My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 2383 - 795: Transylvania’s New Immigrants

Murphy sat on the sofa, admiring the high-altitude scenery outside the window, and said to Paula:

"What? Is the situation over at Charldo Harbor really bad?"

"Bad? Using that word to describe the current situation at Charldo Harbor is a bit too gentle."

Paula took out two cans of soda from her mechanical fridge, and with the cool opener on her mechanical arm, she opened them, handed one to Murphy, and casually complained:

"You haven’t seen the tense posture of our Half-body Man city, the events near the Brass Fortress have scared the Steam Lords so bad that they’ve now put the entire city under martial law. One-fifth of the Half-body Men aged 30 to 300 have received enlistment notices.

All inventory steam walkers have been activated, even the trains on the peninsula have begun to be armed.

All factories capable of producing military supplies have now been incorporated into a wartime system, with weapons, ammunition, new walkers, and more advanced war weapons continuously being manufactured, yet the gap is still vast."

Paula took a big gulp of soda and sighed:

"It’s clear that the Steam Lords intend to defend their city with force, which I think they are right to do, but they’re a bit idealistic. Ever since the Half-body Men established a city, they’ve never fought a war, we’ve outsourced our safety to the Brass Dwarves, who could have anticipated the situation would develop into this mess so quickly?

Now, ships are leaving Charldo Harbor every day, and many wealthy individuals are preparing to take their families to other parts of the continent to escape.

The Elves aren’t opening their kingdom but have granted us a few small islands, the Sanghai People over there are generous, but the route there has recently become troubled by Wave Fishmen, as if the whole world suddenly plunged into chaos."

"This world has always been chaotic, it’s just the first time you Half-body Men are feeling the breath of war so vividly." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Murphy held the soda without drinking.

These Half-body Men added all sorts of quirky things to their soda, making the taste feverishly intense, even seasoned players found it hard to stomach, let alone Sir Morphy with his delicate stomach.

He looked at Paula and asked:

"So, no one intends to make Transylvania their refuge?"

"Huh?"

Captain Paula almost spat out from the question.

She looked at Murphy with a peculiar gaze, thinking to herself, doesn’t this vampire have a clue, do you not know what state your Transylvania is in?

The Half-body Men staying on the peninsula relying on city defenses and the support from Elves and Sanghai People might just make it, but your Transylvania is already on the brink! What sane Half-body Man would bring their family here?

It’s like choosing to move to Hiroshima before a second bomb hits, and planning a day trip to Nagasaki, equally ridiculous!

Murphy shrugged his shoulders.

Well, the Governor merely wanted to crack a vampire joke, he knew very well that before the Black Disaster brought by Huggesen was eradicated, Transylvania held no appeal to those wealthy Half-body Men seeking refuge.

But Paula was also a smart woman.

She knew the purpose behind Murphy’s joke, so after drinking some soda to calm her nerves, she opened her mouth and said:

"Though no wealthy individuals cherishing their lives are willing to come, some who have no choice have indeed set their sights on Transylvania as a migration destination. I think you’ve already heard this, Little Sheron’s uncle Mr. Glendale has done too many bad deeds and unfortunately got caught.

The chief of the city defense wasn’t just helping your Transylvania smuggle some contraband, it’s reported that the guy had a big appetite and meddled in a series of corrupt activities at Charldo Harbor, normally it wouldn’t be a problem, because that damned place’s military slackness wasn’t a recent occurrence, but who would’ve known the situation at the Brass Fortress would worsen so abruptly?

So the Steam Lords got anxious, investigated deeper, and bam, a bunch of fat rats were caught, including Mr. Glendale.

He lost his identity, status, and reputation overnight, the worst part being his assets were also cleared, falling from a dignified individual to a reviled unfortunate soul, his family can’t stay at Charldo Harbor anymore.

Thankfully, Little Sheron has a conscience.

When Mr. Glendale was about to be executed, she used her political influence to save him.

Now Mr. Glendale’s substantial family has been exiled by the Steam Lords, they have nowhere to go, now they are on the third airship, Transylvania will be their new home.

This family is quite large, just this move involves hundreds of people, but Mr. Glendale was tortured in prison, and his body has become useless.

I hear he intends to pass the position of family head to his niece, which is Little Sheron."

"Mm, a surprising delight."

Murphy nodded and said:

"Although Mr. Glendale committed wrongs, his contributions to Transylvania are apparent; therefore the Blood Vulture Clan will ensure the Glendale Family’s legacy at Crimson Castle, perhaps even giving them a title and a small estate.

But living comfortably is unlikely; unless they master some Half-body Men traditional skills, otherwise, with the Xikemeier Family’s current deteriorated situation, they might not even be capable of supporting so many freeloaders.

Alas, the burden on Little Sheron’s shoulders grows heavier and heavier.