My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 861 - 293. Just like that, he even thanked us_2

Chapter 861: 293. Just like that, he even thanked us_2

You have already given them two chances, but they still don’t cherish them.

Therefore, if Nordtoff Kingdom questions us through diplomatic channels, we can respond very appropriately,"

the history professor said eloquently:

"Violence is indeed an extremely effective tool for rule, but if the meaning of punishment can be well utilized, then your reign will surely be more stable."

"Have you learned it?"

Murphy glanced at Milian, who was seriously listening with her chin propped on her hand and still taking notes, and asked. The Crimson Regent rolled her eyes and said:

"Of course, I’ve always been learning from Professor Malcolm. This system can also be used for captives from the Golden Flower Kingdom and those so-called ’supporters’.

Why don’t you promote Professor Malcolm to Governor? I really feel there are still good things I haven’t grasped the essence of."

"This method isn’t originally from me."

The middle-aged professor laughed, patting his notebook and said:

"This is the experience I got after talking with several camp supervisors, who said it came from a management model called ’concentration camps’.

I simply took the essence and discarded the dross, after all, making soap out of humans is too heretical, and easily leads to being tied to the stake if heard by Witch Hunters."

"I knew they could always come up with such ruthless activities."

Murphy pursed his lips and commented to himself.

This was the main reason he dared not give the administrative decision-making power to the junior players so far.

Just listen to the lousy ideas they come up with; if those three old guys really managed a concentration camp, it probably wouldn’t take a month before gas chambers and soap factories were being built.

The moral baseline of the junior players was too abstract, and Murphy really didn’t dare to gamble on it.

He feared that in a few years, "Jackal People Canned Meat" made in Transylvania would sweep the Continent, and by then he would be branded as the "Cannibal King," especially since vampires already didn’t have a good reputation in this world.

After discussing these matters with Professor Malcolm and Milian, Murphy left the administrative office. He planned to head back to Blood Eagle Corridor to prepare the rewards to be distributed to the players.

The disgraceful defeat of the Jackal People in Andma Hills had become a hot topic in Transylvania lately, and the escaping Jackals spread the emotion of Fear everywhere. Even the Jackal clans far away in Count Cico’s territory began to flee at the sight of them.

The one who ran the furthest had already crossed the border into Ice Bay and the Kakhovka Plains.

Based on the intelligence that Reveno constantly gathered by flying over the entire area of Transylvania, Murphy’s "Jackal Plague" event was expected to end within a week, as the number of Jackals in his territory was decreasing at a visible rate.

This made Murphy marvel at the Jackal People’s peculiar nature.

Their intelligence allowed them to understand failure and Fear, and to imagine the mad slaughter awaiting them, yet their intellect failed to offer them any second choice beyond "running away," coupled with their low level of social organization, all they could do was scatter in panic.

This was a good thing.

The collapsing Jackals were always howling something vague like "The murderous vampire Murphy is coming to kill," which was enough to spread Murphy’s reputation effectively and quickly beyond Transylvania.

"Another huge pile of gear and rewards to give out, who can withstand this endless outflow of resources?"

Murphy glanced at his personal score pool and team score pool on the character interface. Since Elite Monsters killed in the raid on Kenbort camp also earned points, the personal leaderboard’s top ten each had the insane scores of several thousand points.

Brother Cat, ranking first, and Sister Pomegranate, ranking second, together had more than fifteen thousand points. Considering that an Elite Jackal Man or Gnoll was worth ten points, these two had already covered their hands with the blood of the Jackals.

To call them "Blood-Handed Wolf Slaughters" was not an exaggeration.

The army of Happy Stick also made its mark, as the 30-person team racked up a team score of one hundred and twenty thousand points. The Jackals they hunted, if laid end to end, could probably circle Count Cadman’s Domain once or twice.

"The score pool model really is a great thing!

As long as I can provide enough rewards, the players’ enthusiasm can be ignited limitlessly, truly an effective way of directing the players."

Murphy reflected to himself:

"Such a useful model must be promoted. The next stage is to increase the population in the territory as quickly as possible. Why not start another score pool? One point for every refugee found?

No, no, no, they would definitely give me a task with a hundred thousand points like that.

Yeah, one point for every five refugees."

The Vampire Lord caressed his chin as he confirmed the next plan. He went down to the clan warehouse beneath the Corridor, checked the current state of stored equipment, then came to a shocking conclusion!

If two more such events were held, his pool of equipment resources would be drained empty! Moreover, considering the consumption of new players who were about to enter the game soon, Murphy would soon have no physical rewards to give them.

Damn!

To hire players to work without rewards? Isn’t that like going down the road to ruin?

No, that wouldn’t do!

He had to quickly find a way to balance income and expenditure!