My Players Are So Fierce

981: 333.

Exposing secrets to each other to show friendliness – Additional update [9/15]_2

981: 333.

Exposing secrets to each other to show friendliness – Additional update [9/15]_2

“These past few days, rest well.

Once you log on, you’ll be busy,” said Murphy, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon of Transylvania.

“No worries, no worries, I’m young and strong; I can handle more pressure!

Bring on more of those exclusive missions; I can take it!” replied Stick Brother, undaunted by the pressure.

Stick Brother was in high spirits and didn’t feel overwhelmed.

He cheerfully said goodbye to Brother Fa and then logged out of the forum.

He turned off his game helmet, threw it into his suitcase, and started happily packing his luggage for the trip.

Meanwhile, under the night sky at the border of Transylvania, Murphy fell into a contemplative state once more.

He could easily guess why the other party impersonated Alpha Company’s medical team to do a check-up— by using a “spook the snake by hitting the grass” tactic.

They must need to confirm that “Real Different World” will not have adverse effects on the real world; this also proved one of Murphy’s previous suspicions, that his “next-gen game” had indeed become the target of scrutiny.

If all goes as expected, currently, all testers in the game might already have their own separate files within the authoritative departments.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Stick Brother’s post took less than two hours before someone came for a “visit.”

“No wonder there has been a noticeable decline in backend application numbers recently; it seems like they’re secretly preventing the test applications from spreading further in various social circles,” mused Murphy, stroking his chin.

Piecing together scraps of information, he formed a rough hypothesis in his mind, but responding to the situation was a challenge.

While backend application numbers had slowed, new applications still arrived daily.

This proved that the other side lacked the technical ability to completely block the spread of “Real Different World” test applications, and they could only resort to a “covert observation” approach.

If it weren’t for Stick Brother’s dramatic actions, the other party would not have acted so quickly, which meant the initiative was still in Murphy’s hands.

Considering this, he might as well be upfront about it.

Murphy rubbed his temples.

He quickly made a decision, and then, through the perceptual connection of the blood contract, he called upon Lady Adel, who specialized in covert operations within his ranks, and instructed her with some tasks.

After Murphy settled this, a faint rustling of the wind arose from behind him, and turning around, he saw Kudell folding his wings and approaching.

The Civilian Protection Officer wore an unpleasant expression, probably related to his unexpected encounter with his granddaughter earlier that night.

Murphy glanced over Kudell’s shoulder toward the further back where a large bonfire had been lit.

The Cape merchant caravan had lost many horses to the betrayal of the Firefox Mercenaries.

Also, because of that night’s attack, the caravan couldn’t move forward, so Miss Biqi decided to rest right there.

The lady knight was at the moment pestering the Valande Knight with questions, her face full of curiosity about the Winged Cavalry.

Murphy also noticed that the tall, blonde knight Ji had a certain “brash” aura, unlike the demeanor expected of a noble daughter.

“How does it feel to meet your descendants, Lord Kudell?” Murphy asked with a subtle tone, leaning on his staff sword, while Kudell sighed heavily and said wearily:

“Beyond imagination!

I never imagined the Xie Wei’er bloodline would take such an odd path.

But nevertheless, to see my granddaughter adhere to the knight’s path brings solace to someone long since dead like me.

I need to discuss some matters with you.

About Biqi, my Little Peach…”

He looked earnestly at Murphy and said:

“My granddaughter retains a child’s curiosity about the world, which is a fine quality but not so in Transylvania.

She is to stay here as the person in charge of establishing the Cape Family’s factory, so I hope my granddaughter will receive due treatment and protection on this land.

You know what I mean, Murphy.

I hope everything related to vampires, good or bad, will stay away from her.”

“Hmm, so in your eyes, I am such an indiscriminate Vampire Lord?”

Murphy feigned displeasure:

“I admit, your granddaughter is quite talented and exudes a delicious life force that could make any vampire feel thirsty, but that’s not a reason for me or my servants to break our principles.

I assure you, your granddaughter will receive as gracious a treatment in Transylvania as she would at home.

If she wishes, she might even have her own boudoir in the Blood Eagle Corridor.

By the way, I heard she is Major Fraser’s fiancée?

So the Major prefers this style?

Hmm, perhaps I can be at ease now.

My Crimson Regent may not become the ‘prey’ of that rich young master after all.”

“Eh, about that…”

Kudell’s expression grew even more strained.

The Civilian Protection Officer, looking like he was coping with a family misfortune, covered his eyes and let out another sigh, saying:

“I’ve talked to her just now.

My granddaughter and her fiancé call each other ‘brother,’ and she didn’t hide her marital situation from me.

Therefore, I must inform you gravely, Mr.

Mo Fei.

Major Fraser’s interest in Miss Milian far exceeds his fondness for my granddaughter.

So, it might be better for you to maintain your vigilance on this matter.”

“Tsk, that’s not something I need to concern myself with.”

Murphy shrugged, patting the components in front of him that gave off a metallic chill.

He said in a relaxed tone:

“Milian can fend for herself, and the young master of the Cape Family wanting to pluck Transylvania’s Midnight Rose will need to try harder.”