My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank Chapter 1515 - 1515 510

Novel: My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank Author: Handsome dog Frank Updated: Jun 04, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 1515 - 1515 510 from My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank, a Game novel by Handsome dog Frank.

1515: 510.

Oh, Midnight Mother, there are so many beautiful things in Transylvania!

1515: 510.

Oh, Midnight Mother, there are so many beautiful things in Transylvania!

On the last day of the Saint Blood Festival’s preparations, Murphy took a stroll around the city in the evening light.

He was delighted to find that the collaboration between his little players and the locals for the festival was progressing quite perfectly.

Despite only having four days to prepare, their enthusiasm was not dampened.

Now, the entire Crimson Castle, under the veil of night, looked as beautiful as if draped in a sheer red fabric.

Although vast empty areas still couldn’t hide a sense of desolation, at least in the residential and the progressively opening comrcial districts, the festive atmosphere was thick.

Especially at the city square!

At a ti when most people were already asleep, the distinguished Count Bai of White Mountain and his servants, banished from Thorn Duchy, were still toiling away in the dark.

These northern vampires, unable to participate in the Saint Blood Festival held in Thorn Duchy due to their exile, could only join the local festivities at Crimson Castle with a mix of regret and anticipation.

Since Count Bai of White Mountain was sowhat of a “locally renowned artist,” he decided to give a personal touch to the first Saint Blood Festival on the land of Crimson Castle by gifting an ice sculpture.

A colossal ice sculpture!

Designed by Andre himself, it was then carved into shape by his loyal servant, Vista, the second-in-command of the White Mountain Faction, with the help of the Blood Descendants, under the veil of night.

Finally, Triss and Phemys applied Spiritual Energy Magic to it, allowing it to remain unlted until the end of the Saint Blood Festival.

It was a lifelike Blood Eagle, poised for flight, yet at the claws below, there was an artistic depiction of Murphy and his warriors charging bravely forward.

To prevent selecting specific warriors, the faces were deliberately blurred, making it look like a classic portrayal of the locals.

Although still unfinished, the parts that had been sculpted promised to be a delightful work of festive art, simple enough for all beholders to understand its intended ssage.

One could surely expect that when dawn breaks tomorrow and the Saint Blood Festival officially begins, this magnificent ice sculpture would excite the entire city.

The giant ice sculpture was placed in the center of five large display stands in the square, an exhibition area booked by the players.

Regrettably, aside from Brother ow and Lady Shui’s teams, other guilds couldn’t co up with proper festival plans and didn’t want to miss out, so they simply threw in the towel.

They tried to co up with so lackluster flashy tricks to maintain a semblance of presence.

Anyway, Murphy heard that the student group was preparing a monkey version of a concert, inviting all players who were confident in their singing abilities to show up.

Stick Brother, on the other hand, stuck to the old military festival routine, choosing so veterans to showcase their talents.

Things like breaking bricks with bare hands, piercing glass with needles, or throat-lifting guns – so hardcore stunts.

It was entirely a promotion of military life to recruit new mbers for his team, with more promotional than actual significance, but the locals should like it.

The most outrageous was Old Huo.

This guy had beco more addicted to doing business, and with the booming success of his enterprise in Treasure Bay, he took every opportunity to promote his business.

However, the administration in Transylvania strictly forbade the rise of gambling, so Old Huo’s initially planned “First Charity Gambling King Contest” had to downscale significantly.

He was intending to book three display stands but ended up only getting one approved, and Milian sternly ordered that all proceeds from his Gambling King contest had to be donated to the orphanages and nursing hos managed by Madam Jules.

But Old Huo didn’t care.

He understood the value of spending money on promotion and was also an avid gar, so this event was also a way to distribute “family silver benefits” to the player community.

This wasn’t just empty talk; most of the supplies and expenses for the other four display stands were sponsored by Old Huo, the wealthy player.

This earned Old Huo the reputation of a “tily benefactor” on the forums, and the voices of players who wanted to hang him up on the streetlights also quieted down considerably.

Murphy couldn’t wait to see the delightful sights when the festival starts the next day, and he stretched his wings intending to land and chat with Andre, but before he did, Triss’s helpless voice ca through the quantum communication from his “creator’s battle attire”:

“Co back!

That lunatic’s here again.”

“Ah?

Which lunatic?”

Murphy didn’t catch on imdiately and asked:

“Transylvania has a lot of lunatics, especially my lovely little players.

By local standards, each of their peculiar actions could be considered severe lunacy.”

“Who else could it be?”

Triss retorted:

“That one who calls ‘Goddess.’ If you don’t co back soon, I might just accept his invitation to go out and admire the moon tonight?”

“Ah, the Palano Knight is here?

Alright, wait for , I’ll be right back.”