My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 218 - 78. Miss! You are looking for death yourself! 【18/60】_2

Chapter 218: 78. Miss! You are looking for death yourself! 【18/60】_2

Don’t forget, all those higher-ranking Silver Grade Vampires were the ones they killed. They’re holding a hell lot of good stuff. Just a fraction of it is more than enough for us!"

Trust me, brothers, we won’t be at a loss in this.

Ring Attack, go ask the student gang, they seem to have also captured a couple of vampire prisoners. If they’re willing, we can conduct this business together."

"Why not team up with Stick Brother?"

Brother Black Silk and Succubus Old Qu looked at each other and then turned to Wumeioge for guidance. He smirked and said:

"I’ve known Happy Stick for almost seven years now, and he’s a cunning veteran. Even though he seems to be always joking around, I bet he’s itching to absorb us all into his big troop.

The student gang is obviously more reliable and they’ve suffered huge losses this time.

If it’s really Sister Pomegranate directing them, I believe they won’t reject this proposal."

Wumeioge looked extremely calculating. However, Ring Attack, who had been sent out to negotiate, came back with a baffled look on his face. He said to Wumeioge:

"They don’t want to trade!"

"What? Why?"

Wumeioge was stunned. Had the student gang already been swayed by Happy Stick?

But that was not the case.

"They said they want to keep the two vampire prisoners..."

Ring Attack spoke with an inexplicably strange expression:

"It was Lead Dove who said it himself. They want to follow Sir Morphy’s example and raise their own NPC. But I guess they must have other intentions."

"Damn! What are these students thinking!"

Wumeioge couldn’t make heads or tails of it for a while.

Anyway, his gang hummed a hunting song as they hopped joyfully towards Morphy’s place, with their four prisoners in tow.

Meanwhile, the student gang were still "mourning."

"Wah wah wah, good CheChe, good Ayu, good snail, good cat, you all died so miserably. My good children, white hair sending off the black hair."

Gebao made a little burial mound and buried his four deceased roommates’ broken armor there, creating a clothing mound with a sense of ritual.

The nearby Chosen Ashman was utterly perplexed.

He glanced at the huffing and puffing Muscle Bull Bull, who rolled his eyes and replied:

"Don’t worry about it. The guys in their dormitory are all crazy. They take the role-playing too seriously, heard it’s common for finance students in the end."

"No, I mean, why do you guys want to keep those two vampires?"

Dust Beater looked at Khaki Tontita and Ni Gei Lu Da You making a wooden cage enthusiastically nearby and then at the two vampires bound tightly.

He said with a puzzled look:

"You guys aren’t planning on doing anything obscene, right? You specifically caught two female vampires..."

"What the heck are you thinking! Can you even do that in the game?"

Bull Bull was amused by his classmate’s wild imagination. Massaging his aching chest, he explained in a hushed tone:

"It’s my sister’s idea.

She heard about the initiating rules of the vampires somewhere. The Black Iron Rank vampires have three descendant slots, but neither Sir Morphy nor Lady Adel have filled theirs up. So, she asked us to capture these female vampires to offer them as descendants.

We’re just exploring the game mechanics, after all.

If they refuse, then we kill them and exchange the vampire hearts with Lady Cui Si for a wave of rewards, or if worst comes to worst, exchange them with the witch hunters."

"My compliments to Sister Pomegranate. She’s really forward-thinking."

Dust Beater reasoned that it made sense. He turned to Lead Dove, who had just returned from mourning, and said in a low voice:

The Cardman’s self-help army seems to have also captured two or three of them. Should I talk to Brother Mud Head and see if we can bring a couple over?"

"Hey, that sounds great!"

Lead Dove was delighted momentarily, then he coughed and stated his requirement:

"We are a classy team. We don’t want males, we want pretty ones, got it? Even our domestic vampires need to be elegant, just like Sir Morphy’s usual elegance. We can pay them in gold coins!

We scavenged quite a bit in the city before, and there are no proper shops opened yet, so we’ve got money sitting idle."

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"Morphy, your warriors have brought four vampire prisoners, saying they wanted to surrender them to you."

In the survivor’s camp, Lady Cui Si walked in from outside the tent, holding a cocktail of unseasoned fresh blood, and spoke to a newly awakened Morphy.

"What do I need them for? They’re Jed’s servants. I can’t trust them."

Morphy replied softly.

Only to be disdainfully sneered at by Cui Si.

She came forward, poured him a glass of wine, held it to his lips, and whispered:

"After all this time, are you still not used to being a vampire? Loyalty means nothing to us, except for blockheads like Maxim, of course.

They indeed were Jed’s servants.

But the Clan Leader is dead! The binding of the blood contract makes them in so much pain that they’re almost useless. Without finding a new Clan Leader, they will continue to suffer like this. As long as you give them a way out, they’ll offer you everything."

"Not interested."

Morphy had a sip of the icy cold bloody cocktail with his eyes closed and said,

"I’m not a trash bin, I don’t take trash!"

"You can keep them for Adel or Maxim if you don’t need them."

Cui Si whispered:

"Given the current condition of the Blood Vulture Clan, Adel won’t be able to find a suitable Blood Servant to train anytime soon. It’s better to make do with what we have. You can question the intellect of Jed’s gang, but you can’t doubt the judgment of those who are personal guards of the Clan Leader."