My Players Are So Fierce

1091: 369.

Sir Morphy actually gave out a cyber-wife?_3

1091: 369.

Sir Morphy actually gave out a cyber-wife?_3

“Dou and Jie will be in charge of registration this time.

I’ll give them a heads-up to give priority to our own people.”

“No problem!”

Tepar’s eyes lit up as he promised on the spot:

“We can bring at least 20 people.”

“20 isn’t enough; we’re recruiting a lot this time.

It would be best if we could bring 30!

Also, there’s another piece of news.

It’s said that the development team is about to roll out something big.”

Lin shared his insider tidbits, winking and saying:

“Someone managed to get information from Brother Fa.

Starting next week, new slots will be released every week.

If you can find more people, hurry up and get them organized!

Didn’t Brother Fa privately mention the ‘stronghold’ matter to you and to Stick Brother before?

I reckon that next week’s update will be related to this.

If the developers grant you the stronghold management rights and you can’t handle it…

tsk, brother, losing face would be an understatement.”

“Mm.”

Tepar nodded and didn’t say much more.

After watching Lin leave with the new recruits and the refugees, the leader of the RP Party clenched his fist with an electrifying stare.

He returned to his brothers’ base and called over several team leaders to tell them:

“Brothers, a good friend I made on my travels has shared a secret tip with me: there’s going to be a fluctuation in Transylvania’s mystical portal soon.

Spread the word in your respective taverns that we, the Rushing River Knights Group, are recruiting more members.

This land needs us, and it needs them too!”

“Rest assured, Tepar.”

A burly man known as “Locus Firehammer” said in a deep voice:

“There are many trustworthy brothers waiting to be called.

As soon as the portal opens, the warriors of the Holy Light will rush to Transylvania to join the grand occasion!

And our Locus Clan’s Locus Ironhammer, Locus Giganthammer, Locus Earthhammer, and Locus Woodhammer are all geared up and ready to go!”

“Mm, our Torrent Castle will soon rise on this land.”

Tepar turned his head to look in the direction of Westerly Territory, pondered for a moment, and then told the others:

“We need to demonstrate our capabilities and courage to Sir Morphy as soon as possible.

I propose we don’t rest.

You guys go back to Westerly Territory with the guide first.

I’ll head to Morlan village to bring Fredyng and his soldiers.

Over the next week, we’ll make a few more runs.

We’ll strive to bring a total of over ten thousand refugees to Lord Morphy before the mystical portal opens!

In doing so, he’ll allocate us a greater number of soldiers.

Of course, this isn’t a transaction; we’re merely spreading the teachings of the Holy Light with our good deeds…”

“We’re going again?”

Upon hearing Tepar’s proposal, Marlene, the archmage, immediately frowned and said:

“Can I request to stay at Crimson Castle?”

“Hmm?”

Facing Tepar’s icy stare, Marlene swiftly stood at attention and shouted:

“Reporting to the captain, I mean I want to serve the team better, so I’d like to go to Lady Cui Si’s Alchemy Cottage as a slave…

uh, I mean as an apprentice!

I need some startup capital.

By doing so, I can earn money for the team while diligently practicing alchemy, thereby cutting down on unnecessary spending on consumables in the future.”

“Mm, that’s more like it.”

Tepar nodded in satisfaction, took out 5 Gold Coins from the Psychic package to give him as startup capital, and instructed the archmage Marlene to set up a liaison office for the Rushing River Knights Group at Crimson Castle.

He heard that after the work crew at the administrative office finishes the factory construction at Andma Hills, they’ll start building shops on a large scale in the city.

Make sure to rent one at a low price.

Meanwhile, in the Midnight Room of Blood Eagle Corridor.

Wumeioge and Happy Stick, who have been trapped and couldn’t log in for a full seven days, finally returned to their beloved Transylvania right on time.

Upon opening his eyes, Wumeioge let out a wolf howl.

He leaped from the stone platform, knelt on the ground, and stretched out his hands towards the sky.

Yelling at the top of his broken voice, he said:

“Ah, the great foot of Avalon, your faithful servant has once again returned to Transylvania, blessed by your favor.

I swear!

I swear I will never leave your sacred land again.

Oh, I’m finally back!

Let me take a few deep breaths of this damned humid air in the vampire lair!

Ah, I’ve missed you guys so much, damn it, reality is so damn boring, this place is so much better.”

“That’s not what you said when you were looking for little sisters to massage your back!”

Happy Stick scrambled up and kicked the embarrassing Wumeioge, saying:

“And it was still me who paid for it, what a loss.”

“I’ll pay you back next time, good brother.

Let’s go, hurry up and do the quest.

Seven days!

Imagine how much those guys must have pulled ahead.”

Wumeioge hurriedly rushed to the front of the Psychic storage locker to retrieve his equipment and followed Happy Stick, chatting nonstop as they left the Midnight Room.

But just as they stepped out, Happy Stick froze in place.

In front of him stood two vampire sisters clad in Blood Vulture robes, one with twin ponytails supporting another long-haired girl whose eyes were covered with a crimson cloth.

Seeing her, Happy Stick suddenly felt as if his mind leaped out of his body and connected with this lifeform before him in an indescribable way.

Especially when certain mental senses seemed to merge completely.

It was like an invisible chain, locking these two individuals from different worlds together.

Happy Stick couldn’t describe this feeling, but the girl named Melia Corando, supported by her sister Winnie, stepped forward, bowed slightly and said to Happy Stick:

“Welcome back to Transylvania, master.”

“What the fuck!”

Happy Stick blurted out the curse, cold hands and feet.

“What the fuck?”

The nearby Wumeioge was completely dumbfounded.

That one word “master” shouted by the vampire girl made his hair stand on end, and his eyes darted between Happy Stick and the girl with a look of fear on his face.

After a long struggle, he viciously grabbed Happy Stick’s collar and screamed:

“You’d better spill the beans!

What the hell did you and Brother Fa get up to?

Why did he send you an electronic wife?

Most importantly, why don’t I have one!

That’s not fair!

I want one too!”