My Players Are So Fierce

1153: 390.

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1153: 390.

Transylvania’s first offline casino is about to open!_2

“Are you still not planning to use the Source Blood?

Bella and Bernice are very concerned about your situation.

Even though they’re dead, they still hope that you can gain your freedom.”

The question brought Lady Adel to a halt.

She remained silent for several seconds before biting her lip and saying with a subtle tone,

“And what about you?

Do you wish for me to leave you forever?

Do you feel my loyalty is not yet enough?

I can improve, I can learn from Maxim.

I…”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

Murphy waved his hand to stop Adel from continuing and said in a low voice,

“Don’t overthink it, go on with your tasks.”

“Alright, Master.”

Adel breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the door open, and walked out.

After she left, Murphy slammed the pen in his hand onto the desk and then covered his eyes with his hand, his handsome face painted with an expression of intense pain and helplessness.

Adel’s personality wasn’t like this in the past, she wouldn’t have spoken such pitiful words like a kitten about to be abandoned, even having a hint of coquetry.

It seems the blood bond’s effect on her mind was becoming quite severe.

Although she never showed it, E Sister’s dependence on him was growing increasingly helpless, like being stuck in a mire.

“This can’t continue, I’m afraid trouble will ensue…”

Murphy massaged his eyes and sighed,

“If only I had forced her to drink it back then, damn it, all Phemys’s fault!

If only you were a normal vampire, it would have been perfect for you and Adel to form the blood bond.

If that were the case, I wouldn’t need to worry and suffer from headaches now.

But considering Phemys’s birth and growth had something to do with Dusk, the culprit behind this is still that damned heretic organization!

Damn it!

Creating such a mess for me, one of these days I will annihilate all you evildoers!

Ah, the blood bond…

Truly a double-edged sword.

But I am curious to see how Happy Stick and Melia will develop in the future?

A love unresolved across worlds?

Tsk tsk, that must be interesting.

Ah, a Ruthless General eager for battle, a blind Blood race with a rough history, a bond formed not out of affection but for help and benefit, a twisted relationship that can’t be untangled.

All the elements for a wonderful love story are present, perhaps I should invite the Paladino Knight over again for a ‘pure love blessing’ for those two.

Ha!

I knew it would be interesting!”

—

While Murphy was indulging in his inhumane plan to enjoy the troubles of others for his own entertainment, at the farmstead number three near Crimson Castle, in the village chief’s yard, Life is pretty good was finalizing the “Village Development Plan” with his four secretaries.

They were busy.

They occasionally exchanged a few words before continuing to work on the plan they had prepared for the past several days, its thoroughness evident from the thick stack of papers.

However, it wasn’t long before another “guest” appeared in Old Huo’s office.

The leader of the Blood Rat Gang, Miss Doris, quietly jumped in through the window, attempting to make a thief-like “traditional” entrance.

Yet before she could take a step, she noticed an almost inaudible Spiritual Energy trap underfoot.

The trap was already activated.

It was cunningly arranged to blend with the cracks in the floor tiles throughout the office, and any assassin with slightly less sharp eyes or experience would fail to notice it.

The mere touch of the Spiritual Energy lines, now spread out in all directions and subtly vibrating within the shadows, would trigger the trap.

Doris did not know the effects of this Spiritual Energy trap, but she was not about to rely on her agility to rashly test it.

No thief who lived long would spontaneously compare strengths with a trap of unknown effect.

High skill did not justify reckless suicide, and good fortune should not be the confidence for taking unnecessary risks.

So, the cautious leader of the Blood Rat Gang materialized on the spot, and Luoyan quickly grabbed a short wand nearby.

Although she had not passed the Black Iron Trial, the Spiritual Energy Beam gathering at the end of the wand was already quite remarkable.

Coupled with her impressive personal image, she did indeed have the demeanor of a Psychic.

The other three secretarial sisters reacted more slowly, but they too immediately grabbed their weapons.

From their looks, they were respectively a warrior, a hunter, and a bard.

Although they had administrative jobs, the decisive actions of the four sisters showed that they also had not neglected their personal power.

This made sense.

Being administrators was their job, while choosing combat professions was their way of life.

Elite workers like them always clearly distinguished work from personal life.

“Don’t be tense, put down your weapons.”

Old Huo was startled when he saw Doris appearing.

As a Cunning Magician, he had set up a resentful spirit trap for his own office but it was apparently not sufficient to handle an assassin like Doris.

He regretted this internally but still had to put on the air of a dignified general.

With a commanding gesture and a drawn-out voice he said,

“Miss Doris and her Blood Rat Gang are the most valuable partners of the ‘Transylvania Entertainment and Leisure Guild,’ and I trust her visit today is not malevolent.

We’re friends, right?

Miss Doris.”

“Are you trying to imitate Murphy?”

Doris unceremoniously used a masterful Shadow Step to weave through the shadows and appeared in the chair opposite Old Huo, casually pulling it out and leaning on it.