My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2853 -951: Unsettled Epilogue (Part 3)

This lesson is a free gift for you, now, take it.”

He twisted his wrist, holding the blade and handed the straight-edged knife to Adel, saying:

“This is your father’s legacy, its name is ‘Black Shadow Fang’. It was a trophy obtained during an adventure into the Dark Territory with your father. You are the most qualified person to inherit it.

Don’t be afraid, Adel.

I didn’t come to harm you today, just to meet you, hand over this item, and then leave.

But I guess, you already know my purpose for coming here.”

“Are you also planning to give me an opportunity?”

Adel said hoarsely:

“On behalf of my father, pull me into your organization? I can probably guess who you are, the one who attempted to assassinate Master Morphy before — that was you, right?”

“Master?”

This title made Sarifov frown, he said:

“Although I am dissatisfied with the decision your father ultimately made, I think you should have learned something from his death. Your ridiculous mother should have taught you something too. Mona’s only merit is that she never called another person ‘Master’.”

“You’ve been talking about my father all along, it seems you truly admired him. If he were still alive, if he gave you a chance to call him ‘Master’…”

Adel retorted:

“Would you refuse?”

“Heh, sharp tongue.”

Sarifov shook his head, no longer arguing with Adel, but casually dropped, letting the Shadow Fang Warblade slide through the air and stab before Adel.

As he turned around and walked into the shadows, he said:

“You still don’t know why your father died. You don’t really think that with the few people your mother had back then they could escape Mejewa City’s pursuit, do you? It was your father who agreed to a deadly duel in front of important guests to ensure their survival.

He fought against nine Golden Ones single-handedly and killed five of them.

If it weren’t for that fatal mistake, I even think Truman could have achieved an unprecedented miracle…

You hardly understand what a strong person your father was, Adel. Perhaps in the future, you can visit Mejewa City; you should pay a visit.”

Watching Sarifov walk into the shadows, Adel asked one last question:

“So, were you one of the nine? Shadow Blade!”

This question caused Sarifov’s steps to pause slightly; he was silent for a second, then softly said:

“Didn’t I say Truman made a fatal mistake…I survived, he died, and your life today is something I owe back to him, Adel. Stay away from Morphy; this is advice from an elder.

You don’t understand what your ‘Master’ is doing, nor do you understand what kind of enemy he is facing.

Similarly, I don’t wish to visit you in some dark night in the future.”

The footsteps completely vanished at this moment, and the barrier of the Hydra Shadow quietly dissipated.

In the silence, Adel gripped the elf-style warblade stabbed in front of him. Perhaps it truly emerged from the blood left on the blade by his father, giving Adel a sense of blood connection with it. This weapon once belonged to the King of Gladiators from the Eternal Abyss, perhaps it does possess some astonishing power…

In the darkness, Adel sighed.

He saved a life, but it wasn’t due to his skill, merely because of his bloodline.

To be honest, this is somewhat disheartening.

—————–

Minutes later, aboard Sarifov’s airship, after completing a visit, he just took out his tea set when he received bad news from his follower.

“What do you mean ‘our faction is gone’?”

The Twilight Leader, nicknamed “Slave Master”, asked word by word:

“Explain clearly, what happened?”

“It’s Morphy, Sir.”

A weak male voice responded from the other end of the communication device in the vessel:

“The terrifying weapon that killed The Master of Hunting was used by him again; the target was our faction’s base. It has turned into scorched earth; everything we collected has been destroyed.

Only three of us survived, apart from me there are your disciple Penny and your adjutant Nasal, but Penny is badly hurt… She…”

“I understand.”

This news, enough to break and devastate any leader, made Sarifov crush the tea cup in his hand, but his tone remained calm, he hoarsely said:

“Send Penny to the Scholar, let him heal my student, at all costs!”

“Mr. Scholar came by personally, he said Penny’s body has been purified by creation energy and cannot be restored, but he can extract Penny’s consciousness to make it into a secret puppet. However, the special equipment needed is only available at the Artisan University in Charldo Harbor.”

The voice across carried a sobbing tone, prompting a rebuke from Sarifov:

“No crying! Don’t be spineless like other Shadow Elf men, Bertie, bring Penny and meet me at the Ligurian Peninsula; I will heal my disciple, and you must shoulder your responsibility as a man.

I know you have certain feelings for her, now is your time to show them. As for Morphy…

I will personally handle him; you are not yet a match for him.”

After disconnecting the call, Shadow Blade sat in his chair, looked at his fingers, and thought about the warning just given to Adel. This outstanding Shadow Elf Warrior Chief instantly felt a sense of fate’s intertwining.

He warned Adel as an elder, only to have Morphy perform such a ruthless act against him… Although the sequence of events does not align and isn’t driven by romantic sentiments, but from another perspective…

Well, indeed a dominating man.

He felt like a clown; in the end, could he be the one blind to the power balance between the two sides?

“Laugh if you wish, Honorable Matriarch. Opportunities to see me so embarrassed aren’t plenty.”

With his head lowered Sarifov said softly, making the voluptuous Shadow Elf woman bound in the copilot seat tremble, showing a meek expression.

But she was truly laughing.

Mocking fiercely internally, this shameless man who chose betrayal and destroyed his clan.

Alas, the former Warrior Chief of the Mejewa Clan betrayed for a slave, and the current Warrior Chief is even crazier, uniting with the World-Ending Cultists to utterly annihilate the Mejewa Clan, while propagating a concept dreadful enough to overturn the entire racial norms.

Because of this, she ended up in this pathetic situation, perhaps it really is time to reevaluate her taste in men.

“Beep beep”

The spaceship’s communication device rang again, leading the distressed Sarifov to pick up the transceiver and ask:

“Who?”

“I… you seem to be in a bad mood?”

“Uh, Honorable Monk Leader, forgive my rudeness, I’m just…”

“Understandable, years of hard work gone in a flash would break anyone, other factions will fully support your reconstruction too, but Slave Master, now there’s something I need you to handle.”

“Your orders, then. Since I have nothing on hand now, perhaps I should thank Mr. Morphy for lightening my load.”

“Truly amusing, continue to maintain this good mood. In our line of work, a positive attitude is paramount, alright, enough pleasantries, I need you to go to the Ligurian Peninsula and find King Gellman Bonebite.

It currently requires a friend’s help.

And you know, we never miss a chance to offer help in times of need.”