If Nothing Unexpected Happens, Something Unexpected Will Happen Soon

"Your Blood Servants are diligent and tactically minded. The traps they've made, though crude, look quite effective."

After nightfall, Miss Femis personally led a few Midnight Hunters to scout the planned ambush site. Madam Adele must have "slandered" her. However, after seeing the sixteen Little Players' careful planning and the results of the Blood Servants' day's work with her own eyes, the young lady did not scold Murphy harshly.

Especially after seeing the Denial Trench being widened and deepened by the Blood Servants, and the Automatic Hunting Crossbow mounted on Murphy's carriage, the young lady nodded with considerable satisfaction.

All this effective work proved that Murphy, an outer member of the family, was indeed committed to his role of luring and blocking the enemy. Even though he was assigned a cannon-fodder suicide mission, his diligent work attitude greatly changed the young lady's impression of him.

Since they were all serving the family's interests now, there was no need to escalate minor unpleasant arguments.

This was the young lady's philosophy of life, and the principle her patriarch father had taught her.

"This is all I should do, Miss."

Murphy replied very humbly and suggested:

"These traps are still very crude. After all, my Blood Servants were just civilians from Morland Village who had a thirst for revenge after being slaughtered by the Witch Hunters.

They have strong wills but lack skill.

Perhaps the professional hunters and Psionicists under your command could help conceal these traps, thereby making them more effective."

"That's exactly what I was thinking."

Miss Femis nodded and whispered a few words to the guards beside her. Soon, elite Midnight Hunter Psionicists arrived in the forest to help with the camouflage.

The young lady, holding a delicate Vampire Scourge, began discussing the next night's attack with Murphy. She pointed in the direction of the Filthy Swamps and said:

"The hunters and I will hide there. The scent of the Filthy Swamps will provide us with the best cover. Once you have successfully held off the enemy, we will launch a surprise attack from the flanks and rear and destroy the military supplies as quickly as possible.

At that point, when we engage the enemy, you and your servants can take the opportunity to retreat.

The Blood Servants in the convoy will also participate in the attack, but the carriages will be parked at the entrance to the swamp. Therefore, you only need to retreat there to escape.

After that, we will travel straight back to Cadman City."

"I see. The young lady is indeed intelligent. It's a simple and effective plan."

Murphy praised her obsequiously, but inwardly he sneered.

What a nice way to put it!

It sounded as easy as tricking a little kid into going across the street to buy soy sauce.

However, his team's strength was nowhere near enough to last until the young lady's plan was realized. This was clearly a plan to use Murphy and his servants as expendable resources.

If Murphy had felt a shred of guilt about harming the young lady and her hunters before, now, after hearing the young lady "draw a picture" for him again, that last trace of guilt had vanished.

Still drawing pictures for me at this point?

Fine!

Then don't blame me for taking the firewood from under the pot.

"You've already gathered forty-five Midnight Hunters, which is a considerable force. But to be safe, shouldn't you summon more people tonight?"

Murphy suggested in a low voice:

"After all, you are of noble status, Miss. If there's any danger during the operation..."

"Shut up!"

A guard snapped:

"We are responsible for the Miss's safety. You just do your job as bait. This is not your place to speak."

"Oh, so I was just worrying too much."

Murphy narrowed his eyes, maintaining a polite smile. He elegantly bowed to the young lady and turned to leave.

Watching Murphy go to rendezvous with his servants who were busy on the periphery, Miss Femis wrinkled her delicate nose and said to the two burly guards beside her:

"Lord Murphy is also a member of the Blood Vulture, and he contributes to the family. Please be more polite when you speak."

"We were already very polite, Miss."

The guard complained, "Ever since the war situation worsened, you've been leading the Midnight Hunters in guerrilla warfare outside. You haven't returned to Cadman City for a long time. You don't know how our compatriots in the city have insulted him and his elders.

Even humans mock them.

If I were the pathetic Murphy, I would have left long ago."

"His elder is Triss..."

Miss Femis recalled the dissolute former elder of the family she had seen a few times in her mind. She had a very bad impression of Triss, and now she shook her head, no longer dwelling on the topic.

However, after thinking for a moment, she still said to the two guards:

"Murphy's suggestion has some merit. We don't know the specific strength of the enemy escorting the supplies, so we must proceed cautiously. Summon more Midnight Hunters to the swamp!

Let's increase our numbers to sixty before the operation tomorrow night!"

"Yes, Miss!"

Meanwhile, Murphy approached the foxholes where the Little Players were resting. Eight of the sixteen Little Players, who were students, had already logged off.

Today is the last day of their break, and they have classes tomorrow, so they can't stay up late.

Of the remaining eight people, Brother Wu Miao generously gave his four studio members the day off. The two middle-aged men, Nitou Che and Chanche Ren, didn't have to worry about work at all. The last to arrive, Onboard Happy Stick, was a freelancer. They were currently gathered together, envisioning the battle tomorrow night and making final checks.

Seeing Murphy approach, Brother Wu Miao, who was gnawing on a red wild fruit, immediately stood up to report:

"Lord Murphy, we have completed the planning of the defense line. The rest will be handled by the Blood Servants. We have also synchronized our time. Please perform two summons tomorrow, at dusk and at eight o'clock in the evening. Your warriors will fight for you and the grand plan at that time."

"Thank you for your hard work, my warriors."

Murphy nodded and said to the Little Players:

"I am still missing some materials, so I cannot maintain the summoning effect for a long time to allow you to stay in this world. But don't worry, I already have news of those materials.

Perhaps you will soon be able to escape this predicament of passively waiting to be summoned."

After skillfully painting a rosy picture, Murphy sat down with the Little Players.

This action made the players a little self-conscious, as the NPCs would definitely not understand what they were talking about.

However, a few minutes later, as Brother Wu Miao finished his fruit and bragged about his last "store visit" experience, eliciting knowing laughter from a group of older men, Murphy suddenly asked:

"What does 'foot bath, store visit' mean? Is this some kind of custom from your world?"

"!!!"

The Little Players, who were laughing, all widened their eyes in unison, showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Damn, this NPC is too intelligent! Not only can it understand, but it can also ask questions?

But how could they answer such an awkward question?

Seeing the players' uncomfortable expressions, Murphy was laughing wildly in his heart but maintained the composure expected of an NPC. He smiled slightly and said softly:

"Judging by your expressions, I can probably guess the answer. Things that can make men, who usually have conflicts, laugh so heartily can only be a few things.

In fact, Cadman City also has similar facilities, ranging from low-end to high-end. If you can afford the price and are lucky enough, some unrestrained vampire dancers wouldn't mind spending a night with you.

Of course, you might have to pay a little extra 'price' for it.

If there's a chance in the future..."

"We definitely have to go and broaden our horizons, maybe even compile a monumental work like a 'Guide to Otherworld Beauties'."

Brother Wu Miao grinned, tossed the fruit pit aside, and rubbed his stomach with a slight change in expression, saying, "My stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. By the way, where is the restroom?"

"There are restrooms all around you. Find a place and take care of it yourself. Do you want me to conjure a toilet for you?"

Nitou Che snorted. Seeing Brother Wu Miao get up and rush out, clutching his stomach, he said in a strange tone:

"Does this game even have a defecation function?"

"Although I don't understand what you mean by 'game,' I can confirm that your bodies in this world are physical projections made of psionic energy, just like other summoned Otherworld Creatures."

Murphy glanced at the fruit pit beside him and explained in a drawn-out voice:

"Free-floating psionic energy simulates a physical form through full mimicry, allowing you to feel pain and have complete five senses. Naturally, you are also susceptible to certain diseases.

I was just about to say, the fruit that Brother Wu Miao picked seems to cause severe dysentery when consumed, according to my memory."

He glanced at the horrified Little Players and said softly:

"Therefore, before you confirm that you have a certain level of wilderness survival experience, remember not to randomly eat things you find in the wild. Diarrhea is just the easiest situation to deal with.

My warriors, you should return to your own world, otherwise, my poor warrior, Warrior Meow King, will likely suffer more from gastrointestinal distress and pain.

Rest well and prepare thoroughly.

In the name of victory, I will see you on the battlefield tomorrow night."

After a night of busy work, when the sun shone down the next day, Murphy was still in the forest, urging the Blood Servants to complete the last bit of fortifications.

Considering that the enemy might have cavalry, Murphy also asked the Blood Servants to dig some Cavalry Traps, which greatly increased their workload and made them even more resentful of Murphy, an outsider to the family.

However, Madam Adele, who was at least E-rank, did not clash with Murphy today.

Perhaps having been cautioned by Miss Femis, she even personally came to the forest to supervise the Blood Servants' work, even greeting Murphy and making a few pleasantries.

This was exactly what Murphy wanted.

As they were busy in the woods, the hottest part of the afternoon arrived. As yesterday, under Maxim's escort, Mirian carefully climbed into the carriage where the Witch Hunter captives were held again.

Today, Natalie and the other three Witch Hunters looked even more miserable than yesterday.

Clearly, they had undergone another round of interrogation last night. After being woken up by Mirian, the huntress saw the red-haired Blood Servant in front of her take a cylindrical object from her bodice and hand it to her.

The huntress was all too familiar with this little thing.

She had been subdued by this inconspicuous little item in Morland Village, but then she shook her head and gestured towards the bloody old soldier on the other side of the carriage.

She signaled Mirian to give one to that guy too.

There were two Vampire interrogators guarding them, and with her current injuries, she couldn't possibly launch a successful surprise attack on both at the same time.

Mirian pouted and reluctantly took out her last Potent Anesthetic Device.

These were given to him by his mentor for self-defense when he took a leave of absence from Shardo University and returned home. Each one was a masterpiece by a Halfling engineering master.

If it weren't for her good grades and promising future, and her being clever and resourceful, her mentor wouldn't have gifted them to her.

He only gave her two, and each could be used three times. They were originally meant to guard against the "local specialty" vampires in the Transylvania Region, but ended up being used entirely on Witch Hunters.

What bad luck!

However, considering the current situation and Murphy's promise, Mirian gritted her teeth, crawled over, and shoved the last Potent Anesthetic Device into the hands of the old soldier named Norman.

This guy had it much worse than Natalie.

There wasn't a good patch of flesh on his upper body. His throat had been cut open and then sewn shut, and it seemed like a bone had been removed from his chest. It truly made one feel the perversion and madness of these vampires.

This scene made Mirian's eyes tremble.

She knew that if she fell into the hands of vampires, she'd likely suffer the same fate. Compared to this, Murphy seemed like a rather gentle vampire.

Hmm, perhaps this is why he's looked down upon by his own kind? Because he's not malicious enough, not gloomy enough, not cunning enough, and not vampiric enough?

Mirian thought this, then reached out and loosened the restraints on the two prisoners a little, to ensure their sneak attack tonight would be as successful as possible.

After doing all this, just like yesterday, Mirian took out paper and pen and wrote down the action plan Murphy had learned from Miss Femis, placing it before Natalie to see.

"The vampires are ambushing at the edge of the Filthy Swamps. You will be left at the swamp entrance. Making a big commotion can attract the attention of the transport team. We will place two barrels of Fire Oil outside the carriage beforehand."

After writing, Mirian used her eyes to confirm that Natalie understood the message before quickly leaving. The red-haired girl's heart was pounding.

She could feel that everything was about to reach a decisive conclusion.

"Give me a weapon!"

She said to Maxim, who was escorting her into the woods. The loyal Blood Servant looked at Mirian in surprise and said:

"Lord Murphy ordered me to protect you. You are not skilled in combat."

"I don't want to entrust my life to a vampire worshiper who needs to count on their fingers for basic addition and subtraction within a hundred."

Mirian wrapped her Scarlet Cloak tighter around herself and said softly:

"I don't want a weapon to harm anyone. If you and your Master Murphy fail, I can at least choose to end my own life, to avoid falling into an even more desolate situation."

"You should have some faith in us."

Maxim took the Dwarven Hunting Rifle he had kept from behind him and handed it to Mirian. He said:

"You should have faith in Lord Murphy. He is a wise man who has emerged from the shadows and is about to write his own legend."

Mirian looked at Maxim as if he were an idiot. She pouted and said:

"What legend or not, let's survive first. If he truly becomes a legend in the future, I'll personally write a book about him, okay? Sigh, fighting for a chance to live alongside vampires. My conceited classmates would never believe this if I told them.

Who would believe this!"