My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2599 - 867: When Personal Struggle Clashes with the Course of History..._2

As you said, only one of us is destined to survive.

But forgive my bluntness, I have always wondered: Hog told me you spoke with Felix, and it also confirmed that after that conversation, you were resolute in choosing your own side in this war.

Yet this does not explain your hatred towards me...

Is it merely because I killed your scheming foster mother?

You should know, Botana never truly loved you; she was merely using you. It was precisely because of my actions that you attained freedom in both soul and body, allowing you to control your own life, protecting your loved ones and your children.

In this regard, you should thank me."

"You want a child raised by Chief Botana to thank a murderer who killed Botana?"

Sir Huggesen said softly:

"I heard that the vampires are mostly a group of cold-blooded bastards; seeing it today, it indeed seems so. It seems your vampire mother-child relationships must be generally terrible, so much so that your cold-blooded tribe completely fails to understand the significance of a mother to a child.

Botana was indeed not gentle toward me.

But she sheltered me.

When I was just a cub and nearly died in the Bonebite Clan’s internal chaos, it was Botana who saved me at my weakest moment, hiding me within the Split Claw Clan despite the full-scale war risk with the Bonebite Clan, nourishing me with the most precious resources she could find.

She was like a sculptor with grand ideals but clumsy skills, doing her utmost to nurture me into talent, she valued me so much that she neglected her own children’s upbringing, causing them to turn against her.

Whether she was using me, or treating me as a tool, in the face of such nurturing grace is irrelevant; in this world, there’s no such thing as offsetting merits, I hate the path she put me on, but I must also remember her kindness.

Therefore, Botana is my mother!

And you killed her.

Isn’t that reason enough for my revenge against you?"

"For others, if this was their reason to raise a weapon against me, I would absolutely believe it and apologize before getting rid of them. But you are not ordinary, Huggesen."

Murphy shook his head and said:

"Although I personally dislike the notion of destiny, I must admit you are indeed born for great things. So, I assert that your hatred towards me, besides the Botana factor, must have deeper reasons.

Speak, we have a little time.

Before you and I draw swords in a life-and-death battle, as a party in the fight, I may have enough reason to know these potentially life-taking causes.

What exactly are you thinking?

You should frankly tell me so that on your epitaph, I won’t be left speechless."

"I would love to tell you, but not now."

Having lost interest in conversation, Huggesen has said all he wanted to say, then stood up and slung his weapon over his back, carefully folding Hog’s paper and tucking it into his chest armor.

He planned to take it back for a thorough read.

Leaving the cave, the God-chosen Hunter turned back to the watching Murphy and said:

"When I’m killed by you, or when you are about to send me to my end, let us take a little more time to reveal the answer to this question. This conversation ends here, the next meeting is a life-and-death struggle.

Good luck, Mr. Murphy."

"Hmm, good luck to you too, Sir Huggesen."

Murphy also politely bid farewell to Huggesen, but he soon thought of one thing, then used mimicry skills to tell Huggesen:

"At the crucial moment of war, the Twilight Cultists will surely jump out, especially when you fall behind; those guys will definitely seize the ’opportunity’ to help you. I can even guess the means they will use to help you.

Especially when they see firsthand the ’secret weapon’ I prepared for this decisive battle.

The letter that helped us break the R-9 base before, was definitely sent by you, I am certain of that, you hate those apocalypse advocates as much as I do.

But this time, when they want to support you... don’t refuse!

Not only should you not refuse, but you should also ask for as much as possible, considering leaving it as a legacy for Nanaque and your children.

If I win, Sir Huggesen, I promise to ensure your widow and posthumous children enjoy the life they deserve in the new era of the Wolf People, but as a husband and father, you should also think more about your family."

"If I win, I will also treat your family the same way, Murphy."

Huggesen snorted, responding rather viciously:

"But unfortunately, you vampires won’t have children, what a pity."

The bastard just left like that, leaving Triss grinding her teeth.

But Murphy knew Huggesen would seriously consider the suggestion he didn’t refuse; so this time if lucky enough, he could retrieve a fraction of the "Creator’s Legacy" supposedly belonging to him from dusk.

After Huggesen left Smugglers’ Forest with those spared soldiers housed by the Bloodclaw Clan, Murphy came out of the chieftain’s cave too, and the small Nash was shivering beside the Golden Ones, looking helplessly at Murphy, hoping the Governor of Transia would not blame his failed "enemy luring plan."