My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 522 - 180. Wumeioge finally found out the reason for his doom, it turns out it was all Avalon’s mischief! _2

Chapter 522: 180. Wumeioge finally found out the reason for his doom, it turns out it was all Avalon’s mischief! _2

Natalie replied:

"However, Morlan village is the fiefdom of Lady Milian, the Baroness of Morlan, so we may still need to get the Baroness’s permission and official documents. I’ll handle this.

I have some connections with her.

Then comes the second matter, about the ’Adventurer’s Guild’...

Don’t make that face, Master Eugene. I know you are reluctant to give up the name of the White Oak Battle Group that has been passed down for three centuries, but now we must make changes.

Lord Morphy meant that he hoped to see the Adventurer’s Guild put into operation as soon as possible, preferably being established tomorrow. He seems to hope that we take the initiative to complete some kind of liaison and coordination with his warriors.

I thought about it on the way here.

I decided to pull out some disabled old soldiers who can no longer go to the battlefield to become trainers of various professions, assisting Morphy’s warriors in mastering their strength and skills, and imparting to them combat experiences."

Natalie articulated her thoughts and spoke earnestly to the two witch-hunter masters:

"Additionally, we need to actively recruit some intellectually active young people to rebuild Crimson Castle. If possible, they should strive to serve in grassroots management roles and finally, find some eloquent compatriots to become our ’Quartermasters’.

Morphy has agreed that we can sell the calculating pearl accessories, which were originally intended as gifts for the lord, to his warriors at a reasonable price.

This will become an important source of funds for our church construction.

Lastly, the most important point is that we no longer need to engage in large-scale battles, so the Demon-hunting war horses that we have trained have become a resource that can be used.

I plan to sell 500 of our 800 war horses to the official of Crimson Castle, retaining only 300 for ourselves, which is enough to maintain a small but elite cavalry."

"That’s a good idea!"

Old Lady Marianne very much agreed, saying:

"We can allocate horse trainers specifically responsible for the training of the demon-hunting war horses. After the collapse of Avalon Church, we are the only ones who still have the tradition of training demon-hunting war horses.

This may well be the real enabling factor for our compatriots to settle down in Transylvania. I observed before that both the Andma Hills and the Count Cico’s territory near the Ice Bay Area have vast flat pastures.

Those can be used to establish horse farms."

"I feel like we’re discussing selling ourselves!"

Old Eugene grimaced.

Apparently, he didn’t like what Natalie was discussing now - things that were too "pragmatic" for the believers, but he was an old man who had gone through ups and downs, and old people are always filled with wisdom.

While he didn’t like it, he knew that it was absolutely necessary. After grumbling a few times, he got up and found a piece of wood, then took up an ax and carpenter’s tools, and quickly made a noticeable sign for the Adventurer’s Guild.

However, out of nostalgia for the old days, this stubborn old man still insisted on making this sign exactly the same as the sign at the headquarters of the White Oak Battle Group on Gramo Island.

This made Natalie and Old Lady Marianne shake their heads helplessly, but everyone else has a choice to remember the past, so let him be.

The next morning, while the sleep mode was about to end, forcing them to log out, Wumeioge, along with his four bodyguards and cousin, came to this area of ​​the city again. He knew that there were two witch hunter masters from the White Oak Battle Group here before, but the cranky old man was not easy to deal with.

Wumeioge was here to try his luck to see if he could get the chance to advance his profession.

As a result, the six of them strolled around the streets and saw a large marching tent already standing among the clean ruins.

There was also a conspicuous sign in front of it.

"Adventurer’s Guild? Damn! Such a classic different world adventure organization finally appeared! Just as expected."

Brother Black Silk shouted excitedly.

Just as he was about to go forward and check it out, a grey shadow suddenly flew down like lightning, startling him.

Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a small, cute, fierce and proud falcon, similar to the peregrines in the real world, but its claws were clearly sharper, and its beak was a little prettier.

"Isn’t this Lady Natalie’s pet?"

Succubus Old Qu recognized this distinctive falcon at a glance.

As a hunter, he dreamed of having a similarly vivacious bird partner as an assistant.

Previously, Wumeioge had persuaded him to choose the old church’s professional system by enticing him with this, while above the tent in the distance, there was an even larger and more fierce horned eagle. That guy’s sharp claws were even fitted with exquisite oak claw covers.

That was Old Eugene’s hunting companion "Tempest".

Old Lady Marianne also had an exquisite falcon, but unfortunately, it was lost during a dangerous reconnaissance in the Ten-Year War. Marianne was very upset and has not trained a similar partner since then.

"Warriors, under the call of my god, you have finally come to this holy ground."

Busy in the tent, Natalie came out when she heard the sound. Seeing the six players, who were all members of the Avalon church, she immediately showed a smile.

The Grey-Haired Demon Hunting Princess waved at them.

As soon as these six guys entered the cathedral area, they immediately felt the "Power of Nature". In this area, their perception was greatly enhanced, while the envelopment and protection of natural breath also soothed their hearts greatly.