My Players Are So Fierce

1434: 483.

Hog: Do you think I still have a chance?

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1434: 483.

Hog: Do you think I still have a chance?

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The Governor had already received the frontline battle reports, so when the communication was established, she formally congratulated Murphy’s warriors on their splendid victory, but then she promptly started discussing the upcoming tasks in a very business-like manner.

This seamless transition in conversation seemed natural, making Murphy reflect that Milian might have awakened some extraordinary traits.

Hey, your standard disenchanted tone when discussing work with superiors as a female corporate slave is really enough!

I’ve told you all, don’t go surfing through those weird series on the forums and getting immersed in them.

The lives of different world people are not the same as our current situation!

“Regarding the third stronghold, the most suitable guild available for appointment is naturally the ‘Crimson Beast Group’ who recently entered the Hall of Fame.

Whether it’s their contributions in this battle, their loyalty towards the Transia regime, or their important ecological niche within the Blood Vulture Clan, all these factors make them a symbol of ‘commendation’.”

Milian said to Murphy:

“Because the Crimson Beast Group has fully transformed into vampires, once they are granted governance over the third stronghold ‘Wolf Castle’, they can also treat it as an opportunity for the Blood Vulture Clan to pioneer in the direction of Polluted Swamp, which could also enhance your and Lady Triss’s prestige within the Vampire Society.

However, the problem with the Crimson Beast Group is that they are all combat professionals.

A few administrators are currently serving as village heads and managers at the collective farm four, meaning if they take control of Wolf Castle, there won’t be enough members available for routine management.

On top of that, the war-torn area needs rebuilding.

This series of events will heavily drain their energy, considering they are a core force among the new members of the Blood Vulture Clan, thus you need to make a choice.

If this affects the strength enhancement of the group members, then it’s undoubtedly a loss.”

“Okay, I’ve heard the administrative team’s advice.”

Murphy nodded and said:

“Then let’s prepare the documents for transfer of governance of the stronghold and start the registration procedure, the stronghold’s repair and rebuilding will be assisted by the Bloodclaw Clan.

As for management…

They have extensive connections and can quickly find suitable candidates when needed.

At least before the end of the Black Disaster, the third stronghold will serve as a semi-military gathering place; however, I never really had any impractical illusions about the development of towns in the swamp.

But, the Avalon Church is preparing to create a small ‘Natural Woodland’ near Wolf Castle in the swamp using leftover Treants; remember to approve a land title document for them.

Lastly, Milian, I need you to prepare two gifts in the name of the Governor’s Residence of Transia and send envoys to deliver them to the Goldenrod Kingdom and Nordtov Kingdom.

These are gifts for King Louis and Wolf Queen Majesty.

I and Triss have already selected the main gifts; your responsibility is to choose envoys and draft a series of appropriate diplomatic phrases.

This is Transia’s first official diplomatic gesture towards our two neighboring states, and it holds significant importance; I hope you take this seriously.”

“Leave it to me.”

Milian said confidently:

“I’ll complete this task!

Also, regarding your last proposal…

the one about the players’ festival, my secretary has prepared the plan, and I need you to review and confirm it.

The significant festival for vampires, the Holy Blood Festival, is in ten days.

If you plan to celebrate along with the people, then the entire Blood Vulture Corridor should start preparing decorations now.

Also, the personnel to be sent to Charldo Harbor have almost finished their final preparations; they will depart after the Holy Blood Festival.”

“Alright, I’ll head back after I finish things here.”

Murphy replied, and then turned back to look at Triss who was standing by the window holding a glass of wine and watching the ruins outside; he said,

“By the way, how did you all use to celebrate the Holy Blood Festival?”

“As vampire’s grand banquet of course, fine wines, fine foods, and a continuous ten-day ball, it’s been the same every year.

Honestly, after living past a hundred years, there isn’t much anticipation left for the blood race during the Holy Blood Festival.

You hardly see necessary breakthroughs or changes in vampire society.

You could sleep for a day and feel everything around you has changed, but after sleeping for ten years and waking up, you’d realize nothing has changed.

It’s completely stagnant.

The only thing to look forward to was the ‘Holy Blood Wine’ distributed by the Clan Leader to the clan members on the last day of the festival.”

Triss took a sip of her wine, turning around she said:

“It’s a drink made by adding a trace of specially processed Origin Blood into the blood wine, providing a slight, almost negligible, boost in strength to the vampires.

For the weaker clan members, that was free strength.

Besides that, the entire festival was plain.

However, the people of Cardman City really looked forward to the Holy Blood Festival every year, because during those ten days, vampires would stay in their castles drinking and reveling all night, too preoccupied to bother them, and every day bread with jam was distributed free of charge, everyone could eat their fill.

It can be said that those ten days of the Holy Blood Festival were the ten days when the ethnic tensions within Transia were most relaxed each year, regrettably, once the ten days passed, everything reverted to its terrible state.

So, I’m quite looking forward to how you will spend the first Holy Blood Festival under your rule in Transia.”

“This isn’t something I can decide alone.”

Murphy shrugged, taking the wine glass handed to him by Triss.

He looked at the lipstick mark on the rim and then glanced at Triss, he raised the glass and drank from it like an indirect kiss.

He said:

“I’ll turn this into an event; I’ll only give them a theme, as to how my warriors want to spend their first large festival in Transia, it’s entirely up to them.

I believe that my warriors won’t let me down when it comes to creativity in this area.

Ah, speaking of the Holy Blood Festival…

It just struck me, our conquest of the King of Bone Biting might also warrant a third gift to be presented to Lord Paryen, allowing the Lord to also savor the taste of victory with us.

Triss, since you’ve met Lord Paryen, what kind of gift do you think he would like?”

“Emmmm, it doesn’t matter what the gift is, but it must be artistically impressive!

Otherwise, Lord Paryen won’t even glance at it; he actually is rather easy to please.

Salockdale used to excel at this; his gifts always made Lord Paryen personally write a thank you letter back, but our old Clan Leader was probably the individual with the highest artistic appreciation among the Blood Vulture Clan.

After his unfortunate death, the remaining ones are all country bumpkins.

Hmm, including this drunkard here.”