My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 284 - 100. Conversations between men should be so candid! 【40/60】_3

Chapter 284: 100. Conversations between men should be so candid! 【40/60】_3

He was truly surprised.

The eyes shining red in the darkness looked at the old knight, unbelieving:

"You’re two hundred years old! Natalie can’t be more than 40..."

"35 years old, which is just the beginning of life for pure-blooded Kite people who generally live up to 140 years."

Old Feinock blew out a smoke ring and shook his head:

"Don’t look at me with that kind of dirty look, or I’ll punch you!

The truth is not what you think!

Natalie’s mother is also a Silver Grade Saint of Avalon Church. Although she didn’t drink from the Holy Grail like I did, the advancement of her life form and natural blessings extended her life to an easy 200 years.

My wife was even 11 years older than me.

Why we had a daughter in our twilight years, can only be explained as a manifestation of Avalon’s blessings.

The limitations of strength make it difficult for people of our rank to produce offspring; it is impossible to change the fact that these powerful beings are rare. This is the law of nature."

"Well, well, your Avalon God really meddles a lot, perhaps He also has a post for granting children."

Murphy mumbled a complaint.

In the face of the old knight’s angry gaze, he continued:

"But she and you seem to have a bad relationship. I can see that; she treats you as a superior, rarely with personal feelings involved. So even a Gold Grade might has family issues?"

"That’s my fault, it has nothing to do with Natalie."

The old knight didn’t want to talk about this issue.

His silence hinted at Murphy not to ask further. Hence, the vampire quickly changed the topic:

"Cui Si told me that the Witch Hunters are in a very bad situation now. As creatures of the Avalon Church, you were undoubtedly implicated in the rebellion of the Old Church. You had to bind yourself to the Golden Flower Kingdom as mercenaries to avoid being executed during the Ten Years War.

Moreover, as far as I know, they used you brutally.

As the leader of the White Oak Battle Group, have you ever considered the future for your subordinates?"

"Hmm?"

The old knight put down his pipe, looking strangely at Murphy, who was holding a food box.

He said:

"What are you trying to say? Don’t say anything strange, Murphy, after all, I’ve just slightly improved my impression of you."

"I mean, if you have nowhere to go, why not stay?"

The vampire voiced his thoughts.

Old Feinock helplessly covered his eyes, saying:

"God of Avalon help me, you actually said it out loud, you sound like a crazy dreamer.

In the Ten Years War, Witch Hunters have killed countless vampires and Blood Servants, our reputation in the Transylvania area stinks.

I know you’re a natural rebel who doesn’t have good feelings about the Blood Vulture Clan, but what kind of thoughts were you having, under what state of mind did you come up with such an idea? What makes you think that Witch Hunters and Vampires can shake hands and make peace?"

"But our previous collaborations have been pleasant, haven’t they?"

Murphy grinned:

"The Smugglers’ Forest, Jed’s gang, and the clean-up of the Blood Eagle Corridor, facts prove that both sides do not even need to put down their grudges, as long as there are common interests, they can work together. The most ironic thing is, even if you return the head of Salockdale to King Louis, all you can get is a pardon.

But you have been labeled as rebels for ten years now.

You can’t be naive to think that the King’s order would let you live peacefully back home, can you?

The war has already changed a lot, and it will continue to bring changes!

This cannot be altered by your will.

Feinock, your subordinates have nowhere to go, but the Transylvania I plan will open its arms to all the homeless.

So long as you are willing to begin your new life in this land.

I know, my offer is not as attractive compared to King Louis and General Loren, but for the Witch Hunters now, it’s always good to have an extra option.

Right?"

Murphy put down his meal box, saying faintly:

"Or is it that you prefer a king who’s been using you as cannon fodder for the past ten years, over a friendly vampire who opens his arms to you?"

"Listen to your own words, Murphy, maybe your brain actually got damaged by Cui Si’s wicked magic. Why should I have to choose between...um, why should I choose between two wrong answers?"

The old knight sneered and didn’t talk more.

Murphy also tacitly didn’t ask further, until nearly half an hour later, the old knight put away his pipe, stood up and stretched, he said:

"Let’s go, continue reconnaissance."

Murphy stood up with the Blade of Yi fastened to his waist, but as they started to move, the old knight suddenly spoke again:

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"Hmm?"

The vampire looked at Old Feinock, questioningly.

Then he heard the old knight putting on his helmet, saying faintly:

"Why did the Avalon Church suddenly rebel without warning? As the national religion of the Golden Flower Kingdom, when did it ally with the aggressive fools in the Posya Confederation who have brains smaller than a walnut?

Even the West Sacha Barbarians far away in the Ice Bay joined the rebellion, though their faith is entirely different from the Old Church! The conflicting contradictions between them are no lesser than the conflicts between the Old Church and the vampires.

Yet they seemed to become friends overnight.

Too many irrational things are concealed underneath.

Murphy, you need to see beyond this Ten-Year War to see the hidden things.

You think you are safe, but you are not! Hidden shadows are summoning the storm, and the countless deaths we see before us are just a slight breeze.

War!

This ugly thing is just the least significant part of what is going on.

Remember these things and tell Cui Si, I think, she’ll understand what I mean, but remember, don’t talk about it, and don’t go looking for the truth, especially when you’re still weak..."