Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1232 - 336: Endurance Has Its Limits

Chapter 1232: Chapter 336: Endurance Has Its Limits

No sooner had he stepped out of Bartheby Prison’s main gate than Liu was clamoring about his hunger, insisting on getting something to eat.

This Beamon Shaman steadfastly adhered to the tradition of never consuming the food of his enemies, and all the Ant Cows had been rounded up by the Flying Camel Army, including the one brought by the Beamon Shaman himself. These honey juice-producing treasures were carefully corralled near the beehive chambers where the imperial arrow bees were bred.

Rommel had no choice but to take him to the beehive chambers.

Along the way, Liu was full of praise for the well-appointed greenery within the Flying Camel military camp, asking if all the army camps were built according to this layout? Such comprehensive planning was truly beautiful!

Clothes may make the man, but a braggart’s claims will never hold up.

Rommel was actually quite humble at heart, and kept saying it was nothing, that this camp was the headquarters and naturally some extra effort had been put into it. The Flying Camel camps located at the other three corners of the city walls weren’t as nice.

Liu chuckled to himself inwardly.

He was a reconnaissance soldier trained to resist interrogation, and his forte was drawing out information.

From that short and seemingly unrelated conversation, he had already outlined the defensive layout of the Flying Camel Army—Kalimantan City had four walls, and during peace times, as the city’s defense force, the Flying Camel Army would definitely be dispersed in all four directions. It was unrealistic for them to be gathered together.

Liu had already guessed this, but it wasn’t until now, when Rommel confirmed it, that he could rest assured because this was crucial intelligence for him.

Rommel had unwittingly leaked another important piece of intelligence—this camp was the headquarters of the Flying Camel Army.

Since it was the headquarters, it also meant that the dwarven armory was definitely located here. Liu had a keen interest in the dwarves’ individual defense weapon, the "Torrential Pear Blossom Crossbow."

Near the beehive chambers by the west wall, where the Mainz archers were stationed, date palm trees were laden with pretty, exquisite Vine houses, with large numbers of tulips and roses planted on the ground.

Eighty-one Ant Cows had been settled into cleared camel pens, soundly sleeping on the soft straw. Fifty paces away, two large wood carvings, as stunning as works of art, were artfully arranged among the flowers, standing five to six meters tall and particularly conspicuous.

Under the dim streetlights, Liu admired the two statues intently. One of the giant wooden carvings was of a fisherman, and the other a fisherwoman, their carving artistry absolutely top-notch. The spirited fisherman, carved from date wood, bore a natural copper skin tone that added layers of age-won vicissitudes. Deep creases around his eyes held the joy of his catch, and a heavy fishing net was half-pulled from the water, hinting at reddish fins underneath. The dark, healthy fisherwoman was helping her father with the net. Her handsome face, unfazed by the salty sea breeze, was alight with youthful vivacity.

These two lifelike statues were actually the royal bee chambers. The purposefully drilled holes in the beehive chambers, acting as entrances and exits for the queen bees, were fittingly decorated to resemble fishing nets, exquisitely simple and natural, showcasing the extraordinary aesthetic and imagination of the sculptor of these beehive statues.

The beehive chambers were silent. Not a single buzz could be heard. Several pretty Desert Elves were carefully pouring spoonfuls of honey juice into wooden troughs at the corners of the beehive chambers.

Watching the beehive chambers, Liu’s eyes gleamed as if he were a cat that had caught the scent of a mouse.

"Are you particularly impressed with the artistry of these two statues?" Rommel asked with a smile, noticing Liu’s intent gaze on the beehive chambers.

"The Elves are truly unmatched," Liu nodded in unstoppable admiration. "Every race possesses great artistic creativity, but if we talk about the greatest, it has to be the Elves."

"These statues were not crafted by the hands of the Desert Mainz. The Desert Mainz are masters of music, not sculpture. These statues were crafted by our Flying Camel Army’s beekeepers. Though today, these beekeepers have had a falling out with me and are locked up," Rommel gestured towards a row of particularly tall Vine houses on the right.

"There must be a great race too, and only a great commander can lead them," Liu flattered Rommel hypocritically, while feeling a secret glee inside—Without bringing an extra Ant Cow, if he hadn’t claimed adherence to not eating the food of his enemies, how could Rommel possibly bring him to the beehive chambers? What are the royal arrow bees? The royal arrow bees were his prime target inside a big rolled-up bundle he was determined to get! This damned military camp was too expansive; if he didn’t find these royal arrow bees and move them quickly, it would be troublesome.

After feasting on honey juice, Rommel took Liu out of the military camp, without accompanying servants, each wearing an old, worn cloak.

Once the two prominent figures shed their trappings of ostentation and wealth, they instantly became unremarkable commoners.

The night in Kalimantan was enveloped in noise and bustle.

The gentle evening breeze carried the sweet scent of apples and grapes grown outside the city, filling the air above the entire city. Due to the Pot Festival, countless traders from out of town rode richly adorned camels, followed by a throng of servants and attendants, slowly making their way through the prosperous and lavish city streets, scattering the crisp, jingling sound of camel bells.

Rommel introduced them all to Liu— the people in red cotton garments were Yindus, experts at weaving the most beautiful carpets; the men with upturned mustaches were Yindus, skilled both at crafting aphrodisiacs and training snakes; the blond, fair-skinned people were from Wo Tower, their spices and winemaking techniques were the best in the Desert World; the hooked-nose people were Moya, who had learned to make glass mirrors when most women in the world were still using river water for makeup; the beautiful women clothed in plain garments with blue-stained eyebrows were Gelan. They were the most exquisite dancers, with waists more supple than serpents and eyes stickier than honey. A well-trained Gelan dancer commanded prices of over a thousand Gold Coins, with the price doubling if she was a virgin.