Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1233 - 336: Endurance Has Its Limits_2

Chapter 1233: Chapter 336: Endurance Has Its Limits_2

"I gifted you twelve Gelan dancers, captured from the Gelan royal court when I stormed it," Rommel emphasized to Liu Shock. "Their veils have never been removed by anyone and are the kind prone to double the price. These royal performers, known as courtesans, have been nourished from childhood solely on camel milk, honey, and roses, giving them skin soft enough to break with a blow and a body that exudes a unique fragrance. You’ve seen the golden bells on their bodies; those aren’t worn temporarily like other dancers but are pierced through like the rings on the noses of your Beamon Tauren. With the slightest movement, it creates a soul-stirring, bone-corroding ring. I bet the Gelan Sultan is furious. He didn’t even have the chance to enjoy them himself before I took them all."

"You and I aren’t so different!" Liu Shock bellowed with laughter. "Others plunder and offer their loot to the king first; I always keep it for myself."

"I’ve given my share too, but it was useless. Instead, it got me pulled into battles more frequently," Rommel chuckled. "So now, I’ve learned to be wiser."

"It’s peculiar that since these dancers are so beautiful, why didn’t you..." Liu’s expression turned somewhat suggestive, with Guoguo and the little parrot perched on his shoulder, squinting at Rommel, their ears perked high.

"I don’t like women," Rommel’s face flushed red.

"Brother!" Liu Shock patted Rommel’s shoulder gravely. "You really need to get that cured."

"You don’t understand. A Shadow Series Spell caster like an Imam, apart from his own shadow, will not fall in love with anyone else," Rommel turned away, gazing at the bustling streets and spoke distantly.

"After all that, it’s just an ineffective magic," Liu Shock guffawed.

"What did you say? Say that again," Rommel narrowed his eyes menacingly at the old rogue, his look mingling ferocity with annoyance turned to rage.

"Silly—says you’re no good—" the parrot squawked mockingly, "—no good—"

"Shadow Series Spell is a variant form of the Light Illusion Spells, a very potent magic. Among the Imams who practice this magic, they’re called ’Scripture Imams.’ Currently, only I and my mentor, Master Manali, possess this ability," Rommel’s grim gaze fixed on the proud parrot preening itself, then slowly shifted to Liu Shock’s face. "In my lifetime, I hate nothing more than those who insult my mother, my mentor. If you want to test my patience, feel free."

Liu Shock had never heard of a "Scripture Imam." In previous captives’ confessions, there was no such rank within the Imam’s guild, but Rommel didn’t seem to be lying.

Could this guy truly be one? Liu Shock wondered silently. The guy looked like his scales had been reversed; his expression changed drastically.

"Did you hear what I said?" Rommel asked imperiously.

"Give it a rest," Liu Shock responded impatiently. "If you want to do something, do it now; otherwise, stop blathering! I’ve already heard enough of your tall tales on the road. Watch your tongue, or it might slip!"

Among the Imams who could uncover the secrets of Light Illusion, at least a Monastic Imam’s rank is required, equivalent to the rank of a Magic Teacher in Aegean, revealing the possible extent of Rommel’s magical prowess.

However, even if Rommel were a Saint Chiao, he couldn’t intimidate Liu Shock.

"You know what? I’ve always disliked you!" Rommel stared at Liu Shock. "I’ve realized this dislike has grown even stronger!"

"Is that so?" Liu Shock evaluated Rommel, chuckling lightly. "I don’t dislike you at all. Practice magic for another five hundred years, and maybe you’ll be qualified for me to dislike you."

Sparks flew as their gazes collided—one fierce, the other defiant.

Through their extended interactions, neither had volunteered to test each other’s strength.

It wasn’t due to cowardice or weakness. One was a favored son of heaven, and the other a darling of fate; they were never of the same ilk. Their extremely contrasting statuses had already bred irreconcilable differences between them.

From the day their inherently exploitative alliance was formed, it was destined to be malformed.

A direct confrontation between them was inevitable; both Liu Shock and Rommel were well aware of this.

Due to the intricate entanglement of interests, both sides had instinctively avoided any early confrontation, knowing that if a fight were to start, not one could back down, much like two bulls in heat, circling with red eyes. Should they crash head-on, they would be inseparable.

But today’s circumstances seemed a bit out of control.

On the bustling cobblestone street, every passerby automatically steered clear of them, glancing back in alarm.

The passersby were completely shocked by the murderous intent and hostility bursting forth from beneath their cloaks.

Rommel’s hands slowly clenched, creaking audibly.

"Look at you, unable to take a joke..." Liu Shock burst into laughter again. "But don’t forget to focus on the bigger picture! You still need to seek revenge against the Bimon Kingdom."