My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1061 - 360. Is the wheelchair monster in the game going to +1 again?

Chapter 1061: 360. Is the wheelchair monster in the game going to +1 again?

Murphy could finally clear out that urn of ashes from his office.

For the Lord, this was good news, even if, as a Midnight Descendant Vampire, he might be seen as an evil being by others, as one born into darkness under the night sky. Yet having an urn of ashes as a decoration in one’s place of work and living was still a bit too "avant-garde."

As he handed Mr. X’s urn of ashes to Turner, he specifically reminded him:

"This has been purified, after all, you know his situation, consumed in part by the Purification Fire of the Avalon Church. It was a necessary act, I hope the Frost dwarfs won’t mind."

"But what’s left should be enough for Lord Ratir to rest in peace."

The Winter Wolf Monk did not pick and choose.

He held the urn of ashes with due reverence in both hands, and the moment he received it, the follower of the Winter Wolf sensed another presence on the urn.

It was as vast and intrusively profound as the watchful gaze of the God of the North Wind.

This made him immediately realize the meaning of Murphy mentioning "the gaze of three Divine Spirits" focused on Crimson Castle.

The Vampire Governor had not lied, and he had such confidence as to keep an object under the gaze of Mother Earth Gaia in his office—yet you’re a vampire, big brother! Aren’t you afraid that one day Gaia might wake up in a bad mood and hit you or your city with continental shelf fracturing or a ninth-circle Earthquake Skill?

Turner’s puzzled look did not escape Murphy’s gaze.

The vampire hardly had to employ his sensory perception to guess what the fellow was thinking. Without offering much of an explanation, he simply waved his hand and said:

"Now that you’ve joined Transylvania for a common goal, to be part of this endeavor with those of us about to face trials, perhaps I should offer you a more formal position.

About the newly established ’Shadow Trace Sect’..."

"Ah?"

This time, Turner was genuinely surprised.

This weathered Northern monk’s eyes went wide as he exclaimed:

"They’ve just been established? Impossible!"

"Hmm, to be precise, they’ve been established for just over five hours now."

Murphy explained candidly, with a smile:

"I know where your surprise comes from, and I don’t conceal that the skills employed by my warriors are not handed down from this land.

I am about to reveal a secret to you, but you must swear an oath to the God of the North Wind not to disclose it lightly.

I hope you understand the importance of this oath.

For in the hunt for Dusk, they are my most critical support, and I guess you’re unlikely to find warriors as tenacious and fearless as they are anywhere in the world.

This oath of secrecy is not a request, either."

On matters concerning Dusk, Sir Turner was always very serious.

Once he realized Murphy wasn’t joking, he took his vow as a devotee of the Winter Wolf seriously, invoking the god’s name. A gust of cold wind blew out of nowhere, circled around the two for several rounds, and then quietly disappeared.

This meant the oath of secrecy was established.

Only then did Murphy share the truth about the warriors with the monk before him. Watching Turner’s astonished expression, he said:

"No matter how deeply rooted Dusk is in our world or how powerful their forces are on this continent, they cannot influence the life from Exotic Lands. So, in this war that is set to be long and drawn out, I will trust my warriors without reservation, and I believe you will do the same.

But as you see, my warriors, though fierce, lack guidance in advanced skills and understanding of the dangers of the continent.

Take the Shadow Trace Sect, for instance. I’m convinced that this Guild has a bright future, but if they could have a confirmed powerful character among them to lend support, the journey of these warriors from Another World would be smoother.

I hope you will join the Shadow Trace Sect.

Of course, you are a member of the Winter Wolf Religion, and I’m not asking you to betray your faith, just to join them as an honored guest.

I believe my warriors would not turn away your arrival."

"I need to consider this."

Turner did not respond immediately, instead he said:

"I am not just a monk of the Winter Wolves Religion; I am also a Vow-Keeping Monk of the Eye of Wolf God Monastery. Such matters of changing allegiances must be communicated with Master Yuri before I can give an answer, but I think Master Yuri would not refuse.

He has also received the decree of the God of the North Wind and has come to Transylvania with his brethren from the Monastery. They are meant to stay here for a long time.

And their duties for the God of the North Wind here are different from mine. I hope you and your officials will not make things difficult for them."

"I could even build them a new, secret Monastery here, if they wish to stay."

Murphy said with a smile:

"I don’t resist the spread of the belief in the God of the North Wind in Transylvania; as you can see, my subjects are suffering, and their spiritual world is barren.

In this dangerous world, faith is not just an excuse for self-comfort; it is armor and a shield for the soul.

You may convey my thoughts to Master Yuri.

If he wishes for the valor of the God of the North Wind to endure in Transylvania, he can go to the administrative office to find Madam Jules, my religious manager, who will give them an opportunity.

By the way, my warriors are planning to host a banquet tonight; they sent me a rudimentary invitation. Would you like to join me?"