My Players Are So Fierce

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Tardy Aid – The Embarrassing Moments of Visitors from Exotic Lands_3

1627: 546.

Tardy Aid – The Embarrassing Moments of Visitors from Exotic Lands_3

But this is of no importance now.

A clever woman always knows how to ease the burden of the man she admires.

Adel is clever enough, and she understands that she does not need to stupidly wait for a hundred years before taking action.

She decides to use these hundred years as a prelude, so that tonight a century hence will become the culmination of her emotions with Master Murphy, rather than their beginning.

Heh, only fools expend their efforts on the day of the competition itself.

In reality, the results of every contest are already determined before the starting gun goes off.

Hmm, thank you, Midnight Mother, for blessing me with this wisdom, thank you for bestowing upon me this charm, and thank you for allowing me to be born in such a bewitching form, sparing me the time to sculpt myself into perfection.

Adel, you truly are a fortunate one.

Of course, Adel has not forgotten to thank her “personal advisor on matters of the heart.”

“Lady Shui, I succeeded.

Following your unconventional advice, I played a straight card.

You were right; it’s the most direct approach…

He—he declined, but he gave me a pact for a hundred years.”

“Hmm, that’s wonderful, brimming with that quintessential vampire romance.

Though I won’t live to see the day this relationship fully blossoms, I truly feel proud of you, Adel.

You actually followed through with what I suggested!

You’re so brave.

Also, don’t call me Lady Shui anymore—it feels so distant.

We’re soul sisters who transcend worlds, aren’t we?

We’ve shared our innermost thoughts.

So from now on, just call me Ah Wen.”

Elsewhere, high in the air, Murphy set down the Core Bead, his face stern.

He finally knew who had dared to provide reserved Adel with “military guidance” about matters of the heart.

Lady Shui, what audacity you’ve shown!

To meddle in such things—isn’t that far too bold?

It seems yet another name needs to be added to his “Book of Grudges.”

Fine then.

Tonight, the Blackhand clan gains another fierce warrior!

—

“Boom!”

Scorching violet flames burst forth from malicious arcane formations, piercing the swirling war mist like distant beams of light shimmering through the haze.

The knowledge that calamity strikes beyond can hardly be in doubt.

But passing through the mist to investigate takes a bit of extra courage.

For ordinary people, it’s true.

And for a gang of pirates, it’s doubly so.

The Blood Fear Clan had just lost the left flank of their stronghold.

By logic, a vanguard team ought to be dispatched to reclaim it, securing their remaining leverage in this protracted, exasperating siege.

But as the dust-covered vampire pirates within the central trench exchanged hesitant glances, not a single soul stepped forward to reclaim their usurped flank.

Tch, what ties do those bastards stationed there have to me?

Will he pay me generously?

If neither applies, why should I risk myself to save them?

Just because we’re part of the same crew and under attack by a murderous band of heretics, hanging by a thread—does that mean I ought to abandon the pirates’ first code and foolishly do something without personal gain?

Fuck!

What kind of deluded thinking is that?

Besides, the time for those “underground monsters” to launch their offensive is upon us.

They need to conserve every ounce of ammunition and firepower to finally teach those bastards a lesson.

“Ah, those morons on the flank are doomed.

And now the treasure they’ve hidden somewhere in the islands of the Misty Sea belongs to us.

All we need to do is make our way back to Blood Plunder Bay and locate their treasure map.

Then everyone can make a pretty penny.”

“Provided those guys actually die here.

So, who’s going to finish the job for our poor comrades?”

A scoundrel with a black pirate headscarf, dressed nearly identically to a timeless depiction of a pirate, sneered sinisterly.

From an outward glance, he was indistinguishable from the scum of the Misty Sea.

But his crimson eyes and unnaturally pale skin revealed his distinct identity.

Behold—a rare vampire pirate!

A premium specimen within the pirate trade.

And even though numerous destructive spells continued crashing down nearby, they could not dampen the wolf-like cunning laughter of these wretches from the Misty Sea.

They dressed garishly, as if desperate to embellish themselves with every valuable object they owned, and each carried a gilded or silver-engraved pirate dagger.

Weapons were strapped across their waists or chests—short dwarf muskets slotted into belts, while some gripped sharp harpoons or peculiar nets studded with cruel barbs.

These creatures, who should not have been flourishing on land, were being thoroughly suppressed.

But their slyness ensured minor losses throughout the days-long siege; seasoned veterans of maritime battles, they knew just how to shield themselves in danger zones.

More importantly—they were vampires!

They did not fear death, nor would they succumb to it.

The Seven Elder Clans each possess unique talents—the Blood Vultures commanding the skies, the Brambles prowling in nocturnal shadows, the Blood Covenant pronouncing judgment upon sins, Wolf Poison charging through the wilderlands of monstrous strength.

As for the Blood Fear Clan, their peculiar abilities stem from their insatiable greed.

These beings, in combat, could plunder the strength of others for their own use.

And their rapacious spirits would not rest until their greedy hearts were utterly fulfilled.