My Players Are So Fierce

1183: 400.

We have steam engines and carriages, wouldn’t it be combining them…

– [Additional 7/10]_2

1183: 400.

We have steam engines and carriages, wouldn’t it be combining them…

– [Additional 7/10]_2

After playfully “warning” the brazen Meng HaHa, Sir Morphy, in an unusually buoyant mood born from a streak of mischief, took a spin around his own territory.

Now, the whole of Transylvania was his domain, and he could go wherever he wanted without anyone stopping him, but the problem was that there weren’t many places to have fun in Transylvania at the moment.

Considering that Crimson Castle, which was being reconstructed, was already Transylvania’s most “prosperous” spot, one could only imagine the desolation and ruin of other areas.

The trade between Hog and the Pestilence Town hadn’t been completed yet, and the construction of the defense line near the swamp hadn’t started.

Meanwhile, the population search and internal construction of the territory were steadily progressing.

According to the current pace, the residential areas should be settled before winter.

Murphy suddenly found himself idle.

The feeling that everything was on track and going smoothly was just too great.

Even though the crises in Westerburg and the Polluted Swamp persisted, it was all okay as long as he followed the plan to solve those issues.

“I now have 700 vacant slots at my disposal.”

Murphy stretched his wings freely in the air, soaring under the dusky night sky as he calculated:

“By releasing 50 slots each week, I can keep going until Black Disaster arrives, and currently, the population in the territory is still increasing.

By the last two months, I could probably ease up a bit more and allow 100 slots per week!

Yeah, that’s decided.

According to Governor Miriam’s statistics, under normal circumstances, a new player would need about two weeks to be ready for the Black Iron Trial.

That means, by the time Black Disaster arrives, realizing the ambition of having two thousand Black Iron Warriors forming an elite cavalry is certainly achievable.

Fate has smiled upon me once again, making everything turn out fine!”

Murphy wanted to laugh heartily in the sky.

But out of concern for his dignity and persona, he decided not to do so and planned to visit a few farmsteads before heading back to the cloister to meet Cui Si for a “date” that evening.

Lately, Cui Si was up to something, always locked up in her laboratory.

Very secretive.

He had good intentions not to disturb her, but this constant distance might make their relationship seem aloof.

Tonight, he’d get a couple of good bottles of wine and celebrate with the Scarlet Witch.

“You believe me!

Investing in my project is absolutely risk-free.

I have a complete plan and have already started preparing the actual product.

Now, I need your support.”

As Murphy flew over the skies of the Village of the Pride of the Lion King, his keen Perception let him overhear a conversation coming from the village chief’s office.

The content of the conversation immediately caught the attention of the curious Vampire Lord.

He silently descended and hid on the roof of the village chief’s office, listening intently to the voices coming from inside.

In the office bright as daylight, lit by several gas lamps, the village chief of the Lion King’s Pride, Pink Kitty Bunny, cradled a black cat of unknown origin, struck a Godfather-like pose on the chair, listening to the smooth talk of the “guest” who had arrived uninvited.

And the visitor courting the village chief was none other than the son of “Half-Hanging Insurance,” one of the “Three Great Administrative Players”—Vomit Mud Sauce.

The story of him entering the game to “search for relatives from afar” had turned into a running joke on the forums, becoming a piece of his embarrassing history, alongside his first Battle blunder of getting stabbed in the buttocks by the Skeleton Army.

Every time Vomit Mud Sauce showed his face on the forums, people teased him about this stuff, to his annoyance.

However, despite completing Mother’s request to find his unreliable old man in the game and successfully resolving the acute family issue, a new problem had surfaced.

That was, Half-Hanging Brother’s “game addiction” wasn’t cured, and Vomit Mud Sauce had picked up a new “game addiction.”

Now, he threw almost all of his time, aside from work and meals, into Transylvania.

He not only carved out a position as a Logistics Officer in the administration but also made a breakthrough in his combat profession.

He was a level ten Hunter and only needed to polish his skills and gather Equipment before he could begin his own Black Iron Trial.

But at the moment, Vomit Mud Sauce was clearly not focused on improving his skills.

His eyes shone as he clutched the project document in his arms, persuading the smiling Pink Kitty Bunny in front of him:

“You have to believe me, Bunny Bro, my plan is fail-proof!”

“I understand, and I also believe in your professional abilities.”

With composure and smoothness, Pink Kitty Bunny, somewhat sulky, petted the black cat named “Pochi” he had picked up from the wild and curiously counterasked:

“But what I’m more curious about is why you thought of coming to me for investment when you had this genius idea?

Logically, you should have approached Little Wei Ming or Little Brother Fu first, I mean, I’ve been very low-profile.”

“Hey, others might not know about your renown, Bunny Bro, but how could we administrative players be unaware?

Aren’t you the only talent that Governor Miriam has personally retained?”

Vomit Mud Sauce grinned, saying:

“Of course, I also asked my old man, and his advice was that you are the best bet because you’ve set the development direction of your village towards logistics and transportation.

You have the greatest need for vehicles among all player and NPC groups.

My brilliant idea definitely needs to be presented to someone with vision.”