My Players Are So Fierce

1520: 511.

The mysterious gift players want to give Sir Morphy…_3

1520: 511.

The mysterious gift players want to give Sir Morphy…_3

She really liked this flavor.

After Colonel Fraser finally calmed down, Milian skillfully rolled up the noodles with chopsticks and said to him as he watched:

“I have to say, I overreacted that night, Fraser.

I just got carried away, feeling like you were shaming me with talk of ancestry.

But I bear no ill will towards you personally; you are a good man in every sense, which is indisputable.”

“I know.

My reaction afterward was also very impolite.”

The colonel sighed and said:

“Biqi made me realize that my biggest mistake was negating the achievements you’ve worked hard for with the ancestry you’ve never cared about.

During my time in the marshes, I also pondered over it.

If I were in your situation, I’m afraid I would have drawn my sword right away.

It truly was an insult to a friend’s character, the most reprehensible and stupid thing I have ever done.

I must apologize to you, but the marsh war delayed my actions.”

“It wasn’t that exaggerated.”

Milian took a few bites of noodles, satisfied, she took a sip of water and then exhaled to the colonel:

“Compared to the bullying I faced at Shaldo University, your reaction was quite gentle, Fraser.

I know your intentions are good, but I must tell you, you’re moving too fast, perhaps because you’ve never played the role of a pursuer in matters of the heart.

But my advice to you is to take it slow.

Whether it’s me or things with Biqi.”

“Ah?”

The colonel looked at the governor in surprise and said:

“You mean…

I still have a chance?”

“Not necessarily.”

Milian smiled implicitly and said:

“At least I don’t plan on it in the next few years.

The heavy burden of Transylvania lies ahead, and I don’t have much time to care about personal life changes.

I think you’re the same; a great time in life should be spent chasing your career, after all, you have such a large family business waiting for you to inherit.”

“That makes sense.”

Fraser nodded, picked up a noodle with his fork and put it in his mouth, then shook his head and sighed:

“Transylvanian delicacies are too spicy, not something I can handle right now.”

“Hmm, I feel like you’re making a pun, you disrespectful man.”

Milian snorted and said:

“But I won’t hold it against you.

Do you have anything to do after the meal?

If not, come with me to a place.

I know the warriors have secretly prepared a gift for Governor Morphy.

I think it will definitely be interesting.

Do you want to go see it?”

“Of course, I’m currently gathering material for my second travelogue.”

The colonel laughed heartily, slapped his bag, and said:

“I’m in need of more interesting events to fill this story.”

“Don’t get too excited too soon.”

Milian took a sip of water, rolled her eyes and said:

“Because I’ve also invited Biqi…”

“This…”

The colonel’s face immediately soured.

Given his understanding of Biqi, that straightforward knight lady probably wouldn’t be as gentle as Milian in making up with him.

Indeed, it turned out to be true.

When Milian arrived at Blood Vulture Corridor with Fraser, Biqi, dressed in light armor, jumped up happily and waved to Milian, but when she saw Fraser, her face fell and she clenched her fists.

“What’s this hateful guy doing here?”

Biqi chastised:

“Do I need to beat you up to make my point?”

“No, I’m just here to collect material.”

Colonel Fraser replied weakly:

“I have no intention of issuing any challenges, Biqi.

As you wish, the notice of our engagement dissolution has been written and sent back to the family.

In half a month, we will have nothing to do with each other.”

“Tsk, that’s more like it.”

The young Knight Lady was finally satisfied.

She happily grabbed Milian’s wrist and walked back to the corridor, with Fraser following behind them like a little lackey, a look of helplessness on his face.

Think of the bright side, at least I didn’t get beaten up by Biqi.

Well, that’s today’s great victory!

Soon, the three of them reached the progeny hall in the corridor, where the “Holy Blood Festival” was being held, a traditional event where the people ruled by vampires pay tribute to their rulers with celebratory gifts.

In the past, this was just a formality, but not this year.

Lady Triss seated at the head was almost bursting with joy as she looked at the boxes of fine wines being presented.

These were “gifts” voluntarily put together by people from various residential areas, even from the Ancestral Forest, with the Holy Grail Knight Valande from the Mountain People personally delivering the alcohol, symbolizing the subjugation of the Mountain People.

However, there was a subtle change when it was the players’ turn to present gifts.

Because their gifts were not for The Grand Duke of Triss, but for Governor Morphy sitting beside Triss.

Morphy sensed something was off when he saw the players coming forward with a mysterious smile, happily carrying a box.

And when the Broken Sword Master, acting as the gift presenter, personally lifted the red cloth over the box and took out something, Morphy completely lost his composure.

His eyes twitching as he looked at the Samurai sword wrapped with white bandages in the hands of the Broken Sword Master, and that wooden food-stall chair behind him, intricately carved to replicate exactly the shape of the “monstrosity” from Morphy’s memory.

And what’s more ridiculous is that Brother Mao on the side was holding a set of blue leather coats and a battle suit replicated with almost 100% accuracy.

This guy even thoughtfully prepared a pair of long riding boots.

“Great Sir Morphy, please allow me, on behalf of all the foreigners, to present our gifts for the Holy Blood Festival!

These three items represent our blessings for your successful military exploits!”

Broken Sword Master held the sword aloft and shouted amidst the laughter of the surrounding players:

“This Demon Blade ‘Yan Mo’, battle suit ‘Black Knight’, and most importantly ‘The Throne’…

we call it ‘Pavilion’!

In our world, these three items symbolize endless power!

We offer the replicas to you as a sign of our sincere blessings.

Please accept our gifts.”

Morphy kept a straight face.

He regarded the three items before him with a subtle look, especially the farcical “infirmary” chair.

He could feel the players around him watching him.

Everyone was waiting for the reaction of the distinguished mainline NPC to these three gifts.

How could he, as the Dog Planner, let his adorable players feel disappointed?

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Sir Morphy stood up, took the sword from Broken Sword Master, drawing one-third of it in an instant – he really wanted to use this thing to chop the bloody blacksmith before him.

But in the end, Morphy merely walked forward and gently caressed the white dining chair, murmuring:

“What kind of Pavilion is this…”

“Holy cow!

How can it be such a perfect replica?”

The surrounding players exclaimed, immediately pulling out their Calculating Pearls to snap photos rapidly.

Seeing them so happy, a cold smile also surfaced on Morphy’s lips.

Very well!

You’re happy and that’s good.

Now it’s time for Governor Morphy to have some “fun.”

“Swish”

Morphy pulled out the white dining chair and sat on it, both hands resting on the Yan Mo blade, staring at the people before him, and declared:

“Then, let the warriors’ challenge begin!”