My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 398 - 138. Night Visit to the Vampire_3

Chapter 398: 138. Night Visit to the Vampire_3

But to my invitation, he never denied it, right until the last moment he hoped I would accept you all.

The words I am speaking contain no lies.

So Natalie Finoc Lawson, I hope you temporarily set aside the personal grievances between you and me, and think about this issue from the standpoint of the witch-hunters.

I am extending an invitation to you.

Not as the Blood Vulture Clan, but as the Earl of Cardman.

Over the past many years, you all have earned a terrible reputation on this land.

Luckily, vampires don’t have a good reputation here either.

Therefore, if the locals are willing to give vampires a fresh start, there’s a good chance they won’t reject the involvement of the witch hunters in the rebuilding of this land.

The premise is, you are truly willing to devote your power to this land.

You know me, Natalie.

You know that I’m not like other vampires, I’ve never wanted to hide this, I can even straightforwardly tell you.

Compared to vampires, I see myself more as a human.

So..."

Murphy turned around, exposing his back to Natalie without reservation. He leaned over the table, writing something quickly. In this posture, with one assault, the witch-hunter can stab the divine blade into Murphy’s body.

However, even after Murphy finished writing, Natalie remained frozen in place.

A voice in her heart was roaring.

But she used her reason to suppress this impulse that could only worsen the situation.

This self-repression is called "growth".

"Give yourself a chance, as well as your followers, your subordinates."

With a smile, Murphy handed her the document in his hand, then picked up the seal of the Earl of Cardman and covered it with crimson spiritual energy, marking his seal on the document.

The content of this document is simple.

It is Murphy using the power of Earl Cardman to grant the citizens of Transylvania the status of the original Avalon Church’s witch hunters. He also demarcates large areas of the Inner City of Cardman City as their residential and training area, and it allows the witch hunters to keep their arms in his territory.

"Of course, the name ’witch hunters’ can’t be used anymore. Perhaps you could come up with a new name, as if to say goodbye to the past and start a new life."

Murphy murmured:

"And if you are willing to accept it, I also have some marginal territory that could be compiled into a baronial domain... Would you like to add ’Baroness’ in front of your name? Please don’t look at me as if I’m mad, Miss Natalie.

I’m really short on manpower now.

Especially talents like you, I’m in dire need. Therefore, please believe in my sincerity."

"I’ll treat this as a not-so-funny joke and share it with my companions. They are bound to burst into laughter."

Natalie folded the documents in her hand and put them into her spiritual energy pouch. She nodded cooly at Murphy, said goodbye, and left the office.

Murphy watched her leave. The moment the door closed, he suddenly asked:

"Have you ever heard the name ’Dusk’?"

"No."

It was Cui Si’s voice from behind.

The female Duchess of the Blood Vultures walked out as if from a shadow, removing her disguise with her superior spiritual energy control. She shook her head and said:

"I have never come across this name in my memory, but if it’s a warning left by Old Feinock for his daughter, then we should indeed be cautious. I was only joking earlier, were you actually planning on recruiting witch hunters to be part of your territory?"

"Certainly."

Murphy sighed and said:

"Although there are only over a thousand people, it could create dozens of possibilities. Besides, Transylvania is now full of holes, and we need this kind of established armament. Unfortunately, my bargaining chips are far too few.

If Old Feinock was still here, there might have been some chance, but Natalie clearly has opinions about me.

This matter is most likely off the table.

Cui Si, has anyone responded to the message you sent out to previous members of the Blood Vultures?"

"No reply, Young Murphy."

The female duchess of the Blood Vultures sighed and said:

"At the end of the day, who would want to submit to the leadership of a well-known waste of a household?"

"Excellent!"

Murphy squinted his eyes, and said:

"Then, in the name of the Mother of Night, we have indeed given them a chance. Even if Lord Pa Ying comes in person, he will have no grounds to call what we are going to do next ’cruel’."