My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2823: Chapter 941: Who Doesn’t Like a Generous “Friend” in Times of Need? (3)

"Twilight is at your service, great Master of Hunting, I’m glad to see you’re safe and sound."

"Twilight? The lackey of the Original Sin?"

The Master of Hunting snorted and said:

"Stop pretending, if you really wanted to help, you would have done so at Moss Valley. You’re just waiting for an opportunity now that I’m down and out. Speak your mind, considering you’re serving a shadow from the subspace!"

"I’m merely here to convey the sincerity of our organization’s friendship to you, Your Majesty."

The Slave Master was reprimanded but showed no anger.

He took out a delicate controller and pressed it twice on the spot, revealing a hundred-meter-long silver shuttle-shaped aircraft that had camouflaged itself on the muddy ground behind them. As the hatch opened, a red-painted metal canister was delivered out.

"An ancient civilization’s Vanguard-class power armor."

The Slave Master made a ’please’ gesture and said:

"This is our sincerity, Your Majesty. You need it now, whether for revenge against Murphy or executing a strategic breakthrough; you need this formidable piece of equipment."

"I don’t think I need it. I easily destroyed one in Moss Valley..."

"But back then, you were an omnipotent Divine Spirit, and now, you’re confined to a follower’s body. Therefore, it’s not about your personal feelings, Your Majesty, you need it!"

"You! Disrespectful Shadow Elf!"

"I’m just speaking the truth, Your Majesty. If I’ve hurt your divine dignity, please forgive my bluntness."

The Slave Master stopped pretending, calmly saying:

"You need this armament, and we’ve brought it before you. I believe we can extend further cooperation. We have connections worldwide, various intel, and you’ll need loyal servants, which will aid in your rapid recovery.

On my way here, my colleague ’Scholar’ entrusted me with a message for you.

Our organization can offer you a stronger ’vessel.’ We can’t provide a Divine Body, but a demi-god’s body is negotiable."

"Hmm?"

The Master of Hunting looked at the Slave Master suspiciously, then asked after several seconds:

"Can you really obtain a demi-god level vessel?"

"We never lie when it comes to strength demonstration."

The Slave Master smiled and said:

"Of course, Scholar is a meticulous person who is obsessed with greenhouse life research and urgently needs some biological research data from the previous Era, stored in the forbidden area of this swamp.

For us weak mortals, daring to venture there is a death sentence, but for a great divine spirit, it might be as easy as walking on flat ground.

In short, if you want a demi-god-level vessel, then please complete this commission first... Don’t be angry, Your Majesty, this is how we mortals make friends; we show sincerity, and you should reciprocate with sincerity.

Only this way can both parties engage mutually."

"It’s deceiving you!"

Huggesen’s voice rang out at this moment, advising:

"Don’t go! That place is Murphy’s secret base, where he hides his power armor. These bastards want to trick you into clashing with Murphy to reap the benefits - it’s a trap!"

"Of course, I know it’s a vile trick; I don’t need your reminder! Shut up, traitor!"

The Master of Hunting intensified Huggesen’s mental torment, causing the Grand Marshal to scream in pain, yet outwardly, this Evil God moved with an expressionless face to open the armor storage canister, revealing a set of blood-red assault power armor.

Unlike Murphy’s experimental power armor, this one was clearly a real military gear, simple, practical, domineering, and powerful.

Previously, the Master of Hunting wouldn’t have given it a second glance, but now...

He reached out to touch that cold metal.

Seeing the opponent present such an item as a gift proved they indeed had control over extensive resources in the material world, suggesting they likely had demi-god level vessels as well. Anyway, he had a grudge against Murphy; he even placed a hunting mark on Murphy.

After all, he is a god, and he must uphold what he does.

Perhaps...

The Evil God, after much consideration, planned to agree, but Huggesen weakly refuted:

"You’re stepping into a trap; I can’t stop you, but you’re a god with such small appetites? Are you satisfied with just a set of power armor? You guess if that elf will laugh at you?"

"This commission I can complete at my leisure."

The Master of Hunting turned around, and said to the Slave Master:

"But asking a god to act is costly. I must have rewards worthy of my status. Twilight... You want to be friends with a god but only offer such meager tributes; it’s difficult for me to help you."

"Then what do you need?"

The Slave Master seemed to predict the bargaining process, asking the question.

The Master of Hunting was momentarily silent, for he indeed had not thought about what he needed. At this time, Huggesen weakly said:

"Weapons, armor, and supplies, as much as possible. Have them delivered directly to somewhere in the Ligurian Peninsula, where you’ll establish your Earthly Heaven. Without these, it’s impossible. Everything worldly means nothing to you, but your followers still need food and weapons; mere faith can’t sustain them.

Money!

My divine spirit, money’s power in this world is astonishing; demand as much as possible to prevent your army from falling into hardship later."

"Shut up, I have my plans! You talkative traitor, stop flaunting your pathetic wisdom."

The Master of Hunting cursed harshly, but then passed Huggesen’s request multiplied by five to the Slave Master. Such a large-scale supply of weapons and equipment could almost arm ten thousand Wolf People, and its massive quantity made the Slave Master’s expression twitch a bit.

This god...

Were you, while serving as the Master of Hunting, also moonlighting as the god of beggars? How could you be so thrifty?

"Additionally, your ship looks good!"

The Master of Hunting, boldly, pointed to the silver-gray flyshuttle behind him, saying:

"I want it, to use as my flagship."

"Sorry, the ship and my wife are not for sale!"

The Slave Master firmly refused, saying:

"But if you really want it, we can discuss it with Scholar. As far as I know, the flyshuttle assigned to him is rarely used. Provided, of course, you complete this deal. We’ve agreed to your demands, My Majesty, are we friends now?"

"Heh, you’ve won the goodwill of a god, at least for now."