My Players Are So Fierce

This made Murphy even more curious.

He carefully used the shadow techniques of the Thorn Clan to sneak into the shadows, and after dropping down, he expanded his senses to eavesdrop.

However, the undead were very silent and generally not the talkative type, so Murphy didn’t hear anything.

However, a few minutes later, with the vibration of the ground, the “main character” finally appeared.

“Hey, everyone, you’re so punctual today!

Thanks for your help, but we have a tight schedule tonight.

Thirteen angry spirit rituals in Westerburg have already been destroyed seven times, and the remaining eight need to be handled within the next week!

Only by destroying these bad things that are still affecting the undead’s emotions can I begin to adjust the seriously imbalanced Netherworld Will of this city.”

The voice of “Mummy Lady Nefertari” accompanied by the sound of the Three-headed Dog’s stomping on the ground echoed in the night.

The guy was riding on the middle head of her puppy, just like a Street Cleaning Tiger on patrol.

Everywhere she went, all the Wandering Undead fearfully avoided her, while those Necromancers holding their self-life boxes and Netherworld Knights could only barely withstand the judgmental aura of the Three-headed Dog.

They were very well-behaved in front of Nefertari and politely saluted her.

But that abnormal mind of the Mummy Girl certainly wasn’t using “personal charisma” to conquer these guys who had been enslaved by the Wolf People.

The only explanation was that these Necromancers and Knights were showing respect to Nefertari’s official status or some formal recognition.

Seeing this, Murphy roughly understood.

These cunning Necromancers and Knights somehow found out that the Mummy Lady was dealing with issues in Westerburg, so they proactively came to flatter and help, aiming to latch onto the Mummy Lady’s golden thigh, thereby moving from being wild undead to joining the Death Moon’s formal setup, becoming true walkers of the Death Moon.

Oh dear, it seems that even in another world, setups are truly appealing.

“Get moving, get moving, folks!

You’ve learned from me how to handle the angry spirit rituals over the past few days.

If you do well today, I will impart more knowledge of the Death Moon to you.”

Nefertari spread her arms open and painted a vision:

“Just as I promised at the beginning, I will teach you how to polish and strengthen your life boxes, allowing you to grow from your current weak state into true Necromancers of the Death Moon and Black Knights of the Netherworld!

Get moving!

I am very generous, I assure you, once your lord sorts out those crazy twilight fools, and once Westerburg becomes a Holy Land of Death, I promise each of you can join the Netherworld Army and become the nobles of the afterlife.”

Under her not-so-impressive incitement, the Necromancers and Netherworld Knights quickly sprang into action, each receiving a strange wand from Nefertari and dispersing across the city to begin tonight’s labor.

As for Nefertari herself, she stood pridefully on the middle head of the Three-headed Dog, constantly marveling at how she was simply a genius Commander.

“Hey, you know, what you’re doing is deceit, right?”

Murphy’s voice emerged from the shadows a few seconds later, startling the Mummy Girl, with the Vampire Governor ignoring the Three-headed Dog’s threatening growls.

He stood there and said to Nefertari:

“I bet you don’t have the authority to freely recruit wild undead to join the Death Moon Sect, especially since these guys have ‘background issues.’ They are the dead awakened by the necromancers of the Wolf People, which in the eyes of you righteous walkers is simply an act of blasphemy.

Either you’re deceiving my subjects, or you’re planning to break away from the Death Moon and establish your own secret sect.

Oh, dear Nefertari, tell me, which of my guesses should I believe?”

“Nonsense!

I’m not deceiving them!”

The Mummy Girl cunningly retorted immediately:

“I never said I could introduce them to join the Death Moon Society, but as a Mummy Priest and a reserve Death Chosen, having my own retinue is very normal.

They indeed don’t qualify to join the Moon Holy Cities, but becoming my private soldiers, it’s practically equivalent to being part of the establishment, isn’t it?

I’m telling you, Murphy, don’t underestimate me.

I am also a princess from an oasis, though my tribe is very small and unqualified to offer to the Kings of the Netherworld, but my family is the true pharaoh of an oasis!

My family name is engraved on the base of the Great Pyramid of Isus!

This shows that my ancestors were also among the sixty-six families who once visited the creator~”

“Oh, I see, please forgive my abruptness, my esteemed Princess Your Highness.”

Murphy made a bow and lengthened his voice to ask:

“But since you’ve begun recruiting a retinue locally, are you interested in serving as an honor elder for our ‘Transylvania ‘Moon Secret Teaching”?

This is an undead organization that respects death and craves the study of orthodox Netherworld knowledge, and is in urgent need of guidance from a revered true clergy like yourself.”

“Huh?”

Nefertari asked in surprise:

“Why didn’t I know you had such an organization in Transylvania?”

“Of course you didn’t know, it was just established two minutes ago.”

Murphy said earnestly:

“But my warriors do indeed have a tradition of studying death powers, you’ve met them earlier after all.

Since herding one sheep or two makes no difference, why not let you guide them in the use of death powers.

As I said before, I will pay with relics of the creator, would that be acceptable to you?”

“Wow!

Murphy, you’re really cunning.

If this were anywhere else, saying something like that would be considered blasphemous…but for some reason, the Netherworld Will has no issues with your blasphemy, it’s even urging me to agree to your request.

So…

Where are my apprentices?

A word of caution!

If they’re too dumb, I won’t take them!

No matter how many relics of the creator you give me, I will not teach dummies; it’s too exhausting.”