My Players Are So Fierce

1364: 460.

You might make a small profit, but I definitely won’t lose_3

1364: 460.

You might make a small profit, but I definitely won’t lose_3

“My soldiers are exceptionally tired from intense battles, and they may need some leisure to relax during their rest period.

If you guys could find some entertainment for my soldiers that won’t affect combat, I would be very satisfied with your help.

Of course, I will provide you with the necessary reward.

Also, my father’s birthday is coming up, and I have been hesitating about what kind of gift to give him.

I hope you could give me some options of rare items to choose from.

My father has a fondness for ancient weapons and some collectibles with exotic styles.”

“Wow, the colonel gave us two quests at once.

That’s really generous.”

As the Calculating Pearl updated Colonel Fraser’s requests to the players’ hands, this group of guys scattered and ran off to do the quests, thoroughly pleased with themselves.

The colonel was somewhat taken aback by their brisk efficiency.

No, are you guys this pragmatic?

Accepting the quest and then running off?

At least make some polite conversation as a courtesy.

He grumbled with complaints and walked around the camp.

When he returned to his tent, he saw people had set up a table at the military camp and put out little square tiles, shouting and inviting off-duty soldiers to play.

The colonel knew it was an entertainment item called “Mahjong.”

He had seen this stuff before when he was with Major Ron at Treasure Bay Casino.

It’s a simple yet devilishly strategic game that’s indeed great for entertainment.

And just as he started to pen his usual daily journal entry, several players came running over with “collectibles” they had somehow acquired.

The colonel stared dumbfounded at the five pieces of ancient rusted weapons laid out before him, completely unable to comprehend the efficiency of these guys.

Do you not need time to find things?

One or two would be fine, but these days, whenever he issued a quest to seek ancient artifacts, loads of warriors were racing back with items that perfectly met his criteria.

What’s up with these Transia People from the mountains?

Meanwhile, the players surrounding the colonel were waiting for him to give them their rewards.

Hehe, luckily Ayu had organized a post on the “Cape Family Favorability Guide” beforehand, letting everyone know the few random tasks Colonel Fraser would issue and what items were needed.

Now some people specialize in collecting ancient weapons in the Polluted Swamp to exchange with others for boosting the colonel’s favorability.

In Polluted Swamp, what other things might be scarce, but these “ancient items” left over from the four Black Disasters are plenty.

Forget about the colonel needing to select exquisite collectibles for his own father, even if Count Leon wanted to get a complete set of ancient soldier remains, the players could piece it together for him.

Isn’t it just about finding ancient battlefields in the swamp and digging?

Pretty simple.

Fraser blinked his eyes.

He suddenly realized that he should also find some fun for himself in his dreary swamp life, so, as usual, he gave several players a hefty compensation.

As they counted their coins, the colonel suddenly coughed a few times and said,

“In addition to being a soldier, I am also a writer.

I am collecting materials to document the whole process of the swamp battle.

I’ve heard that those Jackal Warlocks carry some racial marks and texts on them.

I know it’s dangerous, but I also believe that the warriors of Transia can always meet my needs.

Therefore, I entrust this important task to you…”

“Fuck!

A new quest we haven’t seen before, this must be a special task that triggers only after reaching certain favorability with the colonel.

Quick, accept it.”

The “Ruthless Mantis” player yelled to his brothers, and they eagerly accepted the quest and ran off.

Then they posted new information in the forum.

The colonel watched all this and smiled wryly.

He wrote in his diary:

“The mountain people of Transia obviously have a simple enthusiasm, perhaps because their tradition never allows them to refuse any requests from those they consider friends, no matter how difficult, they’re always 100% committed…”

In another place, in the command room of Klim Fortress, General Winter Wolf Baldwin listened to his aide’s report with an egg-aching face.

He put down his cigar and exhaled a smoke ring,

“Did those weird Transia People really clean every room of the fortress according to our demands and even cleared a bunch of hidden Ghouls from the sewers?

Are they crazy?

To complete such an obviously provocative task so well?

Where did Governor Morphy find these freaks?”

“Yes, General, Transia People cannot be measured by common sense.”

The resigned aide said softly,

“They’re also asking our Quartermaster for more work, perhaps to gain our favor, but military discipline at Klim Fortress is strict, and we really have no more tasks to assign them.”

“Who says there’s none?”

General Winter Wolf sneered and stood up,

“Governor Morphy has requested that we sell a portion of our armaments to his soldiers at cost price.

Although the Duchess Shani’s orders make it hard for us to refuse this request, it doesn’t mean we are friends with the Transia People.

If they want to continue to get our military equipment at a low price, they need to show their worth!

If they’re happy to take on the work, then give them the weapons maintenance that the soldiers need to carry out and some of the tedious castle upkeep as well.

If necessary, even toilet cleaning could be left to them.

But keep an eye on them, don’t let them have contact with the Armed Blood Servants in the castle…

This could be a test from Morphy!

The ten thousand Armed Blood Servants at Klim Fortress are a major threat; we can’t assimilate them, nor can we trust them.

Alas, the Thorn Clan’s overly successful persuasion has left me with a difficult mess to deal with!

Maybe it’s time to think of a way to deal with this headache of a problem before the real outbreak of the Black Disaster.”