My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 69 - 25
69: 25.
An avatar without a frame doesn’t make a sound when farting _3
69: 25.
An avatar without a frame doesn’t make a sound when farting _3
This stuff could be absorbed again by other vampires, Murphy could have used it to play around with other vampires, but in the next instant, he casually threw this precious Blood Essence to Maxim behind him.
The Blood Servant with albinism was completely stunned.
He had only heard of the awesomeness of Blood Essence, but this was the first time he had actually seen it.
“Fiery loyalty deserves reward, it distinguishes itself from cowardly betrayal.”
Murphy, who had fully recovered to a healthy state, flexed his elbow and said to Maxim:
“After aiding you with your initial embrace, you can absorb it.
This way, you won’t have to repeat my mistakes.
It will make you stronger than any other new vampire from the start.”
“Sir!
This is too valuable, this…”
Maxim wanted to refuse.
But Murphy didn’t give him the chance, he waved his hand to stop his loyal servant from speaking, then turned back and squinted in the direction of Smugglers’ Forest.
He could just walk away right now.
But after thinking about it, he again turned back to his beloved little players and asked very seriously:
“So, my warriors, should we go help the young lady?”
“Damn!
It’s a subplot!”
The little players immediately got it.
They realized that because of their efforts to advance, they had now brought the story to a branching point, which basically equated to a moral choice, their own NPCs would make different decisions based on their choices.
In this situation, if they chose not to help, the Rich Lolita Madam would probably die here.
“Please allow us to discuss it, Sir Murphy.”
Wumeioge spoke up, to which Murphy nodded and said:
“Of course, glory be to you, my warriors, without you there would not be today’s victory, you certainly have the right to enjoy it.
But time is pressing, please make your decision as soon as possible.”
The small players moved to the side and began to discuss heatedly, while Murphy looked at them with a strange expression.
Well then.
These guys are really into it.
Perhaps playing with them and giving them a bit of initiative might enhance their gaming experience.
As for whether the young lady lives or dies, frankly, Murphy really didn’t care that much.
Please!
Her father is the Clan Leader.
The young lady is dressed in silk and jade, does Murphy, a marginal man, need to worry about her?
It’s as absurd and laughable as proletarians sympathizing with capitalists, isn’t it?
Besides, when the young lady threw them and the little players onto the battlefield as cannon fodder, there was no one else to pity them.
But his lovely little players seem to be so excited that they didn’t even consider their own strength at this point.
After all, only Murphy, who had just upgraded his template, could barely fight.
Going over there now would be just watching a cutscene and performing the superficial act of collecting the corpse for the young lady…
“Sir Murphy!
We have made a decision.”
Behind him, Wumeioge, representing the small players, came forward.
He spoke with a decent Ventrue etiquette, giving a slight bow to Murphy and said seriously:
“We should not abandon the young lady, she did help us after all.
So our decision is, we want to help her!”
Such high-sounding words.
But actually, the little players’ thoughts are really simple and it’s not beyond Murphy’s expectations.
They just simply don’t want to miss any subplot worth repeating!
Plus, she is a Rich Lolita, from Blood race.
With elements of the awkward otaku, it’s damn attractive.
Cheeky!
This Dog Planner is really good at this!
