My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1059 - 359. Turner and victim Mr. X_2

Chapter 1059: 359. Turner and victim Mr. X_2

"You could have come directly to the Blood Eagle Corridor to find me; I have been waiting for you to initiate a visit, Mr. Turner. I won’t hide the fact that I even prepared a glass of Moonlight Vintage from North Wind Castle for you."

While the Winter Wolf Monk was pondering a solution in his mind, a calm voice suddenly rose from the darkness behind him, startling Turner, before he relaxed.

"Governor Murphy?"

He turned around in astonishment to see the Vampire Lord standing in the dim room, blending into the darkness, and said:

"You’re a member of the Blood Vulture Clan, aren’t you? Why are you so proficient in the Midnight Stealth Skill of the Thorn Clan?"

"Just think of me as studious,"

Murphy sighed.

He didn’t want to answer the question, but the answer was quite straightforward: all the techniques of the Thorn Clan served their astonishing assassination skills. Murphy had practiced the Midnight Assassin Swordsmanship to a master level under the tutelage of Necessary Evil, so it was natural that he had also become proficient in these accompanying skills.

This was like picking up something on the side while grabbing at straws—an incidental matter.

Over the past few days, Murphy had been learning the Spiritual Energy Secret Sword Techniques of the Clan of Secret Blood. The damned "Spiritual Energy Bullet Rebound" was as demonic to practice as playing singles tennis by oneself.

Of course, that was not what he had specially come to discuss with Turner.

"I noticed you the moment you showed up at the fighting club after arriving in Transylvania, Mr. Turner."

Murphy made no attempt to conceal his curiosity about the Winter Wolf Monk.

He stood still, letting the darkness envelop him, and spoke with a serene voice:

"I don’t know if it’s just that martial artists have simple thoughts, but you really didn’t need to participate in the boxing championship to attract my attention, just as you don’t need to hide your inner doubts at this moment... That’s right, when you are unguarded, I can hear your thoughts; this is a blessing of the midnight.

However, I do not make a habit of prying into people’s hearts; it is often very impolite.

I bring this up to tell you... Let’s cut to the chase. What exactly are you seeking from me?"

"Is this place safe?"

The Winter Wolf Monk asked cautiously.

Murphy blinked and said:

"That depends on how you interpret the word ’safe’ and what you intend to discuss with me. If we include your four companions who represent the eyes of the God of the North Wind, then my Crimson Castle is currently under the scrutiny of three divine spirits, which I believe, is a level of ’security’ not commonly found across the continent."

"I’m aware of an Avalon Cathedral under construction in the city; I just didn’t expect the God of Nature to actually choose Transylvania."

Turner let out a sigh of relief and spoke softly in the darkness:

"I came into your territory only to fulfill my hunt, Dusk! My God told me that I could find traces of Dusk in Transylvania."

"Indeed, you can! Before you came, we suffered greatly from the harassment of those bastards."

Upon hearing the Winter Wolf Monk utter the word "Dusk," Murphy immediately realized this was a case of wishes coming true, not only had he lured a few formidable professionals with the monk as bait, but the bait itself represented a pleasant surprise.

Yet Murphy did not immediately trust Turner.

Before the fall of Avalon Church, even the Elders’ Council in Gramo was infiltrated by spies from Dusk, proving their influence spread across the continent.

If Avalon Church could be penetrated, it indicated that the Winter Wolf Religion was not particularly safe either.

Therefore, Murphy countered:

"Where did you hear this name? And why are you seeking to hunt them down?"

"Does it matter?"

Turned frowned as he asked, and Murphy answered quite seriously:

"Of course it does. Having a common goal does not mean we are already friends, Mr. Turner. I must know what I need to know.

If you truly understand what Dusk is, you would know my caution is absolutely necessary.

So, speak up.

We have ample time to talk before your subordinates awake from the Sleeping Skill."

"Alright then."

Turner thought for a few seconds.

He was about to speak but was interrupted by a gesture from Murphy, who pointed to his own heart and then to his ears, saying to the Winter Wolf Monk:

"Remove the protective barrier from your mind; I want to hear both your spoken words and your thoughts—neither can be missing! Therefore, I remind you for the last time.

If you are one of Dusk’s minions, then you should now attempt an escape."

"I’m not!"

Turner was greatly annoyed by the Vampire’s suspicion.

However, after taking three deep breaths, he truly relaxed the spiritual protection around his mind, allowing Murphy to once again clearly hear the thoughts of the monk before him.

As expected, the guy’s spirit was calm.

That’s how the spirits of martial monk masters are: tranquil. A person whose heart is filled with constant war and rage cannot become a good martial monk; the path requires more refinement of the spirit than reliance on martial skills, and thus, for those who only think of chopping away, becoming a warrior is their destined path.

"Years ago, when I was a scouting officer for the Winter Wolf Army in the Great Wilderness of the North Boundary, during a particular escort mission, the troop I was with was attacked by the Xisha Barbarian Gangs.

We suffered terrible losses.

All my brothers died in that attack, and worse still, the important person we were escorting went missing after that disaster."