My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 833 - 284. Ding! The new Occupation System development is complete.

Chapter 833: 284. Ding! The new Occupation System development is complete.

"Everyone, please leave the room. I need to have a private conversation with Count Ellen," Murphy said, steadying his heart and freeing his thoughts from that "terrible" bug of a mentality. Following this, he waved his hand, issuing the command with a haggard expression.

All but Cui Si obediently exited the room.

Cui Si did not move, and Murphy had not asked her to. In his heart, she was always the "exception," a fact well understood by both the Blood Vulture Duke and Count Cadman.

As the door closed behind Miss Phemis, the spiritual energy room, still tainted with a hint of decay, quieted down.

Murphy sat weakly in his chair, and Cui Si brought him a fresh cup of blood, which Little Ellen observed throughout the process.

Especially when she saw Murphy drinking deeply from the blood, she couldn’t help but swallow hard.

"Not offering you any is meant for you to first get accustomed to your current situation," Cui Si glanced at her, as if sensing Little Sheron’s craving, and reminded her,

"The most difficult hurdle for new vampires to overcome is restraining their endless thirst for blood. If you cannot control this urge, you will quickly fall into what others call a ’monster’. For vampires, the craving for blood is never-ending.

Should you indulge yourself, your mind will soon be manipulated by that dark addiction, transforming you into a living corpse, existing solely to feed.

Such individuals are not uncommon within the Blood race; some who cause too much trouble may even be dealt with by assassins sent by their family to remove this ’shame’.

Resisting this addiction is both the first and everlasting challenge of eternal life for a vampire—this dark, nocturnal longing will follow you for a lifetime.

Only in eternal silence will you find release.

Do you understand what I mean?"

"Mhm, mhm," Little Sheron nodded vigorously.

She wasn’t a delicate young lady living in a bubble; two years of hardship had matured her well beyond her peers, teaching her to use her intelligence wisely.

The last of the Winged Cavalry could hold their ground against the Exploration Corps in the forests for two years not only because of the Valande Knights’ bravery but also because of Ellen’s critical intellectual support.

Such a life would have surely studied the pros and cons of the Blood race thoroughly before deciding to accept the Midnight Blessing.

"Your arms and legs will heal in a few days, but the new limbs will be fragile, so you might need some time to re-adapt," Murphy set down his cup and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. He continued to his "descendant," who had formed a contract with him and been granted freedom,

"Your wings might take shape in a few hours. Through the transfer of our shared blood, I have bestowed upon you three new abilities.

You will have wings larger and stronger than those of an ordinary vampire, the ability to summon Star Realm Wolves, and command flocks of Tell-Tale Crows to serve you.

You must study and learn to use these gifts from the midnight blessing conscientiously.

I’m a very easygoing person.

But that doesn’t mean I will allow my offspring to stray from their path.

Although our blood pact has been severed, I can still feel your presence, and if one day, the warnings in the blood reveal to me that you have indulged and turned into a monster, then..."

"There’s no need for your reprimand; I would end my cursed life with my own hands," Little Sheron, sitting on the stone bench, feeling her rejuvenating arms and legs, solemnly replied, her eyes—splashed with a hint of crimson—serious,

"I sought refuge in the night for survival, already going against the traditions of the Xikemeier Family. I won’t allow myself to slip further into the depths of night.

Though this might largely be a political transaction, I still wish to express my immense gratitude to you for granting a wretch lingering at death’s doorway a true rebirth.

I had thought...

I could never stand up on my own again."

Her voice was filled with more melancholy and sighs than one would expect from someone her age. She reached out to the mechanical limbs lying beside her—the creations of her own hands—as a smile creeped onto her now healthy but slightly off-hued pale face. She planned to keep these as mementos.

Just then, Murphy suddenly coughed.

He said,

"Would you leave your mechanical limbs with me as a keepsake?"

"Ah?" Little Count Ellen widened her eyes, explaining,

"I made them myself. Since it was difficult to find suitable materials in the woods, they’re quite rough. If you like such Steam Engineering artifacts, then once I find better materials, I can..."

"No, no, no, the roughness combined with precision is just right," Murphy smiled and said,

"My warriors will be ecstatic at their arrival. Hmm, actually, I think it shouldn’t be me showing them the wonders of Steam Engineering.

It should be you!

So, Little Count Ellen, considering our political transaction is complete and you’re going to reside at Crimson Castle for a long time, may I invite you to take the position of ’Steam Engineering Instructor’ at Crimson Castle?"

Ellen’s eyes were filled with deep confusion.