My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 397 - 138. Night Visit to the Vampire_2

Chapter 397: 138. Night Visit to the Vampire_2

Besides the combat daggers hidden in her boots, waistband, and cuffs, and the two hunting crossbows on her back, she is indeed armed to the teeth.

However, compared to the aggressive demeanor she used to hold whenever she saw Murphy, her face had softened somewhat.

There was a certain restraint in her grey eyes that Murphy couldn’t fathom.

But Lady Adel, the "head of intelligence" under Murphy’s command, was absolutely accurate in her report; it was true that Natalie had established a connection with the Guardian’s Holy Blade left behind by the old knight.

There was clearly a surge of spiritual energy resonating between her individual essence and the Holy Blade.

However, it was extremely forced,

It completely lacked the fluidity that was nearly "blood is thicker than water" between old Finoc and the Guardian. It was even far less than the dark spiritual connection established between Murphy and the Necessary Evil in his hand. Murphy’s spiritual resonance with the Desire Demon-Blade was merely rated as "low" on the character card evaluation.

From this, it could be seen that the Grey-Haired Demon Hunting Princess hadn’t gained approval from the Natural Holy Blade.

She was merely allowed to wield the blade at best.

This level of relic holder didn’t pose an effective threat to Murphy, who had already attained the elite template.

"You wished to meet with me?"

Standing in his office, which was once a family guard’s resting room, Murphy extended his hands in a friendly gesture and asked the huntress in front of him:

"Is there anything that I, lord of this ruined city, can help you with, Miss Natalie?"

"I came to ask some questions about old Finoc..."

"You should call him ’father’!"

Before Natalie could complete her sentence, she was abruptly interrupted by Murphy.

The vampire lord stared at her, the bright red lights in his eyes bouncing energetically, reflecting the fluctuations in Murphy’s mood.

He said:

"Sir Finoc Lawson sacrificed himself at the most critical moment, under the revelation of the divine spirit he believed in, saving all of Transylvania, thus every life in this land should pay him respect!

I don’t know what you witch hunters think, but I’ve decided to erect a statue for the late Sir Lawson during the restoration of the Blood Eagle Corridor. It will be erected in the original Blood Pond Hall.

I will recount his epic tale to everyone I meet.

Of course, as his daughter, you have every right to speak ill of my departed friend, but any disrespect towards my old friend, Sir Finoc, might trigger my wrath.

So please, pick your words carefully."

This response left Natalie silent once again.

A few seconds later, she looked up and said:

"I came to ask about matters pertaining to my father’s last moments. He had a conversation with you in the secret tunnel of the Corridor. I would like to know if he mentioned a power named ’Dusk’?"

"No."

Quite naturally, Murphy lied with a sincere tone, displaying no distinctive characteristics from other vampires.

He said:

"He just used veiled language to hint at me to pay attention to the hidden plot behind the betrayal of the Old Faith. But he never mentioned the name of the perpetrators. He even said that what we are experiencing now, including the war, is simply a gentle breeze before the real storm.

Honestly, it sounds like madman’s babblings.

But considering the tag of devoted believer that Old Finoc had, I’d wager he might know something. So, this ’Dusk’ you mentioned, are they the culprits behind the Ten-Year War and the rebellion of the Old Faith?"

"I can’t say much, but I guess that’s probable. I don’t know where they are or what they’re planning, but they are my enemies!"

A few rays of light flickered in Natalie’s cold grey eyes as she declared:

"I will hunt them down until my dying breath."

"With your current strength and resources?"

Murphy shook his head.

He took a step back, leaning against his office desk, and looked the huntress up and down with a teasing smile on his face:

"As far as I know, the White Oak Battle Group is the last standing power of the Old Faith, with near 90% of their forces lost in the Ten-Year War, leaving only a little over a thousand battered and exhausted soldiers. Not to mention whether you can persuade them to follow you with the not yet fully tamed Great Oak Blade in your hand...

Even if you manage to gain their obedience, such a tired and weak force will hardly be able to compete with a power capable of launching a large-scale operation like the Ten-Year War in the shadows...

Well, this brings us to the second topic from my secret conversation with your father."

Murphy touched the Core Bead on his chest, casting a fleeting glance at Natalie who was listening intently, and said:

"Your father once hoped that the remaining witch hunters would join Transylvania..."

"Impossible!"

The grey-haired huntress instantly denied:

"Even in his madness, he’d never suggest such a thing to a vampire lord!"

"Of course not him, golden strongmen always maintain their dignity. I was the one who extended the invitation. I told your father that witch hunters are homeless in this era, and Transylvania will welcome all those who are without a home."

Murphy spread his arms wide and said calmly:

"I clarified my plans for this land and my dreams to your father.

I told him that I hope to build an ideal city on the ruins of Cardman City, a place where everyone is equals, and no one is looked down upon because of differences in race and civilization. Your father mocked me for daydreaming and called me a lunatic."