My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 349 - 122. Money, Power and Future_2

Chapter 349: 122. Money, Power and Future_2

"Tsk."

The haughty half-elf lifted her head in indifference, ignoring Maxim’s silent threat. In the shadowy veil spun by her psychic spells, she quickly moved under the sunlight, flying away in the direction of the Blood Eagle Corridor.

Meanwhile, inside a room within the ruins, Milian had prepared a report summarizing the various information from the survivor camp, ready to report her recent work progress to Murphy.

However, before she could start, Murphy raised his hand to interrupt her, and brought up another issue.

"Milian, I made a promise to you before the battle in Smuggler’s Forest. You are free, I said, and once we survive the danger, I would grant your wish to leave Transylvania immediately and reward you with a fortune that will make you carefree for the rest of your life."

The vampire sat by the luxurious original wooden table found by the player in the ruin, grinning at the redhead girl sitting opposite.

Milian was stunned for a moment.

Indeed, that had happened.

It was exactly the words Murphy used to coax her into taking the risk to rescue the four witch hunters. She had thought it was just the vampire’s excuse, but she didn’t expect Murphy to take the initiative to mention it now.

Ah, that must have been nearly twenty days ago.

But in her perception and memory, it felt like an afternoon from over ten years ago.

However, what does this mean?

Milian couldn’t help but ponder in her mind, was Murphy testing her loyalty?

If she asked Murphy to fulfill her promise now, would this "Earl of Cardman" who was newly conferred last night immediately order her execution, followed by a classic story of executioners and dumplings?

She thought a lot about it.

However, Murphy had no other intentions.

He called out to the door, and Maxim put on the crimson heavy armor walked in with a box. This family chief guard armor, found in the Blood Eagle Treasury, provided excellent protection, both physical and psychic defenses, and its appearance was also quite sturdy.

Especially the two shoulder guards shaped like night bats made the already huge Maxim look like a humanoid beast.

The helmet with a vulture face shield enveloped his entire face, exuding an oppressive aura from the murky midnight.

"Bang."

The loyal servant placed the box in front of Milian and opened it under Murphy’s smiling gaze.

In an instant, golden light illuminated Milian’s eyes.

The not-so-large box was neatly filled with forty gold bars and an equal amount of gold coins and jewels. It was just a drop in the bucket from the Blood Eagle Treasury, but even though Milian was not a student majoring in accounting or appraisal, she could roughly estimate the value of these assets.

Given the current prices in Charldo Harbor, this money would not make her ascend to the upper class overnight, but if calculated by the living standard of ordinary people, Murphy’s words that it could make her carefree for life were not exaggerating.

With this money, she could not only complete her studies with ease, but also buy a shop in Charldo Harbor and start a comfortable new life exceeding the living standard of ordinary people!

"This is what you deserve, Milian."

The one who spoke up first wasn’t Murphy, but Maxim.

The faithful servant lifted the vulture-shaped face shield, the face that was unusual for ordinary people no longer held previous hostility and scrutiny, but spoke softly to Milian with a mild expression:

"I apologize for my previous suspicions. By the strictest standards, your work in the ruins of Cardman City and the survivors’ camp has provided far more help to Master Murphy’s cause than I have.

This wealth is not only a promise from the master, but also a reward you deserve.

But what I want to say is...

Maybe you shouldn’t accept these."

"Huh?"

Milian was currently busy calculating the value of these glorious, golden pretties in front of her, and was trying hard to contemplate how to enjoy life after getting rich. Hearing Maxim’s advice, she looked up in surprise and said:

"Why? Mark, although I still think you’re irreparable in your foolish loyalty, I have to admit that, by the standards of a friend, you’re quite qualified. But you shouldn’t interfere with my choices, should you?

Just as I haven’t used your vampire ideal to ridicule you for a while."

"No, I’m not trying to interfere with your life."

Maxim glanced at Master Murphy, who was smiling and playing with the Core Bead, then he leaned closer and whispered to Milian:

"Once you take this money, it means your work in Cardman City is over. You’ll have the right to leave and start your new life. But what about the survivor’s camp? What about the 1800 people we saved from the Blood Eagle Corridor?

Can you bear to give up and abandon the camp of nearly 3000 that you’ve built yourself in this barren ruin and wilderness?"

"This..."

Milian didn’t know how to respond for a moment. Maxim bent over and picked up a gold bar to play with. He whispered:

"I’m a bit rough, so let me ask more straightforwardly! Future power or current money, which one do you choose?"

Despite Maxim’s appearance, from his occasional conversations with Murphy, it could be seen that this big fellow also had his own "art of speaking" that occasionally went straight to the heart of the matter, at least his words now were very cunning.