Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1025 - 258: The Masked Hero_2

Chapter 1025: Chapter 258: The Masked Hero_2

Pope Ning gaped, shaking his head with a bitter smile, "Whether or not that is the case, to prevent potential dangers, we must take necessary measures to nip this risk in the bud...

"But the question is, can we afford this gamble?" His Majesty the King interrupted with a wry smile, "Better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one go; such barbarically bloody methods are as poor as Richard’s political acumen! Whenever I review the archival histories in storage, I lament over Plutini, sacrificed three hundred years ago; Beamon has unjustly lost one Plutini, and I wish not to lose another during my reign! Honestly, isolating him politically, as you and I have done together, is already the harshest precaution we could have taken; although the days are not prosperous for our commoners, they are not yet driven to revolt, right? Lacking political circumstances and external inducements, what else do you need to worry about?"

"Think no more of it, my dear Ning," Grecke Sal, His Majesty, laughed freely, "The ocean never fears being overwhelmed by the streams."

Upon hearing this, Pope Ning’s facial muscles spasmed visibly, and he squeezed out a stiff smile: "Perhaps, I am indeed being overly anxious."

His Majesty the King smiled and clinked glasses with the High Priest in red.

On his way, Liu Zhenghan sneezed seven times in a row, spraying spit over several beautiful ladies across from him.

"I must have caught a cold." Liu Zhenghan smiled, wiped his nose, and with a swoosh, he pulled the curtain shut on the carriage window.

This luxurious carriage drawn by two eight-legged giant horses was exclusively for the Feilengcui Lord, built in Beamon’s signature grand style out of the finest teak, its body adorned with two pounds of gold—a creation requested repeatedly by the steward Mr. Jabbar, one of only three made, perfectly suited for the lord to parade around. Indeed, as the three gilded carriages lined up and moved through Sabak City, all passersby couldn’t help but stare.

"Alright, Richard!" Ning Yu, feigning anger but also playful, interrupted him, grabbed the handle inside the carriage, moved next to Liu Zhenghan, and meticulously wiped off his nose with her handkerchief, gently asking, "Tell me, are you really confident in this plan?"

Richard had just enthusiastically explained the so-called secret plan during the trip, but if it weren’t for a series of sneezes, he would have boasted even more; Ning Yu finally understood the reason for his secretive behavior over the past few days.

Liu Zhenghan’s plan seemed somewhat ludicrous; he actually wanted to use two "Transformation Totems" extracted from the heads of the second and third young masters to transform into Mourinho’s appearance, then deceive Medusa the Witch Doctor into helping detoxify the parrot and the dog—it was not only an extremely bold plan but also required an essential external condition: Mourinho must not be present.

The preposterous actions of the Feilengcui Lord were not new; once, to wipe out the Tornado mercenaries, he had even petrified himself, posing as a stone statue in the Primitive Ancient Origin, and then launched a surprise attack, so everyone was not surprised by his antics this time.

Regarding this plan, none of the other ladies expressed their opinions, maintaining their silence for the time being, unsure whether they were intimidated by their husband’s words or were contemplating the feasibility of the plan.

"I think there’s a great chance of success!" Liu Zhenghan sniffed hard, excitedly saying, "I was originally planning to go and forcibly abduct someone, but now that Mourinho has left, it’s best not to if possible, because if we cause a commotion and end up fighting, it’d be awkward for Helen to be caught in the middle."

"What would make it awkward for me? Just as Tutor Cui Beixi knows to help Tutor Mourinho, I most certainly know who I should help," Helen said brightly, fluttering her large beautiful eyes, offering Liu Zhenghan a coquettish autumn spinach, "There’s nothing to be stuck in the middle about. You’ve already repaid the flesh to the second and third young masters on their behalf; those two stabs in my heart, if I still hesitate, it’d be quite absurd!"

"I love hearing that!" Liu Zhenghan burst into laughter.

"Still, I think it’s a bit risky; you know, as soon as those two ’Transformation Totems’ are worn close to the body, they immediately block out all Elemental Power. What if you run into danger?" Ning Yu asked: "Then you’d just be a regular Smey!"

"Who would dare attack Mourinho in Sabak City? What danger could there be? Even if there’s danger, I’m not scared. I could just tear off the totems and reveal my spicy self!" Liu Zhenghan pinched his chin, frowning, "But the consequences of that..."

"If that happens, your nobility title will definitely be completely revoked, wiped clean, at most due to the title of Shaman of Divine Songs, you’ll only get lifelong imprisonment instead of the death penalty," Helen said.

"But if we don’t do this and instead openly go to abduct someone, we might end up killing people!" Liu Zhenghan shook his head. "We’re all from Beamon; it’s one thing to have a fight, but it’d be dreadful to actually fight to the death."

"It might actually be doable." Daisy, who had been silent until then, gave a faint smile, "I’ve also dressed up as a man before, studying in various human academies, and never had any slip-ups."