My Players Are So Fierce

(Surprised? Unexpected? Forget the Spring Festival Gala, watch this instead~ Wishing everyone prosperity and fortune in the New Year~)

Old Flywheel didn’t seem very agreeable to the idea proposed by Little Mummy. He felt that pairing mechanics with the undead was a downright bad idea. However, adhering to the practical rules of mechanics, this guy still took on the job and designed “Dragon Cavalry No. 1” with considerable rigor and professionalism.

But judging from the defeated look on Old Flywheel’s face, it was clear that his design had failed.

The short mechanic master grumbled while leading Murphy outside the assembly room. He took off the greasy gloves, grabbed the letter addressed to him, and was about to open it when he lifted his head, glancing with his scarred eyes at Murphy beside him.

The Vampire Lord was preparing to gleefully peek at Old Flywheel’s correspondence, hoping to savor the gossip between the mechanic master’s siblings. He didn’t see himself as an outsider and was ready to partake, but realized he overstepped the “distance” when he saw Old Flywheel’s disdainful gaze.

He coughed and moved to the opposite side of Old Flywheel, which finally made the mechanic master hum before ripping open the letter. After reading it quickly, the ill-tempered fellow stamped his foot angrily and tore the letter to shreds, cursing loudly:

“That fool Minkus! Still as unprogressive as ever! Faced with trouble, all he knows is to call for help, showing no integrity of a master engineer! Damn, he hasn’t inherited Teacher Bach’s excellent talents at all!”

Knowing this, I should have poisoned him back then to turn him into a drooling fool!”

“Huh? Your childhood sweetheart’s junior is in trouble again, so he’s looking for the reliable, cold-faced elder brother?”

Murphy summarized the issue in the letter with one sentence, blinking as he spoke:

“People say your relationship is like mortal enemies, but I smell something fishy here. For Master Minkus to so smoothly request your help, I reckon he’s asked you quite a bit during his past troubles.

So, tell me, what’s bothering the president of Shaldo University of Craftsman?”

“Two things.”

Old Flywheel fetched a mechanically fantastical smoking pipe, clamped it in his mouth without using a lighter, and pressed a button to make a flame appear.

The old fellow scolded with his grumpy voice:

“They’re both related to your territory, so theoretically they’re not my problems to handle, Governor Murphy. Minkus threw two messes at you.

First, he said the situation at Charldo Harbor is chaotic, and he used a mathematical model to calculate that war is likely. As the president of Shaldo University of Craftsman, he must first send students unable to protect themselves to a safe place.

He’s arranged for some students with the Sanghai People to be accepted at Origin Land, but he hopes to send another batch to Transylvania.

He knows I’ve secured a position with you and have business dealings, so he’s asked me to help him negotiate. Yet, I think you’re unlikely to refuse this request.”

“Hmm?”

Murphy raised an eyebrow in surprise, saying:

“I can understand sending students to Origin Land; indeed, the Sanghai Empire is safe. But why Transylvania? Doesn’t Mr. Minkus know this is also the frontline of the Black Disaster battle? Isn’t he afraid his students will be endangered here?

Or is the esteemed president planning to take advantage of this to deal with those trailing in grades, pulling down the academe’s average scores?

Hmm, sending failing students straight to the battlefield for some real-world training—truly a brilliant tradition.”

“Cough cough, that saintly character probably wouldn’t do that. The letter was clear, he heard that Transylvania established the Continent’s first field hospital, so he wants the medical school graduates to intern here, contributing the Half-body Man’s strength to the Black Disaster.”

Old Flywheel exhaled a ring of smoke, explaining:

“Shaldo University of Craftsman was founded by my mentor as a multifunctional academy, not just for excellent mechanics. Isn’t your Governor an administration school alumnus? Ha, Miss Milian’s academic record was quite average, she didn’t even graduate before leaving early, but now she might become Shaldo University’s best dropout.

So, are you taking these physicians or not?”

“Of course we’ll take them! The more, the better.”

Murphy said decisively:

“The field hospital is in the rear, as long as the Maginot Line holds, those doctors won’t be harmed. I think Principal Minkus can be bolder; Transylvania currently lacks all kinds of talent.

It doesn’t require only physicians; why not turn supporting Transylvania into a comprehensive internship for Shaldo University?

Let’s allow those ivory tower students to undergo a real career trial here in Transylvania before entering society. We can offer internship certificates, and if they perform well, the administration will issue direct position invitations.

This is an enormous opportunity, indeed.