My Players Are So Fierce

“A hundred years ago, I had some connections with those people over there.

Now that I’m down and out, I hope they can take me in, this homeless and lonely old man, for the sake of old times.”

Lady Lena leaned on the sofa and was already dozing off.

She waved her hand and said:

“Help me wash the clothes, please.”

“Ah, damn it, can’t you wash your underwear by yourself?

Why do you want me to do it?

You psychics from the Old Continent have no sense of propriety!”

Qiuchote instantly burst into anger.

But Lena was pretending to be asleep, unable to hear her complaint.

Not listening, not listening, the girl is chanting.

The young girl sighed helplessly.

Although she still wanted to continue her societal observations, she understood that the important matters took precedence.

Though Lena was rough, lazy, and had terrible manners, she was indeed fulfilling her promise.

Ever since she was saved on the coast of Antani District, Lena had been guarding her all the way east.

If it weren’t for the experienced Lena, it would have been impossible for Qiuchote to avoid those eyes secretly tracking her during chaotic times and cross half of the Old Continent to reach Bernel City.

Moreover, Qiuchote was a sensible child.

She knew Lena was actually seriously injured and had to drink that strange potion every day to sustain her life.

She had, in essence, died once.

Though she didn’t reveal her real situation, Qiuchote understood that Lena going to the Kalem Ancient Country was also for her self-preservation.

Her condition was truly dire.

“Sigh…

Is this my fate?”

Qiuchote lamented to herself as she went to the washroom to help Lena clean her robes.

Busy like a maid, she sighed inwardly, wondering why her fate had changed so drastically.

Clearly, she was a noble, pampered princess back home, a life where she never lifted a finger.

In just a few months, she not only learned to cook for herself, but also to wash clothes for others.

How miserable!

“Ding-dong”

As the girl was bemoaning her situation, the doorbell suddenly rang, startling Qiuchote into instinctively gripping the archaic-shaped obsidian dagger at her waist.

A layer of red glow, like that of the sun, flashed across the hunting blade and vanished.

She calmed herself and walked to the door, asking softly:

“Who is it?”

“Room service, miss.”

The gentle voice from outside the door was indistinguishable from the room service two days ago.

Qiuchote was about to open the door, her hand just lifting, when it was pressed down.

She turned to see Lena shaking her head and making a dodging gesture.

Qiuchote immediately crouched defensively, holding her head, and in the next instant…

Lena took a deep breath!

The high-ranking Thorn Assassins outside were still exchanging looks when an unexpected Dragon Breath shot out from the door, released with almost no spiritual energy fluctuations.

The assassins were caught completely off guard and were engulfed in the rolling flames of the Dragon Breath.

They were vampires after all!

They naturally feared this kind of high-level spell with terrifying positive energy attached, almost being wiped out by the opponent in an instant.

The rolling Dragon Breath surged along the corridor, igniting everything flammable in an instant, and in a peculiar explosion, the rented apartment’s upper floor was set ablaze, turning an ambush into a forced assault amidst the chaotic screams.

But the vampires were facing the “Dragon Flame” Lena!

The former master of the most destructive Forming Energy Tower among the three towers of Circle Tower, even though suffering from injuries to the point of being half-dead, was still not someone a few high-ranking bloodlines could deal with in broad daylight.

After all, starting with Dragon Breath, she was basically a walking humanoid fire dragon.

Easily repelling the vampires, Lena, while coughing, retreated with Qiuchote, who had already packed her bag, to the window.

She said:

“Cough, cough, you’ve been observing for days, right?

Make a decision now, little princess, where should we run to?”

“Those ships!”

Qiuchote whispered:

“Jump from here and use concealment spells to enter the market, steal some clothes, and then board a ship.

I saw those ships will transport unfortunate serfs to Transylvania, which is clearly some kind of smuggling operation.

They’ve surely made arrangements with the local Thorn Clan.

They won’t search those ships when sending people to look for us.

We can first go to Transylvania and take another route to the Kalem Ancient Country.

Didn’t you say so?

Crossing the Dark Mountain Range also leads to the empire’s western border.”

“I did say that…

But the Dark Mountain Range now, my God, are we facing the Black Disaster again?”

Lena sighed and said:

“Fine, we’ll go with your plan.

Since we’ve already alarmed the Thorn Clan, the Great Wilderness route is doomed.

I’m at my limit.

After jumping, you lead me.

Damn it!

I knew I’d be repaying this favor with my life.

If there’s any chance I survive beyond today…”