My Players Are So Fierce

1514: 509.

Demons Dance Wildly at the Festival of Holy Blood, much to the delight of people of all ages_3

1514: 509.

Demons Dance Wildly at the Festival of Holy Blood, much to the delight of people of all ages_3

In the past, during the agricultural slack season in Transylvania, over half of the bandits claiming hills as their kingdoms were actually local villagers in disguise.

The vampires didn’t care at all; they were more than happy for the locals to have a good livelihood that enabled them to support themselves.

Anyway, this story really does have a sense of immersion!

Especially when Ring Attack, spit flying, described how Natalie descended like a demon star under the cover of night to attack Golden Flower territory, leading a group including Little Anpo “up the mountain,” the young and old audience members around him were all shouting in excitement.

Some even threw coins onto the stage, prompting Ring Attack to gratefully bow his thanks all over again.

Little Wei Ming’s eyes were opened wide by this scene.

He had heard before that Brother Meow’s gang had a unique approach to preaching, and today he got to see it firsthand.

Fuck me, so this is how you preach?

Awesome, awesome!

What was even more hilarious was, as Little Wei Ming was about to leave, finding these crappy adaptations unbearable, he suddenly spotted two familiar figures in the crowd.

Despite their disguises, weren’t those Miss Anbo wearing a hood and her “flower-protecting messenger” Niu Niu?

“Hey!

Caught you!”

Before Miss Anbo and Niu Niu, who were hiding in the crowd and about to kiss, could even touch lips, Little Wei Ming slapped them on the shoulders, causing both to blush deeply.

Niu Niu, as thick-skinned as a dead pig that fears no scalding water, even smiled and wrapped his arm around Miss Anbo’s waist, as if declaring his territory.

But Little Wei Ming completely ignored him, turning instead to look at Miss Anbo, who was wearing a pirate eye patch.

She said with suspicion:

“They’re making fun of you up there on stage, and you’re not even angry, just happily listening?

Geez, how big is your heart?”

“Ah?

That’s not making fun.”

Miss Anbo shrugged and said earnestly:

“That’s the truth!

I really was shackled and taken to the Saxon Region by King Louis’ soldiers, and it was Natalie who saved me; otherwise, I would have died in the barracks long ago.

The warriors’ adaptations are based on real events; they’ve just done a tiny bit of artistic processing.

And you know what, my plain old story becomes pretty exciting after their adaptation!

The only thing is, the beginning part where they talk about the Avalon god’s decree of thirty-six Sanctuary angels and seventy-two Divine Spirits of Nature coming down to face calamity is a bit exaggerated.

Old Eugene really dislikes such rough-and-tumble propaganda.

He believes that if the Avalon god really sent people down, it should be in a dignified manner, but you can’t fend off local believers who love these kinds of stories.

This ‘White Knight Legend’ is currently the most well-received preaching story series, followed by the epic battle between the Avalon god and Na Gou.

However, some more rational believers find the idea of a Divine Spirits’ great war a bit unrealistic and listen to it as mere myth.

But the White Knight Legend happened right around everyone here, and some people have truly seen Old Feinock, and he did indeed make great sacrifices for this land, so it appeals to both young and old.”

“That’s right.”

Niu Niu also chimed in, squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke:

“Although Old Eugene doesn’t like the wildness in this story, if believers address him by his nickname from the story, ‘Sky-Hunting Eagle Hunter,’ he won’t deny it.

It’s Mother Mary Ann who doesn’t like her nickname; she feels ‘Ice-Face Lightning Striker’ doesn’t match her image at all.”

“Wow, you guys are too much!”

Little Wei Ming said, covering his face:

“If this keeps up, the good old Avalon Cathedral is going to turn into a bandit’s den.

Not to say anything, but doesn’t the God of Nature care?

Just letting you mess around like this?”

“My god has gained thousands of believers in the past three months, and counting the sincere pilgrims coming from the Kato area, the Avalon Cathedral is now a large organization with tens of thousands of members.”

Ambo casually responded:

“Not just Natalie and me, even Old Eugene didn’t expect the missionary work to go so smoothly.

He has to kneel in the Sanctuary every Sunday to report our consecutive victories in the missionary work to my Divine Spirit.

What’s worse is that Natalie and I have to kneel there with him.

It practically breaks our legs every time.

There’s no denying that the overly exciting stories from the warriors have played a significant positive role in this process, making many unbelievers gain a reverence for the God of Nature after hearing them.

If even Old Eugene and Mother Mary Ann think this method is fine, then as a junior, I naturally just enjoy listening.”

“Does your leg hurt?”

Niu Niu said from the side:

“Find a place to rest, I’ll give you a rub.

I just learned a new massage technique yesterday.”

“Sure.”

With a giggly response from Ambo, a group of lovey-dovey dogs happily made their way toward the small stalls around the square.

Meanwhile, Little Wei Ming stayed put, looking at Brother Meow’s increasingly hot booth.

She was quite worried, not about the future of the Church of Avalon, but whether her own booth could outdo Brother Meow’s unique approach on the opening day of the Holy Blood Festival.

This has a faith bonus!

Damn!

People are really cunning in this society.

What was once a sure bet now seems to have waves again.

No, I can’t keep slacking off here; I need to hurry to Treasure Bay and discuss some strategies with “Lady Shui”.

And while Little Wei Ming was anxiously fretting over whether her own booth could take the lead, in the commercial district of the Crimson Castle, the newly promoted ironmonger of the Blood Vulture Clan, Broken Sword Master, and Hundred forging big horse were carefully placing a newly quenched weapon on the crafting table.

Hundred forging big horse, with a swoosh, opened the design drawing and compared it to the final product, then said to his older brother:

“I still think what we’re doing is a bit risky.

Are you sure Sir Morphy will accept this ‘gift’?”

“No problem, I’m sure!”

Broken Sword Master, wearing safety goggles, gestured grandly, and said:

“I’ve checked the local customs.

There is indeed a tradition of Blood Servants giving gifts to their superiors during the Holy Blood Festival, but it’s always been a mere formality.

Now that the dev team wants us to be involved in the preparations and festivities of the Holy Blood Festival, we must follow the tradition, right?

It’s just the two of us in our forge, and the other brothers we’re in touch with can’t get into the game yet because of the review process, so it’s up to us two to handle this Holy Blood Festival.

If we can’t guarantee a booth, at the very least, we can’t let the pride of our manufacturers be tarnished.

I’ve already spoken with “Lady Shui”, and Mao Brother will take care of making that set of clothes; we just need to handle the weapons and accessories, hehe, this will surely make us stand out at the Holy Blood Festival!

At the very least, it will ‘make a name for a fortune’, ha ha ha ha ha.”

“Uh, I think we’re lucky if he doesn’t beat us up, that’s an AI, he must know what our gift implies…”

“Shut up!

Get to work!

There’s only one day left, hurry up and finish this sword, and then we’ll show everyone a good time!”

“Ao.”