My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 480 - 166. Dare to use a half dwarf? Bastard, you will pay for this! _2

Chapter 480: 166. Dare to use a half dwarf? Bastard, you will pay for this! _2

This was indeed a perfect solution.

However, Major Fraser felt touched by the extraordinary assistance that General Loren was willing to provide, which was beyond the basic relationship between superior and subordinate.

He nodded his head, accepting the general’s decision.

But then General Loren shook his head, took a puff of cigar and suggested to Major Fraser:

"I’ve read your report, it is very good, detailed and engaging, like reading a captivating fantasy novel. I believe our King will love it.

However, the title is too formal. Our King was a famous prodigal in his youth in the kingdom of West Lan. He once published his own collection of poems and rather thrilling novels under the pseudonym ’Sir Boris.’ That novel vividly described the vibrant life of a young man with himself as the protagonist.

Of course, the original copy of the book has been lost.

What I’m saying is, if you want to get the King’s enthusiastic praise, you need to change the title."

The dwarfish general made a gesture with his finger, offering a suggestion to his subordinate as an elder.

Having served by King Louis’s side for over a decade, this former Old Imperial Guard knew very well the small quirks of his vigorous Majesty.

Therefore, after some thought, he said to Major Fraser:

"Change it to ’Cape Travelogue: Traveling with Vampires.’ I believe that after the King has praised your writing, your book will sell strongly in the country. You might even gain the benefit of fame as a writer and gather some ardent fans among the literary women."

"Ah, this..."

The major was speechless for a moment.

He didn’t want to turn his painstakingly compiled war-end inspection report into a third-rate novel, but what could he do when General Loren had already said so?

Not to change it?

Then you can wait for it to flop!

That was the only matter General Loren wanted to speak about, so after he finished, Major Fraser intended to leave, but the general called him back.

"Wait, there’s something else I need you to do, but it mustn’t alert anyone else."

General Loren took a seat on the couch in the office.

He took a puff from his dwarf pipe, and frustratedly unbuttoned his crisp military uniform’s collar. This gesture signified that the general’s subsequent words and instructions were unrelated to military affairs.

This half-dwarf was always keen on hinting at his intent with seemingly inconsequential details.

Through the smoke, his earth-colored, brown eyes stared at Major Fraser. After a few minutes of silence, he began to speak:

"Old Feinock and I were old friends, few people knew of our friendship. It couldn’t even be called friendship really, after all, before I was born, my mother, Irina Baroness Frederick, was a devout follower of the Avalon Church.

She had some kinship ties with Old Feinock’s wife, so theoretically, I have familial relations with that old knight.

But this is not the main reason we became friends.

He is more than 170 years older than me, even through the perspective of a dwarf’s family, I regard him as an elder. I know everything that happened in his family, although he didn’t tell me where he went and what he did in those missing six years, but I trust Old Feinock’s character.

Now, the old bastard who taught me martial arts in my childhood is dead.

On the surface, he has left the White Oak Battle group to his undutiful daughter, but in reality, he has handed over his last followers to me.

If circumstances permit, I will do everything to properly settle those old soldiers.

They are not at fault.

They were just implicated by the strange rebellion of the Avalon Church. The King will also acknowledge their contribution to the kingdom in the Ten Years War, a pardon should suffice to vindicate them.

However, now that something unexpected has occurred, perhaps related to the Circle Tower and emergence of the subspace rift, the entire Exploration Corps and I might have been used by those gloomy conservative psychics.

Although I’m not certain if they really did those things, but since there is suspicion, it mustn’t be ignored!

This morning, I already received a message from the Circle Tower. They will be sending people to accept the remaining old soldiers from the White Oak Battle group soon.

Those psychics have enough reason to do this.

Those old soldiers were indeed involved in matters related to the subspace and must be taken seriously.

But I think you also know that under the current circumstances, once the Circle Tower takes those old soldiers away, it is highly unlikely for them to come back alive.

And I will be leaving the barracks in three hours..."

General Loren closed his eyes tiredly.

He was about to make a decision that violated his military identity, but he did not regret it. Rubbing at the corners of his eyes, he murmured:

"By that time, command will be transferred to the staff. I will give the order that before my return, no soldier is allowed to leave the fortress! It is necessary! Because we must carry out internal investigations to find the informants hidden within the corps by the vampires.

Therefore, no outside forces should enter our barracks at this time!

No one is allowed!"

"I understand, General."

Major Fraser instantly got the hint.

But then, he whispered:

"Actually, I know a place where the remnants of the old church can go, I’m just not sure if these stubborn witch hunters would be willing to go. A junior of mine is currently serving as a governor in Transylvania, I believe in her commitment to protecting her fellow humans.