My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1152 - 390. Transylvania’s first offline casino is about to open!

Chapter 1152: 390. Transylvania’s first offline casino is about to open!

Lady Adel soon returned to Crimson Castle with her Uncle Bella and Aunt Bernice. The Grand Duke of Cui Si had been waiting there.

According to Cui Si’s own boasts, when she had been "young," she "interned" for a while in the Moon Holy City of the Sanghai Empire and had developed her unique understanding of Death Psychic Power. Though she hadn’t reached the level of a master of the Undead, she was still competent enough to check on Bernice’s condition as an Undead physician.

Despite Cui Si’s cryptic words, Murphy could roughly guess the truth.

Cui Si’s "internship" in the Sanghai Empire probably wasn’t a regular "Vampire exchange" program, and there was a good chance she had stealthily learned the Moon priests’ forbidden knowledge in their Holy City, and, likely, she got caught before mastering it.

She must have made an equally humiliating escape, just as she had when she tried to steal the Holy Grail from the Elf Kingdom and got chased for her efforts.

Otherwise, given Cui Si’s character, where she valued knowledge and loved to dance with death, she would never have allowed herself to give up mastering the knowledge of death halfway through her studies.

Including this time, how many setbacks had the Scarlet Witch, known throughout the continent, already suffered?

Others might command the continent through overwhelming strength, but Cui Si’s notoriety lay in being chased and beaten by many. Wasn’t that an astonishing situation to be in?

However, when it came to her attitude toward the pursuit of knowledge, Cui Si’s seriousness and scrupulousness were enough to make Murphy, who had been slacking in this area and only managed to advance his swordsmanship skills to the level of a master while still being an amateur in Summoning Technique, feel both ashamed and disgraced.

Meanwhile, as Cui Si was checking Bernice’s body and studying the unique profession typical of the death spirit faction "Underworld Knight," Murphy in his office also finished listening to the request of Hog, relayed by Adel.

"Indeed, a clever fellow, perhaps even too clever,"

Murphy said, shaking his head:

"It seems it hasn’t been slacking off lately and has learned about the chaotic ’bursting vitality in all things’ posture Transylvania adopts in the face of the Black Disaster.

It’s clear that Hog has developed a sense of security anxiety.

As the ones who supported it from the beginning, we must give it some confidence at this time."

"But, for the administrative department to recognize Hog’s Clan as a member of Transylvania would certainly stir up a big storm,"

Adel said hesitantly:

"I guess Milian and Professor Malcolm would agree, with the Governor already worn out over manpower, and Professor Malcolm deeply committed to achieving equality among races.

However, the people of Transylvania are rough and stubborn; they won’t so easily accept a group of Jackal and Wolf People as their neighbors, especially when this place has suffered from the Jackal People’s scourge for hundreds of years, making the hatred between them difficult to untie."

"Then we simply won’t untie it, and leave it to time,"

Murphy didn’t seem as worried. He said to Adel,

"The locals even hated Witch Hunters before, but look at them now, young people are voluntarily heading to Morlan village to take part in the Witch Hunters’ Hunting Trials.

Although the rebirth of the Avalon faith plays a part, it’s also clear it’s because the Witch Hunters have never missed any battle since the establishment of Crimson Castle.

We people of Transylvania may be rough and stubborn, but a life of hardship has also made us realistic and stable.

The locals won’t care about anything that can’t feed or warm them; as long as Hog and its Clan firmly stand with us and make a visible contribution to Transylvania during this time of Black Disaster.

I believe their acceptance by the locals is just a matter of time!

After all, considering Kenbort’s situation, there is a significant difference between the Wolf People of Transylvania and those from the Dark Mountain Range—it wouldn’t be a problem to consider them two separate species.

Moreover, Smugglers’ Forest, where they reside, is far from Transylvanian human settlements and can be considered a frontier in many ways.

Unless one is involved in disreputable dealings, it’s unlikely for the locals to come into contact with Hog and its Clan in their lifetime."

At this point, Murphy glanced at Adel.

He said softly:

"You decide on this matter, Adel! You are the "Dark Female Baron"; that’s your territory, and I shouldn’t override your authority to decide everything there.

You also need to learn to take on your administrative responsibilities, not use ’loyalty’ as an excuse to shift your duties to me, just like Maxim, who claims the title of Baron Lim but has scarcely managed his own territory.

I now realize in his mouth, loyalty is not only a self-proclaimed virtue but also the perfect excuse for laziness.

Ah, this is probably what we often call ’pretending to be dumb.’"

"Uh... Alright, Master, but let’s discuss these matters after the Black Disaster is over,"

Lady Adel hesitated a moment, then nodded, saying:

"As you said, if Hog wants a permanent fiefdom and a place in the administration of Transylvania, it and its people will have to contribute more to this land.

Burying Kenbort is a good start, the collapse of Plague Town would be a great stepping stone, and the outcome of the Black Disaster will directly determine our fate with them."

"Hmm, let’s soothe it for now,"

Murphy nodded his head.

He picked up his quill and continued to refine the design for "Squad 003" in his notebook. As Adel turned to leave, Murphy casually, as if unintentionally, asked: