My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 41 - 15

41: 15.

Apart from fighting monsters, the right way to level up also includes reading_1

41: 15.

Apart from fighting monsters, the right way to level up also includes reading_1

Miss Phemys may be arrogant and indifferent, but she keeps her word.

Less than ten minutes had passed before one of her guards delivered all of Murphy’s needed items.

A Basic Psychic Skill Handbook, along with a swordsmanship manual specifically for vampires.

These were all personal items penned by the young lady during her beginner days.

Clearly, she indeed was the “genius” she claimed to be.

In addition, there was an exquisite little bag containing twenty sets of vampire escorts’ armor, carefully crafted by the best leatherworkers and tailors in Cardman City.

Although these were relatively lightweight standard leather armors, they offered considerable protection.

They were much better than the worn-out armor the vampire hunters used, and most importantly, they had a chic, uniform design that the players would definitely love!

Murphy fully understood their aesthetics.

The weapons needed to be grand and exaggerated, preferably handsome and gleaming.

The armor needed to be cool and revealing, ideally a bikini over a pair of black stockings.

Though he couldn’t yet satisfy the players’ eccentric aesthetic preferences, the armors and weapons at hand, crafted by skilled artisans and including several masterpieces, were more than enough to gear them up.

All these items were a level above the typical escort armor and were obviously preparations Miss Phemys made for her future Blood Servants.

Giving them away without batting an eye fully showcased her rich-girl status.

It seemed that the Clan Leader had a firm grasp on the path of spoiling his daughter richly.

As he compared himself to others, Murphy couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the realization that the total value of the equipment the young lady prepared for her servants could easily buy Cui Si’s broken-down mansion.

The difference in the reliability of their respective elders became stark in that moment.

The unlucky vampire sighed as he cursed his lowly status.

He then fastened the psychic travel bag, filled with armor and weapons, around his waist under the guard’s contemptuous gaze.

“Are you so poor that you don’t even have your own psychic bag?”

The towering figure, clad in blood-red chainmail, the Night Walker, scoffed as he spoke:

“It seems that you, like your venerable elder, are a disgrace to your clan!

You muddy rat, it looks like the young lady, who inherits the wisdom of the Clan Leader, truly knows how to make good use of you.”

But thick-skinned Murphy had grown accustomed to these taunts.

He merely surveyed the man’s impressive chainmail, the long sword on his hip, and the blade whip curled at his side.

He rubbed his chin, and after the latter finished boasting about his own superiority, Murphy snapped his fingers, saying:

“Take it off.

I want this armor.”

“What?”

The elite Night Hunter gawked.

He interpreted this as a provocation, but he heard Murphy say before his fingers could touch the sword hilt:

“Your esteemed young mistress has just promised me a set of elite armor to save my dog life, you, brimming with superiority, don’t want to see your noble mistress fall into the embarrassing situation of breaking her word, do you?

If you don’t want to give it, I can ask someone else?”

“Shut up!”

The comment regarding Miss Phemys’ reputation had the arrogant guard clenching his fist in rage.

He glanced back at Phemys.

She waved her hand dismissively without even looking at him, apparently not caring at all about this trifling matter.

Consequently, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and remove his chainmail, leather armor, and weapons before throwing them to Murphy.

Then, under the snickering whispers of his fellow vampires, he returned to his mistress with a cold face.

However, Phemys obviously had other tricks up her sleeve.

She seemed to have anticipated everything, as she simply removed her cloak and draped it over her faithful guard.

Due to their height difference, the tall guard had to kneel, allowing the noble lady to complete her gesture.

In the strict hierarchy of vampire society, such acts of blessing from a superior demonstrated their overt favor and immediately restored the disgraced guard’s pride.

“Such a good dog.

It seems that our Three-Nos Rich Lolita also has a knack for dog training.”

Murphy hummed in his heart.

He didn’t pay any regard to the incident.

How could a mature man stoop so low and take such an immature vampire brat seriously?

“Maxim!”

He called his loyal servant and tossed the chainmail to him.

Maxim looked bewildered.

This was elite armor meant for the Night Hunters, was he, a lowly Blood Servant, worthy of it?

However, Murphy urged him to quickly put it on.

He himself already had Cui Si’s Elder Armor, sturdy enough to withstand the Blessed Holy Blade of a female hunter.

Hence, this was not intended for his own use.

Murphy greatly valued his own life, especially after facing Natalie, he had realized he couldn’t currently risk a direct combat.

Therefore, it was better not to take an reckless charge into the front line unless necessary.

As such, the job of donning the outfit and making a visual impression should be left to someone more suitable.

“Very nice, very spirited!”

Murphy patted Maxim on the shoulder.

As the saying goes ‘clothes make the man.’ The White-haired Blood Servant, afflicted with albinism, looked intimidating as soon as he put on the mighty crimson chainmail.

Draped with a Midnight Cape borrowed from the young lady, he looked every bit like a commanding warrior.

“From now on, you are my ‘Shadow Samurai.’