Where? Where?
[ Lettuce Priest ] and [ Ham Warrior ] immediately looked in the direction their friend was pointing and sure enough, they saw a somewhat familiar face.
The man was well-proportioned, with a neatly trimmed mustache, and looked like a somewhat frivolous middle-aged nobleman.
"It really is him!"
[ Lettuce Priest ] immediately selectively forgot the gathering task in his mind and said to his two companions:
"Let's go say hello and see if he can tell us what's going on with those two photos."
[ Bread Knight ] and [ Ham Warrior ] exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously, completely forgetting about [ Butter Archer ] who was waiting for them at the edge of the forest to exchange their goods.
Soon, the three men blocked Muller's path like roadblocks:
Are you Muller?
Looking at the three people in front of him, the middle-aged vampire stroked his mustache:
That was my old name.
"You're not called Muller anymore? What should I call you now?"
Upon hearing this answer, the three immediately became interested, while Muller said in a serious tone:
"My name is now ' Müller-chan - Adrian,' a name my father gave me."
" Müller-chan?"
The Bread Knight's expression was somewhat strange.
" Adrian?"
[ Ham Warrior ] seemed lost in thought.
"Father?"
[ Lettuce Priest ] picked at his ear.
"You're not saying that Ed gave you this name, are you? And you even call him... Father?"
"You are truly wise, but even so, you must not address your father by his given name."
Muller placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly.
"The great patriarch, Mr. Ed Adrian, is indeed my father!"
Having said that, Muller, seeing that the three people in front of him had no further questions, turned and walked eastward.
Contrary to his expectations, these three people weren't without problems; rather, their problems were... far too serious.
"Wait, did we quit a version of the game? How did Ed become a father?"
"You mean, a forty-year-old calls a fifteen or sixteen-year-old 'Dad'?"
"Ultimately, fifteen or sixteen is just Ed's apparent age, right? Seraphina looks fifteen or sixteen too, but in reality, you still have to add a zero to that age, don't you?"
"You all think age is the biggest problem? Am I the only one who cares who the child's mother is?"
[ Bread Knight ] re-entered the group chat and scrolled through all the dozens of messages that everyone had sent, finding yet another detail that had not been verified.
He quickened his pace to stand beside Muller and asked:
What task did Ed assign you?
Muller cleared his throat and said:
"First of all, I will not allow you to call your father by his first name."
"Secondly, my father was so tolerant and great that he not only forgave my sins but also gifted me a lord's castle."
"I will live an unparalleled life of luxury in the most luxurious room at the very top of the fortress."
"All kinds of food will be provided automatically, and there are many servants at my beck and call. As long as I don't leave this territory, I can do whatever I want within it."
"My God, I still find it unbelievable. This is exactly the promised land described in the ancient texts, flowing with milk and honey..."
"I wish every one of my Blood Corpse companions could be treated like this, no, rather they could continue their barbaric ways. Let me go to the embrace of civilization alone!"
Muller's eyes revealed an undisguised anticipation, as if a bright future was beckoning him.
Once he reaches that place, he will no longer be a groveling, Blood Corpse, and he will no longer have to live a precarious life...
After expressing his deep respect and affection for Ed, Muller continued on his way, leaving the three of them looking at each other in bewilderment.
[ Bread Knight ] pinched his arm hard:
"If I understand correctly, this guy just mentioned Dungeon, right?"
[ Ham Warrior ] counted on his fingers and said:
"The lord's castle is the Dungeon area; the luxurious rooms are the boss rooms; and the numerous servants are the mobs."
[ Lettuce Priest ] added as needed:
"Various kinds of food, that is... for the players who are trying to defeat him."
The Bread Knight's expression shifted constantly, but he generally appeared to be somewhere between maintaining his composure and breaking down.
"I mean, does this guy even know what he's talking about?"
"That's hell ahead!"
[ Ham Warrior ] said with a smile:
"It's alright. If he doesn't go to hell, who will? We can't just tell Muller the truth now and then lose a boss from our Dungeon, can we?"
[ Bread Knight ] shook his head:
"That's not what I meant. You guys just recorded it, right? I think such an explosive statement deserves to be shared with everyone, so we can all laugh at this guy."
[ Lettuce Priest ] showed an expression of pity:
"How can you be so cunning and malicious..."
Despite this, [ Lettuce Priest ] did not refute the plan, and was even the first to post the clip he had just recorded to the forum's comment section.
Soon, the number of likes and replies to this comment was approaching that of the original post.
Most of the replies were player-made memes of people trying not to laugh, and scrolling down a few times, you couldn't find a single duplicate, which was quite a sight.
After being interviewed by several waves of players who frequently refreshed the forum, Muller finally arrived at his destination.
This is the boundary of Valhalla's main city. According to the old aristocratic etiquette, when the lord has an important guest, the steward should come here to greet that distinguished guest.
After receiving the guests, he also needs to introduce the scenery along the way, as well as local specialties and customs, and try his best to answer all the questions raised by the guests, striving to make the distinguished guests feel like half a local when they arrive at the lord's mansion.
He stood by the roadside with his hands behind his back and quietly began to wait.
The daytime sun would only cause a slight burning pain for a marquis, but would not cause any real damage.
In fact, for the lineages other than York, once they reach the rank of Earl, they already have basic resistance to sunlight, and once they reach the Middle Tier, they don't need to worry about it at all.
About half an hour later, a mobile fortress finally came into Muller's view, and the Marquis's eyes immediately showed a look of shock.
Yes, Muller, he had never seen a moving fortress.
At the Second True Blood Alliance, which was the time when Muller was sealed away, the Eternal Domain and the Graycast Corridor had not yet appeared.
After Muller regained consciousness, he continued his investigations and hunts in the underground world.
The Graycast Corridor showed little interest in developing the Wilderness of Chaos and seemed unaware of the existence of Klaf City.
This resulted in Muller's understanding being somewhat out of touch with the times.