My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 448 - 155. The End of the Bata Sin Massacre _3

Chapter 448: 155. The End of the Bata Sin Massacre _3

Only the Blood Servants from the "Loyalist Sect" of the Blood Vulture Clan were cheerfully commanding the city’s vagrants to clean the streets. Faded stone statues, shimmering coldly in the sun, were being loaded onto carts and transported outside the city for destruction.

Any knowledgeable merchant would know that these were the only remnants left behind after a vampire’s death.

Since nobody had stopped the city’s inhabitants from going out, they quickly gathered to gossip about what had happened the previous night. A thunderous piece of news soon spread through the small town, home to just a few thousand permanent residents.

The Blood Vulture manager of Bataxin City, Hertum Joel Lusenbra, had been executed personally by Earl Cardman for conspiring with the northerners and attempting to undermine the authority of the Blood Vultures.

All the arrogant descendants serving under Old Joel were being purged, and the Blood Servants he had trained like wild dogs were being arrested. It was said they would be executed at noon on the city’s main trading street.

The new administrator of Bataxin City, a woman nicknamed "Auntie," Miss Blanche Paleen Feido, was currently gathering evidence against these lackeys.

This was what surprised everyone.

Blanche Paleen Feido, a female merchant from a small northern village in the Ice Bay area of Bataxin, had somehow climbed the social ladder. She had been granted the title of knight by Earl Cardman himself and was entirely in charge of some business affairs in the Count’s territory.

It was said that she had been given the authority to form a small organization to manage Bataxin City.

According to rumors that had been passed around, all members of this small organization would be appointed by Miss Pailian, which is why the city’s major merchants had rushed to the Horseshoe Iron Inn, where Knight Pailian was staying, hoping to secure benefits for themselves.

These matters were of little concern to the city’s ordinary citizens; no matter who was in charge, they would never have a chance to assume power.

They were interested in only two things.

Firstly, Pailian was not a well-known figure among the merchants in Bataxin. She was just a wealthy merchant trading daily necessities, and there had been local rumors that the money Miss Pailian used for her business came from her poor husband, whom she and her daughters had murdered with their own hands.

That was a horrifying accusation, but the question was, how could such a small merchant with a complicated background have ascended to become a vassal of a noble vampire earl?

Secondly, just how many vampires had died in the city last night?

Looking at the faded stone statues being transported out of the city, just the number of them was chilling. Could it be that the Blood Vulture lords who had recently gathered in the city had all been killed by the new Earl?

I thought the Blood Vulture Clan was finished? How did such a dominant vampire Earl suddenly emerge?

Well, it seems that the Blood Vultures are not extinct yet.

That’s a good thing.

The continuation of a 400-year rule is not necessarily bad for the commoners. Everything they are familiar with will continue to exist without having to adjust to a new order on this land after the disastrous decade-long war.

Although vampires are a bunch of inhuman creatures, it’s unthinkable what Transylvania would become without them.

Meanwhile, inside the ancient Horseshoe Iron Inn, the beaming innkeeper was instructing the chef to prepare the best food in the house for his distinguished niece, Pailian, a lunch fitting for a knight.

All the employees of the inn were smiling, as happy as if they had found money.

Since most of them came from the same village as Miss Pailian, her rise in status would definitely make their lives better. Look, these are the common people of Transylvania, whose dreams are so humble.

On the other hand, in the best room on the second floor of the inn, Miss Pailian was not so happy.

She was discussing major grain trading matters with the five major local merchants seated around her.

She did not mince her words, but told them directly:

"As long as this task is done well, you will have everything you want! His lordship, the Earl, has promised that once there are sufficient supplies in his territory, Bataxin City will be conferred to me. And I promise all of you!

Should I acquire this land, you will definitely have a place in the city’s management assembly!

You all know me, my late husband and I were known for our integrity when we did business together!

But... if we don’t succeed, my friends...

Consider the ’Bataxin Massacre’ that happened last night. I don’t think that was just for show to the vampires. What do you think?"