Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1007 - 252: Beryl Dragon Pearl

Chapter 1007: Chapter 252: Beryl Dragon Pearl

The scene became chaotic again, no one had the leisure to laugh at the parrot’s cheeky remarks, as they hopped around, frantic as if their buttocks were on fire.

The seasoned Green Party monk Owen was apparently overly anxious, which led him to make more mistakes the more anxious he got. While chanting a not-so-complex "Hemostasis spell," he frequently made errors, either mispronouncing or getting stuck, and after three failed attempts, several innkeepers were stomping their feet in frustration.

"It hurts like hell! Are you trying to usurp the throne by letting me die faster?" Liu Zhenghan supported himself for a long time, but couldn’t bear it anymore, and abruptly sat down on a chair, slapping the back of Monk Owen’s head hard with both pain and anger.

"Almost there, almost there!" Owen, wiping the sweat from his forehead, clutched the Amplifying Beads made from Falcon Sea crab relics, forcing himself to calm down and to correctly chant the prayer anew.

"Let the elder take over, Owen, you step aside," Ning Yu said impatiently, tiptoeing and searching for Elder Andulan through the crowd. There were too many people, and the slow-moving elder, with a huge shell on his back and a Blood Infant in his arms and another riding on his shoulder, was laboriously squeezing through from the periphery of the crowd.

"Alert! Don’t forget to set up guards!" Liu Zhenghan, half-reclining in his chair, did not forget to give orders, and Helen immediately understood, driving four Biao warriors who had come at the scent of excitement back outside.

"Some of you come out, and watch outside with me," Bellamy clapped his hands, signaling the militiamen, and a large group of Mastiff Warriors followed behind Bellamy out of the inn’s main door.

"Where’s my Beryl Dragon Pearl?" Liu Zhenghan weakly lifted his eyelids, glancing at Ning Yu, who was wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"The Dragon Ball is here! It’s... huh—where did it go?" Ning Yu responded offhand, then paused, because she was helping Richard dab the sweat dripping down his forehead. Her hands were wet with sweat, with no sign of the Dragon Ball.

"Damn it!" Hearing the Dragon Ball was lost, Liu Zhenghan immediately forgot his pain, his buttocks as if fitted with ten ancient fleé sinews, sprung up from the chair, and he bombarded Ning Yu with questions, "Wasn’t the Dragon Ball just clasped in your palm? Lost? Where did it go? Damn! That’s a Dragon Ball! How could you... you... Ah..."

"Go and look for it! What are you staring at?" Liu Zhenghan looked around at the bewildered Beamons and said, "Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find that bead! Quick, quick, quick!"

"Richard! Don’t panic—don’t panic—it’s with me!" Elder Andulan shouted breathlessly while swaying his way over.

"Phew..." Liu Zhenghan finally let out a long breath, and with a "thud," fell back onto the chair.

"You little brute! You are so badly injured and still worrying about that damn Dragon Ball!" Master Puskas shook his head vigorously, completely disappointed.

"But this is a Dragon Ball! It’s precious!" Liu Zhenghan, seeing Elder Andulan approaching, felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head. He eagerly rubbed his hands together, forgetting all about his injuries and pain, overwhelmed with anticipation.

"Just now, Ning Yu saw a patch of blood on the ground. She almost slipped and fell, who would remember whether it was a Dragon Ball or not, rushed forward like a mad person. It was only I, this oldtimer, who remembered to pick up what was missed," Elder Andulan said, handing over the two Blood Infants to nearby maids and pounding his shell-covered back heavily with his arm, "Pity me with this hard shell. Do you know how hard it is to bend over, carrying two babies on top of that!"

"Elder, please just quickly bring out the Dragon Ball, quickly, let me have my moment of joy," Liu Zhenghan said, particularly annoyed with the elderly who could never get to the point without a lengthy spiel.

The more anxious the Overlord was, the more composed Elder Andulan became, first blowing on his long white eyebrows that had drooped to his cheeks, then leisurely clapping his hands, clearing his throat, and muttering a string of prayer spells. He cast a Hemostasis halo on Liu Zhenghan’s blood-drenched belly and skillfully pulled out a roll of white linen to dress the Overlord’s wounds, leaving Liu Zhenghan rolling his eyes in frustration.

"What’s with this rotten robe?" Elder Andulan withdrew his right hand, sucking his middle finger before spitting out a mouthful of red-tainted spit.

With that remark, everyone noticed that while most of the porcupine quills on the Overlord’s "Singing Robe" made of Leed’s porcine leather still lay flat, some were erect due to his body’s shape, looking quite forceful.

"See this Tamerlarya Ice Bead pinned on my lapel? It’s freezing! I want to freeze all the porcupine quills stiff, and next time any noble messes with me, I’ll get real close," Liu Zhenghan burst into mad laughter, but this triggered his wound, causing him a bout of excruciating pain.

"I thought you were trying to cool down!" Elder Andulan laughed scoldingly, "You beast! Can’t you think of anything other than these sneaky tricks?"