People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 289 Conflict, Betrayal, and Loyalty

In the small room, the atmosphere became tense due to the confrontation between Murphy and Bigler.

Beegler's breathing became a little rapid, and his teeth were chattering:

"Do you know how many people died in the explosion last night?"

"Then do you know how many people Qi Yan saved last night?" Murphy asked back.

"You fucking farted!"

Begler broke down on the spot and cursed: “He was following that kid named Bai Ke last night, and when he encountered a refugee who was nervous and tried to speak badly to Bai Ke, he kicked him away.

The number of refugees he kicked to death was twice as many as the number of refugees he saved!"

Murphy's anger also rose up, he stood up suddenly, pointed at Bigler's nose and cursed:

"Are you talking human language?

Bai Ke went to rescue people, and those bastards were still hurling insults at me. It was only because I wasn't there, otherwise I would have stuffed them back into the ruins and covered them with dirt myself!"

Bigler was scolded by Murphy, his expression became dull, and he was at a loss.

He wanted to curse back.

But Murphy's scolding was justified and he couldn't say a word.

"Okay, stop arguing."

"Calm down, both of you. Begler, please sit down first. Murphy, as our companion, will never betray us."

"Murphy, don't get angry. After all, it was Sunset District that was bombed last night. Begler is from Sunset District. It's understandable that he feels upset."

The other cloaked men quickly stood up to comfort the two men, and finally got them to sit back in their chairs.

Seeing that the situation had temporarily stabilized, one of the cloaked men coughed lightly and officially opened the topic:

"Qi Yan was fighting with someone last night. There was quite a lot of noise. Someone came down from above."

Murphy and others looked over immediately.

Under the gaze of several people, the cloaked man continued:

"According to reliable information, a very important person died last night. This matter even alarmed... the Elector."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into dead silence.

Murphy subconsciously slowed down his breathing and clenched his fists under his cloak unconsciously.

Many doubts came to his mind. After thinking for a moment, he ventured to ask:

"Weren't the people who fought with Qi Yan last night the remnants of the Witch King?"

"Yes."

Clean and concise words reveal a lot of intriguing information.

Murphy's eyes narrowed slightly under his cloak.

The Elector, the true master of Leitania.

It was they who nominated the Witch King to the throne, and it was they who supported the Twin Queens to overthrow the Witch King's rule.

But at this time, the remnants of the Witch King were implicated with the Elector. It can even be said that the person in power behind the remnants of the Witch King was the Elector.

The people present were not fools. They immediately realized that the situation was developing in a direction they had not expected.

"Murphy, you have been following Qi Yan recently and have come into contact with the bloodline of the Witch King. Have you discovered anything?"

Suddenly a cloaked man asked.

Murphy's face was calm, and the first thing that flashed through his mind was the news that Qi Yan had mentioned before, that the Witch King's consciousness still remained in the world.

"...Not yet." Murphy shook his head and said, "From the current signs, Qi Yan is really only here for the two owners of the Voice of the World."

This news made the cloaked men feel hard to tell whether they were discouraged or relieved.

Another person spoke up, "We can't figure out what the higher-ups are thinking, and we don't need to think about it. We just need to do our job honestly.

Bigler, Murphy, both of you have been in a state of emotional upheaval recently. I hope you can adjust yourselves as soon as possible."

Murphy hummed in response.

But Bigler lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head:

“There is one more thing that needs to be discussed. According to my information, Gertrude is also a participant in this incident. I don’t think we should continue to let her go free.

This woman's behavior is a bit crazy. After Qi Yan's arrival, she seems to have become fearless. She is no longer hiding her research on the Sound of the World and has even started to capture ordinary people for live experiments. "

"She probably just doesn't want to live anymore," Murphy replied.

The others immediately fixed their eyes on Murphy.

Murphy shrugged and said slowly:

“There is no doubt that the big shot mentioned earlier was killed by Qi Yan.

Gertrude had come into contact with Qi Yan and knew his methods, but even so she still acted as a two-faced person, helping Qi Yan with plans for the Voice of the World, while helping the remnants of the Witch King behind her to deal with Qi Yan.

In my opinion, she knew that she was playing with fire, but she still did it. She just wanted to make the situation chaotic, and it would be best if the big mushrooms from last night were planted all over the city, so that everyone would be buried with her. "

"In that case, we should hurry up and catch this crazy woman." Bigler said angrily.

"Don't worry, Gertrude was involved in what happened last night, but Qi Yan didn't kill her." Murphy raised a finger and shook it gently, "This shows that Qi Yan still has some use for her. We can't ruin Qi Yan's gaming experience at will, otherwise we'll have to make up for it ourselves."

The other cloaked men did not express any opinion after listening to Murphy's analysis, but Bigler could not control his anger.

He stared at Murphy, not hiding his malice, and speculated:

"Now you open your mouth and say Qi Yan, and close your mouth and say Qi Yan. Everything you do is to serve Qi Yan. I think you just said your true thoughts in a joking way!"

The other cloaked men frowned immediately.

They didn't want the conflict that had just been resolved to break out again, but Begler's words made them feel uneasy.

Just as a group of people were thinking about it, Murphy slowly stood up and put one hand on the edge of the table.

Then, in front of the confused eyes of those people, Murphy suddenly attacked, lifted up the table and smashed it on Bigler's head.

This happened too suddenly. Begler had no time to dodge and could only raise his arms to resist.

The wooden table broke into several pieces. Bigler groaned and staggered back several steps before he could steady himself.

Before he could speak, Murphy's cold voice came first:

"I am the voice of the Queen. I am only loyal to Her Majesty the Queen. You can scold me, insult me, and even punch me to the ground and make me bark like a dog. I will not hate you.

But you must not question my loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen. I can tell you clearly that I am always willing to sacrifice everything for Her Majesty the Queen, including my life."

After saying that, Murphy glanced at the others, his eyes were cold, like a venomous snake ready to attack at any time:

"Listen carefully. As companions, it's okay for us to joke around in private, but if anyone dares to question my loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen...then be prepared to fight me to the death."

No one in the room dared to speak at this time, including Begler, whose face turned ashen as he tried to suppress his anger.

Seeing this, Murphy snorted, turned around, opened the door and left.

Walking in a remote alley, Murphy raised his hand and pulled off his cloak, then walked quickly through the city with a gloomy face.

He was angry just now because his loyalty was questioned, but deep down, he couldn't deceive himself.

He was actually a little angry and embarrassed because the truth was revealed.

Because he concealed a very important piece of information.

News about Chalk and the Witch-King.

Immersed in his own thoughts, Murphy had unknowingly returned to the manor, walked into the villa, and threw himself directly on the sofa.

"Murphy Kanter, what on earth are you doing..."

Murphy sighed and suddenly felt very tired. The exhaustion surged over him like a tide and dragged him into a dream.

He had a very torturous sleep. He dreamed about his childhood, the people he hated the most, and the lives he had killed directly or indirectly that were haunting him...

In a trance, Murphy heard a gentle singing.

The boy's voice was gentle, like a breeze blowing across the hills, bringing a hint of coolness.

'The sky is blue and clear,

The breeze sings softly;

The river is flowing,

My heart is full of hope.'

With the company of the song, the nightmare that haunted Murphy gradually dissipated, allowing him to breathe in his dream.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up, it was already dark outside.

"I slept all day?"

Murphy was a little surprised. This was the first time he had slept so soundly in many years.

"I don't know, Mr. Murphy."

Bai Cha sat on the sofa next to Murphy, smiling: "It was already afternoon when I woke up. I found you in the living room who seemed to be having a nightmare, so I took the initiative to sing a song for you. I hope I didn't disturb your sleep."

Murphy sat up and shook his head:

"No, if it weren't for your singing, I would have felt even more tired after sleeping like this."

"You must be hungry after sleeping all day. I'll go to the kitchen and make you something to eat."

Bai Ke stood up and prepared to leave, but Murphy raised his hand to stop him.

He looked at the boy in front of him who still had a bit of childishness on his face and asked a question that he himself thought was stupid:

"Do you feel that your life is tiring? Do you ever feel complaining or resentful?"

After saying this, Murphy felt a little ridiculous and regretful.

Asking such a question to a child who has been wandering for a long time is clearly rubbing salt into his wounds.

"No, Mr. Murphy."

Murphy was stunned by Baichao's answer.

He looked up and found the white-haired boy in front of him, looking at him gently with a bright smile:

"I feel very happy and content. Of course, my life must be pitiful compared to big people like you, but I love my life."

Murphy was a little stunned. His first reaction was disbelief, but Bai Ke's expression did not seem like he was lying.

It was a sincerity he had never seen in his life.

Bai Ke seemed to be reminded of his past as he closed his eyes and narrated slowly:

“My grandfather’s mineralogy was not as serious as it is now. He was a very capable man. He could always find the right path in the jungle, catch prey in the wilderness, and find temporary work between villages.

I like this kind of life. My grandfather always teaches me how to identify whether wild fruits are edible, how to set hunting traps, and how to harvest wheat quickly.

One winter, while my grandfather was taking a nap, I went to check the traps alone. I saw a wild animal lying on the ground in the snow, tilting its head to listen to something, then suddenly jumping up and plunging into the snow like a javelin, and when it crawled out, it was holding a super fat field mouse in its mouth.

At this point, Bai Ke suddenly burst into laughter, with a bit of embarrassment on his face:

"So I suddenly had an idea to jump like the beast and dive into the snow.

Then my horn got stuck in the frozen soil, and my grandfather finally arrived in time to pull me out. Because of this, he laughed at me for a long time. "

"Pfft."

Murphy lowered his head and laughed, and then the laughter became louder and louder, until he finally lay back on the sofa, his body trembling, and tears glistened in the corners of his eyes.