My Players Are So Fierce

731: 250.

The Crimson Regent and her advisors returning fully loaded_1

731: 250.

The Crimson Regent and her advisors returning fully loaded_1

That night, Murphy received a message from Milian.

She had completed three days of negotiations with the financial representatives of the Nordtoff Kingdom and signed memoranda and a series of clauses.

She was set to return to Crimson Castle after dinner that evening.

Murphy was quite satisfied with this.

The red-haired Milian was becoming more and more suitable for her role.

The illegitimate daughter of a village chief who once despised vampires was now able to represent the Vampire Lord without any psychological barriers, truly participating in the “continental politics” that once seemed out of her reach.

Compared to her progress, his and Maxim’s and Adel’s performance in the area of “progress” was rather worrisome during this period.

So, could the legend be true?

After becoming a vampire and being granted eternal life at midnight, the talent for quick learning and adaptability of humans would be removed, resulting in becoming as lazy and unproductive as other extraordinary races?

No wonder he had no interest in the complicated knowledge of Spiritual Energy.

After all this time, it turns out that his learning ability was wasted due to this racial transformation.

Ah, it shouldn’t be this way.

Murphy was a little sad, but he quickly regained his spirits.

He reviewed all the tasks assigned to the little players by the NPCs for the day as usual, and then began the night patrol of his territory.

There was nothing interesting to see in the Dark Baron Territory that had just been cleaned up, and the situation in the Baron Morland’s territory, which was being precisely pursued by the witch hunters, was improving steadily.

So, Murphy went to Baron Lim’s territory.

He had no doubt about the small players’ enthusiasm for clearing out the Wolf People.

Their serious and committed work attitude was clearly evident from the constantly refreshing individual scoreboards.

An hour ago, Brother Cat, currently ranked first, had exceeded 1300 points, while Sister Pomegranate closely followed with 1290 points.

A stable difference of 10 points represented that there were undoubtedly some unspoken agreements among these two.

But Murphy didn’t care.

He only cared about the results; he didn’t care about the process.

And the little players were free in this world.

As long as they didn’t do anything unforgivable, Murphy had no intention of getting too involved in their gaming careers.

However, these 1300 points were indeed quite shocking.

According to the progress of the Wolf People’s hunt on the eleventh day, it meant that Brother Cat had to kill a hundred Wolf People on an average per day.

Of course, his little players killed more elites and black-iron individuals which gave more points.

Yet even so, the killing efficiency was terrifying.

Without any proper thermal weapons in their hands, other than Molotov cocktails, they managed to accumulate such terrifying points one by one with their knives.

It could only be said that Brother Cat and Sister Pomegranate were undoubtedly the “choice of terrifying tormentors”.

But it didn’t seem quite right for these two to always be in the limelight…

He might introduce a “competitive” mechanism when selecting little players next time?

Murphy thought maybe he could recruit some real “professionals,” such as the three who were suspected to be official background participants lurking on the forums…

Of course, introducing official powers meant risks.

But the ‘risk’ wasn’t directed at Murphy.

He believed that at worst, he wouldn’t be prosecuted across the world.

The real risk would eventually be inflicted on his little players, which was something Murphy didn’t want to see.

So, he may need to find a way to make contact with the officials.

When they realize that it is just a “game,” there would be potential for further negotiations to clear up misunderstandings.

As for what to do afterwards, Murphy didn’t know.

He didn’t want to waste his brain cells at this moment.

He would cross the bridge when he came to it.

Moreover, the best thing about introducing official power was that it would bring a steady stream of “professionals” into his “talent pool.” This was what the “Another World Pioneer” should look like, right?

Such as these below…

The Vampire Lord was patrolling silently mid-air, flapping his wings.

Below him in the darkness stood several buildings that had sprung up from the ground using the “mould manufacturing method.”

These were residential areas made by Old Chen, Dust Beater and Brickmover for their five collective farms.

All of them were practical, Khrushchev-style buildings, square in shape, paying no attention to aesthetics but focusing solely on utility.

At this moment, the villagers who had been relocated here could still live in tents like true medieval people, but they would soon have 20th century living conditions.

According to the daily reports submitted by the staff of the Administrative Office, the “apartment buildings” in Crimson Castle would have their first residents in a few days.

The accommodation for the five collective farms would be a bit later.

This could only be completed after the Wolf People hunting activity was over.

By then, the administration players would have to start their “village chief” career.

The first batch of food that Knight Parian and her “Batasin Business Association” were responsible for had been delivered to Crimson Castle and then distributed to the collective farms by the administration department.

Like the previous survivor camps, a labor credit and ration system was implemented here, along with a curfew patrol by the militia.

The overall order here could be accepted, but as Murphy flew over the farm, he could still hear the restless voices of the villagers.

The villagers here were forcibly relocated.

They hadn’t shared hardships with Murphy like the residents of Crimson Castle.

They were very worried about how the Lord would deal with them.