My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 57 - 20

57: 20.

Eradicating evil is the path of justice, with whom to collaborate is not really important_2

57: 20.

Eradicating evil is the path of justice, with whom to collaborate is not really important_2

We will act tomorrow!

If they don’t seize this final chance, what awaits them upon their return to Cardman City will be a fate worse than death.

In the face of the Psychic Interrogator’s methods, their wills have no use.

The secrets will ultimately be dug up, leading to death and destruction for their comrades.

Believe in me, Milian, this is a chance for all of us!

I promise you that no matter the outcome, you will gain your freedom after tomorrow!

After returning to Cardman City, I will personally ensure your journey to Charldo Harbor with the caravan.

I swear on my elder’s, Lady Cui Si’s, name!”

Milian stared hard at Morphy.

After nearly a minute of silence, she gritted her teeth and asked:

“Why are you doing this?

They are your brethren!

You’re pushing them into the fire.”

“They aren’t.”

Morphy slightly closed his eyes and waved his hand:

“When I smile to them, they respond with mockery.

Haven’t you heard how they have addressed me in the past two evenings?

Rat of the mud pit, trash of Cardman City.

I am relatively gentle, but I cannot pretend not to hear it all.

I won’t gamble my destiny on the Lady’s possible mercy.

Among my brethren in the night, there is only one.

She is still waiting for me to return to the mansion in Cardman City.

If I were to die, Cui Si would undoubtedly be lonely and heartbroken.

And, have the vampires been good to you, Milian?

Why should you be concerned about their future?”

“Why don’t you let Maxim go?”

Embracing her arms in fear, Milian said:

“He is most loyal.

You should trust him more.”

“Maxim is indeed loyal, but he is not eloquent.

You, however, have the wisdom to persuade those captives.”

In the dimly lit carriage, Morphy reached out and placed his hand on Milian’s trembling shoulder.

He whispered:

“I have never asked, and you wisely never mentioned it, but you and I both know that you have the means to help those witch hunters escape.”

“You should ensure my safe arrival at Charldo Harbor after all this is over!

And you owe me a lifetime worth of compensation!”

Despite biting her lips until they bled, Milian finally made up her mind.

Looking up, she grabbed Morphy’s collar and rebuked him:

“I will never return to this haunted place in Transylvania in this lifetime, and this is what you owe me, Morphy!

Listen to me closely.

You owe me a huge favor!”

“Yes, I promise to pay my debt.

I will do everything possible to make sure you benefit for a lifetime.”

Morphy smirked, pulled out his old pocket watch to check the time, and said:

“There’s less than an hour before the sun reaches its peak.

When the vampires’ senses are reduced to the extreme, strike swiftly.

I will have Maxim meet you.”

—

“Lady Adel, my Blood Servants have already assembled in the forest and begun digging trenches for Lady Phemys’s operations tomorrow.”

Thirty minutes later, Morphy, wrapped all over in a cloak yet still wilted by the sunlight, was standing next to Lady Phemys’ Blood Servant.

Speaking to the mature lady in front of him who, clad in butler’s clothes and had a cold demeanor but was at least a size E, said:

“But they need tools and manpower, so I need to transfer all the human servants from your carriage to help.”

“This is not in line with the rules, Sir Morphy.”

Resting next to the carriage, Lady Adel glanced at Morphy.

Her black and white eyes were filled with scrutiny and alertness.

These past two days, she had been observing Morphy.

The more she looked, though, the more unlike every vampire she had met—he seemed to be.

If not for confirmation that Morphy indeed belonged to the Blood race, Lady Adel would have assumed him to be a wily human.

As soon as Lady Adel rejected him, Morphy didn’t bother to argue with her anymore.

Turning around, he lifted the door of the black carriage where Lady Phemys rested and began to tap on the small walnut coffin where the lady was resting.

This action startled Lady Adel.

Her cold and ladylike demeanor could not hold up.

She jumped up, precisely grabbing Morphy’s wrist and glaring at him.

“So you see, either you willingly contribute people to help, or I will wake up the lady at this ungodly hour to talk about this matter.”

Sir Morphy shook off the hand of the undercover female housekeeper.

Her precise movement just now confirmed his suspicion that her strength far exceeded his own, even topping some of the vampires in their group.

This might be a human assassin or wanderer with an iron body, but Morphy was not afraid of her.

Their “statuses” were not on the same level.

He straightened his collar and pointed at Lady Adel’s fine nose, saying:

“I am a member of the Blood Vulture Clan.

If you want to punish me, you’ll have to wait until we return to Cardman City.

But for a housekeeper who embarrassed her master, tainting your skirt in the mud of the Polluted Swamp might suit you more.”

“I must say, you’re taking great risks, Sir Morphy.”

Lady Adel’s tone was more icy than before.

She could tell Morphy was deliberately provoking her, but why would this weak vampire do so?

For some tools?

“But I’m starting to lose interest in our conversation, you brawny, brainless human!”

Morphy bared his vampire fangs and said gloomily to the housekeeper:

“Know your place!

You toadying bitch!”

This sentence instantly made Lady Adel’s face turn sour.

Her hand moved towards the gun attached to her thigh under her long dress.

However, after a few seconds, this loyal housekeeper let out a deep breath to calm herself down.

She realized that Morphy was leading her by the nose, and now was not the time to cause internal conflict.

So she stepped back, took out a silver hand bell, glanced at Morphy with cold eyes, and rang it to summon the human servants from the convoy.

This little chaos perfectly concealed the movements inside the carriage at the rear of the convoy.

Masked Maxim stood by the carriage, his breath indicating his nervousness.

He didn’t know what Sir Morphy was up to, but he knew it was a test of loyalty!

In the carriage, Milian was carefully navigating the two coffins placed in the cargo hold.

She crawled closer to Hunter Natalie who was bound in the carriage by horrific torture instruments.

The hunter’s face was covered in blood after clearly enduring inhuman torment.

However, when Milian reached out to touch her cheek, Natalie managed to open her left eye.

Her right eye had been smashed into a bloody pulp.

“Shh!”

In the dim light, Milian motioned for Natalie to stay quiet.

She took a wary glance at the coffins nearby, afraid that the vampire interrogator inside might suddenly burst out.

Then, she pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it in front of Natalie, activating a plain metal bracelet on her wrist.

This created a light that illuminated the writing on the paper.

At first, Natalie’s blood-stained face showed confusion, but her eyes widened as she understood the writing on the paper.

Milian did not stay long.

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After seeing Natalie nod at her, she wrote another sentence on the paper and showed it to Natalie.

“The attack will take place tomorrow night.

The target is the Golden Flower convoy!

Hold on tonight; I will come back tomorrow to free you all.”

After she left, Natalie, who was bound in the dim carriage, glanced at her three companions.

They had all been tortured beyond recognition.

She should not trust Blood Servant!

She was convinced of this.

It must be that Morphy who was causing trouble behind the scenes.

However, the infighting among vampires had nothing to do with these witch hunters.

If this battle could deal a significant blow to these assembled midnight hunters, then they would willingly serve as cannon fodder.

Her team members had died, so the vampires must also die in return!

Serve them right.

“Bang”

Using all her strength, the female hunter kicked over a bucket full of blood next to her feet.

The spray of blood covered the lingering scent of Milian.

She then closed her eyes, entering a meditative rest to gather some energy.

Tomorrow night…

Tomorrow night, it’s all or nothing!

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