My Players Are So Fierce

1015: 344.

I told you, the Slave Hunting Team is the answer to this version!_3

1015: 344.

I told you, the Slave Hunting Team is the answer to this version!_3

Murphy rolled his eyes and said:

“Whom you befriend is your business, don’t put all the responsibility on me.

This is something you’ll have to decide on your own, Mark.

You’ve achieved the first ideal of your life, maybe you should take some time to think about how to live the rest of your eternal life.

I certainly won’t give you any advice on that.

Let’s leave it at that.

I need to go back.

Do you want me to take a gift to Lady Rennesia for you?”

“No need, I haven’t decided what to gift her yet.”

Maxim sighed as he watched Sir Morphy wrap himself in shadows and vanish beneath the sunlight.

Standing at the window, he held the elf pendant hanging from his chest, his fingers gently touching it, ultimately culminating in a long sigh.

He could swing his sword fearlessly against any enemy and also wasn’t afraid of the future where his loyal followers might fall in pools of blood.

But charging into the battlefield of love was a first for him, and for him, convincing himself to approach that proud heart was more difficult than slaying a thousand enemies on the battlefield.

Yet to say he had no thoughts on the matter would certainly be unrealistic; alas, the world was never gentle to vampires…

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“What the fuck!

Where did you guys get so many people from?”

At this moment in the Morlan village near the Crimson Castle, Life is pretty good, an administrative player doing an “internship” with several officials from the administrative department, heard a noisy commotion.

Stepping out of the house, he saw several smug players leading a large group of disheveled NPCs coming to register.

As an administrative player, Life is pretty good was aware that this was part of the current main quest “Hundred Days of Great Construction,” which required players to find refugees in Transylvania and bring them to the administrative department’s several reception points in exchange for construction points as a reward.

However, the past few days had seen players bringing in only a handful of refugees at a time.

The sight of hundreds of people brought over in one go was indeed rare.

Quite astonished, he took out his record book and, accompanied by several workers, approached for questioning; but to Life is pretty good’s curiosity, Brother Prodigal, who had just completed a very successful refugee search, boasted:

“Aren’t the refugees everywhere?

We just walked around randomly and naturally found these homeless people.

Hurry up and register points for us brothers.

We’re still waiting to go to the special black market to exchange for good stuff.”

“I always feel there’s something odd about this.”

Life is pretty good, being a manager in a large company in reality, was not fooled by these lies.

He directed the workers beside him to start questioning, and within a few minutes, he learned about the background of this group of refugees.

“They’re Avalon Believers from the Kato area?

How did you manage to bring them here?”

Old Huo was completely shocked when he learned the truth.

As an administrative player who was very familiar with the geography surrounding Transylvania, he knew that the Kato area was to the southwest of Transylvania, separated by Lake Xiuerpres as a boundary between the two areas, and it had been part of the Golden Flower Kingdom’s territory for a long time.

He pulled Brother Prodigal off to one side and asked in a low voice:

“Did you cross the border to engage in human trafficking in the Broceliande Kingdom’s territory?

I’m not saying anything, buddy, but such actions could easily provoke a border conflict.

You guys be careful not to cause trouble.”

“It’s not as scary as you think it is,”

Brother Prodigal pursed his lips, thinking to himself how he, a government official, could possibly engage in such illegal activities.

If it were found out, he’d definitely receive a major demerit.

Nonetheless, he still patiently explained:

“We just crossed the border through the Smugglers’ Forest, didn’t even cross Lake Xiuerpres, so technically we’re still within the border area of Transylvania.

About these people…

You know they’re Avalon Believers.

They’ve been persecuted in their own homes since the Old Education rebellion ten years ago, and not wanting to suffer humiliation or abandon their faith, they’ve established several villages near the border with their families.

When we got there, we didn’t need to say much.

We just informed them about the rebuilding of the Avalon Church in Transylvania and showed them the seal of the Church on the IDs issued by the Adventurer Guild.

These folks then voluntarily requested to follow us to Transylvania.

The Bloodclaw Clan in Smugglers’ Forest is Sir Morphy’s Wolf People lackeys.

That Hog wouldn’t dare harm them, so before you know it, the numbers have swelled, right?

Besides, this is just the first batch.

There are still many more believers living along the border.

Once this wave is settled, at least a few thousand more will come over.

Let me tell you, this is a route discovered by our team; hence, all these people should be counted towards our construction points!”

“Oh, that’s no problem, it’s as per the orders from the administrative department,”

Life is pretty good understood the whole story and glanced strangely at those unkempt refugees, whispering:

“It seems there are various ways to complete this main quest.

You think, should I organize a Slave Hunting Team or something to make a quick buck during the chaos?”

“Heh, too late, others are already on it,”

Brother Prodigal shook his head and said:

“Some of the bros who joined the game with us have particularly wild ideas.

They headed straight to the East Prussia border on the day the task was assigned.

I suspect you’ll see them soon enough.

Those guys are P Club war criminals, the Slave Hunting Team stuff is old hat for them.”

“Fuck!

I was just talking.

I didn’t think someone would actually dare to do it!

That’s truly too criminal.”