My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 168 - 60. The first treaty in history between witch hunters and vampires for non-aggression? _2

Chapter 168: 60. The first treaty in history between witch hunters and vampires for non-aggression? _2

The other party is cheating! They have no respect for martial ethics!

"Khaki" is raging mad.

But right now, apart from futilely cursing at invisible entities, he can’t do anything. All he can do is watch wide-eyed as the kind-looking but crafty old man asks him:

"How many people do you have?"

"Over 1,000 people, all rescued by Sir Morphy from the city and relocated to survivor camps. The most formidable and loyal members were selected to be part of the ’Cardman Self-Rescue Army’ that Sir Morphy established. The rest will serve Sir Morphy as basic labor."

Khaki sees his character spilling the secrets uncontrollably, and he is shocked that the player interface is still functioning, translating his words into the local language via the psychic projection.

Old Finoc is not unfamiliar with these spiritual energy beads.

He carefully reads the spiritual energy letters projected from the bracelet on Khaki’s wrist, nods, and asks again:

"In your eyes, what kind of person is Morphy?"

"He’s handsome, steady, and treats us well, just like our big brother."

Khaki obediently voiced his most honest thoughts, which frustrated his third-person observer-self to no end.

He knew that some awkward words were about to come out of his mouth.

All he could do now was pray that Sir Morphy could not hear all this!

"But he’s pretty sissy, always speaking in an elaborate and refined manner. He just looks like some scheming sissy. It’s said that he even has some sort of affair with his senior, tsk, doesn’t seem like a good egg at all.

In the words of us northeasterners, that guy is just too deceitfully cunning.

We are all guessing what Sir Morphy plans to do. Meow Brother says he’s going to be a mole for the Blood Vulture Clan, but Stick Brother supports Sir Morphy’s plan.

After all, a true man born between heaven and earth, should he languish beneath others indefinitely?

Now that the Blood Vulture Clan is on the brink of extinction, with only a couple of members left, our brilliantly talented Sir Morphy, who is so kind to the common people, we should just revolt!

With the loyal subjects from the survivor camp, we should charge into the inner city area of Cardman City. With us brave warriors paving the way, we can seize the throne of the pathetic Blood Vulture Clan Leader, prop up the collapsing mansion, save the suspended lives, and restore order to the land of Transylvania.

By then, Brother Morphy will be the King, Madam Cui Si will be the Queen, and we can push the Rich Lolita out as a puppet emperor.

Every brother will have an official position. Wouldn’t that be joyful?"

Under the influence of the enchantment, Khaki Tontita has no control over his incessant rambling. His consciousness can only despairingly hover in the third-person perspective, covering its eyes.

We’re doomed.

After his words were translated into the local language by the player interface, the old knight only stared blankly, probably because he has never seen anyone describe betrayal and adding insult to injury in such a fresh and refined manner in his entire life.

About a few seconds later, Old Finoc suddenly started laughing, seemingly having found the answer to the questions that had been bothering him.

He slowly stroked the hilt of the oak blade beside him and asked:

"Did Morphy himself say he wanted to set up separate factions, or is it your warriors’ guessing?"

"Is there a need to guess?"

Under the enchantment’s state, Khaki fully demonstrated his talent for running off at the mouth, manipulating speech in a befuddled and drowsy state. He said:

"Given Sir Morphy’s style, anyone with eyes can see what he wants to do. He’s the only one still trying to hide it.

As long as he orders, we are all willing to be the vanguard. And what’s the benefit of opposing the mainline NPCs and you Witch Hunters who can’t see the situation clearly?

I advise you to see the situation clearly as soon as possible! Don’t be a cornered beast.

As the saying goes, times have changed, and divine artifacts will naturally return to those who are virtuous. If you guys choose to surrender respectfully, you can still keep your noble titles. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?"

The key words in this round of translation activated vague translation, omitting the words "mainline NPC," but it didn’t affect the old knight’s understanding of what this "Morphy’s warrior" meant.

Instead of being angered by this arrogance, he stroked his chin in deep thought for a moment before knocking on the table.

The mental enchantment effect ended accordingly.

Khaki’s consciousness, which had been hovering in the third-person perspective, was abruptly pulled back into his body, leaving him feeling dizzy.

He felt a strong urge to vomit, but as he turned around, he came face to face with Natalie’s scornful gaze at the entrance, and he couldn’t help but throw up a rainbow.

"That’s the typical first-time reaction to mental enchantment, but I didn’t expect that the willpower of you ’Morphy’s warriors’ would be so weak.

I’ve seen those who remain silent after being enchanted and those who lie, but it is indeed the first time I’ve seen someone articulate to this extent after being enchanted...

It seems that Morphy choosing you as a messenger was an extremely correct choice, the only pity is that your strength is a bit lacking."

The old knight handed a handkerchief to Khaki with a smile.

Khaki accepted it and wiped his mouth, glaring fiercely at the cunning old man before him.

He wanted to stand up and deliver a righteous scolding, cursing this white-haired old man for his lack of martial ethics, but the big oak holy sword by the old man’s side was clearly not ordinary—the chilly blade made Khaki swiftly regain his composure.

"We aren’t here for Morphy and those survivors this time. The Blood Vulture Clan has crumbled, and the few remaining members won’t affect the overall situation. We are here under General Loren’s orders to confirm Salockdale’s death."