My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1575 - 529. E Sister wants a quiet life, but players do not allow it_2

Chapter 1575: 529. E Sister wants a quiet life, but players do not allow it_2

In the office, Adel looked at the Source Blood in her hand, her chaotic thoughts gradually solidifying.

She knew her elder had always despised the distorted loyalty brought by blood covenants. Compared to vampires, he preferred to stay among his foreign warriors.

On a personal note, the pure love blessed by the Knight between Murphy and Triss seemed far more enviable.

Adel was well aware that Lady Triss had undoubtedly been the master of her and Murphy’s relationship in the past. But now, even with E Sister closing her eyes, you could feel that Lady Triss had turned into Murphy’s "Scarlet Dancer".

Perhaps the kind of trust and affection those two shared, which inspires envy, could truly be called "love." What she felt right now, this unrequited infatuation, was nothing more than an undignified "allure"...

"I am given a duty, one not only from the Blood Vulture Clan but also from Governor Milian and the entire Transylvania... I must bear my mission in this land. Those distorted, false emotions are completely unworthy of nostalgia!"

Adel persuaded herself with duty.

She twisted the lid open, hesitating for two seconds before looking toward Murphy’s office to silently bid farewell in her heart. Then, she tilted her head back and drank the Source Blood.

"Um."

The miraculous Source Blood soon took effect, causing the beautiful vampire sitting in the chair to struggle as she clutched her chest—always so striking to the eye.

She could feel a small blade sliding through her heart, breaking certain invisible forces and chains. In an instant, her turbulent spirit became desolate, only to quickly be filled with the strength flowing from every fiber of her being.

The first time a vampire drinks Source Blood, they undergo tremendous enhancement, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for any member of the Blood Race.

Meanwhile, in Triss’s laboratory, Murphy, who was "helping out" but actually interfering with Triss’s alchemical experiments, let out a cry of pain. He clutched his chest and staggered backward, jolting Triss awake from the passionate kiss she had been lost in.

The Blood Vulture Duke immediately understood what had happened.

She stepped forward to help Murphy sit in a chair, massaging his chest as she remarked:

"Adel has finally made her decision. You’ve lost a descendant with boundless potential. In the eyes of other vampires, you are nothing but a ’spendthrift.’"

"But her choice makes me proud."

Although Murphy was clutching his chest, feeling the sharp pain of the blade slicing through it, his face showed no discomfort. Instead, it was brimming with approval. He said:

"Adel has finally realized the grotesque nature of blood covenants. She resisted the dark allure of the blood covenant through her own strength and reclaimed herself. Even though she doesn’t like her mother, there’s no doubt that ’Mona the Hand of Freedom’ left her most precious legacy to her daughter.

Just like her mother, Adel will not allow herself to become another person’s slave.

My Shadow Intelligence Officer is an extraordinary woman. Her courageous decision shows me her growth, and I can finally trust her with more responsibilities."

"Ha, men."

Murphy’s words were righteous and grand, but how could Triss not know his real thoughts?

She pursed her lips and said:

"Your delight may indeed stem partly from Adel’s determination and courage, but your relief mainly comes from escaping an emotional debt you fear. Sigh, you really are a traditional and conservative little man."

"She is a person! Triss, not a toy in the eyes of others."

Murphy did not deny Triss’s mockery.

He calmly raised his head to look at Triss and said:

"Just as severing the blood covenant allowed me to truly recognize the feelings between you and me, I hope this is a blessing for Adel, one that prevents her from sinking deeper.

Although I know many vampires love to use alluring tricks and shamelessly take pride in them, the physiological gratification obtained through such deception only disgusts me. Perhaps I really do possess an incurable purity of soul?

But it was you who first taught me to see myself clearly, you who pulled me back from that twisted path.

I’m merely trying to learn from you. How’s my progress, Teacher Triss?"

"Mua~"

A kiss landed directly in response to Murphy’s words.

Several minutes later, in Adel’s office, the strength imparted by the Source Blood had finally been fully absorbed by the Shadow Intelligence Officer. Leaning against her chair, Adel opened her eyes.

She could feel the vampire power within her surging wildly. Her potential had been greatly released—more astonishingly, even the Shadow Elf talents seemed to have been influenced. Techniques from her father’s elf heritage that had previously eluded her began to reveal their secrets.

The Source Blood was truly wondrous, though it was regrettable that this life-changing enhancement could only occur once.

Yet compared to the acquisition of power, the clarity of her mind gave the "Dark Female Baron" a sense of freedom, as though a heavy chain had finally shattered, enabling her to observe the world anew without interference.

In that moment, she seemed to understand her mother just a little bit.

Only those who have truly suffered under chains can appreciate the beauty of regained freedom. To mere onlookers, the act of breaking them appears to be little more than a relatively uneventful story.

She stood up and began pacing lightly around her office.

Suddenly, she felt her office carried far too much of the vampire aesthetic. Perhaps she should place a few flower pots here to dispel the gloom.