My Players Are So Fierce

Especially for those students from the administrative college, I’ve heard Milian complain more than once that the employment rate from Shaldo University’s administrative college is notoriously low…”

“Haha, you’ve got quite the plan, alright, I’ll write back to that idiot Minkus.”

Old Flywheel scoffed:

“But if his students come here and get hurt, you better be prepared to be blacklisted by Shaldo University. That guy Minkus is indecisive, yet he has a heart of gold, but he spares no effort when it comes to protecting his people.

Tch, I was almost executed back in the day, but that idiot was willing to sacrifice his future to save me… Sigh, having such a foolish junior disciple leaves me quite helpless.”

“The relationship between you two has become increasingly complicated now. I initially thought your grudge against Mr. Minkus stemmed from competing for the same girl, but listening to what you’re saying, if it weren’t for you having a lover, I’d suspect there’s some peculiar bond between you and Minkus.”

Murphy quipped sarcastically, then swiftly changed the subject before Old Flywheel could get mad.

He asked:

“So, what’s the second thing mentioned in the letter?”

“It’s about that girl you said sparked the conflict between me and Minkus… Little Bach, she’s on her way to Transylvania now.”

Old Flywheel’s angry expression turned awkward and melancholic, sitting on a mechanical box puffing a pipe, resembling a humbly loyal old man.

He said:

“Minkus didn’t mention the reason in the letter, but I suspect Little Bach’s trip to Transylvania might be because something happened at Circle Tower. Didn’t you say King Louis and Lord Paryen already acted against Circle Tower?

This could very well be an escape.”

“But I’ve also said that no members of Circle Tower are allowed into Transylvania or near the Maginot Line!”

Murphy’s expression turned cold, he said sternly to Old Flywheel:

“Stop your old flame from approaching my territory, I don’t trust any members of Circle Tower right now, especially at this crucial time.”

“Little Bach is different!”

Old Flywheel immediately retorted:

“She can’t possibly be part of the Twilight, I can assure you!”

“What assurance do you have?”

Murphy uncompromisingly refused:

“How many years has it been since you’ve seen her? Perhaps she was your green tea-like junior sister before, but so many years have passed, can you guarantee she hasn’t changed in some unsettling way? She’s been in Circle Tower for so long, you say she hasn’t been influenced by the Twilight, who would believe that!

I won’t allow her into my territory!

If she dares trespass, she’ll be wanted, out of respect to you, Old Flywheel, you can meet her at the border.

But until she proves her stance, I can’t take risks, that ghostly place is almost becoming the Twilight’s base now.

You’ve stayed in Transylvania long enough, you should understand the situation we’re facing now. It’s not the time for romantic affairs, Flywheel, you should know what’s more important!”

“Sigh… alright, got it.”

Old Flywheel wasn’t typically easy to talk to, but helplessly, the Burning Gold in the Crimson Corridor hadn’t been fully mined yet, so he couldn’t just break off the cooperation with Murphy, his lover Lady Taylor was already expanding black market operations locally.

If cooperation fails due to personal reasons, Lady Taylor probably won’t let him off easily.

That half-human black market woman merchant seems delicate but is tough as nails, the mysterious deaths of her previous husbands remain suspect until today, Old Flywheel wouldn’t want to walk the path of those “predecessors.”

After all, one’s a green tea-like white moonlight from younger days, the other’s a wealthy yellow-faced woman at home now, he, an old man bent under life’s weight, should discern what’s more important, or else… the consequences could be very serious.

Sigh, the language of steel wool even takes effect in another world.

“Lastly, let’s talk about the Church of the Machine Spirit.”

Murphy didn’t want to continue discussing matters related to Circle Tower, he said to Old Flywheel:

“Did you hold a high position in that organization before?”

“High? Who are you looking down on? I almost became their leader!”

Mentioning this, Old Flywheel immediately became proud, he hummed, stroked his walrus mustache, and proudly said:

“I was expelled from Charldo Harbor, with nowhere to go and needing to save two disciples who died because of me, I had no choice but to seek their help, those machine-worshipping fools watched the whole process of me using the mysterious puppet art crafted by my mentor in his later years to make secret dolls.

They viewed this forbidden engineering as a gift from the Mechanical Spirit, and I, naturally became their ‘chosen one of the Machine Spirit.’

Really, hanging out with those guys was quite interesting.

They were true pragmatists, aside from some strange rituals and certain incomprehensible doctrines, they were the best engineers I’ve ever seen, never overthinking technical routes or unknown principles, they use whatever works.

Always maintaining an extremely enthusiastic and pious thirst for knowledge, anyone offering new knowledge is their friend.

However, those guys have an excessive obsession with seeking the elusive Mechanical Spirit, which makes them easily get trapped in a loop, I stayed with them for several years, and then by chance met my old darling, gradually drifting away from them.