My Players Are So Fierce

1361: 459.

Insufficient firepower?

Isn’t it a coincidence, the small cannon is a perfect cure for this!_3

1361: 459.

Insufficient firepower?

Isn’t it a coincidence, the small cannon is a perfect cure for this!_3

“But please understand, madam, I am not poking fun at you.”

“I am simply saying that if the Master can tolerate Lord Hether and her family maintaining a close relationship, then he can just as well tolerate a meritorious Bow Knight, burdened with an important mission, flirting with vampires from other families, or even becoming eternal companions.”

“I believe the Master is an absolute pragmatist in this regard.”

“So our current issue is, how can we assign more responsibilities to you, so your status in the Master’s eyes rises swiftly until he can tolerate your transgression of the Knights Group’s rules?”

“In my terms, Lionea, you now have to strive to live up to the ‘strategic value’.”

“Of course, it’s all up to your choice, and I won’t interfere forcingly.”

“But if you are willing to go all out for you and Maxim, then I am more than willing to offer all the help I can.

After all, I am such a gentle vampire; I cannot bear to see a pair of eternal lovers, who could be blissfully happy, shackled by some outdated rules and forced to be forever parted.”

With those words, Murphy took a few steps back.

He bid farewell to Lionea very gentlemanly, saying:

“I will wait patiently for your decision, and I think you should really discuss it with Mark before making one.

He’s not so good at this area, and tends to hesitate when revealing his true feelings.

But I believe he would be willing to fight for his unattainable happiness.”

After speaking, Murphy disappeared into the shadows, leaving a silent Bow Knight in place, lost in troubled thought.

She felt herself swayed by Murphy’s words.

A certain desire that had taken root in her heart was adeptly captured by the cunning Governor, and he tempted her onto an unknown path.

What made it most terrifying was Murphy’s insight into the human heart, which at that moment made it very difficult for Lionea to outright refuse him.

Ah, on one hand was the oath she had taken upon joining the Knights Group, and on the other a soul with similar experiences, just as lonely and sensitive as her own…

Truly a difficult question to answer.

Lionea’s indecision was just as Murphy had anticipated.

Persuading someone to break their own rules was never simple, and the august Governor was not in a hurry.

Humming a tune as he headed back to the office, he casually activated his Core Bead to contact a certain Half-Dwarf at Pioneer Fortress.

The atmosphere of the conversation this time was much more relaxed.

“Hey, Dwarf, been doing well these few days?

I’ve got something I’d like to talk to you about and I’m certain you’d be willing to help…”

“Damn you Vampire Miss!

If you dare utter that forbidden word again, I’ll grab my Marshal’s ax and charge over to Crimson Castle to kick your ass!”

“Alright, alright, my dear Half-Dwarf Marshal, please grant me some patience to explain—about the whereabouts of the Frost dwarf’s lord, the negligible role I played in it, and the favor I hope you’ll do for me next.

These three things are connected, and I am willing to share some of the glory with you, knowing it will do no harm to your status within the dwarven society.

It might even make you overlook the way I address you…

Yes!

I firmly believe that!”

—

“Loyal Brother!

Look at the wonderful thing I’ve brought you!”

At noon the next day, Loyal Brother, busy in the armory workshop improving the white phosphorus bombs with some other diligent little players, heard a familiar voice wafting in from outside the facility.

He turned around with a hint of resignation, only to see the “legendary hero” from the Knights Group striding in with a small chest in hand.

This wasn’t this guy’s first visit; the last time, the “otherworldly detonator” he had come up with had left a lasting impression on Loyal Brother.

“What earth-shattering invention have you come up with this time?”

Loyal Brother commented:

“Aren’t your Torrent Knights supposed to be in training recently?

Why do you always have time to fiddle with these dangerous and torturous things?

Doesn’t your leader manage you at all?”

“Oh, I was reassigned to support duty because of my poor horsemanship.

Technically, I only need to participate in basic training.”

The heroic Brother laughed heartily, slapping his chest and whistling, saying:

“Besides, getting on well with the armory is very beneficial for our Knights Group’s military upgrade.

Tepar, Uncle Fuding, and the newly arrived strategy group all agree with my ‘sideline’ work.

But enough about that, come see the good stuff I’ve brought you today.”

He swiftly opened his box, and Loyal Brother heaved a sigh of relief to see that thankfully, it was not a bundle of bombs already counting down.

But then his brow furrowed again as he picked up the crude mechanical device and inspected it, and after a few seconds, he said in astonishment:

“This is a fuze?”

“Correct!

A very crude, very primitive impact fuze.”

The heroic Brother said proudly:

“When I strolled by last time, I heard Nightmare Bat Puppet mention you guys were planning to get some mortars to bolster the front-line firepower.

There’s no time for reproduction now, but with the structure so simple, the only difficulty lies in the mortar shell’s fuze.

So, I spent some time lately digging into it, and managed to replicate this little thing.

An impact fuze of the Burr War era, nothing too high-end.

But I figure it should be enough, right?”

“It’s definitely enough, this thing allows us to mass-produce the shells; our troops’ firepower will see a substantial enhancement…

If Transylvania survives the Black Disaster, Sir Murphy most certainly has to award you a great medal.”

Loyal Brother toyed with the gadget in his hands.

He appraised the legendary hero with a tone which meant “the younger generation is indeed formidable,” saying:

“Nice work, kid, secretly tinkering and coming up with such a device.

It seems you’re truly a ‘genius’ in this field.

Come on, tell your uncle, have you done anything like this before?

Don’t be afraid, tell your uncle!

This uncle’s mouth is famously tight-lipped, it definitely won’t spill a word.”