My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 852 - 290. Affirmation from Winter Fox_2

Chapter 852: 290. Affirmation from Winter Fox_2

However, before he had finished his drawing, he saw a purse being tossed onto the counter.

Loyal Brother looked up and saw a new customer had arrived, but it wasn’t a player; it was an NPC.

Count Bai of White Mountain, Andrei!

This melancholic Beilao poet was playing with a well-crafted hunting gun with a bayonet, and as a rich man who wasn’t short on money, he ordered 100 of them in one go.

Without even asking the price.

But this also piqued Loyal Brother’s curiosity. While recording the order requirements, he asked,

"Sir Andrei, you and your followers are excellent Midnight Assassins, and firearms, which are noisy and inconvenient to carry, do not suit you well. Why do you order so many weapons?"

"For the Blood Servants in my faction to use."

Count Bai’s response came calmly,

"A new batch of Blood Servants will soon arrive in Transylvania. They will participate in the coming strife of this land in the name of the White Mountain Faction and will dedicate everything to their country and honor under the Black Disaster.

As their leader, naturally, I must equip my Servants with the best weapons."

"Ah, I see!"

Loyal Brother nodded, then with a flicker in his eyes, he inquired,

"Then, would you be interested in purchasing ’disability insurance’ for your Servants? I mean, while Vampires need not worry about missing an arm or leg, being able to heal under the midnight moon, human Blood Servants cannot resist these potential risks. And my tutor, Count Ellen, is an expert in this field.

Look!"

He then displayed his own mechanical arms, moving them to demonstrate their function, and smoothly said to Count Andrei, who showed a curious expression,

"With just a set of mechanical arms or legs, you can send your disabled Servants back to the battlefield to slay your enemies for you until their mortal bodies can no longer sustain more battle; then they may receive the embrace of midnight.

I guess you, as an excellent ruler selecting Servants, would certainly value both Talent and Loyalty, allowing those with talent to display their loyalty in battle, and ultimately receive affirmation from their master and the blessing of midnight as a reward for loyalty.

Such a beautiful thing!

Only a simple disability insurance policy!

Yes, just a little bit of money, and your Servants can enjoy assistance from Count Ellen, ensured by her status as the Lord of the Westerly Territory, and the honor of the Xikemeier Family. We guarantee they can continue to fight for you as long as they have breath left to honorably mark the end of their time as humans, in turn forging a mighty vampiric bloodline ..."

"Oh, this..."

Loyal Brother’s pitch flabbergasted Count Andrei. He seemed interested in Loyal Brother’s mechanical arm but then asked in a lowered voice,

"Isn’t that a bit inhumane? Requiring them to fight to the very end before they can receive the midnight blessing..."

"But a reward that is too easily obtained is one that nobody will treasure."

Loyal Brother shrugged and said,

"You can certainly benevolently bestow upon those Blood Servants who haven’t been through any trials the glory of midnight and expect them not to be disappointingly underhanded.

Or, you could understand their Loyalty more fully and weed out the disloyal before granting them what they deserve.

It’s all up to you.

But I think you should learn from Sir Morphy and the Grand Duke of Cui Si; the Blood Vulture clan only acknowledges Black Iron Rank warriors as fresh blood.

This may sound harsh, but it really does ensure that there are no weaklings among the new members of the Blood Vulture Clan."

Count Bai fell into silence.

After several seconds of contemplation, he asked,

"Then, how much did you say that ’disability insurance’ costs?"

"It’s cheap, very affordable, Your Excellency."

Seeing that he was about to close a significant deal, Loyal Brother excitedly rubbed his hands, making his mechanical arms sound with a ringing tone as they clashed against each other. He said,

"It’s only 300 Gold Coins for a person to enroll, and then 50 Gold Coins every month afterward. Count Ellen promises, with her status as the Lord of Westerly Territory and the glory of the Xikemeier Family, that she will take full responsibility for every insured individual."

"Hmm, considering the value of human life, that really is quite cheap. Then, let’s start with 100 policies."

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Andrei returned to his room in the Blood Eagle Corridor,

still feeling a vague unease in his heart. This unease stemmed from the "disability insurance" he had just signed up for with Loyal Brother.

He knew that by signing up for it, the batch of Blood Servants soon to join his faction would be subjected to quite terrible treatment. The emergence of mechanical prosthetics meant they would become true machines of war until their worn-out bodies could no longer endure any more hardships.

Count Bai felt he had just committed a real "Sin."

"Good, you have indeed grown."

While Count Andrei was troubled by a sense of guilt, a familiar voice echoed from the shadows of his room, causing the Earl to instinctively grip the hilt of his Grey Claw walking sword at his waist, but then he relaxed.

Duchess Xiani of the Thorn Clan emerged from the shadows.

Her beautiful and gentle face displayed rare approval, her golden braids hanging low behind her. Approaching her great-great-grandson, she nodded with satisfaction and said,

"Just now, you made the right decision.

I am pleased to see that you have finally understood the distinction between ’loyalty’ and ’duty,’ and as a ruler, you have wisely seen the true worth of your followers."