My Players Are So Fierce

Lady Adel answered calmly:

“She said that since Master Murphy has repeatedly emphasized that vampires will just be one among all races in Count Cardman’s territory in the future, maintaining the mystique of the Blood race now seems inappropriate.

In order to weaken human prejudice and disgust towards vampires, the Baroness hopes to open part of the Blood Eagle Corridor for curious humans to explore.”

Master Murphy agreed to this proposal.

Today is the first day of the opening.

These children were the fortunate ones chosen from the camp.

They are the first foreigners in 400 years to be allowed to enter the Blood Eagle Corridor.”

Having said this, Lady Adel’s gaze swept over the middle-aged woman wearing a nun’s robe identical to Madame Jules’s.

The latter had a very acute sense, and immediately turned her head to look.

Upon noticing a vulgarly shaped female vampire staring at her with ill-intent, Mother Mary-Ann did not immediately draw her weapon as before, but made a religious sign across her chest, smiled at Adel, and then gave her a provoking middle finger.

This action was immediately noticed by her traveling companion, Sister Jules, who shot a disapproving glance at her fellow church member and murmured a few words of admonishment.

There are children here!

Don’t be like that, Mary-Ann!

You’re going to set a bad example for these potential little believers of Avalon.

“Damn witch hunter!”

Lady Adel muttered under her breath.

She didn’t have any ill feelings about the children entering the Blood Eagle Corridor, but she was very annoyed that a master witch hunter could openly tour the sacred land of the Blood race.

But this was an order from Master Morphy, she had no choice but to tolerate her displeasure.

“This is the right choice.

People’s fears often stem from the unknown.

Once they clearly understand the daily lives of vampires, and know that not all vampires feed on blood, their resistance to Sir Morphy and Lady Cui Si’s command over the New Blood Vulture Clan will decrease.”

The Dust Beater nodded, clearly agreeing with Sir Morphy’s decision.

This made Lady Adel couldn’t help but take another look at this tall and shy exotic warrior.

She has been in contact with these players for more than a day or two.

She knows that no matter what their outward personality, they have all been strictly educated on the inside, their knowledge and wisdom exceed 90% of the common people on this continent.

It really makes one curious to imagine what kind of magnificent world they live in?

“Sir Morphy is waiting for you.”

Lady Adel pointed up.

The Dust Beater looked up to see Sir Morphy, clad in a long robe, standing on the edge of the second floor.

He had a boy chattering incessantly at his side, and even held a little girl in a floral dress in his arms.

These two children are surprisingly brave, it turns out they are not afraid of vampires?

With this in mind, the Dust Beater ascended the steps to Sir Morphy’s side.

“Hmm, my wise warrior has arrived.

Children, go play.

Go enjoy your leisure time with your friends today, and remember to send my greetings to your parents.”

Morphy set the little girl in his arms on the floor, and magically pulled out two court candies from Count Andrei’s stash and stuffed them into their hands.

He watched with a smile as the brother led the sister down the stairs.

He explained:

“These are Professor Malcolm’s children.

I don’t know how the professor educates his children, both of these little ones are exceptionally brave.

Even if I scare them with my sharp teeth, they aren’t afraid but instead come up and ask me many strange questions.

For example, the little girl is very curious whether we vampires dream when we sleep during the day.”

The Vampire Lord shook his head, leaned on the railings and sighed:

“But I couldn’t give them an answer, because I am an exception, I seldom sleep during the day.

However, winter is coming, and they are still living in tents.

Although the food problem is being properly addressed, the housing problem is not something that can be solved overnight.

It’s really worrying.”

As he spoke, he looked at the Chosen Ashman beside him who was holding blueprints and on the verge of anxiety again.

He smiled and said:

“That’s also why I summoned you today, my warrior Dust Beater, about the project I entrusted to you…

Please understand, I don’t want to add pressure to a professional, let alone instruct an expert as a layman.

But as a lord, I must every penny and dime for my subjects to get through this winter safely.”

“Err, I’m sorry, sir.

I have let you down.”

The Dust Beater sighed and handed the blueprints in his arms.

He said:

“Seven days is not enough time for me to complete the planning of the entire city, I can’t even finish the general planning.

I’ve done my utmost to divide the future Crimson Castle into different functional areas.

But to this day, I haven’t finished even the rough sketch of the administrative district.

I need assistants, and there are almost no one on this land who could help me.”

Hearing the Dust Beater’s response, Morphy also felt a pang of disappointment.

But he unfolded the large blueprint in his hand expressionlessly, and was immediately blown away by the complex city planning drawn by the Dust Beater.

Is…

is this small player planning to build a mega-city here that can accommodate millions of people?

If not, there’s no explanation as to why he has planned seven streets for the administrative district alone!

He even saw a sector reserved for a supermarket on the design.