My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1518 - 511. The mysterious gift players want to give to Sir Morphy...

Chapter 1518: 511. The mysterious gift players want to give to Sir Morphy...

Previously, official posts mentioned setting up booths to promote the culture of foreigners. To ensure the fairness of this project, Governor Milian specially dispatched civil servants to randomly inquire and record in the plaza.

As a result, after collecting the morning’s records, the turnout for the Silver Moon Pride Team’s booth was far ahead, higher than the sum of the other four booths.

It proved that some things are popular among the masses in any world. Inspired by this, "Lady Shui" started planning to maybe organize a "lingerie show" at the next major event, which was immediately rejected by the other ladies.

Considering the status of women on this continent, this fashion show was already pushing the limits of what could be displayed.

Digging deeper would easily lead to concepts related to erotica. Although such developments could benefit "Lady Shui’s" fashion business, since everyone comes from a civilized world, it’s better to avoid delving into such a grey area.

After all, they weren’t exactly short on money.

However, this fashion show also had an ironically amusing derived outcome. After the morning catwalk ended, Old Huo received several large orders, mysteriously coming from northern merchants who had come to Crimson Castle to flatter Count Andrei and participate in the Holy Blood Festival; they saw a business opportunity.

"Lady Shui" then had to deal with those orders, sorely troubled.

She found most of the orders were for "desert style" dancer outfits, and without a second thought, she knew what those northerners planned to use these "otherworldly fashions" for.

"What a sin!"

"Lady Shui" helplessly massaged her forehead.

However, her tailoring apprentices, soon to graduate, were overjoyed with these orders. Given Transia’s business model, securing so many orders meant they could get noticed by the administration, which was ultimately a big deal in "earning foreign exchange".

After the morning catwalk, the heated atmosphere of the Holy Blood Festival encouraged the town’s residents to linger around the other booths. Besides the vigorous performances of storytellers from the Big Bird Team, Old Huo’s "Charity King of Gamblers Competition" kicked off as expected, attracting a crowd of old gambling spirits, lured by free drinks.

Generally, Crimson Castle prohibits gambling. The semi-official Blood Rat Gang could only skirt the edges by betting on big fighting club days. Now, given the rare ten-day respite, these itching hands wished they could spend 24 hours at the gambling tables.

Of course, this was quite discordant.

However, under the huge backdrop of the Holy Blood Festival, both the administration and the peace officers trained by Lord Kuder decided to turn a blind eye.

Lively!

That was the vibe brought by the first day of the Holy Blood Festival. Even the rotation officers of the Golden Flower Pioneer Leader Team, who attended the festival in disguise and low-key makeup, had to admit that today’s Crimson Castle bore a slight resemblance to a major city.

"The two fashion shows this morning were really exciting."

Major Ron, with his hat concealing his bald head, narrowed his eyes and said to his companion, Colonel Fraser:

"Our fine young lads were all stupefied by it. I even saw Bob and the others trying to cozy up to the models during their break, but they got kicked out by the security from Treasure Bay, embarrassing indeed.

They’re not usually this thirsty at home; how come they reveal their true colors here?"

"Because they’ve never seen it, Ron."

Colonel Fraser, attending today’s Holy Blood Festival celebrations as a ’traveler’ and ’writer’, was dressed very elegantly and even wore a stylish beret.

While observing the reactions of the crowd at the festival, he leisurely said to his aide:

"Things never seen before are the most eye-catching, and if they carry deep cultural connotations, then at the first sight of them, you’re naturally drawn in.

I admit, the fashion show organized by the Transia People had hints of sensuality, but I must also admit, the distinctly different styles of clothes worn by the girls this morning were not randomly designed.

Those varied outfits represent a culture we’re unfamiliar with.

Especially the outfits worn by the female warriors; without a certain depth of civilization, one could not design such perfectly flattering styles for ladies.

We can no longer view the Transia People with old preconceptions.

Governor Morphy is instilling a form of spiritual strength into his people who were once called barbarians."

"You speak so profoundly, but I think I understand your sentiment."

Major Ron, smiling, said:

"Just because you had never met Governor Milian, a tough character with a soft exterior before, you were drawn to her the first time you saw her, leading to the most bitter defeat of your life."

"Shut up."

Colonel Fraser retorted:

"Go play your game. Isn’t there a Charity King of Gamblers Competition over there? I heard all the proceeds from the contest will be used to fund the construction of local orphanages and nursing homes. Why not go and see who can outclass the Transia People?

I think, if General Soros knew his son had become the gambling king of Transia, you’d be worrying about more than just a broken leg when you go back home next time."

"I’m not scared at all!"