My Players Are So Fierce

With such a convoluted dog planner-style thinking, Murphy soon arrived at the surface.

He caught sight of the Midnight Tower still under construction at a glance.

The foremen of the Stonemason Brotherhood hadn’t chosen to slack off just because a few leaders were temporarily absent.

Before going offline, Old Chen had specifically asked Master Irich of the Silver Dwarfs to help oversee the construction process.

This tower is not just a simple high-rise building; it is also Transylvania’s first large Mage Tower.

Therefore, the construction progress couldn’t possibly be fast.

According to Old Chen’s plan, the tower wouldn’t be topped off for at least another two months, and the internal decorations and Spiritual Energy convergence would require Master Irich to busy himself for another month.

Murphy didn’t disturb the workers and spread his wings to fly into the evening sky, looking down at his city.

The players’ absence seemed not to have disturbed the established order of the city.

People holding various positions around the city were getting off work and heading home, while street vendors continued their business.

A lively “snack street” was bustling in front of the residential area, with the sheriff’s carriage parked by the side.

Tonight, there’s a gladiatorial match, so many men were heading in groups of threes and fours towards the entrance of sewer number 7.

The Blood Rat Gang’s fight club had evidently become the hottest entertainment for the locals.

Outside the commercial district, in the city square, Sir Portman was directing the militia in their routine training.

Ever since Milian declared a state of war in Transylvania, these militias had to train twice weekly to avoid being caught unprepared in actual combat.

This was the rule in other villages as well.

The fierce customs of Transylvania people didn’t make this behavior unwelcome locally.

Notably, a new bar called “Mejewa’s Old Stories” recently opened in the commercial district.

It’s reportedly run by Veylanther’s shadow elves and is Crimson Castle’s first real “entertainment venue.”

The opening of this shop had Milian’s strong support, obviously believing that besides watching brutal gladiatorial matches and secretly organizing dangerous boxing matches, her subjects also needed some other “normal” leisure activities.

The newly established “Elf Community” at the outermost edge of the residential area wasn’t eye-catching.

Still, some half-elves who had moved in chose to walk in the vampire city that welcomed them during the evening, carrying a sense of unfamiliarity and discomfort.

Murphy withdrew his gaze and looked towards the Temple District.

It was time for evening prayers, with the bells of Avalon Cathedral echoing.

Some believers were gathering at the Eye of Wolf God Monastery, while Vam’s Berserker Temple hadn’t been completed yet, cold weather didn’t deter the tattoo-covered barbarian priests who proceeded to conduct martial training with some believers shirtless.

Hmm, actually, the players’ departure did slightly impact the city.

At least the Adventurer Guild was much quieter than usual.

Although there were still local mercenary groups coming and going there, they lacked the players’ noisy hustle that made it seem like the floor was on fire and they couldn’t walk properly.

How should I put it?

The place remains, but it’s like it’s missing a bit of its soul.

After all, this city was shaped piece by piece by the players.

Even though the number of players was at an absolute disadvantage compared to the population of Crimson Castle now, the city still inevitably absorbed some of their unique colors.

For instance, some locals who got along well with the players stood at the door puzzled, wondering why those annoying guys didn’t show up today?

They had planned to do a big cleanup at home today.

Without the free labor, they had to do it themselves.

Even Mother Mary Ann, leading the believers in prayer at the sanctuary, would wonder why that annoying Old Chen hadn’t come today?

Didn’t he come to “gather inspirations” every night?

“Don’t worry, your friends from another world will return in three days.”

Murphy grinned wide.

In his perception of Desire Ability, he once again confirmed that his subjects and players had achieved a perfect state of mutual adaptation.

This was exactly what Murphy wanted to see.

“What are you doing?

Smiling so weirdly, just like a supervillain cooking up a dangerous plan.”

A slightly disdainful voice from behind, belonging to Triss, reached him as Murphy turned to see the Duke flapping wing-like dragon wings and eyeing him while holding a glass of blood-mixed wine.

The Duke mercilessly mocked:

“Feeling a bit lonely since the players left?

Want a warm hug from Lady Triss?”

“We are vampires, Triss, our hugs can never be warm.”

Murphy seized the opportunity to quip and then stretched his arms, saying:

“I just think, perhaps we really should prioritize the construction of the ‘Hall of Valor.’”

Locals now use ‘Valor’ to describe them.

When I initially spread this rumor, I didn’t expect it would become so widespread and accepted.

Won’t they find the term Valor too exaggerated?”

“Certainly not.”

Triss shook her head and said:

“Transia People have suffered long enough from war.

They are belligerent but have always hoped for a great power to arrive, protecting them from hazardous creatures snatching away their lives at any moment.