My players are so fierce.

Chapter 1254 1252. I mean, as a rich guy, it’s normal for me to have a personal gaming assistant, right?

Murphy's conversation with the old church heroes was generally pleasant.

The main reason is that these spirits who have persisted in the nightmare realm of Gramo Island for many years are quite reasonable and they are also very perceptive. Although the God of Avalon did not participate in the promotion of this matter, almost all the spirits of the Old Church felt the vague "hints" of the God of Nature.

To sum up: do whatever Murphy tells you to do, Murphy won't harm you, but if you make him unhappy, then everyone will be in trouble.

Under the guidance of this "theoretical thinking", it didn't take Murphy long to convince the local spirits to collectively "jump ship" to work in the "Glamor Hades" which was about to open. Their first task was to assist Lord Pluto in dealing with the possible war between the Plantagenet Kingdom and the Helms people.

At this juncture, Murphy, who is eager to expand the upper limit of the total number of players, really does not want to see a rapid and large-scale population loss in a certain area due to internal reasons of the camp. Hermes Island is not a center of civilization, but there are at least millions of people there. If an outrageous massacre really occurs, who will make up for the lack of player population growth for the administrator?

This is not some empty morality, justice and order. It is something that is directly tied to the interests of Murphy and the player community. Naturally, the administrator cannot help but pay attention to it.

He planned to have a good talk with the King of the Plantagenet Kingdom about this matter when King Louis' flagship came to pick up his daughter. The premise that Transia would not intervene in the war was that King Louis did not use extreme means to solve the current problem. But if King Louis was really stubborn, then Murphy, who had the dual identities of player protector and Pluto, would have to use some "means".

It is said that Brother Loyalty has already gathered some "professionals" and is waiting for King Louis to do something stupid so that they can quietly join the Hermes Island camp, which is about to be purged of its top leaders, in the name of "instructors."

After completing the preliminary preparations for the construction of Gramore Underworld, Murphy planned to temporarily leave this dream that shrouded the reality of Gramore Island. There were still many things waiting for him to deal with on the island.

The first thing to be addressed is how to deal with this unique person, Ms. Casper.

You say she is a good person, right? She has indeed learned a lot of forbidden skills and is also a "usurper" that even the bad guy Mennis is wary of. She is so bold that she not only learned dream manipulation from Baphomet but also plans to get some benefits from Dagon.

But you say she is a bad person. The reason why the paper-wrapped fire in Glamour Island has lasted until now and has not burned down the entire Plantagenet Kingdom is all due to this guy's decisive actions at the necessary moment and his integrity that has persisted until now in the nightmare.

Although her original intention was to seek some of Dagon's power to manipulate nightmares, she did a good thing with bad intentions.

Even the spirits of the old religion could not refute this.

Therefore, how to deal with Ms. Casper, the unconventional druid and monk, became a troublesome issue, but Murphy was sure that Casper and Tris had a lot in common during the Scarlet Witch period.

They are both the kind of people who dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and have outstanding abilities and strong execution. The most peculiar thing is that these two guys also have a pretty good appearance.

Therefore, when Murphy left the dream, he couldn't help but think that it would be great if there was a "kind-hearted person" who could help him get rid of Casper, the "problematic queen" before he made a decision.

I just didn’t know that I didn’t have that luck today.
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"Hey, why are you feeding your manticore the poison sacs of the desert scarab?"

In the city ruins of Gramo Island, Little Rich, who was preparing lunch for Choubao today, had just taken out the carefully selected desert poison sac when he heard a puzzled voice behind him.

This made Xiao Fuge explain helplessly:
"Of course it's because my manticore needs to absorb more toxins from these poisons to strengthen its tail spikes. Aren't you a great druid? Why don't you even know this?"

"Of course I know. This is just the first time I've seen someone tame a dangerous creature like the Astral Manticore, which is theoretically impossible to tame. Moreover, he treats this cruel beast that could go crazy and bite you to death at any time as his own child."

Ms. Casper, who was sitting cross-legged behind Little Rich, was wearing one of Little Rich's elf robes. She was holding a can of Halfling vanilla ice cream in her hand and putting it into her mouth while speaking in a long voice:

"You know that every time you get close to your manticore, it's actually suppressing the urge to tear you apart with its claws and teeth, right?"

"I know, but I choose not to care. Master Murphy taught me that as a celestial summoner, one must have this mentality of dancing with danger in order to win the trust and following of the summoned creatures."

Little rich brother curled his lips and said:

"It's a pity that you druids don't seem to agree with our career path."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Ms. Casper rolled her eyes.

She used her scarred fingers to brush away half of her long hair, looked around, and said in a low voice:
"You don't really think your mentor is an exceptional astral summoner, do you?

I didn't feel any excellent qualities that a summoner should have from Lord Murphy. The only thing that was somewhat related to the profession of summoner was that he chose a very good star guardian and miraculously turned the tables. However, this was not enough to make him a mentor.

Therefore, for safety's sake, I suggest you not to learn those weird things from your 'mentor'."

"Are you trying to sow discord, Madam Archdruid?"

Little Fu Ge snorted, put on his gloves and mixed a few desert poison sacs together, and said:
"I admit that Lord Murphy's achievements in the field of summoners are nothing compared to his talents in swordsmanship and leadership. But it is precisely because of his outstanding mentor's unparalleled 'connections' that I have Madam Li Ji as my star guardian at a young age, and have one foot in the inheritance of Master Ao. In the future, I can get on Yun Lantian's good side with just a little effort.

I don't think there is another celestial summoner in the world who can find such a way out for his disciples.
I say, you are not trying to trick me into letting you run away, are you?

You know, Lord Murphy not only has a group of demigods as partners, but he basically maintains a very good relationship with all gods. In other words, even if you can run away from here, you will have to hide in some corner for the rest of your life. If you dare to show your head, you will be killed instantly.

Therefore, for safety's sake, I suggest you not to think about those things at this time!"

Mo Niqiong turned around and said to Ms. Gaspard in a serious tone of a jailer:

"Stay here obediently and wait for Lord Murphy to come and give you the judgment you deserve. I'm giving you this advice because you helped us. Otherwise, you'll be hunted down by tens of thousands of foreign heroes all over the world."

"Tsk, what a boring boy."

Casper snorted, scooped a large spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, savoring the long-lost sweetness while rolling his eyes under the cover of his long hair.

Her past life experiences determined that she would never leave the decision of her life to a mysterious person whom she met for the first time. She had to try even if she had no chance of a comeback. So after a few seconds of silence, Casper snorted and said:
"Don't feed that to your manticore!"

"Ok?"

Little Fu Ge turned around and looked at her with a strange look, and then he saw Casper brushing his hair in a charming manner and explaining slowly:
"If I'm not mistaken, your manticore has reached adulthood. It should now be in the stage of challenging the astral manticore lord to seek its own territory. I found a terrible scar on the heart of your manticore. It was definitely caused by another manticore.

This proves that your Manticore has fought a battle with its own kind.

My guess is, a pyrrhic victory.

Do you know why you have raised this manticore so well, but it still can't gain an advantage in fighting against its own kind?"

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details!"

Now Brother Fu was really interested.

Only then did he realize that this legendary female monk in front of him, whose first reaction when encountering an enemy was to fight, also had the title of Archdruid. More than that, she was a druid of the Castilian Tree, the oldest orthodox druid order. Her title was extremely valuable.

He leaned over to ask, and Casper snorted again without keeping him in suspense, saying:

"Because your scorpion lion has long passed the stage where it needs to use toxins from the material world to strengthen its toxicity. There are native desert scorpion lions in the thousand-year-old sand sea of ​​the Songhai people. During their growth stage, only the larvae will consume a large amount of scarab toxins to 'sharpen' their tail spikes.

However, there is a limit to how skilled you can be at toxin grinding.

Excessive absorption of toxins will not only fail to enhance the toxicity of the scorpion lion, but will affect their digestive function. The lunch you prepare for your scorpion lion will obviously contain excessive toxins.

What it should supplement at this stage is the strength of its claws and the nutrients of its wing tendons, so that it can gain overwhelming strength, destructive power and speed over its peers in close combat.

Ahem, aren't you going to take note of it?

I rarely share this kind of professional knowledge with others, and I have four ways to effectively strengthen your baby manticore."

The archdruid put a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, licked his lips and stretched out four fingers, and said to Little Fu Ge who had taken out his notebook: "First, there is a kind of moon vulture living in the gray desert. It has the strongest tendons among all creatures on the continent. Take two tendons and use special ancient witchcraft to strengthen the wings of the mantis lion, making it faster and able to control small storms.

Second, the Anuka lions living in the mountains north of Greene Island have the strongest claws and biting muscles among carnivorous beasts, and their elegantly shaped saber teeth are also the hunting weapons that cats dream of.

If you can get some samples back, I can consider reverting your manticore.

Third, there lives a unique kind of nightmare bat in the nightmare land, which can use dream toxins to make all enemies fall into an unawakenable sleep. That toxin has no antidote in the material world and the astral plane.

Since you can't enter the dreamland, there's no way you can get the venom gland of the bat.

But if you have the assistance of a professional who is proficient in dream ecology and beast enhancement, then it is likely that you can obtain this "Pterosaur Toxin" for your Manticore before it returns to the Astral Realm for the Lord Challenge.

As for the fourth one."

When Ms. Gasper said this, she secretly glanced at Little Rich and found that the latter had stopped recording and was staring at her with a strange look.

The cunning dream druid shut up at the right time, letting silence represent what he wanted to say but could not say actively.

And little Fu Ge also tasted the flavor.

Although he was a failed entrepreneur, he had been a boss for three months. The series of remarks made by Ms. Casper in front of him quickly made Xiao Fuge realize the subtext of the latter. He closed his "Scorpion Lion Breeding Manual" and said in a strange tone:
"You want me to hire you? Why? A spellcaster and monk of your caliber should not be short of work, right? Even though the Giant Tree Faction has declined in the Elven Kingdom, with the abilities you have demonstrated on Gramo Island, the Church of Avalon in Transia will be happy to offer you a position."

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"Tsk, do I care about their jobs?"

Ms. Casper curled her lips and said:

"I am old enough to be the great-grandmother of your lady Natalie. It is no exaggeration to say that the old religion of mankind developed under my nose. I am tired of the constraints of this kind of faith-followers.

The Glamour Island disaster has made me realize the value of freedom."

"Ahem, ma'am, if you want a job, then I suggest you be honest."

Little rich brother curled his lips and said:

"Although I don't have much social experience, I know that if a job applicant says something like 'pursuing freedom', then she is most likely trying to inflate her status and is trying to deceive people."

"Ah, okay."

The Archdruid put down the ice cream cup in her hand, sighed, and whispered:
“I must first escape the trial of Lord Murphy. Although this is the first time I meet him, I can guess that he is not a guy who is particularly kind to strangers. All outstanding leaders will only show kindness to their true friends.

I have no way to curry favor with him, so you, the nominal 'disciple', are the most direct 'family' I can currently contact.

This is one of them.

The second reason is personal.”

Casper hesitated for a moment, and under the curious gaze of Little Rich, she reached out and unzipped her collar, an action that made Little Rich immediately turn his head away.

Even the Archdruid couldn't handle such an innocent reaction.

No, man!
You have the guts to raise a manticore and an immortal war spirit, but why are you so shy about looking at a woman's body? Are all of you Transian Silvers such naive little guys?

"I said, do you want to see it?"

The Archdruid whispered:
"I'm not tempting you on purpose, look here!"

She pointed to her chest. Little Fu Ge coughed twice, then turned his head quietly and took a look. He immediately noticed a strange-shaped black spot on Ms. Casper's chest.

"This wound is so white. Uh, no, I mean this wound is really big. No, no, no, no, I mean, let me be frank, this wound doesn't look like an ordinary wound, does it?"

Xiao Fu asked with a red face, and the Archdruid sighed and said:

“It really isn’t.

This is the 'memorial' left to me by the Baphomet cultists. It is a nightmare mark that pulls me into dreams one day every month, where I have to endure a damned maze fight in Baphomet's labyrinth. If I don't want to die in the nightmare, I must find a way to get rid of this thing.

You see, I am not born a bad person. I sought the power of Baphomet and Dagon only to save myself.

In this situation, the most effective strategy is to rely on a powerful person and get his help. But as I said before, I can't get in touch with your Lord Murphy, so I can only start from you.

To be honest, I plan to take advantage of you.

But I won't let you work in vain. I will strengthen your manticore and make sure it will win the next time it returns to the star realm to fight for territory!"

Ms. Casper snorted and said quite proudly:

"I'm not bragging. The paper I wrote when I became the Archdruid was a detailed discussion of the long-term application of beast-characteristic enhancement to the Druid Way. To this day, there is a 'Casper Wild Incarnation' technique named after me in the Druid faction.

Although I am not as outstanding as Master McCaffrey, I am still a research backbone.

If it weren't for the unfortunate fourth black disaster that made me look like this, I would be the leader of the Giant Tree Faction now."

"Luckily you're not!

You know, in the battle where the Castilian Giant Tree fell, the death rate of the Druid leader of the Giant Tree faction exceeded 85%, surpassing the Gnoll Chieftain in the Black Scourge and becoming the most dangerous profession on the continent. "

The voice of the Vampire Governor sounded from the side, causing Ms. Casper, who was bragging, to shrink her head immediately, and also causing Little Rich to turn around and look behind.

Master Murphy came over with his hands behind his back, smiling.

With a subtle expression, he glanced at the obedient Archdruid and Monk, then looked at Little Fu Ge and said:

“You do have this need, my disciple.

So if you decide to hire Ms. Casper to help you and your Manticore finish the Lord's War, then I can postpone the sentence on this lady. To be honest, she didn't commit any serious crime. Although she tried to seize power from Dagon, it did not cause serious consequences and she did protect him.

Even by strict standards, this is not an unforgivable sin.”

"I"

Little Fu Ge understood that Lord Murphy had given him the decision-making power.

He glanced at the Archdruid of Dreams who was glaring at him frantically, then looked at the Manticore that had descended from the sky. Finally, he said to Murphy:
"I need Ms. Casper to help me strengthen the manticore, Mr. Murphy. I also promise you that I will take care of Ms. Casper during this period of time and will not let her do anything dangerous again."

"Well, I'm relieved to hear the decision. It's one less thing to worry about."

Murphy glanced at the sun boat that was falling overhead, shrugged, and said:

"It seems that I am really lucky today."

(End of this chapter)