My Players Are So Fierce

955: 324.

I just wanted to casually dig up a treasury to make up for the loss, but who would have thought it could trigger a hidden quest?_3

955: 324.

I just wanted to casually dig up a treasury to make up for the loss, but who would have thought it could trigger a hidden quest?_3

Stick Brother cursed under his breath.

He got up and walked to the side with Wumeioge, speaking with a hint of confusion,

“The name Mrs.

Cecilia sounds somewhat familiar, have you heard of this person somewhere?”

“Isn’t ‘Cecilia’ the middle name of the young miss?”

Wumeioge had an excellent memory.

He immediately realized it and said to Stick Brother,

“Should we report this to the young miss?

She might be interested.”

“We don’t have her contact information.”

Stick Brother shook his head and said,

“We are not from the Midnight Faction, the noble Psychics wouldn’t care for us frontline Big Head Soldiers.

Forget it, let’s report to Lady Adel first.

She’s in charge of these spy agent matters.

Wait a minute, I’ll write a report.”

“What about this girl?”

Wumeioge looked back at the Vampire woman who was covering her face and wailing.

He whispered,

“This one is quite cowardly, and it doesn’t seem like an act.

She’s passable in looks, though not as good as E Sister, but she barely makes the cut.

It’d be a pity to kill such a ‘quality NPC’.

Should we spare her life?”

“Whatever.”

Stick Brother had already opened the character interface and started editing the report.

He said absently,

“If you want to let her go, then let her go.

But I doubt even if she does escape now, whether she can survive the night is questionable.

So let’s wait for our NPC’s judgement.

If her information is valuable, she’s likely to survive.”

Happy Stick quickly sent the report to Lady Adel.

He thought it would be hours before they received a reply, but in less than ten minutes, as Stick Brother watched in astonishment, a crimson rift opened on the outskirts of the village they were in.

The petite young miss stepped out boldly, holding onto the Night Howling Staff that was taller than her, followed closely by a few Vampire Psychics from the Midnight Faction, while “Blood Vulture Widow” Mary followed beside the young miss with a cold expression.

Even though the young miss couldn’t grow her own Blood Descendants, Mary had apparently replaced Lady Adel’s position beside her, which wasn’t a bad thing for the Blood Vulture Widow.

Seeing this important NPC appear in this remote mountain ravine, Stick Brother and Wumeioge exchanged glances filled with surprise.

Fuck!

This was definitely key plot development!

And upon seeing the young miss appear in person, the female Vampire that was spared was left completely paralyzed with fear, as she obviously recognized Phemys and knew her status and identity within the Blood Vulture Clan.

“You!

Tell me everything you know about Mrs.

Cecilia!

Don’t leave out a single word.”

The young miss said coldly to the Vampire in front of her, while Stick Brother came over and reminded her,

“Miss, there are other Vampires locked up in the cellar, too, including the elder of these cowards.

He’s said to be a Silver Grade Swordsman; he must know more!”

“Then that’s just perfect.”

A ferocious gleam crossed Phemys’s face as she said,

“Open it!

You guys wait outside, I’ll take care of this trouble.

Also, you’ve done a good job with the treasure hunting.

Murphy asked me to tell you that the spoils from the secret treasury will be discussed after we return to Crimson Castle.”

“Of course, we are serving the cause of Transylvania, after all.”

Stick Brother immediately said something nice, following Little Hand as he inserted the blood vial back into the indentation of the Blood Vulture treasury’s mechanism.

The door to the treasury below the pond slowly opened, and almost at the same moment, a figure rushed towards the sky, but was savagely whipped back to the ground by a blood-red tendril phantom streaking down from above, as the young miss’s roar echoed.

Then the brutal Super Magic: Decomposition Skill’s crimson beam was cast, shattering sturdy armor and even the ritual Black Blade in the Swordsman’s hand with Psychic decomposition, while Vampire Vines emerged from the ground like chains, tightly binding the Swordsman’s limbs.

Boiling Spiritual Energy, released in the form of spinning dagger blades, swirled around the Vampire’s body in a storm, spilling vampire blood onto the ground.

“She’s really fired up!”

Wumeioge whispered to Yan Song beside him,

“Look at her control of Spiritual Energy, and then look at you.”

“I’m a Scout, don’t compare me with her.

Specialization in work, you know?”

Yan Song replied with a face full of envy but also a touch of sourness, watching this violent magic user decimate a Silver Grade Vampire Swordsman who couldn’t even manage to escape as a Night Bat.

Following the casting of the Midnight Paralysis spell, the young miss didn’t even bother to question the prisoner and instead released an unknown but intimidating looking spell.

Phemys brutally searched the Vampire’s mind using malicious Spiritual Energy, totally disregarding the victim’s well-being.

The cruel act immediately caused the dazed Silver Vampire Swordsman to emit a horrendous scream, and after a few seconds of searching for information, his head exploded.

This injury was grave even for a Vampire, yet the young miss simply wiped the blood and brain from her hands with an indifferent expression, turned to look at the cowering female Vampire Descendant, and tossed a dagger condensed with Spiritual Energy at her feet.

She said,

“Kill him!

Rip out his heart!

You can redeem your honor and return to the Blood Vulture with that.

I’ll assign a new leader for you.

Of course, you can choose not to do it and follow your leader into eternal silence.

Make your choice.

Consider this the last act of mercy from my father, who now rests eternally in the Star Realm.”

This cruel and dreadful demand left the female Vampire shocked and terrified.

But the young miss clearly didn’t care about her choice, or even the life of the traitor.

She just turned to Stick Brother and Wumeioge, speaking with serious tone,

“Those Wolfsbane Thugs are planning to ambush the Capet Family’s transport team, timing it for tomorrow night.

They want to stop Transylvania from regaining its industrial production lines.

We must prevent that from happening, but it’s dangerous, so you can choose whether to join…

Aren’t you both going to think it over before nodding?

Fine then.

Every time I see you, I come to understand your courage anew.

Let’s do it.

We must prepare before the reinforcements arrive.”