The 32nd hour after the players left Transia.
At the collapsed section beneath the Blood Eagle Corridor, dozens of people drafted from the survivor camp were hard at work. They moved boulders and cleared the ground, reopening the stairs that descended into the corridor's labyrinthine depths.
The workers laboring in the corridor earned 1.5 times the labor credits of other camp workers each day. At noon, they also enjoyed a fairly lavish—and, most importantly, completely free—lunch. As a result, only the most diligent and loyal people were assigned to work here by Mirian.
They were usually the most trustworthy as well.
After all, this was the Blood Eagle Clan's old lair. There were plenty of things here that could not be allowed to become known to outsiders. In keeping with the vampires' ancient traditions, its interior also contained many strange secret chambers. Even Triss and Femis couldn't say what lay in many of them.
Take, for example, the underground storeroom being opened right now.
Murphy stood some distance away, hands clasped behind his back, a magic sword at his waist as he surveyed the scene.
His gaze swept over the surroundings. He could still see the path leading to the corridor's Sacred Blood Pool, but it had completely collapsed and could not be repaired.
The damage around the Sacred Blood Pool's hall was catastrophic. Murphy had decided to seal off the entire area until he had enough manpower, turning it into the "dungeon zone" that would soon be opened.
At his side, his loyal Maxim stood like Murphy's shadow, clad in imposing full plate armor and with two swords at his waist.
He had no idea what his master was waiting for here.
At that moment, Maxim seemed to still be dwelling on the meeting that had ended some time