My Players Are So Fierce

“Are you certain about this information? Please forgive my caution, but this concerns the lives of thousands of Rangers and a Forest Prince. If something happens to them…”

“Do you think I would joke about something that could lead to a rupture in relations between Transylvania and the Elf Kingdom?”

Murphy glanced at Captain Dymes while putting the weapon boxes containing the Sacred Blades into his specially made Psychic package and said:

“Quickly send the message and have them look for it, time waits for no one, but remember my warning! Don’t attempt to search there before I arrive. It’s truly dangerous. If any casualties arise due to your reckless actions, I won’t take responsibility.”

“At the very least, you should tell me the name of the ruins?”

Captain Dymes asked one last time, and Murphy shrugged, saying:

“The ruins of ‘Farwalker Headquarters,’ that’s its name. Can you now send things into the Gorgon Mountain Pass?”

“We can, but not much.”

The Moon Priestess, dignified and with a quite impressive figure, explained:

“The Stormbreaker Mermaids of the Large Reef Province are attempting to disrupt the subspace field enveloping the Gorgon Mountain Pass, but it takes time. The several paths we’ve opened now can only allow single-person passage and there is a risk of getting lost.

We sent seven people, but only three returned safely.”

“Alright, wait for me at the Crimson Castle, and I will send a set of identification armor for your Ranger General. This will prevent her and her soldiers from being attacked by creations of the Golden Era. As for the Elf Kingdom’s aid to Transylvania and the interest-free loans, you can negotiate with Governor Milian, I won’t intervene.”

Murphy made a promise, exchanged a few pleasantries, and left the cabin.

As he walked towards the cabin where Professor Malcolm was, he activated the quantum communication and said to Triss:

“My dear, please drop by the exhibition hall and package a set of Farwalker armor for me; I will need it soon.”

“Hmm?”

Triss immediately asked:

“What? Have you encountered another ‘random event’?”

Murphy described the situation with the Ranger General to Triss, and after a moment of contemplation, the Crimson Witch said:

“But isn’t the Farwalker Company headquarters the treasure you planned to secure? Is it really acceptable to leak it to those elves? What if they find those things before us? Wouldn’t it be a fruitless effort?”

“They won’t be able to.”

Murphy said confidently:

“My collaborator Mannis has been openly and covertly insisting that I head to the Creation Land to find creation energy for it. That company ruins are the place we previously agreed to go. If the elves beat us there, then Mannis’s hope of unsealing dims.

So on this matter, the Endless One will be very willing to help us keep an eye on those elves.

They need time to find the place. Just use them as free labor to help us locate the exact position. Once the subspace field of the Gorgon Mountain Pass is disrupted, we’ll head there in person with our teams.

Quick in and out, wasting no time.

If we can find the Farwalker Company’s arsenal, then holding the Maginot Line stands a bit more chance.”

“Alright, since you’re confident, I won’t say more. I’ll prepare what you need.”

Triss replied briefly and ended the communication, leaving Murphy to reflect that having a reliable partner is truly a man’s greatest happiness. With this thought, he reached out and knocked on the door in front of him. A few seconds later, the door opened, and the exhausted face of Professor Malcolm appeared before Murphy.

“How did you end up like this?”

Murphy exclaimed in surprise:

“You look like you’ve aged twenty years overnight!”

“Ah, life’s struggles are many. I too ponder the relationship between stress and gray hair, but these situations always remind me of that general from the history of different world people.”

Professor Malcolm sighed and invited the lord into his cabin.

It was filled with various documents, and he was preparing a report to submit to the Crimson Regent and the administration.

Appointed as an ambassador, Professor Malcolm wouldn’t stay in Transylvania for long; he would set off to return to Charldo Harbor in three days, where his wife, children, and students awaited him.

“Let’s get straight to the point then.”

Seeing the professor so fatigued, Murphy wasted no time on small talk and said:

“Once you reach the Crimson Castle, you must visit the Avalon Cathedral and have the priests perform a soul-restoring ritual for you. Your stress and fatigue are visible to the naked eye, and I don’t wish for such an important figure as you to suffer health issues due to work.”

“I will go, but I have to finish this report first; it’s crucial for us and everyone in the war.”

The professor took a sip of coffee to wake himself up.

He flipped through his journal, rubbed his temples, and said to Murphy:

“You should have spoken with Captain Paula, but I must tell you, the situation in Charldo Harbor is deteriorating faster than you imagine. Even before the menace of the Wolf People arrived, that bustling city was already gripped in self-panic.

The unstable aspect of the Half-body Men’s character has been fully unleashed under such pressure.

Before I returned, more than a dozen gangs had emerged in the city, taking over parts of Charldo Harbor’s sewers and Lower City District and confronting the forces loyal to the Steam Lord.