Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 105 - 105 13 Someone Accuses Me of Selling _1

105: Chapter 13: Someone Accuses Me of Selling _1 105: Chapter 13: Someone Accuses Me of Selling _1 Prince Richard’s demeanor was serene, his composure exuding a certain irreverence.

This irreverence was a natural aristocratic air signifying the grace of a true ruler, distinguished from average nobles and commoners.

The Prince frowned, the black tattoo of “king” on his forehead contracting together.

He glanced at these fierce human mercenaries, then looked at the uninvolved Liu Zhenhan.

With a sweep of his royal disregard, some of the mercenaries were taken aback, quickly looking away from his imperious gaze.

“Your Highness, I want to lodge a complaint with the Witherspoon Elder Council!” claimed the leading chubby human, his cunning eyes flickering, “Even the honorable sacrificial Priest cannot deceive us foreign traders!

The words of the nobility are as treasured as Magic Crystals, what they say they must do!

I strongly urge his highness to serve justice and ensure fair trade!

Otherwise, the Dorott Duchy’s Tradesmen Union will formally lodge a complaint with the Beamon Capital Elder Council!”

As Prince Richard listened to the incessant chatter of the fat man, Cui Beixi concisely explained the situation to him.

When he heard that the subject of the transaction was a Mermaid slave, the Prince was taken aback.

He had never dreamt that one of the breathtaking beauties present was actually a Mermaid royal.

“I see…” the Prince murmured.

This situation was certainly tricky to intervene.

The trade relations between the human traders and Beamon were very significant and couldn’t be offended.

Yet, he lacked the authority to command a Priest serving the God of War.

“I protest…” the plump human trader, triumphant, sounded off more vehemently, “The mercenaries under my command were just assaulted by this Priest, I strongly protest…”

There was a pool of blood on the ground, trampled under chaotic footsteps.

Everyone looked towards the ground when he mentioned it.

Liu Zhenhan glanced at Gude seeing a human Priest in a white robe, waving a cross over a burly man lying on the ground.

Bursts of white light indicated the Holy Light Healing technique, slowly closing the bloody wound on the man’s head.

The Priest’s “Holy Light Healing” was a unique ability that not even Beamon’s Witch Doctor could match.

Both humans and Beamon had suffered heavy losses because of it in Heigar’s battles.

Liu Zhenhan glanced at Gude.

“He spoke disrespectfully to Miss Ning Yu.

Such a person deserves to be taught a lesson,” Gude said, “Ever since I’ve been with you, I’ve been holding back.

That bear of a man couldn’t handle even a slight hit.

I only used a tenth of my strength.”

“Next time, use your full strength.” Liu Zhenhan said.

“I protest!

I want to complain!

This is outrageous!” The human trader was outraged by the Priest’s arrogance and hysterically gesticulated.

“Believe it or not, I can make you handicapped right now!” Liu Zhenhan grabbed his collar, slowly lifted the chubby man off the ground, and glared at him fiercely.

The human trader was taken aback, not expecting such treatment from a Priest.

A few loyal mercenaries immediately growled and drew their claymores.

But before they could act, Liu Zhenhan’s elbow had landed on the face of the mercenary who was closest to him, and then a knee struck firmly between the man’s legs.

The rest of them heard a sound like an egg cracking.

Liu Zhenhan grasped the mercenary’s curly hair and slammed his head into a nearby bronze statue.

The Giant Bear Misha’s waist was suddenly wet with a spread of moisture.

These swift movements were pulled off with uncanny deftness by Liu Zhenhan, all the while keeping hold of the rotund human trader.

The other mercenaries were stunned.

If they hadn’t known before, they would have thought they were dealing with a notorious bandit, not a Priest!

Was this really the weakest priest among the Beamon?

Those unconventional moves downed the strongest warrior among the mercenaries.

“Clang~~~~” The white-robed human Priest stared, mouth agape, as the cross dropped from his hands.

Not just them, even Prince Richard and Cui Beixi, both skilled in martial arts, were astonished.

Prince Richard had vivid memories of the combative Frost Snow Pichu Beast on the test field and had long been suspicious of Liu Zhenhan’s strength, only now did everything become clear.

What surprized Cui Beixi was the legends of “Double Cultivation of Song and Martial Arts” were actually true!

As there were tales of “Double Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts” among Mages, there were also stories of “Double Cultivation of Song and Martial Arts” among Priests.

But that was just a wonderful legend.

Elemental and physical strengths were antagonists to each other, a beastman couldn’t possess two outstanding abilities at once or they would fall in between– “Model stumble, lose footing on both sides.”

Finally, Cui Beixi understood why her disciple, although a rare natural born soul singer, was so weak in song power.

Helen and the others were unfazed, having seen Liu Zhenhan assault Banilou Warriors before.

“Stop it!

Priest Richard!” the Prince held Liu Zhenhan’s arm, and said with a serious and slow voice: “Fighting is strictly prohibited in the temple!

If you have personal grievances, I suggest you resolve them in the Gladiator Arena.”