My Players Are So Fierce

1517: 510.

Oh Midnight Mother, there are just so many beautiful things in Transylvania!

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1517: 510.

Oh Midnight Mother, there are just so many beautiful things in Transylvania!

_3

Legend has it that if a love is blessed by him, then that love will assuredly bloom and bear fruit, walking into perfection.

It must be said, this is indeed a terrifying superstition.

However, in the hearts of countless ladies across the Continent, the handsome and peerless Rose Knight, Palano, truly is the earthly spokesperson of the “God of Love,” if there is indeed such a deity in the Star Realm.

But, when faced with Andre’s request, Palano still chose to shake his head.

He sighed and said:

“Ah, love, the dangerous rose atop the cliff, anyone who wishes to pluck it must endure terrible torment.

I will not bless you at this time, but I will observe you, Andre.

When the time is right, I promise, if I am certain of your heart, then I will bestow upon you my blessing.”

Having said that, the Rose Knight turned his gaze towards Murphy, and spoke with a somber tone:

“The lands of Transylvania always produce such jaw-droppingly bizarre events; to be honest, I’m beginning to regret agreeing to come here on Lord Paryen’s orders.

Tonight’s encounter makes me worry about the future of an outstanding young member of our clan.

He might do something dreadful in the future due to this overly twisted love, and I’ve seen too much of that already…”

“But that’s the unique charm of this haunted place that you can’t help but experience,”

Murphy laughed heartily, then seriously said:

“So, Knight Palano, can I confirm that you are here by the command of Lord Paryen, to protect the Werewolf who will be the future spokesman of civilization?”

“Yes, after receiving the orders, I hastened here from Greeney Island day and night.”

The Rose Knight nodded and said:

“Triss told me that the Werewolf named ‘Hog’ is currently in Bataxin City having a conversation with Lady Shani, whom I consider the seventh Goddess in my heart, correct?”

“Why is ‘Winter Fox’ rated as number seven, while I’m pushed outside the top twenty?”

Immediately, Triss, feeling very dissatisfied, slapped her chair and said:

“Your ‘Goddess ranking’ seriously has issues, Palano.”

Facing Triss’s complaint, the Rose Knight could only respond with an awkward, forced smile.

He couldn’t just tell her that in this era, she is already a “has-been Goddess”, could he?

That truth would be too disheartening.

“Hog will return to Crimson Castle in two days, and then he will pass through the Polluted Swamp to track down the Werewolf’s Civilization Slate in the Dark Mountain Range.”

Murphy took over the conversation, softly saying:

“Speaking of the Civilization Slate, I must confirm, has the Blood Covenant Knight Order defense line near Wasteland Mountain still been unable to find any trace of Tear Flesh?”

“No, I confirmed with Lord Hether two hours ago.”

Palano sighed while saying:

“He’s already searched all around Wasteland Mountain, but still no sign of the Magician Tear Flesh.

Either he has already fled deep into the Dark Mountain Range, or something happened to him on the road.

But either way, this situation is quite troubling for our upcoming actions.

Although I am one of the Golden Ones, I am not skilled in tracking, and I really don’t want to deal with the Third Lord who excels at this…

You have no idea how terrifying that woman is.

She plans to capture me as her plaything, treating my pride in purity as a trophy that she must obtain.

Luckily, I am somewhat capable.”

“Alas, whenever I hear about the internal affairs of the Blood Covenant Knights Group, I can’t help but feel your organization really has problems,”

Murphy criticized, and Palano had nothing to say in response.

Because he himself also thought that the three Lords of the Blood Covenant Knights Group, including himself, are not exactly what one would call proper vampires…

“I suggest letting Andre and his White Mountain Faction temporarily join your command.

They are huntresses personally trained by Lady Shani and are very adept at tracking.”

Murphy said to Palano:

“At the same time, Bow Knight Lady Lainnia from the Third Lord’s command and her escorts are also on duty in Transylvania.

They can serve under you for the mission of escorting Hog.

With this arrangement, you will not be proceeding alone.”

“Hmm, that’s a very appropriate arrangement, I have no objections.”

Palano actually did not care about who was assisting him.

He might be a pure love maniac, but his strength was admittedly formidable, and protecting a member of the Wolf People was absolutely a breeze for him.

“Then let’s first participate in the Holy Blood Festival at Crimson Castle.”

Murphy invited:

“After the Holy Blood Festival celebration is over, we can set off together to Wasteland Mountain.

As the Governor of Transylvania, I must personally check the battlefront I have chosen and take the opportunity to experience the local customs of the Dark Mountain Range.”

“Hmm, I had originally planned to hurry back to the headquarters of the Knights Group to participate in the Blood Covenant Clan’s Holy Blood Festival, but since such a beautiful lady has issued the invitation, it would be impolite of me to refuse.”

The Rose Knight showed an expectant expression, and he said:

“Then let me see just how beautiful a festival can be born in this land.”

“You will find that it will be quite an eye-opener.”

Murphy revealed an exceedingly implicit smile.

Such full confidence made Palano very curious too, a curiosity that lasted until the next morning when the Holy Blood Festival celebrations kicked off in the city center’s square.

When the “Fashion Show” meticulously prepared by the Silver Moon Pride Team began, with Lady Shui leading the girls in clothes filled with otherworldly charm for the first wave of runway show, not only was Knight Palano shocked to the point of gaping, but all the gentlemen and ladies of the city truly had their eyes opened.

It proved Little Wei Ming’s worries about the storytellers under Brother Meow’s command stealing their spotlight were entirely needless.

Lady Shui’s confidence was not unfounded.

Just half an hour into the festival, the areas around the other four exhibition booths were deserted, while their side was not merely surging in popularity; it was bursting at the seams with excitement.

With each group of ladies in different styles making their catwalk, whistles and cheers set off waves in the crowd below; were it not forbidden to throw coins as “tips,” the air would probably be filled with copper coins that could mar the lovely faces of these girls.

The climax of the atmosphere came when the four golden flowers put on the qipaos meticulously designed by Lady Shui and took the stage.

Every single man in the audience had eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Palano in the stands was so excited that he pulled out a big bunch of Midnight Roses, and like “fairies scattering flowers,” showered down those precious blossoms from his rose garden, only found there, from the sky, marking a perfect temporary pause to the show.

Lady Shui’s design called for two shows each morning and afternoon; one reason was to take care of the ladies’ stamina, and the other was, it wouldn’t be good to dominate the spotlight at the expense of other participants.

But, as for this morning’s explosive popularity, it has already been confirmed that their booth had locked in the top prize for this Holy Blood Festival.

“So beautiful!

Just too beautiful!

This is simply a gathering of endless beauty; I had never imagined that mere matching of clothing with beauties could create such a stunning effect!”

Palano was trembling with excitement.

He quickly sketched in his notebook to record the grand event, and then said to Murphy beside him, who was smiling without a word:

“Truly, Transia is the Land of Miracles!

The beauty that can be born here will surely be unparalleled across the Continent.

Hmm, the theme of the show after two hours is ‘Desert Charm’?

That’s so exciting.

Governor, may I purchase some beautiful clothes to take back and gift to my Goddesses?”

“Of course, you can talk to Lady Shui about this transaction.”

Murphy gave a beaming smile as she handed a handkerchief to the Rose Knight, whispering:

“Don’t get so excited, Lord Palano, you’ve got a nosebleed…”

“Oh, an old problem of mine.”

The Rose Knight shrugged indifferently, explaining:

“I tend to get nosebleeds when I see things that shock my soul.

I had this issue even when I was human…

Hm?

What’s happening over there?

I heard they’re telling stories about Avalon, so is it the spread of faith?”

“No, they’re performing cross-talk comedy.

That’s also a new specialty of Transia, definitely worth savoring.”