Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1224 - 333 Unintentionally Planting Willows and The Willows Grew_2

Chapter 1224: Chapter 333 Unintentionally Planting Willows and The Willows Grew_2

Kalimantan City had finally been reached.

Liu Zhenhan was riding a camel, shielding himself with his hand from the pergola while continuously clicking his tongue in amazement. This city was much, much larger than the Fox Tribe’s city of Witherspoon—just look at these city walls! Look at the extent of the occupied land! According to Rommel, the city contained an Inner city, which was the sleeping palace of His Highness the Caliph.

However, this wasn’t strange. Kalimantan City had a population of 1.2 million, compared to the Northeast Province of the Bimon Kingdom in Witherspoon which had only 80,000.

Even the slowly developing Feilengcui had become a medium-sized city in the Bimon Kingdom.

"Mulan’s strength comes from annihilating countless small desert nations and then relocating their beautiful women, craftsmen, and scholars to various provinces," Rommel explained, "These desert craftsmen have brought Mulan immense wealth and art and culture." He continued, "I’ve studied Bimon history and the general history of the Aegean Continent and found that Bimon lacks the habit of expanding territory and is content with maintenance, which has led to its current decline."

"A provincial capital has a population of 1.2 million! Damn it! Bimon has a total population of only six million!" Liu Zhenhan was extremely distressed.

"Kalimantan is the richest province of the Mulan Empire because there are no external threats here, so the Sultan of the Mulan Empire has stationed his own father here! How strong the Mulan Empire is can be seen just from Kalimantan! Following the old sandy path northward, in the far eastern Silk Continent lies the powerful Tang Zang Empire, their provinces are of this scale as well," Rommel sniffed slightly, "As far as I know, only a few human nations’ capitals on the Aegean Continent can reach this population base."

"Impressive!" Liu Zhenhan sincerely gave a thumbs up.

"Don’t rush to compliment me, Your Majesty, first, please bear with this inconvenience," Rommel said apologetically, nodding cheekily, and waved to his guard.

The guards creakily pulled over a large cart drawn by four Bactrian camels. The frame of the cart was a wooden cage, with stakes thick as arms exuding a scent of fresh wood shavings.

"What’s this for?" Old Liu’s eyes bulged.

"Just a formality. Once we enter the city, I will release you. Caliph Harifa Abdullah may or may not receive you," Rommel smiled, "Kalimantan is full of foreign nobles, and there are countless ones with royal titles. Ninety percent likely, I will still be the one deciding your fate."

"When beneath the roof, one has to bow." Liu Zhenhan sighed and willingly crawled into the wooden cage, his face full of sadness and helplessness.

Guoguo stuck her chubby head out of the slits in the wooden fence, darting in and out, thoroughly enjoying her play with a small parrot.

Rommel mounted the small silver elephant called Listener with six angular tusks, donned a set of Imam robes, which were embroidered with mystical talismans and shimmered with intense elemental power, and removed the silky fabric wrapped around his head, replacing it with a small melon hat.

A sophisticated and handsome general instantly transformed into a young, striking Imam.

"Holy crap! Are you really an Imam of Zoroastrian?" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes widened in disbelief as he was stupefied by the handsome Rommel, adjusting his robes.

"I told you before that I was a clergy, but you didn’t believe," Rommel shook his head, glanced at Liu Zhenhan and continued to fasten the turquoise buttons, "If not for this religious status acting as a talisman, could there be an Imam in my army? Could I have climbed to where I am today?"

"Your mentor must have had incredible foresight," Liu Zhenhan murmured.

The gate of Kalimantan City had already been surrounded by the warm Mulanese populace, everyone waving ribbons and flowers, welcoming the triumphant return of the Mulanese army. Liu Zhenhan sat inside the creaking wooden prison cart, his eyes observing the proud Mulan soldiers, his ears filled with the enthusiastic noise of the Mulanese crowd.

From time to time, Mulan soldiers were decorated with necklaces of flowers by young women, while Liu Zhenhan was bombarded with stones, which agitated the little parrot to curse rudely.

Since he had nothing better to do, Liu Zhenhan mimicked a gorilla by leaping up and down within the wooden cage, pounding his chest with his fists and letting out a robust roar, exciting the crowd of Mulanese, who pointed and gossiped.

"Ha! What a bunch of idiots!" Liu Zhenhan laughed spasmodically, realizing just how simple-minded these Mulanese were.

Kalimantan’s ceremonial troops also appeared among the crowd celebrating the return of their military god, resplendent flags and gleaming weapons spreading along the route. Rommel rode on the back of the six-tusked silver elephant, occasionally waving around discreetly with his gloved hands, as olives and rose petals were tossed from the domed buildings overhead, showering down on the handsome officer.

About two hundred Air Knights caught Liu Zhenhan’s attention; these were not Isco’s Vulture People but Mulanese Knights in golden plate armor, soaring about a hundred meters in the air, holding gold-painted military crossbows, their bloodshot eyes spoke of their lineage, their backs sporting diagonally spread metal wings that glittered brilliantly, looking absolutely majestic.