My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 169 - 60. The first treaty in history between witch hunters and vampires for non-aggression? _3

Chapter 169: 60. The first treaty in history between witch hunters and vampires for non-aggression? _3

Finoc addressed the small player in front of him:

"Convey my words to your Sir Morphy when you return. When the Star Realm Rift closes in three days, it will be our time to enter the inner city of Cardman City.

At that time, don’t block our path, we can completely ignore your existence."

The old knight’s words, translated through the player interface, came as a surprise to Khaki. He paused before querying:

"But isn’t the convergence of thousands of vampires here a threat to you?"

"It might be for the Golden Flower Kingdom, but not for us."

Old Finoc waved his hand, adding:

"Take your companions and leave. We’ve no need to play tricks on you considering your meager strength. We could simply push you aside if we wished."

"Oh."

A prompt popped up in front of Khaki indicating that the mission was complete and he was to return to camp to report back to Morphy and claim his reward.

His heart raced with anticipation, wishing he could grow wings and fly back right away. Before leaving, he remembered a post he had seen on the forum and turned to ask:

"Um... a friend of mine possesses a version of the Avalon Sacred Blade. He’s desperately trying to uncover the secrets behind it. It seems that it was seized from you guys. So, could he possibly ask you about it? Purely academic, nothing more."

Seeing as you guys are so powerful, you wouldn’t be scared of an amateurish warrior like us, right? It’s not an attack or anything, it’s purely for academic exchange, so please don’t misunderstand."

"Hmm?"

After this speech was translated for Old Finoc via the Calculating Pearl, the lord of White Oak was genuinely shocked. Where did this mysterious vampire Morphy dig up these equally mysterious "summons"?

They look human, but they had more nerve than the voracious cannibals!

It’s already generous for letting you live, but instead of running away, you requested an "academic exchange" opportunity for your friend, and he’s bringing the Holy Item replicas here?

Aren’t you afraid of Natalie starting a melee, then having a tribute of five hundred axe warriors asking whether you want soup or noodles?

The old knight glanced at Natalie.

She already clenched her fists, feeling that these Morphy’s lackeys were mocking her.

If it weren’t for the presence of the battalion commander, the captain of the hunters would probably have drawn her sword already.

"Alright!"

The lord of White Oak revealed a subtle smile, and got up and nodded at Khaki Tontita, saying:

"We always welcome brave men from Sir Morphy’s ranks to visit us, as long as you dare to come."

"Ha, okay."

Khaki grinned and gave the old knight a thumbs-up, stating:

"You’re actually a pretty decent guy!

I’ll give this news to Wumeioge when I get back, maybe he’ll come tomorrow, maybe even with a gift. Well, I see you guys are busy, don’t bother seeing me out, we’ll get going.

Goodbye!"

Then, under the watchful eyes of a group of witch hunters, Khaki Tontita and his team, who had long been scared stiff, climbed onto a shabby cart given by the hunter and quickly disappeared into the night.

After he left, Major Fraser emerged from a nearby house.

He had a notebook in his hand where he had copied down the conversation that took place between the old knight and the Blood Servant. But he didn’t know what the other side said because he didn’t understand the foreign language, so he could only record the unilateral speech of the old knight.

The Major looked at the old knight with a strange expression, and murmured in a low voice:

"Your blatant disloyalty was really quite surprising just now. I know you don’t feel a sense of belonging towards the kingdom, but one could see why people hold an aversion towards you.

But do you really plan on letting the vampires and their followers just go?"

"They are not our targets."

Old Finoc leaned on the Holy Oak Blade and replied in a low voice:

"The war is over. The blade should be sheathed. But if they don’t understand, I don’t mind letting the blood of the blood vultures spill again on the land they have poisoned. But we have to prepare..."

"Hmm?"

The Major didn’t understand what he meant, until the old knight shook his head and said:

"Aren’t you curious why Morphy and his companions are so determined to retake the city? Salockdale is not dead...he’s still in the city, maybe injured, or worse."

But he should still be alive."

"That’s good..."

The old knight leaning against the great oak blade, showed a cold smile that a gold-class individual should have.

Looking into the distant, ambiguous night, he said in a heavy voice:

"Finally, I have the chance to end my ancient personal feud with the blood vultures. But that strange little guy just said ’Cui Si’...

It shouldn’t be the ’Cui Si’ I remember, right?"

Ps:

Unless there’s a surprise, the new book should be shelved at 12 o’clock tonight. There’s no need to wait, brothers, just get some sleep and read it when you wake up.