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187. Hello, short person_2

The psychic projection maintained by the three spiritual energy masters was terrifyingly high-resolution, allowing the marshal to see clearly the look in Murphy's eyes, those points of crimson within the blackness.

It was like a pulsing flame.

This vampire didn't seem to be joking, and his decisiveness in making threats were more akin to a down-to-earth dwarf.

"Heh, pretending to have the backing of a tiger does seem to be something you've mastered, but a fox is always a fox, don't bring out such cheap tricks!"

The half-dwarf marshal didn't back down, but he smoothly changed the topic, saying,

"My friend, old Finoc, died in your territory, which greatly saddens me."

"Who killed him then?"

Murphy counter-questioned: