My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3088 -1028: Loren! Your Secret Is Out! Don’t Resist, and No One Will Get Hurt!

As the carriage started, Count Leon leaned back on the sofa and reached to hold the wrist of his lover, he said softly:

“But I also know, that the reason you refuse to accept the title of Lady Cape is not because you don’t like it, but because you, this vixen, want more, like… Duchess?”

The Psychic did not answer, but her silence was itself an answer.

Back then, choosing to sell the rest of her life for a generous sum of gold wasn’t merely out of greed for wealth. As one of the top graduates of Circle Tower, she had a clear life plan and knew how to seize every fleeting opportunity.

“It’s not the time yet.”

Bouncing along with the carriage, Count Leon looked out into the restless night, and said warmly:

“The Cape Family will always be His Majesty’s most loyal subjects. I once vowed to my King to devote everything to him; we cannot foolishly oppose the Sun King at the height of his power. Under such sunlight, we must be loyal and docile.”

“Yet, there are dark undertows in the kingdom.”

Runa tightened her grip on her lover’s hand, who was thirty years older than her, and said softly:

“The brighter the radiant sun shines, the darker the shadows behind it grow. As many as worship him, just as many wish for his downfall. We must be loyal to the Sun King, but which King can last forever?”

Leon, on the night I completely gave myself to you, didn’t you personally promise me that I would wear that crown, Fraser would don the purple robe and ascend the throne, and our child would be his heir?”

“Be patient, Runa.”

The Count lightly patted his lover’s waist and picked up a book lying next to him, which he began to browse, saying:

“Just like my father’s life experience, what we need now is an opportunity and a patron.”

The Psychic nodded and said no more.

But she glanced at the book held by the Count, it was not a book on history or politics.

It was a religious text.

From the Church of the Sacred Light, recently risen in Transylvania, ah, what a beautiful faith, most suitable for the spiritually impoverished Goldenrod People to read.

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“I really didn’t expect, that even the ocean could not hinder the messengers of Mother Earth. But could you be a bit more low-key next time? Those Sea Elves almost thought you were launching an assassination on their Prince.”

In the VIP cabin of the “Storm’s Tooth”, Murphy gazed with a helpless expression at the three Earth Priests whose faces were covered with fervent runes.

He said to the three Silver Dwarf envoys:

“So what important matter couldn’t wait until I stepped onto the Continent to be discussed? Did you have to use such a dangerous method, or were you actually trying to provoke the Elves?”

“The matter is crucial, Sir. The Supreme Lord demands we deliver the treasure into your hands at the quickest pace, as proof of fulfilling the promise.”

The leading Earth Priest unchained a box fastened to his body and handed it to Murphy with both hands, declaring loudly:

“The Gaia Temple has completed its entrusted task; the three Divine Artifacts you commissioned in Silver Fort have been crafted. Please inspect them.”

“So soon?”

Murphy looked surprised at the three boxes being handed over and said:

“I thought you would need more time.”

“It was the will of the Mother Goddess, who assisted our artisans in crafting the three Divine Artifacts. The entire process was as smooth as if divinely guided.”

The Earth Priest sighed:

“I never imagined the crafting of Divine Artifacts would be so easy and simple. This evidently is because the Mother Goddess anticipates these items playing a significant role in the upcoming war. Furthermore, the Supreme Lord asked me to deliver a message to you.”

The priest stepped forward, coughed lightly, and whispered:

“The Supreme Lord’s granddaughter is due to marry in a few months, and Lord Ofg does not wish for the groom to be late or suffer unexpected harm. He requests his most trusted vampire friend to help him fulfill this wish.”

“Sigh, Grandfather worries about his grandson and still beats around the bush to say it?”

Murphy mocked:

“Though I really dislike Loren, that Dwarf, if this is a request from Silver Fort, I will do my utmost to accomplish it. Speaking of which, should I present a gift for Loren’s wedding?”

“The wedding of the Silver Dwarfs does not invite outsiders to observe, Sir, so we appreciate your kind intentions.”

The Earth Priest grinned and said:

“Lord Ofg also said he promised not to intervene in the conflict between Transylvania and Marshall Loren, but if you intend to remove Loren’s head, at least let the Silverheart Clan establish an heir first.”

“Understood!”

Murphy also smiled, reaching out to accept the wooden box before him and opening it in his hands, revealing a blood-red straight-edged warblade quietly resting within, reflecting a sharp glint in the light of the cabin.

He reached out to touch the blade’s edge, asking:

“Does it have a name?”

“The Mother Goddess has bestowed a sacred name upon this weapon.”

The Earth Priest spoke with fervor and respect:

“The Mother Goddess calls it ‘Long Night Guardian’, anticipating that the wielder of this weapon will become a beacon of order under midnight, just like you!”