced at Natalie.


    She had already clenched her fists, feeling these Murphyckeys were clearly mocking her.


    If The Battalion Commander wasn’t here, the scout captain might have drawn her de to hack them down.


    “Fine!”


    The White Oak Master didn’t know what he was thinking, but he showed a subtle smile, stood up and nodded to Khaki Tony Tai, saying:


    “We wee Lord Murphy’s brave warriors to visit here anytime, as long as you have the courage toe.”


    “Hoo, got it.”


    Khaki grinned and gave the old knight a thumbs up, saying:


    “You’re not a bad guy, you know!


    I’ll go tell this to Brother Meow, maybe he’lle by tomorrow, might even bring gifts. Hey, I can see you guys are busy, no need to see us out. We’ll just be going then.


    Bye now!”


    So under the hawkish res of the Witch Hunters “seeing them off”, Khaki Tony Tai boarded a rickety cart gifted by the Witch Hunters with the threeborers who had been terrified into jelly, and soon disappeared into the night.


    After he left, Lieutenant Frayzer emerged from a nearby house.


    He was clutching a notebook, having taken notes from the old knight on his conversation with that Blood Servant, though since he couldn’t understand their otherworldlynguage, he could only record the old knight’s side.


    The lieutenant looked at the old knight with a peculiar gaze, saying in a low voice:


    “Your words just now really surprised me. I know you have no loyalty to the kingdom, but such tant disloyalty is unexpected. It seems the people’s disdain for you is not without reason.


    But do you truly n to let those vampires and their followers go?”


    “They’re not our target.”


    Old Finoch leaned on the oak holy de, saying softly:


    “The war is over, and des should be sheathed. But if they don’t know their ce, I don’t mind shedding more Blood Vulture blood on thisnd they’ve tainted.


    But we should prepare for that possibility.”


    “Hmm?”


    The lieutenant didn’t understand what he meant. Then he saw the old knight shake his head, saying:


    “Don’t you wonder why Murphy and hispanions have to recapture the city no matter what? Salrokdar isn’t dead. He’s still in the city, perhaps wounded, or worse.


    But he should still be alive.


    How fortunate…”


    Leaning on the great oak de, the old knight broke into the frigid smile of a golden champion.


    He gazed into the ominous night distance and said in a deep voice:


    “Finally a chance to personally settle that ancient personal grudge with the Blood Vultures. But that strange little fellow just mentioned ‘Tris’.


    Surely not the ‘Tris’ from my memory?”