My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1454 - 490. Time to go home, Little Oer

Chapter 1454: 490. Time to go home, Little Oer

The newly-appointed "Curator Assistant" Lady Triss quickly arrived at the lower staff hall, escorted by her Iron Beetle Assistant.

She spotted Murphy at once, deep in thought at the entrance of the hall.

Despite his best efforts to hide it, the shock and distress on Murphy’s face couldn’t escape Triss’s eyes. Although his Psychic Shackles had been lifted with newfound authority, returning his Spiritual Energy, the body of the Spiritual Overlord was still somewhat frail due to "energy formatting."

Triss was indeed very clever.

After gaining authority, she intuitively communicated with the Iron Beetle and fetched a hover wheelchair from the visitor’s hall equipment room. She sat on it with glee, cosplaying some professor.

Apparently, she treated this technological artifact as a Psychic Item, and it moved forwards or backwards with her gestures.

Despite fundamentally different principles, there was practically no difference between this hover wheelchair and a Psychic Magic Carpet in terms of appearance.

"What’s wrong, Murphy?"

Triss quickly maneuvered her "new vehicle" to Murphy’s side, looking at her little boyfriend with concern, while he regarded her with a complex gaze.

Mainly because of the "new clothes" worn by the Blood Vulture Duke.

It was the curator assistant’s uniform she had just received, a very technological silver-grey suit with a neutral design and wide-leg pants for ladies, and a pair of very sleek high heels.

For some reason, Triss also adorned herself with a pair of rimless glasses on her nose bridge, instantly transforming her from the mysterious posture of a Blood Vulture Duke to a modern and even futuristically stylish urban woman.

Aside from the crimson pupils hidden behind her glasses, the Triss in front of him was almost indistinguishable from the aloof white-collar ladies in Murphy’s memory.

This refreshingly changed attire filled the eyes of the Vampire Lord with admiration.

After several seconds, he took his eyes off her and said:

"Do you know what Chief Salockdale used to do before being the very promising Blood Vulture Duke?"

"Ah?"

Murphy’s question left Triss in a daze.

She said with a strange tone:

"Chief Salockdale and other ancients awakened on this Earth at the dawn of the Era, and from that moment, he has been the Duke and the leader of the Blood Vulture Clan. As for what he did before that, I suppose only Lord Paryen might have the answer to that question."

"I know."

Murphy rubbed his temples, climbed into Triss’s hover wheelchair to sit with her, and wearily rested his head on her shoulder, deep in thought.

Several seconds later, he spoke softly:

"Before becoming the Duke, Lord Salockdale was a pilot—no, that’s not accurate—he piloted spaceships capable of atmospheric flight.

He was the Chief Navigator elected by a place called ’Eden District,’ which sounds quite impressive.

No wonder he managed to become the Duke; such an experience alone is astonishing.

Also, our Chief Salockdale and Lady Oksana of the Thorn Clan were actually husband and wife, formally married, and it seems their marital life was not so happy, often quarreling."

"Wait a second!"

Triss was utterly baffled by what Murphy had revealed when the Spiritual Overlord suddenly jerked, placing her hand over Murphy’s mouth, her eyes wide as she asked:

"If you’re not suddenly going mad or telling me an unfunny Blood race joke, does that mean you’ve discovered some secrets about the pre-Era here in the Land of Holy Blood? And these secrets involve both Lord Salockdale and Lady Oksana?"

"Three!"

Murphy closed his eyes, while trying to adjust to the shock, then continued:

"And Duke of Mad Blood, Vite Fatu. The previous curator of this place was him, or more precisely, the him from before the Era.

I don’t believe the Duke of Mad Blood, sealed in the Land of Holy Blood for a thousand years, is the same person he once was.

Just like Chief Salockdale is no longer the Chief Navigator from the records, the fog of the changing Eras must have done something, permanently altering them as well as the entire world."

"What else do you know? Come on, talk! Don’t leave me hanging!"

Triss was astounded.

She never expected that her little Murphy would bring back such explosive news after just one trip to the Land of Holy Blood. She was eager to know more, but Murphy just shook his head, saying:

"The Wolf People indeed have a strong ’heritage claim’ to the Polluted Swamp; Hog’s ancestors really had worked here, though just as security guards at the gates, but still real ’locals.’ From this perspective, the grandson of the King of Bone Biting need not get it for him, as he now has a better background to claim.

The King of Bone Biting was once very close to counter-striking the civilization factions, but, unfortunately, the creator did not favor it.

Besides that, there’s not much more information. Lord Fato left a letter for his successor, and that’s all the valid information contained in it.

But I think I know where we should go if we want to learn more.

Origin Land, Sanghai Empire!

Within those worshipful sands, hides a relic known as the ’Creator Engine’. The information obtained here points directly to that place."