Murphy had no trouble getting a bottle of blood from Nefertari, blood she had stored before her death. Though decades had passed since it was drawn, the psionic "preservation" had kept it fresh enough for Murphy to obtain a complete "Sanghai biological template."
For any Sanghai with even a little sense, giving their blood to a vampire would have been unthinkable. But Nefertari was undead, and she didn't much care about anything in the living world.
Besides, she had rocks for brains.
After Murphy talked her around, she happily agreed.
Perhaps it was also because Nefertari had seen how valiant the foreigners were. She was sure they would accomplish great things, and her small clan could gain considerable prestige from it. Given how the Sanghai lived, enough prestige would let her parents recruit plenty of new clanspeople from among the desert wanderers.
Maybe even her fallen family could reclaim the title of Oasis Pharaoh.
That would be a small contribution from Nefertari to her family, after all.
Riding her cool scarab, she buzzed along after Murphy to the outskirts of Xike City, where she happened to spot Femis appearing amid the crimson haze with Pants-Off Demon A-Feng.
A-Feng was still a little dazed.
He'd been studying and honing his knowledge in the House of the Dead beneath the Blood Eagle Corridor when the young lady had forcibly dragged him here.
"Hey, little mummy! Have you decided? Will you join my Scarlet Witch's Mansion?"
The young lady seemed quite familiar with Nefertari.
When she saw the mummy girl's scarab land, she called out. The mummy priestess replied with considerable haughtiness:
"What kind of lousy organization is yours, inviting me to join? I'm a prospective chosen of the Underworld, you know? Who am I, and who are you? You expect me to