Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1428 - 410 Inferior Thug_2

Chapter 1428: Chapter 410 Inferior Thug_2

A high-level mage should have grasped the knack for short-term concealing of Magic Fluctuations, but our Saint Chiao, lying in bed, derives all his magic power from clever tricks and deception. With his poor understanding of magic, he’s obviously not up to comprehending such profound knowledge.

"How can this be?" Mourinho was stunned, "You can’t even disguise your own Elemental Fluctuation?"

"You’re asking me? Who should I ask? I’m a self-taught mage!"

"You’re joking! If you and Guoguo don’t disguise your elemental vibrations, would the Hell Black Dragon still be fooled? Have you ever heard of any Giant Dragon on the Aegean Continent daring to challenge a Saint Level Mage?"

"Damn!" Richard helplessly spread his hands: "You can’t blame me! I’ve always been straightforward, this kind of meticulous task is really new to me!"

"I kept you here to handle emergencies, I didn’t expect you...." Mourinho was a bit exasperated and amused, "I feel like this plan might have some flaws."

"You’re not going to send me back to Eruni, are you?" Richard pointed at his nose: "Got an Elves cloak? Just lend me one to wear!"

"An Elves cloak can’t suppress your strong aura!" The chief priest frowned for a long while and gritted his teeth: "If it’s really not working, you might have to go back to Eruni."

"After all the effort I’ve put in, you’re sending me back now? That’s not okay!" Richard asked reluctantly: "Can’t I just hide in a Space Ring? You can wear the ring!"

"The elemental fluctuations of magic artifacts are fixed, just like a person’s fingerprint! The Hell Black Dragon has dealt with you more than once; do you think their memory is that poor? Who in the Donau Wasteland doesn’t know you own the Seven-degree Golden Spatial Ring? Isn’t this just openly revealing your identity?" Mourinho shook his head: "I was even planning on having Mari lay low!"

"Mari? Just because his ’Arrow of Eruni’s Kiss’ has faced off against the Black Dragon before?" Richard asked with raised eyebrows and a skewed eye.

"Son, I have to be cautious!" Mourinho pulled out a flamboyant wax mask, reminiscent of Peking opera face paint, and lowered it onto his face.

The wax mask wriggled strangely, and when Mourinho looked up again, he had transformed into a handsome, albeit ordinary-looking, elves man.

Needless to say, this mask is the famous "Performer’s Mask", a top-tier disguise equipment, a treasure coveted by thieves.

"Wings." Richard pointed at the back of the chief priest.

Mourinho smiled, turned around, and quietly instructed a Teutonic Soldier.

The Teutonic Soldier immediately ran up the treehouse post, fetched several large purple cloaks, and helped Mourinho into one.

"I’m very confident this time! But we always need to consider all aspects, and I’m prepared for the worst. In case something goes wrong, look at my current appearance, which fallen elf can they blame?" The chief priest adjusted his cloak and chuckled, "Right now, I’m just an elf."

"A teacher is indeed a teacher; you think of everything." Richard smacked his lips, vigorously giving a thumbs up: "No wonder you drove everyone out! There’s not a single familiar face, even if things get leaked, the fallen elves won’t know it was done by our Beamon! Smart!"

"That’s the worst-case scenario, after all, we’re dealing with four Black Dragons." Mourinho thoughtfully shook his head, sighed, then turned and yelled at all those present who were not of elf descent: "Hurry up everyone, time to retreat!"

"You better get moving too, come back later." Mourinho told Richard.

"Damn!" Richard kicked a bare rock on the ground into smithereens.

"Wait a minute!" Mourinho suddenly stopped Richard, put his hand to his forehead to think, and commanded two Teutonic Soldiers: "You two, bring over the Flame Devil!"

"Richard, I’ve figured out a way for you to stay." Mourinho added.

"Oh?" Richard’s gaze once again collided with the helplessly wandering eyes of Enrida.

"How to stay?" Old Liu looked curiously at Mourinho, then glanced at Enrida.

If it weren’t for Enrida already being sealed by the "Wind Runes Puppet Chains", Liu Zhenhan would definitely suspect that he was under some sort of bewitchment like "Ultimate Bewitchment".

He thought about it himself and felt it was a bit eerie; every time he made eye contact with this little girl, a feeling of kinship grew stronger, a feeling that was quite calm and warm.

Guoguo held up a string of rime iced dew, leaning on the edge of the box and tiptoed to deliver it to Enrida’s lips.

"It’s delicious, thank you," Enrida smiled sweetly at Guoguo: "You are so kind to me, no one has ever been this nice to me before!"

Guoguo carefreely turned the rime iced dew and slurped a mouthful herself.

"Damn!" Liu Zhenhan’s face turned pale instantly, and Mourinho was also stunned.

Guoguo and Enrida took turns sipping, enjoying themselves, making Old Liu and Mourinho’s eyes pop out.

"It can’t be non-toxic, can it?" Liu Zhenhan nudged the old swan, "Your Archer went through all that trouble and didn’t even use poisoned arrows!"

"Nonsense! We have professionals, how could they not detect the presence of toxins? Her blood indeed contains strong poisons!" Mourinho scratched his head frantically, "What’s going on? Why would there be no poison in her saliva? That shouldn’t be the case!"

Guoguo glared at Mourinho demonstratively and actually leaned in to give Enrida a flurry of kisses on her lips.

"Little snail has another wife now~ Little snail has another wife now~" the little parrot squawked silly on Old Liu’s shoulder, shaking its big cheeks.

"Interesting," the old swan laughed, "Guoguo is clearly conducting an experiment for me, trying to tell me Enrida is not the Poison Flame Demon King!"

Guoguo giggled foolishly, nodding repeatedly at Mourinho.

"Since Enrida claimed to be a Poison Phoenix, her saliva should contain poison," Mourinho twisted Guoguo’s chubby cheeks and chuckled: "Little creature, with this proof, I’m now even more suspicious of this Enrida!"

"It is a bit weird," Liu Zhenhan chuckled as well.

"Actually, I have noticed it earlier; she seems to get along quite well with you and Guoguo," Mourinho glanced at Old Liu, "But I must remind you, a magical beast over ten thousand years old pretending to be young is never a good sign."

"Looking at her, I feel like I’m seeing a long-lost relative, as if... as if I have amnesia, vaguely remembering, that’s the feeling!" Liu Zhenhan wiped his nose, laughing self-deprecatingly, "This feeling is really amusing."

"Being able to discover your destiny through a look, maybe it happens once in a lifetime! Your eyes looking at this Flame Devil as if looking at a relative, could very well mean she is the battle god’s magical pet gifted especially for you!" Mourinho laughed, "I know you currently have no magical pet."

"Is she a Flame Devil or a Poison Phoenix?" Liu Zhenhan sighed deeply, "Master, don’t say that, if you continue, wouldn’t I have to save her?"

"Whether she’s a Flame Devil or a Poison Phoenix isn’t important anymore! Once her magic power is fully grafted, she will just be a normal little girl! You just need to take good care of her then, you don’t really need a battle magical pet anyway." Mourinho sighed, "If it weren’t necessary to help the Flower Elf to rescue the friend of the War God, even if she was a prehistoric demon beast, I’d risk opening the chains myself and let you try taming her!"

No sooner had he finished speaking, Mourinho suddenly lifted his sleeve and sprayed a sharp and quick mist toward Enrida’s face.

A dizzyingly intoxicating orchid fragrance immediately permeated throughout.

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