My Players Are So Fierce

1002: 340.

Abnormal Blood Descendant Observation Experiment_2

1002: 340.

Abnormal Blood Descendant Observation Experiment_2

“I guessed right, didn’t I?”

“Wow, all I can say is that it’s an eye-opener.”

Miss Biqi wasn’t angry at Melia for calling her a “blonde idiot.”

She had been tolerant in this regard since she was a child.

It was other people’s business what they said about her; as long as they could withstand the heavy punch of her fist, they could say whatever they liked.

She blinked her eyes as she looked at the blind vampire in front of her and couldn’t help but exclaim,

“I had long heard that the Wolf Poison Clan possessed an extensive underground intelligence network, making them the top information gatherers on the Continent, second only to the Thieves’ Guild of the Half-body Men.

Seeing it for myself today is indeed extraordinary.

But knowing so much means that your status within the Wolf Poison Clan is not insignificant.

How did you come to such a miserable state?”

“Um, that’s a long story.”

Melia didn’t seem too interested in sharing the twists and turns of her life with Biqi, but as she closed her mouth, another voice spoke up from the side:

“Lady Biqi, please stop tormenting a poor girl who has just lost her father and brothers.

If you wish to know about the rise and fall of the Colando Clan, then when you reach the Blood Eagle Corridor, I will arrange for someone to explain it all to you.”

Murphy stepped forward, causing Miss Biqi, who was squatting in front of the Clarendon Sisters, to stand up nervously and perform a perfect lady’s courtesy.

But the Vampire Governor shook his head and said,

“I don’t know what Kudell told you to make you so wary of me, but I much preferred the light and pleasant way we conversed before.

In your case, I think the Knight’s salute suits you better than the lady’s courtesy.

The Highlanders are about to start their grand celebration.

They’re celebrating the birth of the first Grail Knight of the Ancestor Woods.

For an outsider, joining the Highlanders’ celebration is an adventure worth writing about in great detail.

The Knight of Liwen is already there enjoying a sumptuous feast.

Won’t you join?”

“Eating, of course, I’m interested!

Then, I’ll see you again at the Crimson Castle, handsome Sir Morphy.”

Miss Biqi noticed that Murphy wanted to discuss something “private” with the Colando sisters, so she excused herself.

Her ability to read the room and take her leave proved that Miss Biqi was far from the “lucky blonde idiot” rumored by the outside world.

She was exceptionally observant in this aspect.

Perhaps it was not that she didn’t understand but that she simply didn’t care?

As he watched Biqi hop and skip away, Murphy’s gaze returned to the vampire sisters in front of him.

As he squatted down, Melia’s muscles visibly tensed, clutching the sleeping sister in her arms even tighter.

“Your father did not die by my hand.”

Murphy looked at the blind vampire girl in front of him and said,

“But that death is not unrelated to me.

The collapse of the Gray Claw Faction was also a direct result of my actions.

Your father and brothers perished due to ambitions they should not have harbored, ambitions that their strength could not match.

And you and your sister, you are the last blood descendants of Moriarty Colando.

To avoid further trouble from you in the future, I might consider bestowing upon you eternal silence right here…”

“We won’t be trouble, Mr.

Mo Fei.”

Melia spoke softly,

“I’ve already been branded by the Blood Vulture; I’m one of your people now.”

“Do you think I would believe in that old notion that blood determines fate?”

Murphy laughed mockingly.

He fell silent for a few seconds, then asked,

“What did you see in your dream just now…

Tell me honestly, and I’ll allow you to live on with another identity, without interfering in the future lives of you and your sister.

But if you dare to lie, you’ll take the consequences.”

Murphy’s strange question made Melia shiver.

The intelligent vampire girl, who had inherited the wisdom of Moriarty Colando, had guessed that Murphy might know the answer—he merely wanted to hear Melia say it herself.

Under his gaze, Melia hesitated for a moment, then said,

“I…

I dreamed of another world…

another life.

Through the eyes of an unfamiliar man, I saw an array of bizarre and fantastical things…”

“Good, you are honest and have not lied.

It seems that ill-begotten bloodline has indeed bound you to the Happy Stick in a manner I can hardly imagine.

It’s astounding that there could be an exchange of information between two worlds.

Truly beyond belief.”

Murphy stood up and placed a small jar of fresh blood in Melia’s hand, whispering softly,

“I don’t know yet whether this connection is good or bad, but I hope you don’t turn it into something bad.

From now on, you have a little secret in your heart that you cannot tell to a third person other than you and me.

I hope you will keep this secret and play your role from now on.

You must attentively serve your overly strange ‘senior,’ who is so out of place in our world.

It’s not just because you owe him your life!

Do you understand my meaning?”

—

“Go to Bataxin City now?

So suddenly?”

Miss Doris was all set to indulge in the feast celebrating the ancient ceremony in the Woodland of the Highlanders, but she was taken aback by the sudden order from Sir Morphy.

She looked at the Governor, who had already spread his wings in surprise, and said,

“Has something happened there?

At least let’s finish this meal.”

“You can stay and continue to enjoy the celebration.

I was merely telling you that I’m leaving.

An emergency has arisen that requires my immediate attention over there.”