My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2606 -869: Day of Assembly · Resolution of Repentance_3

“You should go back. You know how important the work over there is. I don’t need to emphasize it again.”

“I’ll leave right away.”

Old Flywheel turned his head and said a few words to his white moonlight, then rode a magic carpet and left. After he departed, Murphy softly said:

“Actually, I just hid something, Mrs. Little Bach. Lady Taylor has put a high bounty on your head. The famous ‘Black Widow’ of Charldo Harbor doesn’t want her lover to be flirting with other women outside.

You see, I’ve been short of money lately, so I’m planning to take this bounty…”

“Hahaha, you’re really too humorous, Lord Murphy.”

Little Bach was amused.

But the next second, she saw Murphy raise his left hand, and a ball of pale light burst from his hand, sweeping over the area where they stood.

This was some kind of scouting method, causing the mechanical parrot on her shoulder to screech in terror, making Little Bach realize Murphy might not have been joking earlier.

“Just now… what was that?”

The Tower Master of the Tower of Manipulation warily grabbed her mechanical scepter. She looked at Murphy, the Vampire Lord, who was frowning as he assessed the information brought back by the Omega Program scan. He stared at Little Bach and said:

“You don’t have subspace pollution on you, but there’s something else in you. To be precise, something terrifying is lurking in your mind, and that’s what’s protecting you from being polluted by the heretics in White Cliff?

Lord Paryen told me I could trust the Pure Faction organized by ‘Undying’ Lord Sim.

I thought he was getting senile, but now it seems your secret society indeed has some skills, relying on such a peculiar ‘symbiote’ to protect yourselves from subspace corruption.”

“You’re quite perceptive, Mr. Morphy, to have discovered something hidden so deeply.”

Little Bach cautiously said:

“It seems the ‘Headmaster’ was not exaggerating about your potential, as you are indeed a key figure capable of directly influencing the destiny of the continent. But regarding the secret of the symbiote in our minds, it’s not for me to explain to you.

The reason I insisted on meeting you was to deliver an invitation on behalf of Lord Sim.

After the crisis in Transylvania and the Black Disaster incident are over, the Pure Faction invites you to White Cliff. Specifically, the ‘Headmaster’ invites you to White Cliff, where something belonging to you awaits your retrieval.”

“Oh? Something that belongs to me?”

Murphy blinked, and he asked in return:

“How come I don’t know I’ve left something there? Do you know what it is?”

Little Bach shook her head, somewhat annoyed, and said:

“The logic of the Headmaster’s operations is beyond our understanding. We can only ask some questions, get accurate answers, and follow the prophecy it gives us, but even Lord Sim, who personally repaired it, finds it difficult to perfectly interpret every prophecy.

If it says there is, perhaps there indeed is.

According to the Headmaster’s prophecy, it might be related to something called the ‘Supervising Eye of the World’…”

“Hmm, I understand. I’ll go when the time is right.”

Hearing the term “Supervising Eye of the World,” Murphy understood. When he initially acquired the universal device, it indicated that to unlock all its potential, he needed to find the Supervising Eye of the World, dismantle it, and extract the core inside.

Of course, it could also be a meticulously planned trap meant to lure Alpha, but Murphy would have to manage the risks himself.

“Alright, the message has been delivered, and it’s time for us to leave.”

Little Bach stretched her shoulders, gave Lord Morphy a sweet smile of a half-body girl, and bid him farewell, seemingly not intending to talk more with him.

This decisive demeanor piqued Murphy’s curiosity, and he said:

“I thought you’d defend the Circle Tower a bit more.”

“Why should I defend it? We did indeed make mistakes, and our poor supervision led to the Twilight Corruption, causing a series of extremely bad events. These mistakes have been made, and no firm redress can exempt us from the responsibility we should bear.

In this kind of situation, doing something good for the civilized faction with our own hands is worth more than a thousand empty apologies.”

Little Bach turned around, waved her hand, and said:

“The Purifiers aren’t the type to be eloquent, so please, let us prove our apologies through our actions by defeating that evil god. Only then will I have the right to request a visit as a guest to Transylvania.

Oh, by the way.

Thank you for your help concerning Lena.

I once thought I lost Lena, but she is one of the few true friends I’ve had in my life.”

“Actually, before meeting you, I once thought you were a bad woman who enjoyed having two brothers fight for your affection.”

Murphy said behind her back:

“I apologize for my malicious thoughts. You are indeed a very graceful psychic.”

“But why do you think the old me wasn’t such a shallow and foolish girl?”

Little Bach covered her mouth and laughed, saying:

“People change, right?

Change is the truth of this world. Even rocks will weather over time, and the most foolish will grow wise from the world’s vicissitudes. Conversely, those smart ones might become stubborn and foolish over time.

I’ve hurt two people who were very important to me.

I’ve lived a lifetime of emotional guilt for those foolish days of youth, and the saddest part is that we’ve missed the best moment to reconcile, like three lines that will never cross again, each going our separate ways.

But fortunately, life doesn’t stop because of a mistake. There’s still a lot we can do.

Sigh, this old woman is speaking too much again.

Sorry, Mr. Morphy, just sharing my mistakes. If you can glean any lesson from it, then our meeting tonight hasn’t been wasted…”

She turned, wanting to see Murphy’s expression, but discovered the vampire who was just there had vanished into thin air.

Ah, what an annoying guy!

He didn’t even bother to properly listen to an older woman’s precious life lessons!

Granny Bach muttered to herself, thinking the young vampires of the Blood Vulture Clan this generation are indeed impolite. However, Governor Morphy is truly as handsome as the rumors say.

“Humph, let’s go, everyone.”

Little Bach waved her hand, and more than twenty psychics around the camp stood up like zombies controlled by a corpse handler.

She looked towards the direction of the Dark Mountain Range and said:

“It’s time to head to our place of destiny. Let’s express our apologies to those we have wronged through our actions.”