My Players Are So Fierce

541: 186.

Remember!

Never say “short” in front of him!

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541: 186.

Remember!

Never say “short” in front of him!

_3

Lumina plucked away at a razor, trimming Sir Morphy’s sideburns, while Sister Pomegranate helped to tidy up the ends of his hair and sketched a few strokes of eyeliner and mascara from behind him.

When it came to makeup, no one was more professional than they were.

It was a necessary evil.

Being a vampire, Morphy was stunningly beautiful and elegant, but being too handsome wasn’t necessarily a good thing either.

His facial features were more akin to the softness of a youthful heartthrob.

Although it could make the players feel like bathing in the spring breeze, this appearance held no intimidation in the context of a formal diplomatic negotiation.

It was the same principle as him criticizing the small stature and childish face of the young mistress for having no majesty in war.

As a local lord, Morphy had to be more imposing.

Milian and Lady Adel were also invited, both quietly evaluating whether the Lord’s demeanor was appropriate while Cui Si, holding a wine bottle, was eagerly watching the spectacle.

Her pretty face was covered with a gleeful expression.

In the voice of the Communication Beads, Major Fraser’s reminders continued:

“Marshall Loren dislikes formalities, especially when discussing business.

You should be as straightforward as possible, so as not to waste each other’s time.

As for the matter of the Nordtoff Kingdom assigning you as acting Governor, I have reported it to the marshal’s adjutant.

He has promised that the marshal will show the necessary courtesy in meeting with you.”

“As it should be.”

Morphy replied in a serious tone.

He couldn’t move as Little Wei Ming was holding a vampire-specific lash curler, straightening his lashes.

Her unique way of using this tool made Morphy feel as if his little player was trying to gouge out his eyeball.

And he had to maintain the composure expected of an NPC, standing still as Sister Pomegranate held a sharp razor to trim the hair on the back of his neck.

Morphy’s long hair was a bit tricky to manage, but thankfully he was very particular about his personal hygiene, which made the female players like Sir Morphy even more.

They chattered about their ideal type, ultimately agreeing that it would be nice if he were at least seventy percent as handsome as Sir Morphy.

After all, they couldn’t handle a man as handsome as Sir Morphy.

This reliable assessment made the corner of Morphy’s mouth twitch upward slightly.

Ah, his little players sure knew how to talk.

“Finally, the most important thing.”

Major Fraser hesitated a bit on the other end, lowered his voice, and reminded:

“Because of the unfortunate prejudice that the half-dwarf bloodline faces in human society, Marshall Loren is very conscious of the issue of height.

You must be careful in your conversation to never use the word ‘short’!

If you want this conversation to go smoothly, that is.”

“I’ve heard about the dwarfs’ taboo in this regard and have prepared accordingly.

Thank you for your reminder, Major Fraser.

If this diplomatic meeting can be successfully completed, then it certainly isn’t without your contribution.”

Morphy responded appropriately, and then the communication was cut off after a few more reminders from the other side.

The girls had already started choosing perfume for Morphy at this point.

Even if it doesn’t really matter in a psychic conversation, they seem to have used Morphy as their “model”, starting to argue about how to make Sir Morphy look even more handsome and masculine?

Finally, Orchid, who had traveled the world, offered a definitive solution.

She found a unique, subtly rose-scented perfume in the “Blood race makeup” provided by Lady Adel, sprayed it on Morphy, and then Sister Pomegranate let his long hair fall on his shoulders in the most elegant yet imposing way.

Everyone took a few steps back and admired their model as if viewing a work of art.

Meanwhile, Milian and Lady Adel exchanged glances, each seeing the astonishment in the other’s eyes.

These ladies from another world really had a knack!

After their treatment, Lord Morphy indeed portrayed a sense of refined elegance along with an imposing presence apart from his iconic approachability.

Even Cui Si couldn’t help but conceal her gaze attracted by Morphy under the pretense of taking a sip of wine.

Wow, she sure had a good eye!

She found such a handsome and loyal descendant on a snowy night.

A few minutes later, everyone left the office, leaving Cui Si behind as a psychic assistant.

When they sensed the vibration of a psychic corridor marked from the far end, Blood Vulture Duke waved his hand, and thanks to the precise invocation of ruby psychic power, a long-distance communication corridor was opened.

Just like a mirror, a screen opened before both Marshall Loren and Lord Morphy.

So, they could see each other.

Morphy was in his office in the Blood Eagle Corridor while Marshall Loren appeared to be on a moving steam train.

The former was dressed in the classic ceremonial dress of the Blood Vulture Clan, while the latter wore a marshal’s uniform adorned with a blue ribbon; his exquisite beard had also clearly been well-groomed.

Both dignified and refined, their auras echoed each other perfectly.

Morphy broke into a smile, just about to greet him when halfway through Marshall Loren suddenly asked him:

“So, you’re the blood racial thief that stole my stuff?

You even put on makeup.

Are you trying to look like a gay man?”

“???”

A hundred question marks instantly rose in Morphy’s heart.

We’re both respectable people now, and you actually bring up the embarrassing things from the past at this occasion?

Are you not giving face to make me look bad?

Is this an attempt to gain the upper hand?

Are you intentionally trying to perturb me?

Yeah, right?

Come to make trouble?

You just watch!

But don’t blame me for returning the favor then.

So, in the next instant,

Morphy started to speak: