My Players Are So Fierce

957: 325.

The determination of the crowd – Added update for “starsfalling” brother [1/15]_2

957: 325.

The determination of the crowd – Added update for “starsfalling” brother [1/15]_2

While I resolved the threat of the Gray Claw Faction swiftly and decisively, you allowed a pack of Wolf Poison whelps to create friction along our shared border.

I fulfilled my promise, but you broke your word.

So, might I interpret this to mean that the situation in East Prussia has slipped beyond your control?

Or perhaps the actual abilities of the Marshall whose fearsome reputation is known across the entire continent, the so-called ‘Heart of Steel,’ are not as formidable as they are said to be?

If that is indeed the case, then I do not mind dispatching my warriors to help you root out those clowns who shouldn’t exist during the preparation period for war.

After all, considering that we are soon to fight side by side against the Black Disaster, Crimson Castle has an obligation to provide assistance to falling powers.

So, the question arises, do you and your Legion truly need my help?”

“So, you contacted me tonight just to humiliate me?”

Marshall Loren said quite displeased:

“What makes you think that those Wolf Poison brats came through my defense area to get into Transylvania?

Your place is leaking on all sides; they have plenty of ways to sneak in.

My defense area doesn’t have a problem!

Kid.

You’ve said what you needed to say, now tell me, what exactly do you want my help with?”

“We can defeat those ambushers, but we do not have enough strength to encircle and annihilate them, and to be honest, I’m tired of having a bunch of ignorant Wolf Poison curs hopping around on my territory when I’m this busy.

I imagine you feel the same.”

Murphy said in a low voice:

“I merely wish to invite you to join in the hunt tomorrow night, meaning, since they have come, let them not leave.

It is said that men who hunt together form a stronger bond of friendship, so I also hope to maintain a good personal relationship with you.

Additionally, I must inquire once more, when can I expect the return of the Armed Blood Servant you have been holding onto?

I’m really short-staffed right now.”

“Within a month, they would have been sent already, but my Generals suggested I equip you with an additional batch of military supplies, hence the delay.

But the good news is that you will soon have a small artillery force…”

Marshall Loren gave a firm timeline, he said:

“Those guys will enter Transylvania along with the ‘military observation group’ we deploy, just as we agreed previously.

This observation group will be responsible for the command of the Border Defense Force that will later enter your territory.

You cannot interfere with their command.”

“I’m neither a Commander nor a soldier; I’m not masochistic enough to ask for hardship.”

Murphy’s tone became more relaxed as he spoke tactfully:

“Then, let us look forward to a pleasant hunt tomorrow night.

You’d better double-check that your defense area truly has no issues…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when the communication through the Core Bead was already cut off.

It was clear that Marshall Loren had no interest in discussing this professional matter with Murphy.

But within ten minutes after the “Spiritual Energy call” had ended, five officers in charge of border patrol at Pioneer Fortress were called into the Marshal’s office for a thorough dressing-down.

Obviously, on the matter of how the Wolf Poison Vampires crossed the border, Marshall Loren’s confidence wasn’t as firm as he had shown.

But this wasn’t due to the Marshal’s incompetence.

Rather, the unique “Blood Servant culture” of the Vampires had such a devastating effect when used for sneaky deeds that it would be unreasonable for the Marshal to go around eliminating every civilian and vagrant in his defense zone as potential Blood Servants.

Whether it was the officers making amends afterwards, or the Dwarf Marshal mobilizing a large force to save face, it was almost certain that the group of Wolf Poison Vampires planning mischief would not be leaving the area alive after tomorrow night.

This was precisely what Murphy aimed to achieve with his “Spiritual Energy call.”

Transylvania currently had numerous troubles to contend with, and he really did not want to be distracted by issues within the Vampire Clans.

After concluding his communication with Marshall Loren, Murphy stood up in his office.

He took out a midnight cloak from the wardrobe and draped it over his shoulders, then hung the miser’s hunting crossbow and the Beast Tamer’s whip from his weapon rack around his waist, and was about to leave when the office door opened and Cui Si, with her arms folded, appeared before him.

“You’re going over there in person?”

The Duke inquired:

“Because this involves Cecilia?

Are you worried that Phemys might fall into a trap?”

“To say I’m not worried would be a lie.”

Murphy did not hide his concern, he candidly said:

“Only Phemys and Adel know what kind of person Mrs.

Cecilia used to be, but I am certain that after she committed herself to Dusk’s scheme, she has become one of the most dangerous beings on this continent.

By both feelings and reason, I cannot just sit by and let Phemys face this threat alone.

I am even speculating whether there was another force behind your theft of the Seed of Life over two hundred years ago…

It sounds somewhat unbelievable.

But I would rather overestimate Dusk a bit rather than underestimate them.

This might be our first direct encounter with Dusk, and I must be there.

Phemys and Kudell are in the open, I’ll be in the shadows.

This way we can ensure the least chance of anything going awry.”

“When it comes to protecting your own, you are always this cautious.”

Cui Si sighed as she remarked:

“Just now, a hawk from the Valande Knights delivered a letter to Natalie, Little Sheron wishes to invite the head of the Witch Hunters to their Mountain Woods for her reestablishment ceremony with the Spirit of the Mountain Woods.