Chapter 3164: Nifytelli’s Moon Cult Is Seriously Offbeat

By my estimate, there’s about thirty days left until the Pharaoh King’s birthday celebration begins.

For such large-scale diplomatic events, this amount of time for preparation is actually quite tight. Even though Mr. Morphy is leisurely writing various scripts for new storylines, Milian, who is genuinely handling the affairs, is overwhelmed with choosing a birthday gift for the Pharaoh King and preparing for the entourage.

After all, this is the first time since the end of the ten-year war that Transylvania is participating in such a high-level diplomatic affair as an independent political entity; it must be taken seriously!

Even Professor Malcolm was urgently recalled to Crimson Castle. His explanations of the Sanghai people’s taboos and customs as a historian can undoubtedly assist the Governor.

Besides preparing gifts, the trip to the Origin Land also involves taking Little Mummy Nefertili, who has been stuck in Transylvania for several months, back with us. But there are many things that Little Mummy needs to prepare as well.

Especially concerning the undead situation in Westerburg, having confirmed that she cannot manage it alone, Nefertari has decided to summon help from her ‘mother’s family,’ which is the Dead Moon Church.

However, that is a super large organization with over a thousand years of history, and just making reports and following procedures over there will take quite some time. Therefore, the Moon Cult newly formed by Little Mummy here has also been forced to stay busy these days.

They have to assist Nefertari in collecting various samples and taking field images, as well as summarizing the past causes and consequences that led Westerburg to its current state. So when Morphy arrived at this undead city under the blazing sun, what he saw was all the undead in the city being mobilized, like they were conducting a ‘super clean-up.’

Little Mummy Nefertili was sitting on the head of her Three-headed Dog, energetically waving a Spirit Banner.

Wherever she pointed her finger, large numbers of mindless undead were driven there, starting to search and dig above the already cleared ruins.

Farther in the city center, Necromancers and Netherworld Knights of the Moon Cult were leading their followers in different areas to collect spiritual energy samples, and they were also classifying and recording the types of undead currently in the city.

A scene of a bunch of already dead people working busily under the sun was truly rare; Morphy had never seen deceased individuals carry out such large-scale activities with such ‘liveliness.’

“Are you planning on turning this city ruin upside-down?”

Morphy flapped his wings and landed beside Nefertari under the cover of a Shadow Cloak, jesting:

“Why do I feel that your anxious state now is just like those bad students who never do their homework properly and then panic when the teacher checks it?”

“Could you shut up? Instead of joking around, why don’t you hurry up and help?”

Nefertari put on a golden mask to cover her mummy face, and said regretfully with a pained expression:

“Isn’t it because I’ve always used my precious time helping you manufacture those darn Dragon knights!

That led to my ‘Westerburg Undead Investigation Report’ being less than halfway done, and if I submit such a report, my mentor will surely send me to guard the entrance of the Abyss of Wraiths for hundreds of years. By the Death Moon, I must at least sort out the data before setting off, and then rush the manuscript on the road.

I guess there won’t be time to proofread and format the text, so I hope the seniors of the Dead Moon Church won’t be too particular about grammar issues.

Huh?

Why are you still standing here watching?

Go help quickly!

The Black Knight over at the treasury is still in a strange state of confusion, refusing to obey my orders and stubbornly guarding the gold, unwilling to leave.

Quickly!

Sir Morphy, use your invincible power to deal with it!

Little Sheron earlier begged me to quickly transport the Death Gold out of the city to ease the local fiscal pressure.”

“Alright, alright, it’s all our fault, is that okay?”

Morphy pouted and said:

“But when I just returned to Crimson Castle a few days ago, I overheard a few guards chatting, saying that you were always sneaking off to wander around the Crimson Castle market. The merchants there all know you, and there are still several outfits you ordered from Lady Shui’s tailor shop that you haven’t collected yet. This doesn’t seem like someone who’s usually busy with work… Don’t glare at me, I’m just being honest. Speaking of which, are you sure that after you leave, the undead in this city won’t suddenly go berserk? Even I, a swordsman who’s not very familiar with spiritual energy, can feel that the Death Psychic Power here is at least three times denser than before. The lowest level Skeleton Soldiers here are thriving so well that they’ve started evolving into Skeleton Warriors.”

“It’s hard to say.”

The Little Mummy instantly became dispirited, complaining with her Spirit Banner:

“Actually, the best plan would be for me to stay here while you guys submit the report for me and have the Dead Moon Church send Death Priests over to help. But the Pharaoh King’s birthday is a truly significant event for my clan, and I must return, or else it would be disrespectful to the Empire’s traditions.

I’ll leave my Three-headed Dog here.

At least it can patrol the city and ensure the activities of the undead won’t exceed the safe threshold. All members of my Moon Cult have been assigned their duties, and as long as they don’t slack off, the city’s barrier can function normally, plus there’s Count Xikemeier and his wife keeping things in check, there’s a high probability that there won’t be any issues.