My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 191:

Seeing that Onboard Joy Stick was slow to respond, Feel You Poor was getting a bit impatient.

FeelYouPoor: ?Well, I know 3 million is a bit little, can’t be helped, I lost some money in my previous business. That’s all the pocket money I have left for now. If you think it’s too little, maybe wait till next month when my fund earnings come in, I can chip in some more.

Oh, and by the way.

I also have an vacant office building, I rented it for three years all at once back then, but the company went under within three months. I can sublet it to you guys at a low price to use as an office space.

For commuting to work, let me think about it?

OnboardJoyStick: ?Don’t even think about it! It’s not that I think it’s too little! Is this how you rich guys play games? Can’t buy in-game currency so you just buy people instead? Are you trying to keep me and my brothers as sugar babies??

FeelYouPoor: ?The term ‘sugar babies’ sounds a bit weird, but unexpectedly fitting. Just think of it as me hiring you guys for a job, flexible work with no attendance required.

I’m not trying to have you bound in the game to work for me, just investing in your treasure hunting business. Apart from that, I won’t interfere with whatever you guys do, just think of me as a ‘periodic dividend’ shareholder.

Money is not an issue.

Why don’t you come visit me in the real world?

We can have a face-to-face discussion and sign a contract.

I’ll cover the round-trip airfare, bring all your brothers along and we can have a good time together.?

To be honest, with Feel You Poor’s offer reaching this level, Onboard Joy Stick was a bit tempted. He had always wanted to form a “professional team” in the game, but unfortunately, the good brothers he played with were not single bachelors like him who could eat well without the whole family going hungry.

They were all in their thirties and needed to make money to support their families. Even with 14 hours of game time a day, they couldn’t exhaust it all.

The pressure of supporting a family weighed on them, making it difficult for the brothers to enjoy gaming freely. But this damn game was so realistic that to make any significant progress, they had to invest a tremendous amount of effort.

Just look at Brother Mao, a sword talent prodigy, he still had to put in hard work to practice before he could take on elite enemies unscathed.

However, if they could really bring in an investor and start a company to support the brothers,

Even if they didn’t earn much, as long as it wasn’t less than their current income, without the burden hanging over them, Onboard Joy Stick’s plan to build his in-game army would also progress much more smoothly.

Onboard Joy Stick narrowed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he replied to Feel You Poor:

“Let me discuss it with the brothers first, I’ll give you an answer before we log off tonight.”

Afterwards, he went to help Lady Ashina move those coins, but as he approached, Meow King bumped his shoulder with a subtle smile and said in a low voice:

“Someone wants to ‘keep’ you, huh?”

“Huh?”

Onboard Joy Stick looked at Meow King in surprise, then realized:

“He sent you one too?”

“What do you think? We were the ones who brought him into the game to level up.”

Meow King rolled his eyes and said:

“That little rich guy is alright, young and innocent, no bad intentions, just a bit impulsive and childish at times, but that’s not a bad thing. If you plan to find a way out for the brothers, it’s not a bad idea.”

“What about you?”

Onboard Joy Stick nodded and asked:

“Aren’t you tempted?”

“I plan to do my own thing.”

Meow King grinned and said:

“You guys can form a big army, I’ll do a small team, diversified operations, you know. Being an information broker has good prospects too, as long as you stay ahead, there’s always an opportunity. Hah, Transia, great potential.”

As they were moving the crates out of the secret passage, the little players were still grinding ghouls nearby, having received their 20 gold reward per person, and no one expressed any dissatisfaction.

For now, it seemed that player numbers were still low, and everyone’s relationship was extremely, extremely harmonious.

And this entire process was observed from start to finish by Murphy, hiding in the shadows. The vampire lord was very satisfied with how he had handled his little players this time.

He could now confirm that the test subjects he had screened were truly outstanding talents.

As for the 1:10 gold coin exchange rate, he didn’t care about it at all.

Perhaps in the future there might be some sort of “financial crisis” kicked up, which if this were any other game, would have to be controlled at the source as a major risk. However, Murphy was well aware that this was not a game at all!

This fact alone determined that the difficulty for the little players to try and disrupt the “game’s” economy would increase a hundredfold.

In the real world, neither Goldflower Kingdom nor Nordtov would turn a blind eye to economic fluctuations. Their respective domestic finance personnel would adopt corresponding strategies to deal with it.

Taking it a step further, even if trouble did arise in the future, what did it have to do with him, a mere governor of the small Transia region?

His small regime was still unstable now.

It might not even survive the Black Disaster, so let the bigger figures like King Louis and the Wolf Queen worry about the problems that may arise in the future.

Seeing that the players had cleared the gang’s treasury, Murphy was also ready to retire successfully.

However, just before he left, the vampire lord’s ears twitched suddenly. With a surprised expression, he passed through the area of the sewers that the players had just conquered and headed deeper into the unexplored region.

His figure moved swiftly through the silent sewers, and after passing an intersection, Murphy changed direction following the shift in sounds, darting to the other side.

Soon, he saw that the path leading to the deeper, more “ancient” sewer areas was littered with the bodies of ghouls.

Kadman City has stood for 400 years, and although the vampires had no intention of concerning themselves with the living conditions of their “livestock” and “food supply”, they had carried out a few large-scale renovations of the city’s sewers. This led to the already intricate sewer system having some even more hidden “underground areas”.

Murphy had heard rumors about these “ancient areas” before, with stories saying that even the city’s gangs dared not carelessly enter them, and that something terrifying lurked inside.

The evidence proved that terrifying things indeed existed!

Murphy had seen it with his own eyes.

In the dried-up sewer ruins before him, the bodies of undead creatures were scattered everywhere. These ghouls met horrific ends, with almost no intact remains.

It was as if they had been struck by some heavy object and smashed into a disgusting mess when they hit the ground.

The sounds of intense battle were coming from the darkness ahead, indicating that someone was still fighting these ghouls and vengeful spirits.

Murphy gripped the hilt of his Necessary Evil sword and swiftly advanced, then lightly glided down through a lower entrance. As expected, he saw a tall, ferocious figure swinging a crimson greatsword as tall as himself, slaughtering the ghouls that kept charging out from the pit below.

It was Kudel, the civilian protection officer of the Blood Vulture Clan!

This guy had previously been rescued from the Blood Vulture Halls and settled in the camp, where the survivors he protected adored him. However, a few days later, this fellow had “mysteriously disappeared”. No one had seen Sir Kudel again, and there were rumors that he had left Transia.

But the truth was, this crazy civilian protection officer had not abandoned his duties. His fighting stance was as ferocious as before in the halls, but the weakness in his body could not be hidden from Murphy.

Kudel was a human knight personally embraced by Salrokdar. After Salrokdar’s eternal slumber, the damage from that blood pact contract left him unable to even exert one-fifth of his usual combat strength.

But even so, this weakened man did not retreat in the face of the ghoul horde!

“So this is why, despite the horrifying number of the dead in the sewers, there has been no large-scale ghoul assault on the surface to this day. I originally thought fate favored this tragic place, but it turns out you have been shouldering the burden for us in the darkness.

Sir Kudel, I salute you!”

Murphy shouted loudly.

With the whistle of Necessary Evil flying into battle like a shadow blade, Murphy also unsheathed his Frostfang blade and glided down. His gloomy steps unfolded, a mass Death’s Grasp was cast, and his sword art transformed into the most suitable for group battles, the ferocious and brutal “Wolf’s Kiss”.

This was an advanced sword art of the Wolfsbane Clan, taught to Lord Murphy by the “Grandmaster Demon Blade Instructor”.

He entered the battlefield from the other side, effectively helping to relieve the pressure on the civilian protection officer.

The two vampires quickly launched a counterattack against the undead creatures emerging from below, with one on each side. As Murphy summoned the direwolf George and a few Astral Realm baboons, the five pits from which the ghouls were crawling out were quickly occupied one by one and then blown up by Kudel with bombs.

Judging from his proficient movements, this was definitely not the first time he had done this.

“Have you been fighting here to protect the surface city ever since you left the camp?”

Murphy sheathed his sword and put Necessary Evil back on his waist, softly asking a question. However, Kudel’s reaction was cold, not even bothering to say a word to Murphy.

He simply hoisted his bloodstained crimson greatsword and turned to leave.

“Hey!”

Murphy called out again.

The crimson swordsman stopped in his tracks and said in a hoarse voice:

“Get lost! Vampire, don’t disturb me. I’m fulfilling my duties.”

“Hmm, bearing a deep grudge against the Blood Vulture Clan. It seems that even though you were embraced by midnight and blessed for over a hundred years, you are still cursing your fate. Your desire to become a true human far surpasses enjoying the power granted to you by midnight.”

Murphy smiled.

He had already learned about Sir Kudel’s life experience from the young lady before. This fellow’s aversion to vampires was not merely superficial. Combined with his mind being impacted by the chaotic aura of the sub-space in the Blood Vulture Halls, it was evident that he had no intention of engaging in further conversation with Murphy.

“Swish”

A creature scan was thrown at the crimson swordsman before him:

Name: ?Nantes Ranger & Blood Vulture Civilian Protection Officer?Kudel Feodoro Seville Lessenbra

Rank: Level 30 – White Silver Body – Elite Template

Professions: Level 20 Midnight Sword Master / Level 15 Classical Holy Grail Knight / Advanced Equestrian

Status: Blood Pact Damaged – Extremely Weakened – Sub-space Invasion – Mind Muddled – Iron Will

Evaluation: Neutral · No Threat

“Bang!”

Enraged upon sensing Murphy’s scan, Kudel spun and slammed his crimson greatsword onto the ground, bricks scattering as the pair of eyes hidden behind the vulture mask glared sharply at Murphy, ready to engage in battle without a word!

“I mean no harm, I just need to confirm your situation in order to properly address it.”

Murphy raised both hands.

Then, under Kudel’s watchful gaze, he took out a small jar of source blood from his spirit bag and tossed it over, saying:

“Drink it, it will allow you to permanently and completely sever Salrokdar’s influence over you. It might also help with your muddled mind. Don’t mind me, I don’t intend to disturb your noble act of protecting the city.

I know you are fulfilling your duties, and I greatly respect anyone who is loyal to their duties. After you recover, I wish to discuss something with you.”

Kudel ignored Murphy’s words.

He twisted open the source blood jar, held it to his nostrils and sniffed, then gave Murphy an odd look before tilting his head back and drinking down the much-needed substance.

The source blood’s cleansing of the blood pact rapidly restored Kudel’s damaged body with strength. Of course, the permanent life limit damage caused by the elder’s death could not be recovered, but the simple loss of health was not difficult for this powerful and outstanding civilian protection officer to accept.

His power came from hundreds of years of combat experience, not just a simple midnight blessing.

A few minutes later, Kudel reopened his eyes.

The healing of the blood pact damage allowed his aura to quickly recover to its peak, and the first taste of source blood also enhanced him beyond his former self.

“Speak.”

The civilian protection officer said hoarsely:

“What did you want to discuss with me? If you want me to join the Blood Vultures, forget it! I won’t let that dog collar go around my neck a second time!”

“No, not at all.”

Murphy waved his hand and said:

“I only wish to invite you to continue serving as the ‘Civilian Protection Officer’ of Crimson Citadel. If you’re interested, you can return to the surface and get your appointment document from Baroness Miriam. Additionally, as you must have already noticed, my warriors are currently cleansing the sewers above of filth.

Among them are humans who have lived lives similar to yours before. They too are defending this city, so I hope you will lend them a hand when you encounter them,

or perhaps even guide their poor combat skills.

They are mountain folk from the Saxony region, with a coarse and hard to understand dialect. So you’ll need this to communicate with them and direct them to tasks within their capabilities.

I don’t know how many people have died in these sewers.

But I believe the number of ghouls currently transforming is a terrifying astronomical figure, far too much for you alone to save the city.

You need assistants.

Or in the words of knights, you need a brave retinue.

I will send them before you, and let you choose. I think you understand that this is a necessary matter, not just to stabilize Blood Vulture Clan’s rule.

Well then, I shall not disturb you from carrying out your duties any further, Sir Civilian Protection Officer.

May your hunt today be enjoyable.”

Murphy bid a courteous farewell in the darkness. Under Kudel’s gaze, this strange young vampire who was only of Black Iron rank but gave him a different sense of threat turned and vanished like a ghost into the lower sewer exit at incredible speed.

After confirming Murphy’s presence had completely disappeared, the civilian protection officer turned and hoisted his greatsword, heading into the darkness on the other side.

During the disaster, too many people had fled into the sewers. However, the series of calamities triggered by the ferocious and vicious Astral Realm spirit energy did not spare them mercifully. Too many people died in this gloomy place far from sunlight, and it seemed even more sinister evils lurked in the unknown underground tombs of decay.

At present, the number of ghouls and vengeful spirits here was so great that they could not be killed off.

This was clearly abnormal!

Perhaps he really did need some help?