My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1635 - 548. Ah, Murphy encountered a group of rats!_3

Chapter 1635: 548. Ah, Murphy encountered a group of rats!_3

Seeing the emissaries of the two clans bow and salute, Babro and Claire exchanged a glance and revealed a smug smile. Look at that—millennia of Blood race traditions have both shaped and shackled them. When dealing with arrogant vampires, simply playing games with the rules can make them bow their heads obediently.

To pirates who treat rules as nothing, this kind of novel experience is truly fantastic.

Although the two had no interest in so-called orthodoxy restoration, if this was merely a game, then from this point on, they seemed to have grasped the "true gameplay" of it.

"Come on, you two. If this is a performance, then it should stop here. As Triss once told me, holding a Duke’s seal doesn’t mean you have truly become a Vampire Leader. The respect we’re showing now is toward the past and legacy represented by that seal. This respect is not for you two."

Just as the two pirates were feeling triumphant, Murphy’s faint voice rang beside their ears.

The Vampire Lord straightened his back using his sword-cane for support, and alongside him, Andre once again displayed that slightly derisive aloofness. Clearly, as Murphy pointed out, the prior bow was a sign of respect for the Blood Fear Clan, not an acknowledgment of these two irreverent pirates.

Babro and Caryl’s thoughts were entirely transparent to Murphy. Upon entering the room, the Desire Ability had already been operating at full capacity; picking up the inner voices of these two pirates was effortless.

Murphy then spoke:

"An exile driven out of the Ancestral land for 200 years, and an outsider chosen as Duke who knows little of their own history. You can certainly show your indifference towards the other clans, but if you want the respect of the Blood Vulture and the Thorn, you’ll have to figure out how to get it yourself.

In your own words, earn back your dignity beneath the midnight sky with your own hands.

You wish to defy tradition.

But you cannot escape your origins.

I am not a shallow believer in bloodline theory, yet the truth remains: Sin’s Blood courses through the veins of each of us. It roars within, compelling us to return to this decayed thousand-year-old system. That urge isn’t something you can subvert by mere will.

You wish to be rebels because this system has wronged you.

But under the watchful gaze of the Sovereign, you lack the qualifications!

A fallen Blood Vulture may not be worthy of your awe, but you must show respect—that is the tradition of the Blood race! The consequences of defying these rules, I believe Claire Miss already witnessed firsthand two hundred years ago.

Your reckless acts born of internal resistance, your cautious yet insincere compliance to the Sovereign’s commands are pushing you toward another desperate plight.

Given the current circumstances, the two of you need us far more than we need you!

So, I suggest that you adjust your attitudes and positions in order to continue this conversation. If you wish to leave this valley alive, stop pulling stunts.

From now on, follow instructions.

Sparring with words—we can save that for later, once we’re safe."

"Clap, clap, clap."

The Pirate Captain sitting in the chair began clapping. He scrutinized Murphy with a subtle expression and said:

"Well said! Such blunt and unvarnished talk is far better suited to the taste of a pirate scoundrel like me. Fine, I might be able to keep up the bravado in front of my subordinates, assuring them that everything’s fine, but when it comes to facing ’comrades’ offering aid, I have no need for pretense.

You’re right!

We old sea dogs should never have stepped onto this land-bound duck’s territory. The earth has cursed us, and we’re doomed to die trapped in this damned place. Those Heretics aren’t the only trouble here, and all of this is thanks to Claire and her rotten idea!

Ah, ah, ah! Don’t pull my ear—can’t you keep up my dignity as Duke in front of the other clan’s emissaries?"

Before he finished speaking, Miss Claire yanked him up from the chair by his ear.

The Pirate First Mate shrieked:

"Whose rotten idea are you talking about? You’re the one who thought this place was good!

You said we could hide here to survive the first wave of Black Disaster before slipping away from this hellhole. Don’t pin your mistakes on me! I’ve been running around taking care of you all day long— isn’t that exhausting enough? Now you want me to take the blame too?"

The spectacle of this unconventional couple’s quarrel left Andre wide-eyed. Born into nobility and meticulously groomed by the conservative Shani, he likely had never seen such crude yet "vivid" romantic antics.

Murphy let slip a fleeting smile.

To him, this vampire pirate couple, with their flair for enlivening the atmosphere and unabashed theatrics, were utterly fascinating.

Their conduct lacked the slightest trace of the elegance and decorum expected of vampires. Compared to them, even the most unhinged members of the Blood Vulture Clan could be called refined, and the wild Wolf Poison Clan seemed to transform into proper Greeney "gentlemen."

No wonder they were the most rebellious of the seven clans.

They appeared to have effectively detached themselves from the "filthy, murky vat" that was vampiric existence, creating an entirely different Blood race system upon the seas.

To be honest, Murphy felt a tinge of envy...

Look at these two—openly flaunting their romance and indulging in dirty affairs without anyone minding. But try such antics on the Continent, and other vampires—those old coffin-dwellers—would stab at your spine with their fingers until the day you’re dead.