My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 46 - 16

46: 16.

If there is a return from hard work, then I’ll ace it_3

46: 16.

If there is a return from hard work, then I’ll ace it_3

As for those flashy bat wings…

They symbolize the Blood Vulture Clan!

Each of the seven vampire clans possesses its own unique power.

Although other vampires have delicate and small wings that seem more like ornaments, to the haughty Blood Vultures, these are at best used for gliding or fluttering hopelessly.

Only the sufficiently broad and powerful bat wings of the Blood Vulture Clan can be considered to truly control the sky.

“So cool.”

For a moment, Murphy felt a bit envious.

Although he was also a formal member of the Blood Vulture Clan, his strength was not yet at the level required to form blood wings.

Cui Si had told him about this; forming blood wings only started after achieving the “Black Iron Body”.

Right now, he was just a weak professional, still some distance from entering that domain.

However, he glanced at his character card and the “experience bar” which he had already unlocked.

He hummed to himself, with this thing in hand, it was only a matter of time before he grew awe-inspiring wings.

He climbed into the carriage, intending to sleep until dawn, but as soon as he sat down, he saw Milian walking over and leaning against the back of the carriage.

“You are cunning indeed, deceiving that faithfully loyal Maxim, making him regard you as his master, even willing to risk his life for you.”

Milian whispered:

“Are all vampires as afraid of death as you, Murphy?

That’s not what I read in the books.”

“That’s called wisdom.”

Murphy cast a glance at the cunning lady and said casually:

“Furthermore, I’d recommend that you put on the midnight cloak I gave you earlier.

This is not just a suggestion.”

“Why?”

Milian snorted and said:

“I am not your Blood Servant, I’m only working with you out of my plain hatred towards witch hunters.”

“I can tolerate your disrespect, Milian, because I see your wisdom and cunning shining.”

Murphy pointed to the vampires who were whispering in the darkness and blinked his eyes that glowed red in the night.

He said to Milian:

“But my brethren may not necessarily share my perspective.

You might not know this, but in Cardman City, the popular belief in recent decades is that the blood of clever maidens often tastes more rich and holds greater value for collection.

Why don’t you guess, if they knew you weren’t my Blood Servant, how long would you survive this night?”

Murphy stroked his chin, drawing out his words:

“One hour?

Three hours?

Forget it, I have some faith in you, I bet five hours!

After five hours, you’ll become the ‘midnight snack’ that the vampires use to kill time.

Maybe even some perverted vampires, despised for indulging in ‘livestock’, may take some interest in your youthful appearance.

But that’s a good thing, as that means you have a ‘new master’.

Here’s the deal, I’ll bet you one Gold Coin on this!

Hey Maxim, want to play?”

Upon hearing the voice, the loyal servant twisted his head, grinned, took out a blood-stained Gold Coin from his pocket, and said:

“Sir, of course I’m interested.

I’ve seen a lot of this kind of thing, so I bet this cunning little impudent girl won’t even live past twenty minutes!”

This exchange turned Milian deathly pale.

She wanted to refute Murphy, saying that he was just trying to scare her.

But looking past the carriage into the farther darkness, she could see pairs of scarlet dots shimmering under the moon, the light emitted from the eyes of those vampires when they looked at her.

Each one was filled with cruelty and lust.

Although she had read the “Vampire Secret History” written by the Charles Adventurer Association in the library, and learned about various weird legends about the midnight nobles from her hometown, it is only when she really came into contact with these extraordinary creations of the night did she realise the fear those authors must have experienced when they wrote those cautionary words.

In fact, she knew she came to chat with Murphy out of the blue because she felt the malevolence permeating the night.

She was very clear that under the current circumstances, only Murphy could protect her.

So, under Murphy’s gaze, Milian silently took the midnight cloak from Maxim and wrapped it tightly around herself.

This action caused the malicious eyes in the dark to disappear one after the other.

Although Murphy was a weakling, the Blood Vulture Clan was one of rules!

Until the seniors of the Blood Servants died or abandoned them, other vampires could not reach out casually, otherwise they would be severely punished.

Murphy let out a pleased laugh.

He stretched out his hand and patted the trembling little head before him.

He lean in closer and whispered:

“Now, you’re safe, go to sleep.

They won’t bother you anymore.”