Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1146 - 307: Demonic Arrow Reinforcement

Chapter 1146: Chapter 307: Demonic Arrow Reinforcement

In the past, the tragic love between Medusa, Shaman Cui Beixi, and High Priest Mourinho caused a sensation in Bimon Kingdom; who in the nation didn’t know, who wasn’t aware?

Cui Beixi has remained alone for so many years, living in solitude, which is more than enough to demonstrate the deep affection of an old love difficult to part with and her fidelity to love.

Now that she is pregnant, whose child could it be?

Any Beamon with a working brain would undoubtedly blurt out the same name without hesitation.

Apart from Lord Mourinho, who else would have the capability?

Apart from Lord Mourinho, who else would have the courage?

But this news was truly too shocking and far too private!

General Kahn, with an embarrassed look on his face, coughed awkwardly a few times and, under the pretext of discussing military intelligence, quickly took all the generals and chief priests away—some secrets are best kept as if unknown, not so much for protecting others but also for protecting oneself, as getting involved in certain whirlpools can easily earn the enmity of those concerned.

Jose was also jolted awake from his brief panic and hurriedly took the young Elven Prince to his own tent. Although Prince Mari was already twenty years old, his emotional age was at most that of a six or seven-year-old. In the presence of such a crowd, allowing him to continue speaking without a filter was not beneficial to anyone.

Golinny and Gomes were panicking like ants on a hot pan, incessantly wringing their hands and saying, "What to do... what to do..."

Helen and Moer had nothing to say, or rather, they didn’t know what was appropriate to say at this time, while Jose was as silent as a stone, his heart like a Halfling chef’s overturned box of spices, a jumbled mess of flavors bursting forth.

"Get out, all of you, stand guard outside!" The old rogue, seeing several guards with gossip-hungry expressions, felt his irritation grow and, after rewarding each with a kick, booted them all out.

The young Elven Prince’s eyes were fixed on Xiao Cui, carrying a subtle hostility, while Nedved’s mismatched magic longbows also attracted his attention.

"Brother Mari, where has Father been recently? Is he commanding the relocation in London City, or has he stayed in the swamps all this time?" Gomes, still a boy, calmed his emotions more quickly than Golinny and began asking his older brother for details.

"Father has been staying in the swamps since he learned about this matter; he hasn’t returned to London City." Seeing that the guards had all left, the young Elven Prince’s beautiful eyes then shifted to the Vajra Parrot on Jose’s shoulder, unable to hide his envy as he answered his brother’s inquiry absentmindedly.

The little parrot squinted at him disdainfully and threw out a versatile catchphrase: "Idiot~"

The Elven Prince Mari, his eyes lighting up childishly, asked, "Wow~ this parrot can talk! What does ’Idiot’ mean that it just said?"

Jose felt extremely embarrassed but even more so, he felt that the Elves were ridiculous—a bunch who were always so decorous, never uttering a single swear word. And now, here was a little dummy popping up, asking what ’Idiot’ meant...

"That’s good, that’s very good~" Hearing that their father had not returned to London City, both young swans patted their chests in relief, making a show of their gratitude to heaven and earth.

"Why is it that teacher Mourinho can stay in the swamps without issue, but there would be problems if he were in London City? Why?" Helen asked Golinny, somewhat puzzled.

"Underneath..." Golinny and Gomes looked troubled, seeming unsure how to begin explaining the situation.

"That’s because Lily and Gomes’ mother, Milani, lives in London City. If their father were to be drinking in London City, the news of Cui Beixi’s pregnancy would not be kept from Lily and Gomes’ mother. Helen, Lily and Gomes’ mother has always been frail, and the slightest shock can cause her to cough up blood," Jose answered without hesitation.

All eyes were now fixed on the Shaman of Divine Songs, with the three siblings from the Jose family being particularly stunned.

"Brother-in-law... how did you know about this?" Gomes looked at Jose, dumbfounded, and stammered.

"Oh... I just happened to hear Instructor Cui Beixi mention it..." The old rogue’s scalp tingled with alarm, damn it! Had he not had great mental fortitude, he’d have been exposed right there—after all, this was information he had obtained by impersonating the High Priest under the guise of a "mutual exchange" at the southwestern guild hall. How could he accidentally let it slip?

Cold sweat broke out on the rogue’s back in neat rows.

He understood that how one perceived Mourinho’s drinking depended on who was observing it.

In the eyes of Jose’s siblings, their father’s drinking surely stemmed from the worry that their mother, Milani, would cough up blood again if she found out about Cui Beixi’s pregnancy.

In the eyes of other Beamons who were not privy to the situation, the High Priest’s drinking was certainly due to a scandal being revealed, fearing the great pressure of the clan elders and the stern family laws of the Smey.

Only Jose understood the real reason Mourinho was so distressed—the relationship between the High Priest and Shaman Medusa was nothing but pure! For all these years, their affection could be described as unshakably solid. The sudden news of Cui Beixi’s pregnancy, how could Mourinho, who had never been intimate with Cui Beixi, not be in pain? Why wouldn’t he drown his sorrows in alcohol?

Mourinho had always preserved Cui Beixi’s chastity, saying that one day she could marry with dignity, but now that she had unexpectedly "sought affection elsewhere," Mourinho could not accept it! This was akin to the rogue pulling the brakes at the cliff’s edge with Golinny; it stemmed from a deep love, unwilling to hurt the other, but it didn’t mean he would agree to her embracing someone else. If Gortani suddenly became pregnant, Jose would surely be as agonized as Mourinho, desperately grieving.