My players are so fierce

Chapter 294 293. That’s it, he even said thank you to us

"What happened to you today? Why are you so distracted?"

In the administrative office of Scarlet Castle, in the small office that Archon Miriam had just moved into, Murphy, who came to discuss with her the placement of the group of prisoners and Yankee soldiers who were about to return to Transia, frowned. Baroness Moreland said to Baroness Moreland, who was a little distracted in front of her:

"Are you too tired these days? Or is it that the siege of the past few days has disturbed your mind? I see that you look very bad. How about I give you two days off?

Or ask Sister Marian to perform a calming ceremony for you? "

"It's nothing, I'm just a little flustered today."

Miriam also rubbed her eyebrows in confusion. The red-haired girl who always tried her best to maintain her energetic state said:

"It's like something happened, but I don't know if it has anything to do with me. It's hard for me to describe that feeling. You don't have to worry.

I will go to the Temple of Avalon after get off work to perform a calming ceremony. "

"That's good. You are now the core of the entire Transian governance system. In terms of importance, you are even more important than me, the lord."

Murphy smiled, then his expression turned serious, and he said:

"What do you think of the idea I just told you? Is it executable?"

"Hard to say."

Miriam picked up the tea cup and took a sip. She replied thoughtfully:

"It is already an established plan to let the jackal prisoners build the road planned by Professor Chen. Those barbarians have no power in the eyes of the locals. Even if they are exhausted, there are still many civilians who will applaud them.

But it would be a bit too much if you let the freed blood servants and aid soldiers from other countries also work with the gnolls.

You have to understand, Lord Murphy, blood servants are human beings too!

Many of them have relatives in the current Scarlet Castle. It's okay if they don't let their families reunite. You fought for the Blood Eagle Clan but have to do hard labor after you come back. Telling it will seriously reduce your popularity among the people. mental image.

I think we should change the approach. "

"They are a source of instability, Miriam, and you know that very well."

Murphy pointed to the Cadman Earldom plan that was placed on the table and was produced by Mr. Chen himself and said:

"We have to spend time identifying which of them are willing to obey the new order we established. The blood servants are a very extreme group of people, and you can't just put them back into the territory so casually.

Besides, I don’t want them to do hard work all the time.

After the identity and occupation registration is completed, those with skills among them will get a job, and those who perform well in a week or half a month of work can also get a new identity.

Then there are the Yankees who were sent to Transia as supporters. Even Grand Duke Shani bluntly said that they were a group of abolished scum and were thrown into our territory like garbage by the Yankee generals. When it comes to recycling waste, I think you should not have any optimistic expectations about their character.

With Transia's currently stretched manpower, I don't want to waste time on them. They are here to support us, not to enjoy themselves.

Isn’t building roads, bridges, and villages support support?

I didn't throw them directly into the filthy swamp and dug trenches over there, which was a great honor to them. "

"That's what I said"

Miriam also had a headache.

This was her first time dealing with such a complicated situation, and she didn't quite agree with Murphy's one-size-fits-all approach, but at the moment it seemed like she didn't have a second, more secure approach.

In the midst of this stalemate, the door of the office was pushed open, and Professor Malcolm walked in with a stack of documents. He saluted Murphy politely, and then smoothly joined the discussion.

The professor was quick to offer his opinion.

He told Murphy:

"Your thinking is very correct, Your Excellency."

"but?"

Murphy asked rhetorically.

Professor Malcolm smiled, waved his hand and said:

"Okay, but this method is indeed too crude. I don't mean the inhumane part of this plan, but it would be a waste of manpower to make them all a basic labor force for repairs.

It would be enough for the jackal and kobold captives to do the menial work.

No matter how trashy the scum are, they still have smarter minds than jackals, and they can create more value, especially in Transia, where manpower is in short supply.

I just did a simple survey among the Blood Knights, Witch Hunters and Thorn Vampires, and I found that people from these three parties praised the large, easy-to-use and easy-to-store ‘grey tents’ produced in our camp.

This thing is not difficult to make. Perhaps we can build a processing plant near the collective farm you plan to specialize in making similar materials.

I think once the Black Disaster starts a war, this kind of materials that are beneficial to military operations will be in short supply.

It is much more valuable for soldiers to use their hands to make tents than to let them dig trenches and fill pits. What's more, the punishment system must have a priority.

If you let them do hard work from the beginning, how will you punish them if they cause trouble?

You can't really kill them, right?

You see, if you don't want to work, you can work as a miner. If you still want to cause trouble, you can build roads. If you are in the safe rear and don't even want to build roads, you can leave them to dig trenches.

This kind of stepped punishment is enough to scare most people who are not determined, and the remaining thorns can be killed to scare the monkeys.

You've given them two chances and they still don't appreciate it.

In this way, they will have their own way of killing themselves. Even if the Kingdom of Nordtov questions them through diplomatic channels, we can respond very appropriately. "

The history professor said eloquently:

"Violence is certainly an extremely effective tool of rule, but if you can make good use of the meaning of punishment, your rule will definitely be more stable."

"Have you learned it?"

Murphy glanced at Miriam, who was supporting her chin with her hands and listening carefully and taking notes. He asked, and the Scarlet Archon rolled his eyes and said:

"Of course, I have been learning from Professor Malcolm. This system can also be used to accept prisoners from the Plantagenet Kingdom and those so-called 'supporters'.

Otherwise, why not promote Professor Malcolm to be consul? I really feel like there are still good things that I haven’t mastered yet. "

"This is not my original method."

The middle-aged professor laughed, patted his notebook and said:

“This is my experience after talking to several camp directors, and they said this comes from a management model called ‘concentration camp’.

I just took the essence and discarded the dross. After all, using people to make soap is so heretical that if witch hunters heard about it, they could easily be tied to the stake. "

"I knew they were capable of such ruthless things."

Murphy curled his lips and complained in his mind.

This is the main reason why he has not dared to hand over administrative decision-making power to small players so far.

Just listen to their bad idea. If they really let those three brothers manage the concentration camp, I'm afraid the gas chambers and the soap factory will be completed in less than a month.

The moral bottom line of young players is too abstract, and Murphy really doesn't dare to gamble.

He was afraid that in a few years, the "canned jackals" produced in Transia would become popular in the mainland, and he would be dubbed the "King of Cannibals" by then. After all, the reputation of vampires in this world was not very good.

After discussing these matters with Professor Malcolm and Miriam, Murphy left the Executive Yuan. He planned to quickly return to the Blood Vulture Corridor to prepare the rewards that would be distributed to the players later.

The humiliating defeat of the Gnolls in the Under Armor Hills has become a hotly debated topic in Transia recently. The Gnolls' rout that escaped from there spread fear everywhere, even as far away as the West. All the jackal clans in Earl Ke's territory began to flee.

The ones who ran the farthest had crossed the border and rushed into the Glacier Fjord and the Kakhovka Plain.

Based on the intelligence obtained by Reifnor's constant flying and overlooking throughout Transia, the "Gnoll Disaster" campaign launched by Murphy is estimated to end within a week. Currently, the number of Gnolls in his territory is increasing at an alarming rate. Visible speed reduction.

This made Murphy sigh with emotion at the magic of creatures like jackals.

Their intelligence allows them to understand failure and fear and to imagine the crazy strangulation they will face next, but their intelligence can also provide them with a second option besides "escape", coupled with social organization Du is really pulling his hips, so in this situation, he can only leave in a hurry.

This is a good thing.

Those collapsed gnolls always screamed abstract words such as "Murphy, the vampire murderer, is here to kill", which was enough to effectively and quickly spread Murphy's reputation outside of Transia.

"Another large amount of equipment and rewards need to be subsidized. Who can withstand this?"

Murphy glanced at the personal point pool and team point pool on the character interface. Since the elite monsters killed during the raid on Kenport's camp also counted as points, the top ten on the personal list each had thousands of insane points.

The combined scores of the first-ranked Cat Brother and the second-ranked Sister Pomegranate exceed 15,000. Calculated according to ten points for an elite Jackal or Kobold, these two guys are already full of Jackals. of blood.

It is no exaggeration to praise "Blood Hand Wolf Slaughter".

And Happy Stick's large army battle has also begun to show its prowess. This guy's 30-person team suddenly managed to achieve a group score of 120,000 points. Just the corpses of the jackals they hunted, laid head to tail, could probably bypass Card. Earl Man has been in charge for a circle or two.

“The point pool mode is really a good thing!

As long as I can provide enough rewards, the players' enthusiasm can be burned without limit. It is really a good way to effectively command the players. "

Murphy sighed in his heart:

"Such an easy-to-use model must be promoted. The next stage is to increase the population in the territory as quickly as possible. Why not create a point pool? Give one point to every refugee found?

No, no, no, in this way they will definitely give me a hundred thousand points of work.

Well, five refugees get one point. "

The vampire lord rubbed his chin and decided on his next plan. He ran to the family warehouse under the corridor and took a quick look at the equipment currently stored, and then came to a shocking conclusion!

If there are two more major events like this, Murphy's wealth in equipment will be completely wiped out! If you include the consumption of new players who are about to enter the game in this regard, Murphy will soon have no physical rewards to give them.

Damn it!

No reward for hiring players to work? Isn’t this already a way to die?

no!

We must quickly find a way to increase revenue and reduce expenditure!

A sense of urgency surged into his heart, and Murphy frowned, suddenly thinking of the two family arsenals the Blood Vulture Clan was said to have hidden in the north and south of Transia.

He immediately rushed to Tris's office, intending to ask his Grand Duke about this matter, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Tris sneaking two strange large boxes into her luxurious psychic Stuffed in bag.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Tris being so sneaky, Murphy immediately raised his eyebrows and shouted. Tris was startled, and her hand shook with a guilty conscience, and a box slipped from the table and hit the ground.

It opened with a bang, revealing a set of dark red protective leather armor placed in a black velvet backing.

Just judging from the sophistication of its appearance, you can tell that this is an extraordinary object. When the gloves vibrate, they will reverberate with a reddish halo. At first glance, they are very high-end psychic items.

"What's this?"

Murphy asked in surprise:

"Who sent it? Or did you find something powerful in a corner of the corridor?"

"Yeah, it's a gift."

Seeing that she couldn't hide it, Tris sighed and put the box containing the armor back on the table. She reached out and touched the delicate thing with an appreciative gesture. She whispered:

"The gift was delivered directly to Ms. Leonia thirty minutes ago through an advanced psychic transfer technique."

"Gift? Who gave it to you?"

Murphy asked, Tris glanced at him and said:

"Edward Spencer Gangaro, have you forgotten? Lord Paying asked old Edward to send a gift as a symbol of 'temporary reconciliation' and thank us for helping him get rid of the traitorous faction of the Wolfsbane clan.

Here are two sets of lined armor made by Edward Sr. himself.

One set is for me and one set is for you. "

"Then why did you put both sets of clothes in your bag?"

Murphy squinted his eyes and said in a long voice:

"Do you even want to be greedy for my things? Tris, are you sure you are the descendant of desire and not the descendant of greed?"

"I'm just keeping it for you! Who wants to take your stuff?"

Tris slapped the table angrily and said:

"Am I that kind of person? It's too wasteful for you to use this kind of thing at your current level, you know? I'm going to wait until you reach the Silver level to officially hand it over to you.

Old Edward is the top leatherworker in the mainland, and the protective gear he makes by himself is the best in any country.

These two sets in our hands are no exception.

Perhaps old Edward was not willing to reconcile, but his dignity as a master craftsman did not allow him to give away crudely made things. "

"It's just because I'm quite weak right now, so I need powerful self-defense, right?"

Murphy curled his lips and stepped forward to open the box that belonged to him.

The neutral body armor placed inside has seven components, but in addition to its entirety, there is a black staff sword fixed next to it.

However, the top of the cane is not the wolf head commonly used by the Wolfsbane clan, but is carved into a blood-colored vulture with wings spread out, but the vulture's head is shaped like a wolf's head.

This was obviously sent specially by Old Edward, but it meant a bit of provocation.

Giving weapons to potential enemies?

Tsk tsk, you are indeed an ancient person, fastidious and decent!

Murphy picked up the black staff sword in his hand. It was quite heavy, but the balance was perfect according to the standards of weapons. He held the hilt of the blood vulture while Tris watched.

He pressed the spring with his finger and pulled it gently. A cold light from the snow blade illuminated his eyes. The item identification was turned on and the information label popped up:

Name: Beastly Buried·Classic Wolfsbane Staff Sword

Quality: Seiko·[Only] Dominate

Traits: Extraordinary Swiftness, Extraordinary Sharpness, Extremely Effective Cleave, Extremely Effective Penetration, Wolf Plague

Special effect: After the weapon is formed, it is tempered with the wild disease unique to the Wolfsbane Clan. All lives damaged by the weapon will be contaminated with [Wolf Plague], causing the enemy's body to decay while destroying its spirit, and finally twisting it into [Blood] Ghoul].

This effect is considered a [disease] and is difficult to dispel.

Usage requirements: This item is a heterogeneous psychic weapon that requires mastering specific skills to use it perfectly. It requires dexterity ≥ 20 and thinking ≥ 17.

Producer: [Lord Wolfsbane] Edward Spencer Gangaro

Item Description:

[The sword I used when I was young was called 'Gray Claw'. I named Korando's faction after this sword. Now that Korando is dead, what this sword represents has dissipated under midnight, even itself. There is no collection value anymore.

I reshaped it into its present form and gave it to the Destroyer of Korandor as a token of my blessing to the victors.

Young descendants, congratulations on adding another stroke to the ancient hatred with your own hands. Turning the wheel of hatred makes each other's eyes filled with coldness. And you and I both know that hatred will eventually end, just like every debt must be paid off.

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Edward Spencer Gangero. 】

"He is an ancient man who is more than a thousand years old, and he has issued a challenge to a junior who is one and a half years old. And I feel that he seems to be very proud of having found his 'opponent'."

Murphy held the sword in his hand and turned back to Tris:

"This old guy is really undignified, isn't he?"