My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 59 - 21

59: 21.

If nothing goes wrong, then something is about to go wrong_2

59: 21.

If nothing goes wrong, then something is about to go wrong_2

Seeing Murphy approaching, Wumeioge, who was clutching a red wild fruit, immediately stood up and reported:

“Sir Morphy, we have completed the layout of the position.

You can leave the rest to the Blood Servants.

We have also synchronized the time.

Please perform the summoning at dusk and at eight o’clock tomorrow afternoon.

Your warriors will fight for you and the grand plan at that time.”

“You’ve worked hard, my warriors.”

Murphy nodded and said to the young players:

“I am still short of some materials and I can’t maintain the summoning effect for a long period of time so you can stay in this world for long.

But don’t worry, I have already got the news of those materials.

Maybe soon you can get out of the dilemma of having to passively wait for the summon.”

Murphy casually drew a circle with his hand and sat with the young players.

This action made the players feel a bit restrained, after all, the NPCs certainly couldn’t understand what they were talking about.

But a few minutes later, as Wumeioge had finished his fruit and bragged about his previous shop visit, which made a group of old men burst into laughter, Murphy suddenly asked:

“What does ‘Foot wash, store visiting’ mean?

Is it some kind of custom in your world?”

“!!!”

The little players who were laughing had their eyes wide open and looked stunned.

Damn, this NPC is too smart, isn’t it?

Not only could it understand, but it could also ask back?

But how can anyone answer such an awkward question?

Seeing the uncomfortable expressions on the faces of the young players, Murphy laughed in his heart but still maintained the due seriousness of an NPC.

He revealed a slight smile and softly said:

“Looking at your expressions, I can vaguely guess the answer.

The things that can make men who are usually at odds laugh so happily are few and far between.

In fact, there are similar facilities in Cardman City, ranging from low-end to high-end.

If you can afford the price and are relatively lucky, some unrestrained vampire dancers don’t mind spending the night with you.

Of course, you might have to pay a little more ‘price’ for it.

If we ever have an opportunity in the future…”

“We must go and broaden our horizons, and write a grand work like ‘Another World’s Etiquette Girl Guide’.”

Wumeioge smiled, threw the fruit core to the side, and rubbed his belly with a slight change of expression, saying:

“I feel a little sick in my stomach.

Where’s the toilet?”

“Around you, there are toilets everywhere, find a place and you can solve it yourself.

Or do I have to craft a toilet bowl for you?”

Muddy vehicle snorted and saw Wumeioge getting up and rushing out with his hand on his stomach.

He asked in a strange tone:

“Does this game come with excretion functions too?”

“Although I don’t understand what you guys always mention as ‘game’, I can confirm that your physical body in this world is a physical projection composed of spiritual energy, just like other summoned beings from another world.”

Murphy glanced at the fruit core next to him and explained in a prolonged voice:

“The free spiritual energy simulates the entity in a full mimicry manner, enabling you guys to feel pain and possess complete five senses, and naturally, you will be susceptible to certain diseases.

Just now I wanted to mention that this kind of fruit that Sir Wumeioge picked up, I believe it seems to cause severe diarrhea after eating.”

He glanced at the shocked young players and softly said:

“So, remember not to eat the stuff you pick up in the wild before you have certain survival skills.

Diarrhea is just the easiest situation to handle.

My warriors, it’s time for you to return to your world, otherwise my poor warrior, Meow King, is going to suffer more from gastrointestinal diseases and pains.

Have a good rest and get ready.

In the name of victory, we will meet again on the battlefield tomorrow night.”

—

After a night of hard work, as the sun shone the next day, Murphy was still in the forest, urging the Blood Servants to complete the last bit of their work.

Because of the potential of facing cavalry, Murphy also asked the Blood Servants to dig some pitfalls for horses, which greatly increased the workload of the Blood Servants, causing them to detest Murphy, who was an outlier of the family even more.

However, Lady Adel, who had at least E size breasts, didn’t have another confrontation with Murphy today.

It must have been at Phemys’ behest, as she even came to the woods to personally oversee the Blood Servants’ work, and she even took the initiative to say hello to Murphy and make idle small talk.

This was exactly what Murphy wanted.

When the hottest part of the afternoon came while they were busy in the woods, under Maxim’s escort just like yesterday, Milian carefully climbed back into the carriage where the witch hunter captives were kept.

Natalie and the other three witch hunters were in a much more pitiful state today than yesterday.

Apparently, they had undergone another round of interrogation last night.

After the female hunter was awakened by Milian, she saw the red-haired Blood Servant take a cylindrical object from her blouse and hand it to her.

The female hunter knew this gadget all too well.

She had been subdued by this inconspicuous gadget in Morlan village, but she then shook her head, motioning with her mouth to the badly mangled old soldier on the other side of the carriage.

Suggesting Milian should give him one too.

With two Vampire interrogators guarding them, with her current injury she wouldn’t possibly succeed in attacking both at the same time.

Milian pursed her lips, reluctantly pulling out her last potent anaesthetic.

This was something her mentor had given her for self-defence when she took a break from Shaldo university.

Each one was a masterpiece of a half-body engineering master.

If it weren’t for her good grades, bright future, and being smart able to handle things, her mentor wouldn’t have gifted it to her.

There were only two, each could be used three times, and it was originally intended to deal with the “local specialty” Vampires of Transylvania, but they ended up all being used on witch hunters.

How unfortunate!

But thinking of the current situation and Murphy’s promise, Milian still gritted her teeth, climbed over, and put the last anaesthetic into the hands of the old soldier named Norman.

This guy was far worse off than Natalie.

There was hardly a piece of good flesh on his upper body, his throat had been cut and stitched up, and it seemed that a bone had been removed from his chest, which made the Vampires’ perversion and madness evident.

The sight made Milian’s eyes tremble.

She knew that if she fell into the hands of a vampire, she would probably meet the same fate.

By comparison, Murphy seemed to be a remarkably gentle vampire.

Well, perhaps that’s why he is despised by his brethren?

Because he is not evil enough, not gloomy enough, not cunning enough, not enough of a vampire?

Milian thought to herself and then loosened the bonds on the two captives a little to ensure that they were as successful as possible in their ambush at night.

After doing all this, like yesterday, Milian took out paper and pen, wrote the action plan that Murphy had learned from Miss Phemys and placed it in front of Natalie to read.

“Vampires are lying in wait on the edge of the Polluted Swamp.

You will be left at the entrance to the swamp.

Make a fuss to attract the attention of the convoy.

We will place two barrels of oil outside the carriage in advance.”

After writing, Milian left quickly after confirming that Natalie understood the message with her eyes.

The red-haired girl’s heart was pounding.

She understood that all of this was about to reach a decisive conclusion.

“Give me a weapon!”

She said to Maxim, who was escorting her to the forest.

The loyal Blood Servant looked at Milian in surprise and said,

“Sir Morphy commanded me to protect you; you are not skilled in combat.”

“I’m not about to put my life in the hands of a Vampire devotee who can’t do basic arithmetic without counting on his fingers.”

Milian wrapped herself tightly in her crimson cape, whispering,

“I’m not asking for a weapon to harm anyone.

If you and your master Murphy fail, I can at least choose to end my own life, rather than fall into an even more desolate situation.”

“You should have some faith in us.”

Maxim took off his own Dwarf Hunter Gun, which he had kept, and handed it to Milian, saying,

“You should have confidence in Sir Morphy.

He is a wise man who has emerged from the shadows and is about to write his own legend.”

Milian looked at Maxim like he was an idiot, she said with a smirk,

“Forget all this legend stuff.

Let’s just survive first.

If he ever really becomes a legend, I’ll write a book about him personally, alright?

Ah, the chance to fight for survival with a vampire, my arrogant and incompetent classmates would never believe this if I told them.

Who could believe it!”