336: 118.
Why did you give me a yellow dress?
You are making a fool of me!【58/60】_1 336: 118.
Why did you give me a yellow dress?
You are making a fool of me!【58/60】_1 Maxim was always extremely vigorous in taking action.
Especially when he received orders from Murphy, this loyal servant would always complete his master’s commands at the fastest speed possible.
This time was no different.
Even though it was only the night before when Murphy instructed Lady Adel to notify Maxim to lead the people of Cardman into the collapsed Blood Eagle Corridor to excavate the buried treasure vault, by dusk the following day, a fully armed soldier hurriedly reported the project’s progress to Murphy.
They had already unearthed one corner of the treasure vault.
This astonished Murphy.
Was the progress really this fast?
In his memory, the complete collapse of the Sacred Blood Hall led to the total ruin of the structures deep in the corridor.
Theoretically, it shouldn’t have been easy to unearth the treasure vault hidden in the depths since it wasn’t easily accessible.
Murphy had expected that it would see the light of day again within three days, and that would be a victory.
However, after personally inspecting the collapsed Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy had a clear understanding of the situation.
The damage to the Blood Eagle Corridor wasn’t as severe as he had imagined.
Particularly the area towards the middle of the corridor was pinned down by the fallen ceiling, but the original underground cave of the Blood Eagle Corridor, apart from having a large hole dug towards the surface by the spiritual energy from the bursting Sacred Blood pool and already collapsed, its structure was still incredibly solid.
Maxim and his soldiers easily reentered the Blood Eagle Corridor through the original secret tunnel that Murphy and the old knight Finoc once took.
Excavating the treasure vault was even more straightforward.
In order to protect the Blood Vulture Clan’s wealth and treasures, over the span of 400 years, the vampires accumulated and crazily covered the outside of the treasury with a thick golden protective layer using a large amount of ironde.
It was this sturdy object that had protected everything in the treasury when the corridor collapsed.
It was turned upside down and crushed under the debris in an odd manner, but it was in one piece.
“Sir!
Mission accomplished!
The treasure vault has been dug up.
Also, our people have discovered the Clan Leader’s personal weapon storage and a large weapon storage filled with equipment of Blood Servants below the corridor.
They are currently being cleaned up and it might take a few days before they can be reopened.
But you don’t have to worry about the weaponry and supplies for the upcoming events.”
Maxim, whose arm was still in a sling, saluted Murphy with his left hand.
Behind him was the discovered treasure vault.
Its spiritual-energy-sealed door was partially open, and Murphy nodded, taking out the miser’s treasury seal and stamping it onto the door.
With a clear clicking sound, the treasury door opened outwardly.
“Come in.”
Murphy said to his devoted servant.
Once the two entered, what appeared before their eyes was a scene of absolute opulence.
Rectangular blocks of gold that filled and covered most of the treasury had scattered all over the floor due to the violent tremors.
The Bosia gold coins that were stored in boxes were now spread out like a waterfall.
Various valuable treasures and art pieces collected by the family also adorned it.
It was as if it was the reality version of a dragon’s super treasure storeroom from legends that has gone through the wash of time.
It was certainly enough to buy the entire region of Transylvania with this wealth alone.
So, these vampires were hamsters, right?
How did they manage to accumulate so much money over 400 years?
This horrifying sight of wealth in front of him made Maxim’s breath stop for a moment, but he quickly sobered up, these treasures belong to Sir Murphy and no one else was allowed to touch!
“If the Blood Vulture Clan’s 400 years of accumulation is nothing more than this wealth, I would be extremely, extremely disappointed.”
Murphy knew that, at his position now, simple wealth was of little value, so he didn’t feel much about it.
While stepping on the scattered gold coins on the ground with his boots, he bent down and picked up several small spiritual energy boxes from the pile.
Not that he has become content with simpler pleasures of life to the point of being able to resist the lure of wealth, but as the current Lord, Murphy had to consider things one layer deeper.
The Ten-year War destroyed Transylvania’s already undeveloped agriculture.
Cardman City, which had implemented a ration system towards the end of the war, was essentially facing a dual crisis of economy and food.
This large amount of money was indeed eye-catching right now, but thinking about the never enough food and resources he needed to prepare for his territory, Murphy’s head would pound.
What’s worse, it was October now, the cooler temperature signaled the arrival of fall.
The merciless winter would follow!
The most profound memory for Murphy was the image of him being carried back to the courtyard by Cui Si, nearly dead from hunger and cold during a snowy night in Cardman City.
This meant that it would snow in Transylvania during winter and it could freeze people to death.
And the upcoming war prisoners and refugees!
Human resources might be precious, but if he just brought them back without caring for their survival, it’d be too ruthless.
His goal was to have at least 2000 players under him in six months.
Based on a 1% yield from the territory, this meant that he had to govern a region with at least 200,000 citizens.
For all these people, just the long-term food demand would not be satisfied by this sum of gold.
Therefore, all this golden stuff meant nothing to Murphy!
During extreme hunger, a piece of gold isn’t even worth a piece of bread.
And if the price of a piece of bread rose to 500,000 marks, Murphy knew very well what would happen.