Summoning Total War - Chapter 28-1

Chapter 28: Murphy’s Attribute (Part 1)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Two weeks later.

The construction of the port had been completed, and the construction of the second-tier warship had also mostly been completed, in part due to the considerable amount of manpower he had invested into its construction. Murphy estimated that it wouldn’t be that much longer before a warship could set sail. As long as the warship could bring in enough trade revenue, Murphy believed it wouldn’t be long before this difficult transitionary period was behind them!

The more seriously wounded soldiers had been dismissed, and they would become patrols around the town. They would also be responsible for the joint training of recruits in the barracks.

Murphy had the army soldiers who were able to be cured by Holy Water undergo a reorganization. This time, Murphy discovered that the army’s attributes in the auxiliary system had greatly changed! For an experienced army in the game, even if there was only one person left after countless deaths, the army would still be the same experienced army after battle due to respawn. However, this wasn’t the case in reality, and it was only when Murphy reintegrated these post-war veterans into the army that new attributes were recognized and counted by the auxiliary system.

After two weeks of tweaking, the territory finally became official. It was only then that Murphy was able to relax and heave a sigh of relief.

Looking at the busy crowd around the port, Murphy couldn’t help but think back to something that had happened two weeks ago.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

It was now the second day after the war, and Murphy had agreed to Lady Elizabeth’s proposal to use the gnolls as goods for trading.

He had handed over the remaining number of wounded soldiers with injuries that weren’t very serious, about one hundred or so men, to Lazy Elizabeth, and had given her full authority to carry out the work she had proposed. Since she was the one who had suggested this, she was probably already familiar with the process. The town needed Murphy to personally be in town. Thus, Murphy could only choose to trust her with the issue of trading.

It wasn’t until that moment that Murphy realized he had severely underestimated this woman.

Murphy wasn’t a particularly merciful person.

The great battle that had happened the previous night had put the town in a very dangerous situation, even though a glorious victory had been achieved.

Their financial funds had been exhausted, and supplies were tight. Not to mention the relocation and the lack of population, etcetera!

These problems were fatal weaknesses in this extremely turbulent era!

Murphy seriously couldn’t afford to wait any longer.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

After he finished dealing with things in town, it was already evening.

Murphy ate a simple dinner of bread and water. And, because he had expended a large amount of energy during the day, he forced himself to eat a few pieces of meat from a stew that didn’t taste very good.

But after a great battle, there was no room for pickiness.

The wounded needed to be treated, and goods and resources needed to be moved. Before the houses were built, the accommodation of the residents needed to be planned. Although there had just been a great battle, it was no time or place for relaxation. Soldiers were scheduled to patrol, and careful arrangement of night sentries was also necessary.

Fortunately, General Hamilton’s father, Rio Darley Culis, was a very outstanding general, just like his son!

Although he didn’t have many talents in the way of finance.

But in regard to the military and maintaining discipline, as well as ensuring the territory’s laws were enforced, his talents were out of this world.

“No one is perfect. Just make the most out of what you have.”

In just over a month, Murphy felt that he had grown a lot. A lot.

Even though it was really tiring… really, very tiring…

It was also very fulfilling. At that moment, he felt like a real man!

Putting down the statistics on the goods and resources in his hand, Murphy suddenly felt the urge to smoke.

But in this era, there weren’t cigarettes. He could only rub his forehead in exhaustion and look to see if there was any wine in the room. Fortunately, he found some wine in a sealed jar, because the manufacturing process of glass hadn’t yet been developed.

Alcohol, whether it was from Middle Earth or Western Europe, had existed since the very early days. In the middle of the age of mythology, before the Shang Dynasty in China, wine was already very widely used in sacrificial rituals. That’s what it looked like around the Divine Farmer era. In the West, wine appeared about six thousand years ago, but its development took a long time, and it was slow to gain popularity. The first wines were mostly produced with wild grapes, and it wasn’t until the rise of Christianity that wine was gradually promoted to being the “blood of God.”

Half-lying on a simply made-up bed, Murphy took mouthful after mouthful of wine.

To Murphy, as a man who was influenced by the modern world, this wine, which was ten percent alcohol, didn’t really taste any different from a normal drink.

There were soft footsteps outside the room.

Murphy knew who was coming without even looking to see who it was. There was only one person who entered his room without informing him first, and that was the high priestess.

He continued to lay on the bed. The wound on his back prevented him from sleeping on his back, and he would have to carefully sleep on his stomach for at least the next week.

Although the use of Holy Water could make a wound heal quickly, the high priestess refused to let him use it. Since wounds of this magnitude could only be treated with magic for a period of time, there was no need to use the Holy Water at all. Moreover, Murphy, because he was the lord of the town and the heart of its people, needed to take better care of himself. It was better not to use things such as Holy Water at all.

A pair of warm little hands gently pressed against Murphy’s back. Her slender fingers deftly took off his clothes and loosened the bandage around his back.

Murphy groaned because of the pain.

The figure behind him became even more careful. She undid the bandage and applied a thin layer of powder on the wound. Afterward, the high priestess crossed her arms and started to softly chant an ancient prayer. She gathered the power of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, in her palm. Slithers of silver light began to flow around her, and the silver slowly became gold, which made her gentle face radiate with purity and nobility.

A pair of warm hands then pressed against Murphy’s wounds.

He felt a warm current nourish his body, as if it were restoring his vitality, and he felt a pleasant pleasure throughout his body.

The treatment soon ended.

The high priestess’s delicate forehead was covered with beads of sweat. She carefully examined Murphy’s wounds before turning around and leaving.

But just as she was about to turn around, Murphy did something that stunned her.

He turned around, opened his hands, and embraced the woman, who had a faint fragrance. He hugged her onto the bed and buried his whole face in her bosom.

The high priestess’s delicate body was stiff and motionless.

Murphy closed his eyes and further pressed his body into the high priestess’ bosom. Its softness made him feel very comfortable, just like a toy bear he used to hug when he was a child. But after a while, he evened his breathing.

Listening to Murphy’s even breathing, the high priestess finally realized that the worst thing she had expected to happen didn’t.

Looking at Murphy’s beautiful and handsome face, a hint of a blush appeared on the high priestess’s gentle face. She picked up a blanket and covered Murphy with it, then stroked his face with her right hand. She tried to break free from his embrace…

But she failed.

The more she struggled to break free, the harder Murphy hugged her against him.

In the end, after struggling a few times, the high priestess started to feel hot all over, as if ants were crawling across her skin. It was a strange sensation.

The high priestess let out a sigh.

She stopped struggling. She lay down with her clothes on and took a corner of the blanket in one hand and gently covered her body with it.

As if aware of this, Murphy loosened his embrace again. He pulled away from her pair of plump and thick breasts, and then gently rested his head on her smooth arms.

The high priestess bit her lip and couldn’t help but curse him in a low voice.

“Scumbag!”

The corner of Murphy’s mouth slightly curled upward, but his slight smile soon disappeared.

He really was tired.