My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 1986 - 663: Hey, Want Some War Insurance?

The conversation between Fraser and his father continued, but after the Colonel expressed his concerns, the authority in the dialogue shifted from Count Leon to the Colonel.

Upon realizing that the Kato area might become the sacrificial victim of this Black Disaster, Count Leon wisely refrained from demanding his son immediately leave the military. This cunning and profound noble was well aware of his son’s absolutely abysmal fear mongering.

That is indeed the worst-case scenario that could come true.

As Fraser asserted, the Cape Family could not accept the loss of the Kato area. More importantly, neither could their other allies, Count Leon was not a military man, but the enemies he faced on the battlefield called "power" were no easier to deal with than the Wolf People.

Therefore, both publicly and privately, Count Leon had to immediately make preparations.

He really did not want to cooperate with the Transylvania Barbarians.

But currently, this seemed to be a mutually beneficial choice, and with the influence of the Cape Family in the Goldenrod Kingdom, once the Count made up his mind, the lax military preparedness in the Kato area could be effectively strengthened immediately.

However, the main issue in that place was not on the surface.

King Louis, in order to appease the Wolf Poison Clan and divert their forces on Green Island, had allocated part of the Kato area to Old Edward for management.

The Cape Family was deeply involved in this exchange of interests, of course.

Without Count Leon’s approval, Old Edward, no matter his capabilities, wouldn’t easily integrate into the circles of the Kato area, and now that the Wolf Poison Clan had already established themselves there, if Count Leon wanted to strengthen the defenses over there, he would need to liaise with the Wolf Poison Clan.

On this matter, Count Leon decided to heed his son’s advice.

He was a very self-aware person, adept at power plays and social interactions, but his strategic thinking was not outstanding, and his son excelled much more than he did in this regard.

Moreover, Fraser’s earlier statement had left Count Leon quite satisfied.

This was the conversation between the next head of the Cape Family and the current head!

The fact that Fraser could say such things already proved he had the resolve to dedicate himself to the family. This was very good; it seemed his son had learned a lot from the war, like a peerlessly crafted sword tempered through fire.

One day he will be drawn from the sheath, and one day he will become renowned across the continent. At that time, the hope for the Cape Family to advance further will arrive.

While this father-son duo was having their conversation, other patients in this field hospital were receiving treatment.

Over a hundred wounded soldiers had been transported here through the Blood Vulture Clan’s portal. A Feng had been urgently summoned back, and even Lady Judy, a surgeon who hadn’t performed surgeries in many years, had been mobilized.

In the tents set up in the field hospital, surgeries were being conducted simultaneously. Those simple sutures and treatments were left to A Feng’s disciples, and Madam Jules also brought a group of Avalon Church priests here to assist with the treatment.

However, the situation for several members of the Goldenrod Bombardiers who had followed Colonel Fraser into battle was not optimistic. The combat in the final moments was excessively wild, with many dead and almost all survivors wounded.

"This one needs amputation! His leg has been completely infected by filthy weapons, with toxic spots appearing on the bones, and the Purification magic of the priests can only suppress the pollution from spreading. To survive, he must lose a leg.

At least one leg!"

Wearing a white physician’s robe and a cotton mask, A Feng shouted to a few nearby disciples, and someone immediately started preparing surgical equipment.

"Mummy Lady Nefertari," who came along with her disciple to experience the world and lend a hand, pursed her lips and revealed a strange expression on her mummy face.

She pointed at the captain of the bombardiers, who only had a single breath left, held alive solely by the healing arts of the Avalon priests, and said to A Feng:

"Is it really necessary to treat this one? Even if saved, he’ll be severely disabled, and being contaminated by Wolf People’s voodoo isn’t necessarily a bad thing. With consent, I could immediately transform him into a zombie or mummy.

Since he died from filth, he would be revived as a powerful undead with specialized toxin abilities."

"Please keep quiet, my mentor."

A Feng sighed.

He glanced at the Goldenrod wounded soldiers around, whose eyes were glaring in anger upon hearing Nifytelli’s "nonsense."

He covered the Mummy Lady’s mouth, stopping her from saying more, and told her:

"I know you dislike the living, but please restrain your urge to create the undead. As long as this warrior hasn’t died, I will not allow him to be taken away by the Death God under my care.

You could choose to become my assistant or take a stroll outside. I heard the warriors brought back many capable Wolf People corpses, why not go there and assemble some undead to play with?"

"Let go of me!"

The Mummy Lady pushed A Feng away and rebuked:

"How dare you act so presumptuously toward a priest? In the Moon Holy City, you’d be thrown into a scarab pit to be torn apart and killed!"

"I am a Spiritual Body, my poor mentor."

A Feng was somewhat troubled.

He began to regret bringing Nifytelli here to see the world. At this moment, a female medic in a medical soldier’s uniform walked briskly into the tent, holding a document for A Feng to see.