My Players Are So Fierce

She waved her wand, allowing a faint, cold glimmer to swirl once around the old Earl, causing his aggressive stance to quickly cease, pacifying the Spirit of Anger beneath his helmet to a calm neutrality.

For the first time, the old Earl seemed to awaken from the emotions death had brought.

He moved his neck, casting a curious gaze toward the oddly dressed Nifytelli, as Lady Xike’s Spiritual Body also floated out from her husband’s body at that moment; the delicate resentful spirit had already understood.

She called out for help in the air towards Nifytelli:

“Save us! Your Excellency, the Walker of the Death Moon, my husband and I are both being controlled by them! This city is the same, the power of death torments us, it roars every moment demanding we take vengeance and destroy.

It’s like a hell implanted in our minds, leaving us no peace!

Help us!

You have the power to save us.”

“I have come precisely for this.”

At this moment, Nifytelli no longer bore a crazed demeanor; instead, a calmness and dignity necessary for a Priest of the Dead took its place, she said in a deep voice:

“Just death will never demand revenge from the deceased; what you’re hearing is not the echo of the Netherworld’s judgment. Someone has shamelessly altered everything after your death, preventing you from resting, and barring you from the road of the dead.

Those people can, like me, perceive the Netherworld Will and manipulate that great power to a limited extent.

They have established a permanent Spirit of Anger ritual within this castle and the surrounding cities, allowing your anger after death to be retained and used to reform and twist you with this ugly emotion.

They are attempting to create a true Netherworld Army in Transylvania, with you two as the chosen Netherworld Lords, or perhaps Grave Kings.

What blasphemy!

But this transformation is incomplete, so there is still hope for you!

Calm down, my lady and my lord, I need you to temporarily return to the indifferent mindset of the dead so that I can better assess your current status.

Please trust me!

I am the living walker of the Death Moon!

I am your compatriot and soul guide, I come with the Netherworld Oracle from the Moon Holy City to cleanse the sins after death on this land, I will soothe this city’s loss and sorrow.”

The proclamation from the Mummy Girl was as grand as it was solemn.

Murphy also noticed that as Nifytelli raised the name of the Moon Holy City, the heavy force enshrouding the study seemed to change, appearing lighter… or more ethereal.

This made him realize there was no need for further combat, so he stepped back, allowing Nifytelli to take charge of the scene.

He and Triss stood by to act as protectors for the Mummy Girl.

The old Earl, seated on the throne of the dead, remained silent; it was said he was not a man of many words in life, being typically reticent like a Mountain People, but Lady Xike continued to converse with Nifytelli.

This lady, with half-blood of the Half-body Man, seemed to inherit the vivid personality of the Half-body Man, and even though mockery seemed inappropriate under such circumstances, Murphy still thought she must have been driven nearly mad from posthumous boredom.

Seeing someone who could calm her down, she began to chatter incessantly, describing her experiences during this period like a chattering lark.

“I just said why Ellen is so short, not like a Mountain People at all.”

Murphy whispered in Triss’s ear:

“Turns out she perfectly inherited her mother’s petite height, look, how Lady Counts stands next to the old Earl like a classic little girl, tsk tsk, who would have thought that the old Earl, a rough Mountain People man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually liked this type?

Truly, one can’t judge by appearances.”

“Uh…”

Triss rolled her eyes helplessly and explained after Murphy’s mocking finished:

“The leader of the Mountain People is like a normal person, but the Half-body Man is an Eternal Species; as far as I know, Lady Countess is much older than the old Earl, so what you see is just what you think it is. The fact is not that the old Earl likes little girls, but rather, a little girl is nurturing him…

Although I don’t have much interaction with Count Xike, I know that when he was very young, the Countess returned from Charldo Harbor to become his family’s grammar tutor.”

In terms of forum slang, this wave is called a reversed student taking the lead.”

“Ah, this!”

Hearing this overly complex secret about the Earl, Murphy found it a little hard to process for a moment. It seems Little Sheron, this Sly Ghost, is aware that her parents’ love story is a bit horrifyingly scandalous, which is why she has been careful to hide it.

Or perhaps, Little Sheron doesn’t even know these old stories? This is practically her parents’ dark past, right?

“Could you two consider the feelings of the people involved while gossiping about us?”

As Murphy and Triss exchanged these strange things, the once silent old Earl suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice:

“Could you at least lower your voices symbolically? After death came, my senses have been enhanced substantially, if it weren’t for my current strange state that disallows anger, perhaps I should teach you what etiquette is with my Vam’s Cold Warhammer!”

“Well, it’s not just your senses that have been enhanced, Lord West Ke Mail.”

Triss, indeed seasoned and knowledgeable with thick skin, acted as if nothing had happened, held the Nocturne Wand and sensed a pulse, very seriously saying: