My Players Are So Fierce

732: 250.

The Crimson Regent and her advisors returning fully loaded_2

732: 250.

The Crimson Regent and her advisors returning fully loaded_2

In this land, in this era, the bottom-most inhabitants live without any dignity.

They couldn’t possibly take the time to consider such a concept, considering their everyday struggles to simply feed themselves and their families.

But…

For a lord, this is a good thing.

As Murphy sees it, if the basic living conditions are low enough, even the slightest improvement will provoke gratitude among the people.

If a Vampire Lord could learn anything from their years of strife in their past life, it would be that no one ever cherishes free things!

Examples include free breakfast, or the love of a sycophant.

He believes that his administrative followers should also learn this lesson.

“This is the ‘Transylvania Demonstration Zone’ after all.”

Murphy spreads his wings and flies even higher, letting his spiritual eagle Reveno follow his side.

He looks down from the sky at the five farms neatly arranged along the “main road” planned in Baron Lim’s territory.

Despite the irregularity of the Transylvania land, this small orderly area seems out of place, but Old Chen has already started planning for the entire Earl Cardman’s territory.

Murphy trusts that the old professor will design his own territories beautifully.

This area will be filled with an orderly and united landscape, it will have a sense of humanity far beyond that of the time and world in which they reside.

It will be a solid rule established from the grassroots up, this is where Murphy’s biggest confidence comes from.

This is a civilization’s low-dimensional attack on another.

Transylvania’s future under the contributions of its own players will surely be limitless, of course, the premise is that Murphey himself must be able to lead them through the Black Disaster.

Ah, the Black Disaster.

Just as small players need to break through the Black Iron Trial to become stronger, Transylvania, which is rearing its head after its backbone was broken, must also survive this trial!

—

“It’s exhausting dealing with these guys.”

In the Bataxin City Hall refurbished by the merchant alliance, the very gorgeous Governor Miriam, dressed in a red skirt and her hair up, returns to her seat with a glass of wine in hand.

She complained to the very satisfied Miss Pailian, smiling next to her:

“I really do not understand why these northerners must recite some sour poems before drinking…

The poems written by Sir Andre are much better than those.”

“That’s their way of life, Governor Milian, and it will be your way of life in the future.”

Miss Pailian shook her head and said:

“This circle has its own rules, and while I feel it is a bit of a hassle, you have to admit that compared to the war of wits around the negotiating table, the northerners are clearly more relaxed in such settings.”

“I’m still not used to it.”

Miriam pouted and said:

“If this is what being a noble is like…

no, this is not it!

After all, I never saw Lady Cui Si and Mr.

Murphy display such bad habits.

They were both nobles before they became vampires, weren’t they?”

“Hmm, it’s not our place to gossip about our superiors.”

Miss Pailian giggled and said:

“Of course I think my lord is different in many ways.

The Crimson Castle has been standing tall for a month now, but apart from a simple celebration, our lord hasn’t even hosted a single party in his own castle, and the Grand Duke of Cui Si doesn’t seem to mind.”

“So could it be possible that Murphy doesn’t throw parties because he and Cui Si are rather shabby and simply don’t have a castle suitable for parties?”

Miriam made a cheeky remark, causing Miss Pailian to cover her mouth and laugh.

Although her rather robust figure made the action look awkward, no one in Bataxin City would dare to criticize Miss Pailian for it given her status now.

In the midst of their conversation, Professor Malcolm, also impeccably dressed and leaning on his cane, came over with a glass of wine.

The professor was worldly, having attended many such occasions in Charldo Harbor.

The party tonight reminded him of his past, but it also made the no-longer-young professor feel a bit overburdened.

He sat next to Miriam, watched his wife dancing with a burly northern representative in the dance floor, and sighed with resignation:

“Funa seems to enjoy this long-lost relaxed lifestyle, my wife who has accumulated too many grievances told me just now that she wanted to live in Bataxin City with our two children because the environment here is better than that of the Crimson Castle.”

“I very much welcome your wife to settle down here.

I will arrange a sufficiently safe and comfortable residence for her and your children.”

Miss Pailian responded promptly, but Professor Malcolm shook his head and said:

“I rejected her, so she is quite angry, hence why she is dancing with the rude northerner who always mocks my walk and my legs during negotiations.

But never mind that.”

“It’s just Funa’s small mood acting up.”

“She’s a faculty member of Shaldo University of Craftsman too, she’ll soon become a senior secretary in the executive department.”

“So she understands why I refused her.”

“Bataxin City is excellent, your merchant alliance manages it quite well, and its trade with the Nordtoff Kingdom will inevitably make it prosper again.

Yet, we are more needed at the Crimson Castle.”