My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 562 - 194. The great Mason Brothers’ Association was established today! Milian, you better not owe us wages! _1

Chapter 562: 194. The great Mason Brothers’ Association was established today! Milian, you better not owe us wages! _1

Although Murphy had reassuringly told Dust Beater not to feel any psychological pressure, after the children who had been touring the Blood Eagle Corridor with Madam Jules returned to the camp feeling fully satisfied, the pressure on this young civil engineer seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

He kept telling himself that these were just NPCs weaved out of code sequences and he was just carrying out a vocational task. Even if he failed, there wouldn’t be any significant repercussions.

But while it’s easy to fool others, it’s much harder to fool himself.

This was especially true for Dust Beater, whose nature was rather responsible and sensitive.

The idea that his plan might cause casualties in the impending rebuilding of the Crimson Castle during winter twisted his heart into knots.

So, when he returned to his tent office, he was mentally drained under the pressure.

This change was quickly noticed by the assistant who brought him a cup of tea.

The assistants assigned to Dust Beater were a pair of sisters. Born into a merchant family within a city, they should have lived a life of comfort and luxury, yet the disaster of the Star Realm ruined it all. Their luck lies in the fact that their mother survived.

Indeed, these sisters were the daughters of Madame Blanche Paleen Feido, who was appointed the logistics commander of Earl Cardman’s territory.

They inherited their mother’s keen business acumen, and their mother was more than happy to see her daughters bond with the warriors under the Earl’s command.

Whether or not this was yet another shrewd investment by the businesswoman was hard to say.

However, after several days of interaction, the Paleen sisters discovered that Dust Beater was not as crude as the rumored Mountain Tribe folk. In fact, he was more gentlemanly and tender-hearted than most men.

"Sir, do you have something troubling you?"

Miss Paleen walked slowly behind Dust Beater, skillfully massaging his shoulders while she asked in a soft voice.

Due to the installation of a telepathic microphone plugin on the calculating pearl, Dust Beater could hear the low whispers of the assistant. Groaning, he covered his eyes with his hands and said:

"I received a new task from Sir Murphy, well, he did not chastise my design severely... cough cough, as disgraceful as I had imagined.

He corrected my misguided thoughts, nevertheless, even with the revised thought process, the design and planning I ought to carry out are still incredibly difficult.

I have never had the slightest understanding of such large-scale construction before.

Alas, one doesn’t realize the lack of books when you need them."

"You said the same thing when you were planning for the camp."

Miss Paleen giggled behind her hand. Leaning down to whisper encouragement in Dust Beater’s ear, she said:

"You always seem to lack confidence in yourself, but the whole camp knows you are a knowledgeable and talented individual. Our comfortable spacious tents are due to your intelligence and innovation. Everyone has started calling these traveling tents as ’Grey Tents’, in honor of your contributions.

You’re already better than most people I’ve seen in my twenty-plus years of life.

You should be full of confidence in yourself."

"I am nothing."

The soft whispered encouragement from the blonde girl blushed Dust Beater’s cheeks.

In particular, the aroma of soapnuts from Miss Paleen’s hair and the softness of the girl’s chest resting on his shoulder startled him into sitting up straight.

It wasn’t that he was resisting such intimate contact, just that the innocent young man didn’t know how to handle such a situation.

He gestured with his hands and said:

"Where we come from... cough cough, I mean, in our unique Mountain Tribe, there are far too many people who are far superior to me.

Look at my companions.

They are brave and good at fighting, daring to unsheath their weapons against the Black Iron Rank’s elite enemies, but I am too weak, I can’t even lift a heavy shield..."

This wasn’t Dust Beater just throwing self-pity.

His meagre 2 points of Strength meant he really found it tough to face head-on combat. However, there’s something unusual about this guy among minor players.

Among other balanced attributes, Dust Beater had a high Charm of 7!

What does that mean?

Probably equating to having the intelligence and martial abilities of three and a half Murphys.

Naturally, Charm in this game does not simply mean good looks. It’s a combination of various qualities, including temperament, deportment, clear expression, and a great first impression, etc.

Anyway, Dust Beater being respected by all the survivors in the camp was not only because he genuinely contributed. The role that his 7 points of Charm played in this should be self-evident.

"You shouldn’t compare yourself with your warrior companions, sir. Your strength lies elsewhere, just like the duty Sir Murphy entrusted you with. I’m sure your other companions wouldn’t be able to undertake it.

But you can."

The gentle Miss Paleen patiently encouraged him:

"You’re just lacking a little courage and self-confidence. But I think this is a gift of humility. Even my mother has never seen someone as exceptional yet humble as you."

"My, I didn’t know you were so good at compliments when we couldn’t talk before."

Dust Beater was a little embarrassed by all the praise.

He waved his hands in denial, just as the curtains of the tent were parted. The younger of the two Paleen sisters, a lively girl four years younger than her sister, rushed in cheerfully holding a box.

With her short hair bouncing, the younger Miss Paleen excitedly placed the box on the table in front of Dust Beater like a treasure.