My Players Are So Fierce

“If possible, I’d rather not add to the soldiers’ troubles, but if the war truly needs my participation, then I suppose I won’t refuse.

To be honest, when I step on that stage of men, perhaps I’ll switch to a more intimidating form.”

“Vampire?”

Fraser raised an eyebrow, set down his teacup, and said:

“You’ve made up your mind to this extent?

You know, with your current status and position, even if things go really bad, both nations will be willing to provide you with a refuge, right?

You could choose one of them to form a government-in-exile…”

“And then be used as a political bargaining chip by King Louis or Lupa?”

Milian shook her head and said decisively:

“No, that’s not the fate a Transia person would choose, and it would desecrate all the efforts my companions and I have made in the past.

I know well that I have not stabilized this position because I am incredibly capable, but because destiny pushed me here with the help of many enthusiastic people.

I’ve been striving to be worthy of the title ‘Crimson Regent.’

War or dying in battle is also a manifestation of this effort.

Of course, if someone like you is formidable enough to achieve glorious victories on the front lines, then I wouldn’t need to leave a will beforehand.

Uh, perhaps I shouldn’t speak of such ominous things in front of you.

Anyway, I wish your battles to go smoothly, and may the light of victory always be with you.”

“Thank you for the blessing.”

Fraser took a sip of tea and checked the time on his pocket watch.

He stood up and bid farewell to Milian:

“Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to listen to me ramble.

Your analysis is very important to Ron and me, and it seems I need to find a suitable position for my rash brother’s future.”

“Perhaps a robust mercenary corps would be good, or maybe the Cape Family’s retinue army for war advancement.”

Milian escorted Fraser to the door and softly said:

“Ron isn’t truly averse to war; he just chose friendship over duty.

Although his actions seem reckless, his willingness to take such measures for Dune and the fallen warriors shows that he values friendship above all, which means you can trust him.

This trust exceeds the normal superior-subordinate relationship, like true brothers.

Just as prominent figures often have tasks they can’t undertake themselves.

Anyway, congratulations, Colonel, you have acquired the most useful ‘blood gloves.’

Ahem, don’t make that face.

With your literacy, you can surely tell that I’m not using it in a pejorative way here.”

“I understand.”

Fraser frowned slightly and nodded.

He didn’t say much more, bid a gentlemanly farewell, and then strode out of the administration hall.

Milian stood by the window, watching her senior leave.

She had already noticed that Fraser had the Crimson Revolver she gifted him in his holster.

Sigh…

The Regent sighed, gently slapped her cheek, and said:

“Milian, you little vixen, you really have a knack for tempting men.

Alright, back to work.

Let me see the urgent documents that need attention…

Hmm, Boss Huo from Treasure Bay has purchased 30,000 displaced serfs from the Great Wilderness region in his personal capacity and contributed them to the administration as manpower in the name of Treasure Bay.

Hmm, securing 300 spots; Governor Murphy will surely be very pleased with this.

Speaking of which, since the war began, the series of maneuvers by Boss Huo and Boss Meow Bunny has single-handedly secured nearly 50,000 manpower and 500 foreigner spots for Transylvania.

Though they aren’t on the front line, their contributions are worthy of an ‘Administrative Baron’s’ badge.

Keep it up, you two, I’m eager to personally pin an Earl’s medal on your chests after the war ends.”

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“The concentration of corrupt energy outside the Black Flame Maw Position has dropped to near-safe levels.

I think we should go back and take a look!”

In the tavern in Shadow Valley run by a Shadow Elf Vampire, members of the Silver Moon Group, who had just completed the task of clearing Wolf People bandit raiders near Wasteland Mountain, were gathering here.

Little Wei Ming, holding a mug as large as her head, drank apple juice from this cool contraption as she said to the others:

“I flew over last night to check, and the spiritual energy shadows outside the position have dispersed a bit.

Although the center of the position is still inaccessible, I think if we clear the way with fire, we might explore around position eight.

Lord Hether transformed to his second stage there; perhaps we could find some relics or conduct a battlefield reconnaissance.

Didn’t they say that the pass was blasted flat there, and after that, the Wolf People would just need to clear the surface to go through unimpeded?

Should we plant some anti-infantry landmines there?”

“It’s not time yet.

The Black Flame Maw Position will definitely be cleaned up again later; that’s when it will be the best time for large-scale mining.”

Sister Pomegranate shook her head, sipping her cocktail:

“Moreover, the Silver Dwarfs have also said they can’t determine what exists in the complex structures underground, and the scale of the Star-world Tear was so large that it might have dropped some dangerous things from the star realm.

Like the Star World Creatures we encountered in the Cadman Ruins before.