My Players Are So Fierce

631: 216.

I know frugality is a virtue, but…- Additional updates from Alliance Hierarch, asking for monthly tickets!【15/15】_3

631: 216.

I know frugality is a virtue, but…- Additional updates from Alliance Hierarch, asking for monthly tickets!【15/15】_3

“Hmm, look at it, it’s all treasures!”

“That’s what you call professional!”

Murphy gave a thumbs up in admiration, then took out the Calculating Pearl and communicated Cui Si’s instructions to President Natalie, who was busy inside the house.

Outside the house, he could clearly see Natalie’s shock and helplessness, but the diligent lady president of the Adventurer Guild did not argue, simply sighed in exhaustion, picked up a pair of full-cover gauntlets and a bone knife made of holy oak.

Clearly, she intended to satisfy her Lord’s “waste not, want not” request.

“Then there’s the second matter.”

Murphy handed over the box containing Ghoul materials to Maxim, who cradled it in his arms.

He stood guard there, listening in on Murphy’s description of Cui Si.

Looking at the green-filled room where the final purifying was taking place, the Vampire Lord whispered to Cui Si:

“Mother Mary Ann just told me, they have identified the ‘original form’ of this Ghoul Overlord, who was a dwarf, a Frost Dwarf.

Unfortunately, the power of Hades has eroded him too severely that his original identity can’t be determined.”

“What?

A Frost Dwarf?”

Now Cui Si was genuinely shocked.

As the widely traveled Scarlet Witch, she immediately understood the strangeness of this matter and said with furrowed brows:

“No matter the Dwarven clan; even the Sinful Dwarfs, the ‘Exiles’ cast out for great crimes and unrecognized by the three tribes, they strictly adhere to the teachings of Mother Gaia.

Regardless of status and position, after a dwarf dies, they are given to the flame, then their ashes are buried in the Funeral Temple below the earth.

In theory, unless an irreversible accident occurs, it is very difficult to find a complete Dwarven corpse in the material world.

You couldn’t possibly imagine the dwarves’ adherence to tradition.

They’ve paid the hefty price of two hundred deaths just to reclaim a warrior’s body, I had witnessed it during my travels across the continent.”

To be able to become the material for a Ghoul Overlord, he would have to be a Gold Stage power holder in life.

Even within the Dwarven community there aren’t many such beings.

“I haven’t heard of any strong Dwarf dying unjustly in the past decade or so.

Even their corpse was stolen…”

“What about counting back further?”

Murphy asked:

“Maybe they’ve obtained this corpse as a material decades or even hundreds of years ago?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, do you think the casting of Necromancy Skills just requires any corpse?

Those heretics or orthodox Death Masters strive for the peculiar ‘aura’ that a body retains when it crosses over from life to death.

Especially these high-ranking Necromancy Skills are more strict in choosing their subjects.”

Cui Si corrected:

“Among the universally recognized Death Psychic Power scholars, the Moon Priests of the Sanghai People would even start conducting complex rituals before the subject’s death to make their transition to death ‘complete’, in order to obtain more perfect casting materials.

That was a Plague Ghoul Overlord!

Those upper necromancers are rare even in the Hades plane.

You couldn’t imagine the favorable conditions needed to cultivate something like that in the material world.

The Dwarf must not have been dead for more than five years!

He absolutely couldn’t have!

And if Witch Hunters had already confirmed he was a Frost Dwarf, then maybe we can investigate in Frost Fort in the wilderness through Shani’s channels.”

Cui Si looked at Murphy and said:

“Of course, I’m just making a suggestion.

It’s impossible to get Shani to help you without paying a price, so it depends on how much you desire this ‘truth’.

However, my advice is, let it be, little Mo Fei.

Dealing with the Dwarves is not enjoyable, and this involves the dangerous ‘Dusk’.

You’ll have to tell Shani some things if you want her to help, but you can’t confirm if the Thorn Clan is ‘safe’.

This will greatly increase our current risk.

We can keep this urn of ash and wait for the right time to send more reliable people to return it far in the wilderness, but for now, your curiosity needs to be suppressed a bit.”

“So there’s no other way to find out any clue?”

Murphy was still fairly unwilling to let it go:

“For example, some kind of Psychic Spells that can extract a dead person’s memories?

At least that way we can confirm the identity of this ‘Dwarf victim, Mr.

X’.”

“Oh, so that’s why you called me over.

I thought you just wanted to see me.

Tsk, men.”

Quite annoyed, Cui Si huffed and shook her head:

“Such a spell exists, but I don’t know it.

My understanding of Death Spells is not enough to release such high-level ‘Summoning skill’.

Maybe you could find a proper Moon Priest to do it, I think they’re probably the only ones in the world who can.

But those death servants of the Song Sea Empire never leave their Origin Land.

So, let’s talk about it when the opportunity arises.”

“Hmm, we’ve got another secret to keep.

I have a feeling, once Mr.

X’s identity is revealed, it will cause another bloody storm.”

Murphy sighed:

“Ah, why are things always such a mess in Transylvania?”