Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1244 - 342: Wife

Chapter 1244: Chapter 342: Wife

Richard was startled by the words, then he let out a breath of relief.

"What Rudd Giants, they’re just Napoleonic Giants!" But aren’t the chances of the Buddha Giants producing Napoleonic Giants a bit too high?

The strength of a Napoleonic Giant is greater than that of ordinary Giants. "Rudd Giants" are derived from the ten-meter-tall Buddha Giant clan, how formidable must their power be? Napoleonic Giants also possess special abilities that ordinary Giants do not have. Iverson’s "Condensed Flame Sword" can almost cut through any metal, which is a prime example. It must be assumed that the Napoleonic little Giants among the Buddha Giants are even cooler than Iverson!

Further considering the prayer healing abilities that every member of the Buddha Giant clan possesses, it’s no wonder no one dares to provoke them. The combat power of Rudd Giants is already comparable to Flying Lizards, which means they can rival Giant Dragons. And with their fierce temper that hates evil, such extreme warriors on the Aegean Continent are not to be trifled with; anyone seeking to provoke them must be prepared to pay with their life.

"No matter how tough the Rudd Giants are, they’re still not a match for you, right? My dear Rommel, when it comes to toughness, you’re the toughest!" Richard jeered sarcastically, "Your mind is cunning, your methods are ruthless; to the Buddha Giants, you’re nothing!"

"I’m blushing just listening to you!" Rommel chuckled, "If it weren’t for the passing of that ’Rudd Giant’ from the Buddha Giants, I wouldn’t dare to rashly provoke them! Because the Rudd Giant was just as fond of war as you! Untouchable!"

"You really are wicked, taking advantage of others in their time of need!" Richard sighed.

"Don’t talk about me like that, I’m also helpless. I knew these Buddha Giants ten years ago, for so many years they have consistently refused to join my army. I can’t send every injured soldier to their valley for treatment, can I?" Rommel also sighed, "So I had to take advantage of the passing of their ’Rudd Giant’ when I got the chance!"

"The Buddha Giants probably never dreamed that an old friend would turn out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing!" Richard laughed out loud.

"What kind of wolf in sheep’s clothing am I? You’re the one! You chatted with them so merrily, even earnestly inviting them to your territory, and the Buddha Giants actually agreed! Do you know how jealous I am? For ten years! You can’t imagine how kind I’ve been to them, and to think that they agreed so readily to your deceive!"

Rommel let out a string of cold laughs.

"Stop showing off!" Richard was so annoyed that he twisted his mouth, "Isn’t it the Buddha Giants who are helping you set me up now? What’s the point of eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"My dear Richard, don’t you ever say that! The Buddha Giants definitely aren’t helping me set you up!" Rommel spoke proudly, "Miss Ji Sikaibi and you are a match made in heaven! I forgot to tell you, you were the first man to lift Miss Ji Sikaibi’s veil, so from now on, she’s your wife."

"What are you talking about?" Richard was baffled, "Whoever lifts their veil first is their man?"

"You idiot!" Rommel looked at him as if he were looking at a champion of the Olympic Idiot’s Convention, "Haven’t you noticed that every desert woman wears a veil over her face? Even the most lascivious Lioness has never shed this veil!"

"I’m a bit lost, can you explain more clearly?" Richard grinned.

"A desert woman’s veil may only be lifted by her beloved man. If you lift a virgin’s veil, it means you’ve become her man! She’ll either follow you for life, kill you, or commit suicide—those are the only three options!" Rommel smiled broadly, "In Taklamago Desert, no man dares to casually lift a woman’s veil, just like on the Aegean Continent, no one would dare to rashly pull down a woman’s pants! You’re a nobleman, you should understand what rape means, right?"

"Bullshit! Can veils even be compared to pants?" Richard was indeed finding it hard to laugh or cry.

"Do you understand customs? This is the custom of the desert! Do women on the Aegean Continent walk the streets without pants?" Rommel laughed even harder, "Please don’t tell me you would dare to pull down a young girl’s undergarments anywhere in the Bimon Kingdom! If you did that, I think the young girl would have no fourth option besides killing you, following you, or committing suicide, right?"

"This is some fucked up custom!" Richard, red-faced with anger, rattled his chains violently.

Laughter erupted in the cell, accompanied by the curses of Mudfoot Giants and the mutterings of Buddha Giants.

"My dear Richard, did I force you to lift Miss Ji Sikaibi’s veil?" Rommel crushed his cigar stub underfoot and bowed with the utmost gentlemanly flair, "The Buddha Giants cherish life; they would never kill themselves, nor kill others, so after you lifted Miss Ji Sikaibi’s veil, her only option is to be your wife! Richard, there’s no way you can shirk it!"

Richard was dumbfounded.

A Giant Lolita as his wife? Suddenly, Richard had a hallucination—He felt fangs emerging from his mouth, his body covered with muscles of strange shapes, flames representing Hell ignited behind him, his hands turned into demon claws, and he stood among decay and blood-soaked ruins, laughing sinisterly.