My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 789 - 269. Before the war began, Sir Morphy had already achieved another victory【19/20】_2

Chapter 789: 269. Before the war began, Sir Morphy had already achieved another victory【19/20】_2

"But I can guarantee that, as long as we survive this, many things that previously could only be planned can indeed be carried out."

Milian and Professor Malcolm nodded. They had many questions, but they wisely chose not to voice them at this juncture.

In situations where the wolf people’s army is pressing the border, and in at most half a day will besiege the city, asking various questions now would only invite blame.

And the small group of elite administrators under Sir Morphy is very clever.

After the two left, Morphy also exercised his body, went back to the Blood Eagle Corridor to complete the usual and necessary sword training, and then returned to his office.

The confident Count Cardman, who appeared confident outdoors, now showed a look of despair.

He muttered a complaint as he sat down in his chair, poured himself a glass of wine, unbuttoned the first button on his collar, but before the wine could reach his lips, a familiar voice rose from the shadowy corner of the room:

"Are you already this stressed out? It’s rare that I see you need alcohol to relieve it."

Cui Si, playing with her scepter, came out of the shadows. She was holding a bag of newly made return scrolls. Morphy put down his glass and leaned over the desk to Cui Si and said:

"In truth, I’m not as tense as you would think. Just a bit frustrated that there has been no response from Count Cico. What a shame.

I was hoping to see the legend of the Xico Wing Cavalry in this war.

If we had such a majestic and powerful mobile force, we would definitely have more advantages against the wolf people gang."

"Well, they really did not come, but look at the bright side, at least they didn’t add chaos."

Cui Si tossed the scroll onto the table, took out her exquisite elf wine flask, and sat casually on the edge of the office desk, unscrewed the lid, and took a swig.

Then she paused, looking down, Morphy’s restless hand was on her leg.

"Are you seeking a bit of courage?"

The Duke of Blood Vulture asked in a soft voice, and Morphy replied with eyes closed:

"If you’re willing to give me some."

He traced his fingertips along the smooth and slightly cold skin curve. A few seconds later, he said:

"I have a doubt that has nothing to do with the current situation in Transylvania. I do not think I should be thinking about other things at this moment, but this question haunts my mind.

Cui Si, what on earth do you think Lord Pa Ying is up to?

I understand he asked old Edward for a gift as a symbol of reconciliation, representing that the Lord has given us a bit of shelter with his power so that at least we don’t have to worry about minor threats from the Wolf Poison Clan before the outbreak of Black Disaster.

But why does Lord Pa Ying want to send the Blood Fear Pirates, who have nothing to do with us, to support us?

There isn’t any friendship between the Blood Vulture and Blood Fear clans in the historical records, right?"

"Hmph, you’re overthinking. The Lord simply wants to give the exiles an opportunity to return to the mainland, and the Blood Fear Clan probably has been waiting for this opportunity."

Cui Si leaned over, gently stroking Morphy’s hair.

She whispered:

"Don’t worry, little Morphy, you don’t need to worry about these things. This is an internal affair of the vampires, within my jurisdiction. I will deal with those guys for you...

And if your hand goes any further under my skirt, I’ll hit you.

Be a gentleman, boy!"

"Who just said they would give me some courage? Purporting to play the Goddess of Victory but just making a start, you are a cunning witch, Cui Si."

Morphy gave a sidelong glance, relaxing back in his chair.

He closed his eyes, touched his lips as if waiting for something, Cui Si looked around, smiling helplessly, pecked his cheek gently, but when she tried to pull away, she discovered Morphy’s hand had already encircled her waist.

She was bound by his strength.

"Stay here with me for a while."

Morphy spoke softly, acting pitifully:

"Look, I’m going out to war soon, not knowing whether or not I will return alive, and if you make a slight mistake in your spell three nights from now.

Perhaps I will also be thrown into the Star Realm.

Honestly, Cui Si, I think we’re crazy to hope to win by bombing our own territory. Even if we win, it won’t be much help to our situation.

If we lose, on the other hand, everything we’ve worked so hard to build could disappear in the blink of an eye.

I don’t know if other lords encounter such difficulties when exploiting their territories, but I am sure, they certainly don’t have as much trouble as I do.

Alas, this game is really too hardcore."

"There’s never been a legend casually made, nor an easily established country. You’ve already done well, Morphy."

Cui Si whispered in his ear:

"Do you need more courage, little Morphy? Open your heart, let me hear your thoughts now."

"You would get angry..."

"I won’t, trust me, if I’ve decided to play your goddess of victory, I won’t leave you alone. Be good."

"Okay."

Morphy let down his mental guard, revealing his thoughts to Cui Si.