Chapter 120:

【Miracle Artifact – Origin Blood Effect Confirmed!

The blood pact connection with the individual Tracy Cavendina Chia Lorraine Lessenbra is about to disappear.

Countdown 3, 2, 1】

As the flickering Note appeared on the character card in front of Murphy, the Note that had already appeared when he drank the origin blood in the Sacred Blood Pool was finally confirmed.

Murphy stood in the secret treasury, looking at Tris in front of him.

At this moment, he felt uneasy in his heart.

He did not know what Tris’s image in his heart would become after losing the blood pact connection.

Frankly, this was not part of his plan.

But seeing Tris’s determined expression, he knew that if he did not take this step, Tris would never ascend to the throne of the Blood Vulture Grand Duke.

He could never refuse any request from Tris.

Although he had realized long ago that this was actually a huge hidden danger.

“Hmmm”

The faint tremor on the spiritual plane affected reality, causing Murphy and Tris to simultaneously reach out and cover their chests, as if the pain of a piercing blade had appeared, and then subsided in the next moment. It was as if something had been taken away from their bodies, but it also seemed as if nothing had been destroyed.

When Murphy opened his eyes again, Tris was still the Tris he remembered, but it was as if a layer of gauze had been suddenly removed from her.

The blurred perfection seemed to have been pushed back into reality.

This allowed Murphy to confirm that his past self had indeed been influenced by the overbearing effect of the pact connection. In his eyes, Tris was still alluringly attractive, stirring his heartstrings, but that almost uncontrollable longing and infatuation had now returned to calmness in an instant.

Just like a normal man who would subconsciously pay attention to his demeanor when facing a seductive lady.

Murphy did the same.

For the first time.

He very naturally and almost completely restrained his emotions in front of Tris, just as he did in front of others.

The elegant and gentle expression, frozen like an emoji, still existed on his handsome face.

But it was as if a mask was wedged between him and Tris, and for the first time, he clearly noticed the scar on Tris’s neck that extended down into her bodice, and for the first time, that scar, like a centipede, appeared somewhat horrifying to Murphy.

The Tris sitting in the chair in front of him was like a walking poison, making one unable to help but gaze at her while also tasting the hidden danger she embodied.

At this moment, Murphy finally understood why the little players on the forum all called Tris a “witch.”

That word really vividly described Tris’s unique aura, oscillating between extreme seduction and subtle danger as a peculiar individual. After the “cognitive filter” was removed, Murphy’s thoughts flickered, and he began to reconsider Tris’s meaning in his life.

Tris keenly noticed this change in his gaze.

The crimson witch let her guard down.

She knew that her blood pact with Murphy had been completely erased.

“You still need some time to readjust to this calm return. There’s no need to rush to say anything, go out first, I need some time to prepare.”

Tris nodded and said a sentence to Murphy, whose mind was unsettled at the moment.

He hesitated for a moment, bowed, and then turned to leave. As the secret treasury door closed behind him, Tris, sitting in the chair, let out a long sigh.

She did not know if her request of Murphy was cruel, but she knew it was necessary and right.

If she allowed this child to continue developing, perhaps in a few months, he would become a loyal dog at her feet, only obeying her orders. In fact, Murphy had already shown this tendency and was expressing it in a rather crazy way.

After all, which marginal person of a vampire clan would go so far as to plan the assassination of the Patriarch and a regime change, just because an elder was harmed over a hundred years ago?

Not only did Murphy plan this!

He even successfully completed it in an almost impossible manner and viewed it as a duty he must naturally undertake.

This kid was much crazier than she was in her youth!

Tris had never seen the influence of a blood pact go this deep before. Perhaps it was because Murphy himself was an extremely sensitive person on the spiritual plane?

“Even in vampire society, certain taboos still exist.”

Tris stroked her braid and softly repeated this warning the Noble Lady had given her before.

She shook her head and cast it aside.

Now she had given Murphy and herself freedom, and let fate drive all future developments.

The crimson witch stood up.

She drank the Origin Blood, completely severing the last influence of her blood pact with Salrokdar.

After feeling the liberation of her soul, she crushed the Grand Duke’s Heart with her five fingers, allowing the concentrated crimson radiance to transform into a storm of power, enveloping her.

With each breath, Salrokdar’s fresh blood essence fused into her weak and haggard body.

A golden-tier fresh blood essence was, of course, insufficient for Tris to recover to her prime, mainly because Salrokdar’s power was inherently that of a Midnight Sword Saint, while Tris was a Spirit Sovereign, and their powers were not entirely compatible.

Not only would they be mocked by other Patriarchs, but they would also cause their clansmen unnecessary worries, which could transform into more dangerous actions.

Although tonight’s events were sudden, fortunately the Blood Vulture Clan currently only has a few members, making it easy to arrange. Tris’s eyes flickered, she tightened her grip on the scepter in her hand, and said:

“Revnor Murphy Lessenbra, step forward!”

Under everyone’s gaze, in this dilapidated Blood Vulture corridor, Murphy stepped forward and half-knelt before Tris at her gestured indication.

Tris lightly tapped Murphy’s shoulders with the Nocturne scepter in her hand, as in a knighting ceremony, and said:

“For your contributions to the clan in the Kadman City incident and the subjugation of the fallen Salrokdar, as well as your efforts in breaking through the sub-space rift to prevent the entire Transia from falling into crisis, I, Tracy Cavendina Chia Lorraine Lessenbra, in the name of the Blood Vulture Grand Duchess, with the authority of the Blood Vulture Clan’s 400-year rule over Transia, grant you the title and power of ‘Count of Kadman’.

Now that the clan has fallen into ruin and awaits revival, I hope you can lead your people in rebuilding the order of Kadman City and Transia.”

“I am grateful for your bestowal, my lady.”

Murphy responded softly.

As Tris’s scepter withdrew, a Note popped up on his character card:

【Special Title ‘Count of Kadman’ Obtained! This title, granted by the Blood Vulture Grand Duchess, gives you legitimate dominion over the County of Kadman and surrounding areas.

Blood Vulture Clan faction renown reached Revered!

Renown Achievement 【Rising Fame】 unlocked, Renown Achievement 【Far-Reaching Fame】 completed 1/5.

Territory Achievement 【Lawful Lord】 unlocked!

Please develop the scale and quality of your territory as soon as possible to unlock higher achievements in this series.

Title function enabled, current wearable titles: 2.

Current titles: ‘Kingslayer’, ‘Count of Kadman’.

Rare title ‘Kingslayer’ effect: When wearing this title, there is a low chance to inflict the 【Intimidation】 effect on enemies. This effect’s trigger rate will increase as your strength grows.

Special title ‘Count of Kadman’ effect: When wearing this title, you can change laws, regulations, and implement planned development within your territory according to your planning. Popularity increases among residents within the territory!

Wear titles yes/no?】

“Confirm.”

Murphy equipped the two titles, then retreated back into the crowd.

Tris’s speech was not yet finished. Under Murphy’s gaze, the Blood Vulture Grand Duchess raised her slender neck and called out again:

“Femis Cecilia Lessenbra, step forward!”

The Noble Lady took a deep breath, stepped forward and half-knelt before her Grand Duchess like Murphy. Tris tapped her staff on Femis’s shoulders as before.

She glanced at Palanno the Knight Lord and said solemnly:

“For your contributions to the clan in subjugating the fallen Salrokdar, as well as your great sacrifice, and your efforts in breaking through the sub-space rift to prevent the situation from worsening, I, Tracy Cavendina Chia Lorraine Lessenbra, in the name of the Blood Vulture Grand Duchess, with the authority of the Blood Vulture Clan’s 400-year rule over Transia, grant you the title and power of ‘Countess of Anderma’.

You shall represent the Blood Vulture Clan in an audience with Lord Payne Vernon Cappadocia. I hope you do not tarnish the ancient glory of the Blood Vulture Clan and win glory for us before the Lord.”

Femis’s eyes went wide, and the observing Palanno the Knight Lord was also slightly surprised.

Both knew the implication of Tris’s action.

This was the Blood Vulture Grand Duchess officially conferring a position of power to Femis within the clan. It also meant that Femis, this “remnant of the old regime,” was now under Tris’s protection.

With this, if Lord Payne intended to do something bad to Femis, it would mean the Blood Pact Knights and the Blood Vulture Clan would be completely at odds, possibly even triggering an inter-clan war.

This move was Tris shamelessly begging the Lord for leniency on Femis’s behalf, essentially providing her insurance. Even if Femis’s true identity was discovered, the situation would not immediately spiral into an irrevocable dead end.

Such an action could not be called insignificant, and Femis bit her lip.

She glanced at Tris, struggling to suppress the turbulence of emotions within.

She responded in a hoarse voice:

“As you command, my lady! I will not disgrace the Blood Vulture pride.”

“You two can grant titles to your subordinates yourselves. I’m tired.”

Tris withdrew her scepter, nodded elegantly to the observing crowd, and said:

“The Blood Vulture Clan has now fallen into such a sorry state that luxurious ceremonies and solemn proclamations are unnecessary. Please inform Lord Payne, Palanno the Knight Lord. Once the clan’s situation improves, I will personally visit the Knight headquarters to call on Lord Payne.”

“As it should be.”

Palanno the Knight Lord bowed elegantly in farewell, and the others also left one by one.

“Count Murphy, please wait a moment. I have something to tell you.”

Tris held Murphy back in the darkness, but not because of the sudden change in their relationship, but rather for real business.

In the darkness, the Blood Vulture Grand Duchess looked at Murphy and said sternly:

“About the Origin Blood, how much more do you still have hidden?”