My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 684 - 234.Internal contradictions and external interference have always been two concepts! [Requesting monthly ticket 9/10]_2

Chapter 684: 234.Internal contradictions and external interference have always been two concepts! [Requesting monthly ticket 9/10]_2

"This..."

Phemys was not annoyed either.

Everything that had happened in Westerburg gave the colonel standing before her enough reason to be angry and refuse communication. Fortunately, her mission was to find the Xico Wing Cavalry, and she had already accomplished this.

The troubles that followed would not be hers to deal with, she would leave that to Murphy.

"I’ll have someone else to talk with you. I’m not very good at persuading."

The young lady quite easily tossed a Calculating Pearl over, then spread her wings and ascended to a position slightly above the knight, politely taking her leave with a bow.

In just a few minutes, all the Vulture Vampires were gone.

Without a trace of remorse.

This sort of attitude was baffling not only to the Valande Knight, but his subordinates as well.

Huh?

Had these midnight rats from the Blood Vulture Clan turned a new leaf?

Since when did they give up so easily on what they desired?

The Vulture Knight didn’t immediately mount his horse to leave. Instead, he stood in the woodland sheltered by his ancestors, feeling the wind sweeping from Ice Bay through the woodland as dawn approached. The mixture of cold in the wind soothed his heart, and the call of the distant mountains from the Saxon Region that he could never return to still lingered on in his heart.

The history behind these people was complicated and couldn’t be explained in a few words.

But one thing was certain: their homeland was far more than just the Count Cico’s territory in northern Transylvania.

Valande held the Calculating Pearl in his hand; though Transylvania was isolated, he was once a nobleman of this vast land, and was naturally aware of these inventions by the Half-body Men.

The bear-like man took out a snuff bottle and sniffed it harshly under his nostrils. After allowing his beard to be tinged with a hint of grey yellow, the sturdy knight made up his mind.

He activated the Calculating Pearl.

Shortly afterward, a communication request vibrated in his hand.

"Hello, my friend on the other side."

The gentle voice of Murphy sounded through the Calculating Pearl, resonating with the spiritual energy piercing through the space, "A brief introduction: my name is Murphy. I am the Governor of Transylvania recognized by the Golden Flower Kingdom, Nordtoff Kingdom, and Blood Vulture Clan. Also, I am the Earl Cardman of the Vulture Clan. I am a vampire, and the Phemys you must have scolded just now is my comrade."

Your anger is misplaced.

But that’s not the point.

"I need to take a little bit of your time to discuss two things. Don’t worry, it won’t take more than five minutes."

"You don’t sound like a vampire."

The Vulture Knight sarcastically responded,

"You sound more like a pussy hiding somewhere far away! Do you even dare to meet us face to face?"

"Um, provocation! A very useful negotiation method, but you clearly haven’t mastered the essence of it. You need to put forward your views and demands first, then use various methods to achieve them."

Murphy wasn’t provoked at all, he went on,

"A real decision-maker shouldn’t be this radish, and you guys have been in a stalemate with the Exploration Corps in the woodland for two whole years. It requires more than just strength to achieve that, it needs wisdom. So, I can make a judicious conclusion: you’re probably not the leader of the last Wing Cavalry."

"Or to put it another way, you’re just the military commander.

Alright, I understand now.

Please relay what I’m about to say to your Lord, Knight!

This is important for both you and us.

You should not have the authority to deny the proposal of another lord on behalf of your lord, so please pay attention to what I’m about to say."

The vampire rapped his desk on the other end, his voice becoming grave,

"First, the Black Disaster is coming, it won’t be more than five and a half months! This has been confirmed by the Blood Covenant Knight Order. If you guys still have observation windows towards the outside world, you should have noticed that both the Golden Flower Kingdom and the Northerners from Nordtoff have begun preparations."

Such large-scale movements can’t be faked.

The Posya Confederation was founded owing to the Black Disaster, everyone living on this land has an ancient and sacred responsibility towards the Black Disaster! I don’t care how you see my new regime, and neither do I care about your opinion of my claim of ruling the entire Transylvania."

I just want to tell you this!

You’re defending your homeland and the woodlands, but if you don’t act quickly, you will soon have no homeland to protect.

That’s what I have to say.

Also, I’m currently on a campaign to eliminate the local Wolf People bandits in my territory. The next step is to overthrow the emerging Wolf People warlord Kenbort in the Andma Hills.

If you guys are interested, I’m very pleased to invite the powerful Wing Cavalry to join me on the battlefield, to fulfill our ancient mission."

In response to this, Vulture Knight didn’t utter a word. But the burly, rugged woman knight beside him, who was just a head shorter, had taken out her notebook and was jotting down this important news.

As for why Vulture Knight himself didn’t take notes...

It wasn’t because of his pride, but because... he was illiterate.

Right, who demanded that powerful knights must be both warrior and scholar? They must be able to write poetry on a whim to be worthy of being called a knight?

To both mountain people and barbarians, the major commonality between the two races was their indifference towards writing and learning. They didn’t see them as essential aspects of life. Furthermore, they possessed an extraordinary strength to ensure that they could stick by their life choice to the end.