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Chapter 383 - 133. Don’t Mess with Women from Transylvania _3

Chapter 383: 133. Don’t Mess with Women from Transylvania _3

Although I currently serve as a vampire lord in my own secluded and dark hometown, staying here seems to be the future that holds the most promise for me.

The knowledge I possess could be perfectly unleashed here.

More crucially, as far as I observe, the freedom with which Sir Morphy exercises his power could be described as "indulgence."

Milian shook her head.

She realized she might have said too much.

As a conclusion, she made a playful comment while holding the title deed in her hand, saying:

"I faintly remember that an experienced administrative class instructor once lamented that if you come across a lord or superior that understands ’delegation of authority’, then cherish it.

Therefore, from the perspective of a job seeker, I guess I am quite lucky...

Why aren’t you saying anything? Sir."

She looked at Major Fraser.

The latter was observing this common-born lady with a surprised yet appreciating gaze, and he sighed:

"Your analysis of your own situation demonstrates the formidable ability of alumni from Shaldo University’s School of Administration. Perhaps I should suggest to His Highness that he should recruit more talents like you.

But I have a new question, why did you get involved in this series of events?

An academically talented scholar and an ambitious vampire lord seem to exist in totally different worlds."

"The answer to that question is quite dull."

This time, Milian had finally stepped out of the wreckage of the city.

She stood on the wall defense line created by Sir Morphy’s warriors and herself during the Star Realm disaster, looking back at the silent devastation behind her.

With a silent sigh and a lament, she murmured:

"A month and a half ago, I was called back to my hometown by a letter from my father who is a vampire-worshipper and also the village head. He had found a child of a wealthy man in Cardman City, aimed to be my husband.

When I was about to board the steam train leaving Charldo Harbor, all I could think about was how to escape this dreadful fate. The unpredictable life, however, has prepared a surprise for me that I could never imagine.

It stole all that I was familiar with!

Then, through Sir Morphy, generously blessed me with a whole new life."

"So fortunate."

Said Major Fraser:

"Not just for you, but also for that son of a wealthy merchant who perished in the disaster."

"Huh?"

Milian glared at Fraser.

The latter shrugged, making a lightly humorous, maybe even excessively humorous comment:

"I don’t believe a regular merchant’s children could control an outstanding lady like you in marriage. Just like I don’t believe a blood servant village head who lives in the Transylvania region could raise such an excellent character.

Your mother must be an equally outstanding lady.

It is really a pity to have missed the chance to visit."

The gaze of the Major inadvertently fell on that familiar silver bracelet in Milian’s hand. He squinted his eyes, then said with a smile:

"I look forward to the day when your every potential is unearthed. I believe you will make a name for yourself on the continent then! Despite your choice to exert your talents in Transylvania, do not forget that you have an acquaintance, if not too familiar, at least able to converse friend in Angu, which is not far away from you.

Indeed, if you have a second life plan, then I can assure you in the name of the Cape Family that the Golden Flower Kingdom might offer..."

"There’s no need, thank you for your kindness, no matter what your invitation is for."

Milian courteously nodded to Major Fraser.

But she declined without hesitation:

"I have chosen my lord. His ambitions and his will determine the course of my life. Just like you have your king and I have my lord. Major Fraser, you are a true gentleman.

So, when your life needs a second option, please don’t forget that you still have a friend like me in Transylvania. I can generously arrange a security job for you.

I believe that with your talents, you will undoubtedly become the best security personnel on this land.

Without a doubt!"

"Hahahaha"

Such a spicy response made the Major stunned, then laughed heartily. Milian too giggled a little and prepared to say goodbye.

But the next moment, Major Fraser made a unique gesture. He pulled out his meticulous dwarf trench gun, seriously handed it to Milian and said:

"The ancient nobles of the Transylvania region have a tradition that dates back before the first Black Disaster. They would offer a weapon capable of protecting their valued friend as an initiation of friendship.

We both know that the Black Disaster is imminent. Baroness Milian, I believe you need this ’Iron Hammer Guard’ more than I do."

"I do really need it. My hometown has left me with little security so far, but giving without receiving is impolite."

Instead of refusing, Milian took the crimson handgun from her spiritual energy bag and handed it to Major Fraser.

She quietly said:

"Excluding political factors, you are indeed a good fellow student. I hope it can protect you as it has protected me."

Major Fraser took the exquisite vampire-styled six-chambered handgun with a strange look in his eyes.

He examined this excellent weapon and said:

"In the past, my female schoolmates would shyly gift me roses, but now they seriously gift me handguns, well, seems like students from Shaldo University of Craftsman retain their martial virtue as always.

Does it have a name?"

He asked.

Milian rolled her eyes, climbed on the horse led by the guards in a carefree manner, and said:

"It’s just a weapon, it doesn’t need a name, Major. You should read fewer third-rate knight novels. The style of the romanticist knight doesn’t suit this era anymore.

Have a good night.

And a smooth journey back home."

After that, Baroness Milian disappeared into the night escorted by four camp guards, leaving the ruined city behind.

Major Fraser watched as his outstanding and carefree younger schoolmate departed. He glanced at the exquisite gun in his hand, shrugged, and said to this elegant and bleakly gorgeous weapon:

"Well then, from now on, I entrust my safety to you, Miss Milian.

Allow me to end tonight’s conversation with the catchphrase of that odd Lord Palano, um, how beautiful is a proud rose born on a dark land."