My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1247 - 421. Cape Holiday - Pride and Prejudice_3

Chapter 1247: 421. Cape Holiday - Pride and Prejudice_3

"Give them some more time, give them some more manpower, and Transylvania will rise at a pace beyond our imagination. The people of this land have nothing left to lose, so they fear nothing.

However with the Black Disaster at hand, any attack on Transylvania would provoke the opposition of the entire Continent, and might even lead to direct intervention by the Blood Covenant Knight Order and Lord Paryen.

Damn!

How can this vampire be so lucky?

What will Transylvania become after the Black Disaster? It’s hard for me to imagine."

"You actually consider ruling over this powder keg and mess of Transylvania as ’good luck’?"

Colonel Fraser closed his notebook, rubbing his throbbing temples, and said,

"It seems you still know nothing of Governor Morphy’s story; your conclusion is really absurd."

Major Ron also realized the slip in his words. After a few seconds of silence, he asked in confusion,

"So, how did he manage it? Holding such a bad hand and yet he played a start like he had divine luck... This is no longer just a matter of simple luck or skill. Could he be the legendary chosen one?"

Facing this question, Colonel Fraser remained silent for several seconds before sighing and saying,

"I can’t answer you either because my understanding of him seems not as deep as I imagined, but if you really need an answer, I’ll tell you.

In the local dialect of Transylvania, Governor Morphy probably ’cheated’."

"Cheated? What does that mean?"

"It’s their way of describing ’cheating’, exactly what it involves I don’t quite understand either; I learned it from those mountain warriors who speak in an incomprehensible dialect.

Hmm, speaking of which, they are a strange yet interesting group.

You will meet them soon; I hope their bizarre enthusiasm doesn’t scare you."

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Colonel’s carriage arrived at the Crimson Castle near evening, where Governor Morphy and Governor Milian personally welcomed him, a gesture of considerable honor.

Of course, this respect was due not only to Colonel Fraser’s military background but also partly to the influence of the Cape Family.

Whether Morphy liked it or not, the fact remained that the Cape Family had become the second largest "partner" in today’s Transylvania apart from the northern officials.

The banquet wasn’t large.

But the dishes, personally prepared by "Star Soul Eagle" Chef Shawan and his "apprentice", left a refreshing impression and greatly satisfied the gluttonous Major Ron.

At this point, it was late, and out of courtesy, Morphy didn’t immediately discuss official matters with the two officers who had traveled a long way and were covered in dust. Instead, he arranged for them to stay at the "Blood Vulture Inn," which had just been constructed within the Crimson Castle a week ago, planning formal exchanges for the next morning.

However, after Ron rested, Fraser, dressed in civilian clothes, left the room quietly with a sense of anticipation and pleasure. A few minutes later, under the accompaniment of a guard, he knocked on Governor Milian’s residence.

"I should not linger in the home of a lady under such night; it would cause trouble for your reputation,"

Colonel said politely to a weary-faced Milian in the living room:

"I’ll leave in a bit, but I came tonight to tell you a very important piece of information related to you."

"Ah?"

Milian looked at her senior with surprise, seeing in Fraser’s eyes a strange joy she could not understand, then teasingly said:

"You really are something, visiting me while your fiancée is nearby. Senior, you really are not very proper."

"Haha, Biqi is certainly asleep by now."

Fraser said a bit awkwardly, touching his nose,

"Her knight’s routine is very fixed, and if I disturbed her now, she would give me a thrashing. To confess, my three encounters with Biqi all ended in my complete defeat.

Anyway, I digress.

Have a look at this."

He took a delicate box out of his Psychic package and opened it in front of the curious Milian. As she watched in shock, the box contained a very familiar lady’s bracelet.

This made the Governor instinctively grip her right hand, where an identical bracelet was located.

"This..."

Milian already sensed something was amiss.

In front of her, Fraser spoke with pleasure and anticipation,

"I’ve found your father, Junior Milian. You are not the illegitimate daughter of the village head of Morlan village. Your mother, as I had suspected, came from no trivial origin.

Your true surname is ’Beverly’.

Your father was a master jeweler serving the royal family, he had a hereditary Baron’s title and owned a very affluent estate. Sadly, he passed away due to illness years ago.

The estate almost fell into the hands of those with ulterior motives.

But don’t worry, I have already taken care of all this.

Once you return to Nantes, you can inherit all that you are entitled to. I’ve already registered it at the ChapterCourt, you just need to sign your name, and you will inherit your bloodline and title.

Yes, Milian.

My first intuition when I met you was right...

You are one of us."

Faced with Fraser’s "surprise," Milian’s expression was extremely complex.

She lowered her head so that the colonel couldn’t see her face, but the colonel thought this was just bewilderment from being overwhelmed, so he spoke even more gently:

"Don’t worry, and don’t be afraid; I will help you enter this circle, I will teach you to adapt..."

"Get out!"

Milian’s trembling voice interrupted Colonel Fraser, startling him as he looked towards his junior, and then he saw Milian raising her head.

And the face filled with an incomprehensible rage.

The anger was so real, just like a lioness roaring at her prey:

"I said get out! Leave my house, you disgusting creature... Fraser, I never realized that beneath your shell was such a nauseatingly corrupt soul. Get out! Take your arrogance and leave the house of the Crimson Governor.

You are no longer welcome here."