My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 521 - 180. Wumeioge finally found out the reason for his doom, it turns out it was all Avalon’s mischief! _1

Chapter 521: 180. Wumeioge finally found out the reason for his doom, it turns out it was all Avalon’s mischief! _1

Natalie quickly arrived at the ruins of the inner city enveloped in the mysterious purple radiance from the creation of the Star Realm. Old Eugene and Mother Mary Ann had set up two tents here already while Madam Jules returned to the campsite outside the city.

As the medical commander of Crimson Castle and administrator of religious affairs, Madam Jules had a hectic daily workload, and she urgently needed her own followers to act as her assistants.

Even the picky Old Eugene couldn’t find fault with this devoted believer. He accepted Madam Jules’ request for them to clear the surrounding Star Realm shadows with gratitude.

"Here..."

Natalie, bearing the great oak holy blade, entered the area designated as the Avalon Cathedral.

As she stepped into it, a distinctive perception rose in her mind, as tranquil as when she was young and training on Gramo Island, strolling in the woodland temple area.

That was the unique feeling the gaze of Avalon’s god gave its followers.

But like an invisible line separating the surroundings, this peaceful area was only limited to the land Lord Morphy provided for the Avalon Cathedral. The moment one even took one step across this boundary, this attentiveness would disappear.

This unique phenomenon aroused infinite thoughts in Natalie’s mind instantly.

"My God’s grace stays here, and only here. Mary Ann and I have tried repeatedly, and only here can we feel the watch and comfort by our God."

Old Eugene wearing a coarse cloth priest robe and carrying a slaying sword saw Natalie coming. As a devoted believer, he stepped forward immediately to bow, and then said with slight regrets:

"It’s still unclear what is causing this, but it is a perfect start nonetheless. Once the Avalon Cathedral is established here, perhaps our God’s power will be proclaimed."

"No, it probably won’t be."

Natalie took a thoughtful glance at the spiral staircase leading to the Blood Eagle Corridor far away, and quietly said:

"Could it be because the God of Avalon made some agreements with the lord of this land? Perhaps, constraining his power to this Cathedral land is my God’s way expressing goodwill or expectation? Like a pair of the Gods’ eyes placed here.

Impatiently and peacefully observing the changes of this city, and even this land in the future."

"How could my God make agreements with a vampire? That’s nonsensical. It’s a vampire! It’s an Eternal Sinful Descendant!"

Old Eugene was very dissatisfied with Natalie’s guess, but Natalie replied shaking her head:

"No, Morphy is different from other vampires, a point my father also recognized, otherwise he wouldn’t ask Morphy to accept us when he was dying. Perhaps my father received some revelation from the Divine Spirits?

As you know, my father was the only human follower who was able to maintain limited contact with the God of Avalon in these ten years... but this is not what we should discuss right now, Master Eugene."

Natalie proactively ended this topic.

She informed the witch-hunting master in front of her about the conversation on the way here with Morphy, and said:

"I came ahead not only to confirm the miracle of my God, but also to discuss something important with you and Mother Mary Ann, about where to settle our kinsmen.

"Won’t we take them to Crimson Castle?"

Mrs. Mary Ann, wearing a coarse linen robe and her hair covered in a long scarf, seemingly transitioned from an experienced Silver Hunter to a nun Mother all at once. She appeared behind Natalie, carrying a basket of freshly picked berries, and said:

"I just toured around the outer city. There’s ongoing large-scale cleanup there to prepare for future reconstruction. Obviously, Lord Morphy has a plan for his own city. Unfortunately, even walking on the ground, I can feel a horrible presence emanating from the city’s sewer area.

A ghoul nest and resentful spirit grave of such a scale that it terrifies me is forming."

"That is exactly what I wanted to discuss."

Natalie sat on a wooden pile, casually stuffing berries into her mouth while speaking to the two witch-hunting masters:

"I don’t really mind our kinsmen engaging in city reconstruction and clearing the evil beings of the sewer. However, what they need most right now is to recuperate, and the environment surrounding Crimson Castle can hardly provide a safe and relaxing atmosphere.

Furthermore, as known to both of you, we fought for ten years and need time to adapt to a peaceful life to avoid excessive conflict with the locals.

So my suggestion is, perhaps we can settle our kinsmen in the villages surrounding Crimson Castle.

For example, the Morlan village I mentioned before, where there is a medium-sized ghoul nest being sealed off. These are sins committed by our fallen fellows. We should take up the responsibility of dealing with this crisis for this land.

Moreover, the village is located near the commercial route of Transylvania. After proper maintenance, it can accommodate at least 300 people. If expanded, it can even house all our kin.

Most importantly, there is a large woodland near Morlan village, where we stayed once before. The natural psychic power there is more abundant than that of Crimson Castle.

This will be more beneficial for the recovery of our kinsmen.

Ultimately, Morlan village is just a day’s journey from Crimson Castle, making it convenient to commute."

"That’s indeed a good idea!"

Old Eugene nodded and said:

"But would the vampire lord agree?"

"Lord Morphy wouldn’t mind. Like I said, he is a truly peculiar vampire... If not for his Midnight Blessing appearance, I would believe he’s a shrewd human."