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Chapter 1564 - 525. Lord Qin, do you want a close male friend? - [Monthly Ticket Additional Release 7/10]_3

Chapter 1564: 525. Lord Qin, do you want a close male friend? - [Monthly Ticket Additional Release 7/10]_3

"Uh, apologies."

Milian immediately apologized and explained:

"I know staring at you like this is disrespectful, but I’m just curious—how can you produce such clear sound when you don’t even have vocal cords?"

"I am a Necromancer. I use the power of death."

Rotem let out a strange laugh and said:

"Before I fell in the swamp, I was Hero King Boris’s most valued Psychic.

Of course, the Psychic Spells of our era were still crude and rudimentary, incomparable to the sophisticated spells of your time. However, the bit of spiritual energy manipulation left in me after my resurrection makes it effortless to simulate my voice."

"You were the Hero King’s brother-in-law, and Lady Shani is the Hero King’s youngest daughter. So, does that mean the current Thorns Duke should call you ’uncle’?"

Murphy, intrigued by Rotem’s familial ties, said with an odd expression:

"Could it be that you’ve held Shani when she was little?"

"Not at all."

The original General Winter Wolf shrugged in a rather human gesture and said:

"My relationship with young Shani was always strained. She was an independent child, and before I perished, she barely interacted with her uncle, likely because she once wanted to learn spiritual energy and I refused to teach her.

But you must understand, in my era, learning spiritual energy was a very dangerous endeavor.

This family chit-chat is enough for pleasantries.

Governor and Sir Governor-General, let’s get to the point. What is it you wish to discuss with me? Please pardon the impatience of a restless undead, but being resurrected inexplicably and forced into years of service for the Wolf People has left me utterly disgusted with this era.

I wish for rest.

If possible, don’t let others know I lingered in this world—it would only add needless trouble for them."

"But you must be aware of your unique position, especially after Sir Bella briefed you on Transylvania’s current situation. You should understand that we cannot afford to overlook the diplomatic value you can provide us."

Murphy spread his hands openly and spoke frankly:

"Your great-grandson currently commands an elite unit of the Winter Wolf Army stationed at Klim Fortress. If the two nations were to fall into conflict, they could easily strike my territory from the south, and I would have little effective response.

Let alone among these unfortunate resurrected ones, you hold the highest prestige. For me to command them necessitates your cooperation."

"But you previously promised we wouldn’t have to serve you!"

The original General Winter Wolf murmured in a low voice:

"This only proves you’re nothing but a double-dealing scoundrel. Besides, if my great-grandson were truly a member of the Baldwin family and not some orphan picked up off the street, no matter my presence before him, I could never interfere with his strategic decisions.

Taking me hostage would only cause my great-grandson to infuse personal grievances into his decisions.

Honestly, that’s not a wise approach."

"But I haven’t taken you hostage."

Murphy countered:

"If I truly intended that, your skull would already be sitting atop General Baldwin’s desk today. Sir Rotem, I hope for your assistance, not to wage war, and certainly not to counter your great-grandson.

My intent is to eliminate unnecessary concerns during the Black Disaster so that I can focus my resources against the Wolf People, without risking betrayal from an ally.

What unsettles me most is the Nord people’s inherent aggression and insatiable hunger for land. I am certain that if Transylvania shows any signs of weakness, if our losses in the Black Disaster become too great, we’ll fall victim to a shameless sneak attack akin to the raid on the Kavkhoka Plains.

Put simply, I hope you can act as Transylvania’s envoy, go to your great-grandson, and have a man-to-man conversation. Be my messenger, conveying my thoughts to him.

I am not afraid to fight against the Winter Wolf Army, but if it happens during the Black Disaster, I hope General Baldwin can discern the primary enemy from the secondary one."

"That’s not something he can decide!"

Rotem raised his voice and said:

"Military men are not the architects of war; we are executors, the fists of politics and the extension of power struggles. The person you truly ought to seek out is Lupa."

"You think I haven’t already tried?"

Murphy retorted sarcastically:

"Lupa’s brother is here with me, and he’s promised me that her Majesty the Wolf Queen has no immediate plans for further ’territorial expansion.’

However, you and I both know that the oversized military aristocrats of the Nordtof Kingdom have been a thorny problem since the Hero King’s era. The successive kings of the Rurik Kingdom who ascended after usurping the throne have refrained from reorganizing the army to stabilize royal authority, allowing this cancer to worsen.

Lupa is too young. She’s not the solid King Louis. Even with all her cunning, she cannot fully control the arrogant marshals and generals under her command. This is why her military reforms remain stagnant.

And this is precisely my biggest concern.

All it takes is one independent action under the banner of ’victory,’ a few generals colluding, and war will reignite.

If they attack Transylvania and achieve success, the public won’t blame them. Once these generals taste more rewards, Lupa’s suppression will become mere parchment.

Lady Shani submitted a report to me.

She discreetly reminded me to be vigilant about such risks. Certain Nord figures wielding military power have long been dissatisfied with Nordtof only obtaining the Kavkhoka region after the ten-year war.

They are greedy fools and wild dogs!

I trust that General Baldwin, loyal to Lupa, does not belong to their ranks, but I must obtain his written assurance.

You are the ideal envoy.

You fell during the Black Disaster, you are a hero of the old era, and you understand better than anyone what trouble lies ahead. If, when the Black Disaster strikes, Klim Fortress opts for perfunctory efforts, it will turn Transylvania’s war into a mess that drags everyone in."

"Very well."

Realizing Murphy’s sincerity, the original General Winter Wolf nodded without much hesitation and said:

"I am willing to be your envoy, but I need a more dignified ’body.’ My remains have decayed; I don’t want to frighten my great-grandson."

"Understood."

Murphy nodded and then said:

"Regarding the undead under your command, I indeed do not need them to serve in my wars. However, there is one thing they can assist with—my warriors include users of death magic, who yearn to learn more about the mysteries of death and to acquire stronger undead companions.

Skeletons no longer suffice for them.

I hope that when my warriors recruit Necromancers and Netherworld Knights, you won’t obstruct their efforts."

"They trust me..."

Necromancer Baldwin rasped:

"I cannot betray the siblings who endured hardships with me! Don’t even think about it."

"No, no, no—my warriors will persuade them. There will absolutely be no coercion. Any contract with advanced undead will be built upon mutual respect."

Murphy stood up, produced a Calculating Pearl, and said to Necromancer Baldwin:

"Next, my Governor will brief you on the notable traits of Transylvania’s warrior groups, concerning the ’reputation system.’ As long as you don’t demand passive resistance, I am confident my warriors will offer a sincerity that even you will find stunning in their pursuit of Necromancers and Netherworld Knights as companions."

"Heh, I know all too well how stubborn the undead are. I can’t wait to see your so-called ’otherworldly devils’ crashing and bleeding against us."

The Necromancer chuckled before asking:

"However, since you plan to let your otherworldly devils become our partners, I have a small ’request.’"

"Please, speak."

"The warrior who defeated me that day with a dozen rookies—I saw traces of war on him. He’s entirely different from the other warriors under your command. I want to have a conversation with him."

"Uh... Alright, if you need, I can appoint him and his team to escort you to Klim Fortress. You can try to become friends on the journey."

"Perfect. Then I’ll leave the arrangements to you."