My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1238 - 418. Let heroes manage heroes, let the brave investigate the brave_3

Chapter 1238: 418. Let heroes manage heroes, let the brave investigate the brave_3

"The conflict between the two parties was inevitable," even if we didn’t get involved, they’d still beat their dog brains out of each other. But this isn’t necessarily a bad thing for us. Once the ruffians and criminals of the Goldenrod Kingdom bear a grudge against those Northerners, we, as neutral administrators, can assume a mediating position.

The Northern foremen need our support to secure their positions, and the Goldenrod Kingdom’s ruffians, in their quest for power, can no longer afford to treat us as enemies.

The best part is, by demonstrating that proper work is rewarded with praise and elevation of status, we provide an excellent example for those workers still at the site who haven’t yet made up their minds.

In this way, people’s minds become settled.

Afterwards, all we need to do is coordinate the contradictions between the two parties and the labor indicators to get them accustomed to the rules of this land as soon as possible, which is much smarter than the stupid method proposed by a certain chef involving enticing defection and then suppression.

Sir Murphy is indeed worthy of respect!"

"I too admit that Governor’s method is very ingenious, but I’ll remember your veiled insult, you bastard."

Chef Shawan cursed:

"Be careful when you eat in the cafeteria from now on! Didn’t your mother teach you never to annoy those who cook for you and fill your belly?"

"Let’s not argue, you two."

The sincere Avalon Believers, including the current faith manager, Madam Jules, spoke up with a headache, attempting to mediate:

"Unity is what allows us to persevere during these turbulent times. Additionally, I propose that among the ruffians and criminals of the Goldenrod Kingdom, we look for those who follow the doctrines of Avalon Church.

They come from East Prussia, a land that was once bathed in the light of Avalon.

I can arrange for the Avalon Church to send priests to the POW camps. President Natalie and Mother Mary Ann have already urgently trained a batch of priests versed in scriptures who are also armed.

They’re not just deeply versed in doctrines but also deeply blessed by our God and can join the intense war if necessary."

"One hand wields the sword, and the other the scripture," Murphy reflected.

"Natalie learns quickly, that’s the way!

Armed priests...

Excellent!

This is the abundant martial virtue that our great Transia deserves!

Our priests can purify souls with the scriptures and exorcise evil with arms when they put them down, that is the kind of believers I want to see.

If everyone has no objections, then let’s get to work quickly.

Let me reveal something to you here.

By next month, at the latest, I will withdraw a portion of the warriors and the military force to head for the Polluted Swamp, where the reconnaissance operations are nearing an end, and military actions should be on the agenda. After the military is redirected, maintaining local security will be entrusted to the militia and newly appointed sheriffs. Commander Portman, your moment to shine is about to arrive.

Everyone is watching you.

Don’t let your comrades, who crawled out of Hell with you, be the subject of ridicule."

"I won’t disappoint you!"

The Sea Knight stood up abruptly and performed a Knight’s salutation to Murphy.

Although of humble origin, one’s demeanor naturally improves with personal advancement. Who could have imagined that a slacker uncle from the Cardman police station could achieve such a high position today?

And the situation of Portman and other managers present could very well serve as inspirational examples, the classic epitomes of the "Transia Dream."

If they could endure the Black Disaster, their stories were sure to be sung across this land.

After others left, Murphy and Milian turned to Miss Palian who had stayed behind.

"Are you ready, Mrs. Palian? For the journey representing Transia to the Ligurian Peninsula, I can only say that this trip holds great significance for us," Governor said softly.

"To be honest, I’m not very confident, Sir," the efficient yet fiery Miss Palian confessed in front of the Governor, touching the bloodstone Knight ring on her finger with a sigh, "In my younger days, I was merely a small-time merchant, never dreaming that I would one day represent my homeland in the most commercially vibrant region on the Continent.

For me, the tales of the Half-body Man’s city and its wealth were but distant dreams, but I’m also aware of our current situation.

I will do my utmost to help you with the final preparations for battle."

"The list of talented children from the territory has been compiled," Milian produced a list and handed it to Mrs. Palian, "A total of 500 people will accompany you and Professor Malcolm to the Ligurian Peninsula, and Count Shuren with his two hundred Winged Cavalry will travel with you for protection.

Additionally, your two daughters will also be appointed as..."

"No, there’s no need," Mrs. Palian interrupted with a hand gesture, "I’ve discussed it with my daughters.

They don’t wish to leave here at a time when their homeland needs them. They too are Transia People, inheriting the rough and barbaric part of our blood. Moreover, I can no longer persuade them like before."

At this point, Mrs. Palian gave a somewhat melancholic look towards Governor Morphy, lamenting,

"They have seen souls far more outstanding than any respectable man that this land could give birth to, akin to seeing eagles soaring in the sky and no longer wanting to associate with the roosters crawling on the ground.

As a mother, I must lodge a complaint against you, Sir Morphy!

Your ’Dust Beater’ has been leading my poor daughters on without responding to their affections, leaving them heartbreakingly gloomy day in and day out."

"Uh..."

Morphy never expected the matter to end up concerning him, and he could only shrug helplessly, saying,

"I’d love to help, Mrs. Palian, but sadly, I can’t control my warriors’ personal feelings—that’s their freedom. Most importantly, as you know, they see the world differently from us.

So my advice to you is just to let nature take its course.

I believe Dust Beater won’t be a heartbreaker. If he is, then I shall punish him!"