My Players Are So Fierce

1561: 524.

Are you saying goodbye?

Or are you flaunting your relationship?

524.

Are you saying goodbye?

Or are you flaunting your relationship?

“Hmm, I can understand.”

The professor nodded, then he thought of something and asked:

“Should I establish a ‘base’ for the outsiders at Charldo Harbor?

They’ll surely head to that bustling location to start their adventures in the future, and their reckless behavior might cause them trouble if not properly guided.”

“If possible, that would be ideal.”

Murphy was gratified to see that Professor Malcolm also displayed some “game development talent.” Look at that, he even proactively started preparing for future story development.

Murphy chuckled and, under the professor’s curious gaze, handed him a special Calculating Pearl.

Murphy coughed twice and said solemnly:

“So, as we are about to part ways, I must formally extend an invitation to you as a representative of the ‘Real Different World’ development team.

Malcolm of the otherworld, are you willing to join our small group, to become a guide and protector for outsiders on this continent?

Are you willing to dedicate your wisdom and the rest of your life to building a ‘paradise apart from the world’ for them in this foreign land?”

As Milian’s adjutant and one of the NPC administrators who interacted most with players, the professor had some knowledge of the players’ secrets.

Most importantly, Professor Malcolm maintained good personal relationships with Lady Shui and Professor Chen, continuously learning about the otherworld’s history from them.

Although Murphy had never explicitly explained to him the origins of the outsiders or their unique connection to this world, the professor obviously had his own judgments.

He wasn’t in a hurry to request more permissions from Murphy; instead, he was waiting inwardly for this moment to arrive.

Faced with Murphy’s inquiry, the professor straightened his back and adjusted his collar, responding seriously and resolutely:

“Of course!

I’ve always been looking forward to fulfilling such responsibilities.”

“Good, then I will hand over the management of the tavern’s historical section on the forum to you.

Although the vast distance between Transylvania and Charldo Harbor may sever the connection between this Calculating Pearl and the Core Bead, I’ve already granted the permissions.”

Murphy explained:

“Even in a ‘disconnected’ state, you can leave posts on the forum in ‘offline mode.’ Although you won’t be able to actively communicate with me, once I see the posts and messages, I’ll respond with appropriate adjustments.

Speaking of this…

My warrior, Meng HaHa, has proposed a device based on otherworldly knowledge for remote communication, which she calls the ‘wireless radio.’ I know the Half-body Man side has similar technology, so if possible, you and Little Sheron should quickly assist Meng HaHa in developing and applying this device.”

“The communication system composed of Calculating Pearls is easily affected by changes in the Spiritual Energy environment; we need a more secure channel for information exchange.”

“Alright, got it.”

The professor accepted this task.

The carriage arrived outside the city at this time, and the three passengers disembarked to see the massive convoy parked ahead.

A total of forty large wagons, each adorned with the golden lion logo of the “Lion’s Pride Logistics Group,” signifying that this convoy belonged to the faction under Pink Kitty Bunny, whose efforts to monopolize Transylvania’s logistics industry were clearly making progress.

Beside the wagons, 500 “special exchange students” selected from ages 8 to 18 were saying goodbye to their parents and guardians.

They would head to Charldo Harbor’s school to study, returning in the future with knowledge to aid Transylvania’s resurgence.

Of course, the calamities from the ten-year war resulted in the majority of these children being orphans.

Their guardians, unified under Madam Jules—Transylvania’s religious affairs official—were presently saying their goodbyes with kindly smiles, handing each child a “red envelope” as a travel allowance.

Thanks to Old Huo’s “charity gambling competition” during the Holy Blood Festival, the children wouldn’t head to the unfamiliar city empty-handed.

Each red envelope didn’t contain much, but it was certainly enough for emergencies.

Many of the children cried, causing Madam Jules and the other guardians to tear up in return, and even the newbie players standing roadside to fulfill Pink Kitty Bunny’s “escort mission” couldn’t resist wiping away their tears.

Ah, their little players were truly emotional.

The typically stone-hearted Governor Murphy wiped at his stinging eyes, giving such a disparaging assessment before glancing towards the professor, who was reuniting with his wife and children, as well as Little Sheron, whose fuming expression caught his attention.

The latter was already dressed in her travel uniform but clearly preferred to stay in Transylvania to support the Black Disaster war effort.

“Don’t make a fuss.”

Murphy reached out to pat Little Sheron’s head and said:

“This time, you’re going for an important mission.

You’re an adult now; you should learn to cope with your disappointments.”

“But my subjects will call me a coward.”

Sheron complained:

“Earl of Xike Territory has never fled a war—I might be the first to abandon the battlefield as the Xike Countess.”

“When they see the support materials you bring back, anyone with a heart even slightly bigger than a stone will recognize you’re not a deserter; you’re a hero!”

Murphy advised:

“The Black Disaster won’t end quickly.

You can still return to fight once you’ve finished your tasks.

Remember, Professor Malcolm represents Transylvania in Charldo Harbor, and you represent the Blood Vulture Clan.

Though most of the time, these two are aligned, there may be special circumstances where their interests conflict.

In those situations, it’ll be your turn to step forward.”

“Yeah, Lady Triss explained that to me.

I know what to do.”

Sheron nodded and accepted the “Blood Vulture Ambassador” badge from Murphy, pinning it to the front of her outfit.

Just as Murphy was about to say more to her, sobbing suddenly erupted from nearby, causing both vampires to look back in surprise.

The Chosen Ashman stood a short distance away in his trench coat.

In his left arm was Palian’s elder sister, Delia, and in his right was Palian’s younger sister, Mia.

The two girls, who bore a striking resemblance apart from their hairstyles, clung to their shared love and wept bitterly.

In the cold night wind, the red rings on their fingers shone brightly, and identical rings adorned the Ashman’s fingers as well.

This lucky bastard had unlocked his “cyber love story” before the “romance game” deadline, utilizing a “liquid courage” special trait to awkwardly secure the hearts of his two beloveds.

And it turned out to be a double victory!

Pfft, should you say he doesn’t understand love or that he’s playing the field?

“Alright, don’t cry anymore.

I promise, as soon as the Black Disaster improves, I’ll head to Charldo Harbor to visit you both.”

The Ashman’s eyes were already red.

But as a man with a sense of responsibility, he displayed commendable integrity at this moment, comforting his two girlfriends, saying:

“Take good care of yourselves in Charldo Harbor.

Study hard and don’t disappoint Professor Chen’s expectations.

Even though he doesn’t say so, he already sees you both as his students and deeply hopes to personally train two outstanding otherworldly architects.”

“No more crying, okay?

I swear, Old Chen and I will definitely come to see you.”

“You’re not allowed to flirt with other women!”

Palian’s younger sister stood on tiptoe and bit Ashman’s ear fiercely, saying:

“If we catch you, you’re dead!

Bataxin’s guards will keep an eye on you.”

“If you don’t visit us, we’ll find boyfriends over there.”

Palian’s elder sister took it a step further, planting kisses on Ashman’s neck while issuing a deadly threat.

Their demands left the Ashman both amused and helpless.

He hugged his digital wives tightly in his arms and murmured:

“Who else besides you two silly girls would fancy me, a broke student…

I’ll stay with you until fate eventually pulls us apart, I promise!

Once I become stronger, I’ll marry you both.

I believe that damn feature will eventually be unlocked one day!”

“Shut up, you filthy man!”