Chapter 141:
32 hours after the players left Transia.
At the collapsed area of the Blood Vulture Halls underground, a few dozen workers drafted from the survivors’ camp were busy here. They cleared away the boulders and debris, reopening the intricate stairways descending deeper into the halls.
These workers laboring in the halls could earn 1.5 times the labor points of other jobs in the camp, and also enjoy a rather sumptuous and, more importantly, completely free lunch at noon. As such, only the most diligent and loyal were assigned here by Miriam.
They were often the most trustworthy as well.
This was, after all, the lair of the Blood Vulture Clan, containing many things that could not be known to the outside world. Adhering to the ancient vampire traditions, it had many strange secret chambers, and even Tris and Femis could not explain what lay in many areas.
Such as the underground storeroom being opened now.
Murphy stood not far away, his hands clasped behind his back, a demon sword at his waist, gazing at this place.
His gaze swept the surroundings, still able to see the path leading to the Sacred Blood Hall, but that area had completely collapsed and was beyond repair.
The devastation around the Sacred Blood Hall was catastrophic. Murphy had decided to seal off this entire area as the soon-to-be-opened “instance dungeon” until they had sufficient manpower.