My Players Are So Fierce

The generosity of the Blood Fear Clan made Murphy feel a bit troubled, especially after he told Triss about it, even the Blood Vulture Duke sensed the gravity of the situation.

“So, did Babro tell you personally that they really have a second purpose for coming to Transylvania?

And it’s related to some disaster?”

In Triss’s laboratory, busy mixing some things that Murphy couldn’t understand, Triss asked:

“And they got the prophecy from the Stargazers of the Kalem Ancient Country?”

“Yeah, that’s what he said, and I used the Desire Ability to listen, it’s not a lie.

Babro and Claire are indeed very anxious, that kind of hidden fear can’t be faked, they must be in big trouble.”

Murphy leaned to the side, admiring his formidable girlfriend performing alchemical operations with grace.

He said softly:

“To make a bunch of greedy pirates voluntarily give up their money, I can’t even imagine how troublesome this could be, but we do need their help.

I suspect these guys got more than just a prophecy from the mysterious magicians of the East.

There might be solutions too.”

“That’s only natural.

If there’s one faction in this world that excels in mastering prophecy spells, apart from the Weaver of Destiny of the Shadow Elves, it would be the Royal Sky Watch Observatory of the Ancient Kingdom of Kolhum.”

Triss poured a tube of solution into a heated crystal bottle, saying:

“Back then, I was traveling the continent intending to go to the Kalem Ancient Country, but just as I crossed the Dark Mountain Range to reach the Western Dragon Back, a Stargazer was already there waiting for me and persuaded me to turn back.

That mysterious guy told me that my destiny didn’t lie in the East.

And now that I think about it, that guy seemed to be hinting at me to be prepared for being backstabbed by Salockdale.

But I was too young and reckless at that time, so full of myself that I didn’t listen at all.

Sigh, those guys really have some skills.

If they have revealed certain truths to the Blood Fear Clan, then given the pirates’ superstitious nature, Babro and Claire might really put everything on us.

But I am not very concerned about the fate of the Blood Fear Clan right now.

Since Lord Paryen has promised them they can return to the continent, the Blood Covenant Clan won’t ignore the Blood Fear issue.

They have allies too.

What I am worried about now is your strategy, you know.

Once you deploy the halflings’ airships in the war, it means the halflings will see Transylvania as an unwelcome guest.

Is it really worth it?”

Triss looked at Murphy and asked:

“Didn’t you say in your plan for Transylvania, the industrial power held by the halflings is a very important part?

Closing the door of friendship this way seems a bit rash, turning a relationship that can be sustained long-term into a one-off deal, this doesn’t seem like your style.”

“How am I supposed to explain this to you, Triss?”

Murphy rubbed his brow and said:

“We are certain this time the Black Disaster will bring earth-shattering impacts to the continent, perhaps everything we used to know will change because of this war.

I’ve been thinking about what the worst outcome of the Black Disaster could evolve into these past few days, and in my imagination, I think the isolationism maintained by the halflings for hundreds of years is most likely to be completely ruined because of this war.

By then, the halflings will be struggling to care for themselves, and the Steam Lords won’t have much time and energy to deal with the diplomatic deterioration with Transylvania.

And conversely, referring to their current cooperation mode with the Goldenrod Kingdom, I guess those halflings are not going to assist us in developing the territory with the noble ideal of ‘promoting technology.’

I could sell Transylvania’s commercial interests to the Lupa to exchange for the materials we need, but that doesn’t work with the halflings.

Once those guys’ factories move in, with their terrifying productivity and greedy appetite, Transylvania will quickly become a cheap source of raw materials and a dumping ground for goods, which is not the same as the greediness and decripitude of the old mud foot giant Nordtof of Charldo Harbor.

And because of the Black Disaster, there’s a high probability that the halflings won’t waste time on us here.

More and more signals show that a chaotic era is approaching, we probably won’t be able to gradually learn and grow and recover bit by bit.

Seizing this opportunity to obtain the machinery we need from the halflings is a necessary strategy, but if it can only be exploited once, then might as well do it big!

As for future technological and industrial development…

We have the knowledge of the foreigners, I don’t think those valuable insights are inferior to the steam engineering of the halflings.”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

Triss nodded, throwing a few pieces of gray crystals into a beaker, but a few seconds later, Murphy suddenly felt a chilling danger approaching.

Almost retreating simultaneously with Triss, he spread his blood wings to protect both of them.

“Boom”

A loud explosion erupted in the laboratory, engulfing Triss’s lab in chaos.

In the gray smoke, a pungent smell rose, and the familiar scent of gunpowder made Murphy look sideways at Triss, who had an exasperated look on her face.

He said:

“I was just about to ask, what exactly are you experimenting with?”

“TNT.”

Triss waved her hand to activate her Super Law-Time, making the chaotic laboratory quickly revert to the state it was a few seconds before, and she complained: