My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1239 - 419. I want to compete in luck with you, and the wager is my miserable life!

Chapter 1239: 419. I want to compete in luck with you, and the wager is my miserable life!

Dust Beater didn’t know that his emotional troubles had already made it to Sir Morphy’s desk; he was actually very annoyed right now.

The next day at dawn, a dejected Dust Beater, accompanied by another batch of foremen from the Stonemason Association, went to the northern POW camp to pick up more workers.

Compared to his gloomy demeanor, the workers behind him, urgently promoted to foremen, were all exceptionally excited. They were local guys who had been with Dust Beater and the Brick Hauler from the start, building houses and handling civil engineering at Crimson Castle—even back when Cardman City still existed, these guys were at the very bottom.

They had never imagined they’d have a day in charge.

Although the official foremen of the Stonemason Association were only beginners in the Transylvania civil servant system, and the positions weren’t even official, this was unimaginable preferential treatment for the locals who had lived a hard life and only recently could afford to eat their fill and live in new houses.

For the recently established Stonemason Association, promoting these workers, who were still learning and literate, to foremen had been a necessary move.

Transylvania was short on people everywhere, and the heavy construction tasks even forced Old Chen to occasionally moonlight as a site supervisor.

The original foremen, carefully cultivated, had now begun "governing their own territories," building more residential and production areas according to Old Chen’s plans.

However, the reason the entire Stonemason Association was progressing so quickly, besides the expansion and upgrades to the Psychic Construction Skill, was because Dust Beater and the Brick Hauler had finally managed to create "cement."

That’s right!

They had perfected otherworldly cement.

Although the formula was completely different from that in the real world, its effect was almost exactly the same. With the help of "Meng HaHa" from the Silver Moon Group, who hadn’t logged online for days, the Stonemason Association finally didn’t need to have a Psychic with them everywhere they went.

But this "technological breakthrough" didn’t bring Dust Beater much comfort.

He was really annoyed.

"Hey, why have you only just arrived?"

When they reached the temporary military camp or POW camp, which had taken shape overnight through the efforts of fifty thousand people, the Brick Hauler immediately came over and transferred a list of names to Dust Beater’s Calculating Pearl, saying,

"I’ve sorted out more than a thousand laborers with previous experience in construction. Hurry up and have someone take them away; the mood here has gotten a bit off overnight. Those damn Golden Flower officers just handed the people over to us and washed their hands of it. Nearly a hundred people snuck away just last night.

Maxim is already very angry. He’s sent out his soldiers to track them down.

I reckon if these bastards keep messing around, the Winged Cavalry will soon come in to suppress them.

Man, thinking about it is really thrilling...

Huh?

Why do you look like you’re going to a funeral?

What’s wrong?

Did someone kick you in the nuts?"

"Don’t ask, I’m so annoyed."

Dust Beater, looking spiritless in his formal architect’s robe and overcoat, waved his hand to get the newly promoted foremen to quickly go and collect people, while he himself slumped into a chair inside a temporary tent.

After he was alone in the tent with the Brick Hauler, he began to spill his troubles:

"Yesterday at noon, I had a fight with the Pallian Sisters..."

"Huh?"

The Brick Hauler, who was carefully examining the construction plans, paused and said in surprise,

"Why would you guys fight? Aren’t the three of you as close as conjoined twins? You always stubbornly say it’s nothing special, but to me, you accompanying them is just like hanging out with a girlfriend. I thought you were going to be a warmhearted guy in this other world, but suddenly there’s this rift in your relationship?"

"Man, your description really annoys me... but... it’s messed up."

Dust Beater had a face that screamed ’why me’, and taking off his treasured glasses, he rubbed the corners of his eyes saying,

"Delia and Mia went to their mother’s birthday party and somehow got drunk. They came back reeking of alcohol.

While I was taking care of them, Delia suddenly kissed me, and to make matters worse, Mia saw it. The sisters started arguing, and somehow, they turned on me.

They insisted on knowing whom I favored more.

How was I supposed to answer that?"

"So what did you end up saying?"

The Brick Hauler, now intrigued by the juicy gossip, put aside the blueprints and pulled up a stool next to Dust Beater, squinting his eyes at his good brother.

He asked:

"Don’t tell me you told them, ’you both are my wings’? Hey, that’s just asking for trouble."

"Of course not! Do you think my EQ is that low?"

Dust Beater retorted, then his voice dropped as he said,

"I told them I saw them as friends..."

"Shit!"

The Brick Hauler couldn’t contain himself; he exclaimed,

"I always thought you were just quiet, but I didn’t expect you to be a master of low EQ! The girls were straightforward, and you pulled that? You’re lucky you weren’t killed. You see them as fart friends, my eyes aren’t blind!

If it weren’t for the fact that our balls are managed by Sir Morphy, I bet you’d have turned into a beast by now. Where in real life would you find such nice girls?"