My Players Are So Fierce

930: 316.

The Lost Treasure of the King of Bone Biting_2

930: 316.

The Lost Treasure of the King of Bone Biting_2

“Go find the best hunter and barbarian soldiers in the clan and form a small team.

After settling the clan, I’ll take them into the Polluted Swamp.

We need to scout out a path for Sir Morphy.”

“It’s a task we must complete!”

—

“Are you certain that guy is your Uncle Bella, the one who escorted you out of the swamp and died because of it?”

After returning to the Scarlet Corridor, Morphy summoned Adel to his office, where E Sister’s expression was quite subtle.

Facing Morphy’s inquiry, she hesitated before responding:

“It definitely is!

I’ll never forget Uncle Bella’s face and voice, though it’s also not entirely the same—death seemed to have taken something that belonged to him, making him appear somewhat strange to me now.

I’ve spoken with him.

All I can tell you, sir, is that I can no longer trust him completely as I did before.

As he says, he is now just a cursed dead one, a manipulated necromancer, without even the freedom to control his own existence.

Naturally, he can no longer express his feelings unreservedly.

However, there is another piece of information you need to know.”

Adel paused, then said:

“Not only was Uncle Bella revived by the Jackal Warlocks, but my Aunt Bernice was also resurrected as an “Underworld Knight” and is being controlled by them.

Uncle Bella, upon hearing about our battle experiences in Transylvania, realized the power we possessed, and thus he asked me to save his wife.

He told me he could trade some ‘dangerous’ information for this help.”

“So your Uncle Bella indeed withheld something from me in our previous conversation.

What a cunning fellow.”

Morphy hummed and then asked:

“Can you describe the Uncle Bella you remember?”

“Um.”

Adel immediately replied:

“Uncle Bella was a half-elf, and like my father, he was once a gladiator of the Mejewa Clan.

The Bella I knew was more skilled in spiritual energy and was one of the staunchest supporters when my mother planned our escape.

His yearning for freedom was inexhaustible like flame, and after we settled in the quiet valley and made our lives there, Uncle Bella always served as the valley’s defensive commander.

He and Aunt Bernice were partners.

Together in the arena, they were a lethal combination.

Their years of battle made them intuitively understand each other, and they also had a daughter who was born the same year as me.

I remember her name was ‘Lisa’, my best playmate during childhood.

But as you’ve said, Uncle Bella was also a cunning man.

His earlier life ensured that he’d always think first and foremost from the perspective that benefited him the most.”

“Can you give me some advice?”

Morphy nodded and then asked:

“If I need to reach some kind of mutually beneficial agreement with your Uncle Bella, where should I start?”

“Freedom!”

Adel answered with conviction:

“I believe that anyone who once escaped the gladiator games at the price of everything, including my mother, could not be utterly complacent about their unexpected resurrection and manipulation by the Jackal People.

Even though he has been brought back from the dead, I’m sure he’s unwilling to serve the Jackal People!

Actually, I think Uncle Bella has probably been secretly plotting another escape in the name of ‘freedom’.

In this respect, I think we can fully cooperate with him.

Those Jackal Warlocks of the Bonebite Clan busy in the Polluted Swamp are the enemies of both us.”

“Hmm, that makes sense.

Bring him in,” Morphy said, crossing his fingers as Adel opened the door and departed, returning a few minutes later with the Corpse Sorcerer Bella.

The creature had brass shackles on his hands and feet, not hindering his movement.

However, with these suppressors personally crafted by Cui Si, the necromancer’s spiritual energy was reduced to an extreme weakness, minimizing its threat level.

Seeing Morphy again prompted Corpse Sorcerer Bella to curse vehemently:

“I should have ignited the Netherfire and burned you to death at the swamp’s edge, you bastard!

You dare to turn ‘Hand of Freedom’ Mona and ‘Shadow Hydra’ Truman’s only daughter into a vampire!

I curse you, Morphy!

I curse you to fall into Hades, condemned for eternity!”

“Curse, ha.

If such weak curses could really send a vampire to Hades, then our race would have been extinct eight hundred years ago,” Morphy said dismissively, tapping on the desk:

“So calm down, Mr.

Bella.

If you’d listened to Adel’s story, you’d know it was I who saved her, bringing her back from becoming a pitiful ghoul, back to the human world under the midnight.

I don’t seek your gratitude, but at least you shouldn’t heap such abusive language on me!

Now, let’s get down to business.

Spill what you’ve been hiding.

Concerning those Jackal Warlocks manipulating you, what exactly are they doing in the swamp?”

“Ah!

If there were a choice…”

Bella sighed, sounding almost alive.

The necromancer drew his cowl over his head, concealing his mummified figure, his hoarse voice revealing:

“They are searching for something, something of great importance to the Jackal and Wolf Race, to be precise, a lost treasure.

It’s the King of Bone Biting, mysteriously vanished at the end of the fourth Black Disaster one hundred and ten years ago.”