My Players Are So Fierce

Biqi was showing a rare moment of clarity.

She sat beside Liwen Kiss with a worried expression, stroking her long hair while saying:

“Didn’t you see those four guards almost scared to death?

Oh, I forgot, you can’t see things now…

still feel like throwing up?

Want me to help you change clothes?”

“Sure, sure.”

The sickly Liwen immediately perked up.

But before the two close friends could rise, Biqi saw the four Family Guardians outside the door walk back in.

Behind them was an old gentleman in a butler’s tailcoat, masked with an obscure aura, and a mysterious middle-aged man in a cloak holding a cane.

Upon seeing these two, Biqi jumped up like a startled cat.

She took on the most fitting posture, bending forward in a bow and said:

“Count Leon, how do you…”

“My only son is right here!

And you swore to me you would protect him, Miss Biqi, is this how you fulfill that vow?”

The cloaked Count Leon was evidently seething, for the gentleman famed in Goldenrod Kingdom for his demeanor, was uncharacteristically intimidating.

But before Biqi could ponder over how to respond, a low voice boomed from behind the crowd:

“It’s not the Cape Family’s place to lecture my granddaughter on how to do things!

The foreign count really throws his weight around, doesn’t he?”

“Grandfather!”

Biqi saw Kuder walk over with a cold face, immediately feeling as if she saw a savior, and the Baron of Hunting in Transylvania glanced at the old butler beside Count Leon, snorted, and said:

“As a father, you should feel honored by the great victory your son achieved last night!

He returned from the brink of death, almost single-handedly extending the fame of that Sun King of the Goldenrod Kingdom to the Black Disaster’s battlefield.

The banner of King Louis flying over that triumph is owed to Fraser’s bravery and fearlessness.

He is a true man!

In my eyes, he is more suited to becoming the head of the Cape Family than you, ‘Blackfoot Fox’ Leon, your father always wanted an heir as outstanding and courageous as Fraser.

Unfortunately, you, who laid hands on your brother to inherit the family business, failed to meet your father’s expectations, didn’t you?”

This peculiar nickname caused a change in Count Leon’s expression underneath his hood; it was his nickname among nobles in his younger days, not a complimentary one, but a derogatory term used to describe his cunning and malice.

Yet by now, no one dared to use that term for him anymore.

“Humph”

Count Leon had no interest in arguing with an old ghost dead for over a hundred years and pushed past the hospital room door, leaving others outside.

The masked old butler then surveyed Kuder up and down, rasping:

“Nantes Ranger…

truly astonishing, everyone said you were dead.”

“Then you must be quite pleased, Huge.”

Lord Kuder couldn’t be bothered with this ‘old acquaintance,’ saying:

“I imagined countless fates for a thief like you, but never one where you’d willingly become a lapdog for the nobles.

I must have been blind when I recruited you into my crew.

The things I left for my son never reached his hands, but I warn you, I want to see those items I entrusted to you in my final moments within seven days.

If you can’t recover them, I’ll need to discuss ‘principles’ with you again.”

“Hehe, as per your request, I hid them well, my ‘captain.’”

The old butler chuckled, saying:

“I am not as cunning and insidious as you think, only your son is unqualified to inherit your legacy, but your granddaughter is splendid, already showing some of your grace from back then, I will hand over that ‘Knight’s Legacy’ as promised.

That is why I came.”

“Get lost, don’t let me see you again, bad luck.”

Kuder waved his hand dismissively, the mocked old butler shrugged, quietly moving to the end of the corridor with the four Cape Guards.

After they left, Kuder used phonetic simile to speak to his granddaughter:

“Stay away from that old rascal Huge, he was once my thief companion, somehow broke into the Gold Stage, in my dying moments I left some things for your father, but he certainly pocketed them.

Yet as long as he and I are around, those things will eventually fall into your hands.

Do not worry about Cape Family’s retaliation, they owe me a favor.

To be precise, Fraser’s grandfather once owed me a favor.”

“I am not worried about their retaliation, grandfather, I’m just worried about father…”

Biqi whispered:

“Count Leon has never been a forgiving man, the family business might…”

“If we lose it, we lose it, the Eleville Family needs none of those extraneous possessions to be favored by power, if your father has even a bit of Knight spirit, he should understand the wisdom of severing a damaged limb.

Everyone who deals with Blackfoot Fox thinks they will profit, but from start to finish only the Cape Family grew stronger, Leon stands atop the bones of partners, and my weak son is clearly yet another victim of power.”

Kuder was clearly dissatisfied with his son.

He didn’t even bother to talk more about this topic.

He looked at Biqi in front of him, his ‘Golden Peach’ granddaughter, her armor stained with blood and harrowing scratches proving the dangerous battle she experienced last night.