Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1504 - 486: Psychic Magic (Part 2)

Chapter 1504: Chapter 486: Psychic Magic (Part 2)

"Give me one too!" Ibrahim yelled from afar.

After a while, Xiao Bei returned with a frown, clutching a more than half-smoked cigar butt in his hand.

"Where is Moer? Went DJing with the Gabriel Demon Butterfly at He Dong again? The music’s ’bang bang bang’ just gives me a headache! Richard too, he even took twelve Gelan dancers over there to join in her madness, not considering that she just woke up a few days ago!" The old dragon kept grumbling while slurping down rice bamboo porridge.

"Once Richard gains mental power, he might be able to awaken Avril. Then you’ll be even more annoyed. She’s another little demon who thrives on chaos," Ning Yu said, walking in with Ji Sikaibi and Joan of Arc, and taking a seat opposite the elder.

"How much longer for Richard?" The old dragon sniffed hard: "I’ve got to settle his affairs with Joan of Arc, Fei Wenli, and Qian Qian before he heads to the Demon World! I’ve thought it through, if Treizegar of Caiyu City and old Horielle refuse us, then I’m not helping them relocate the natives from South Cross Star!"

"It’d be great if you dared to say that to Lord Mourinho," Ning Yu half-joked and half-teased her own father.

"Jose has a different temperament from others. It’s one thing to talk tough behind his back, but facing him, there are things you really can’t bring yourself to say," Elder Andulan said with a wry smile: "Me, bluntly asking for a marriage alliance? I really can’t do that. Asking Cui Beixi for help, now that’s more likely; they have a good relationship and can talk."

"By the way, Dad, in a month, Lady Cui Beixi’s egg will be hatching. Shouldn’t we prepare some gifts in advance?" Ning Yu asked the elder: "After all, she’s Helen’s mentor, what do you think we should send, Dad?"

"The thought counts more than the gift itself! Why not send a two-foot-long red ribbon and be done with it!" The old dragon was livid: "What bad luck to have Medusa as a relative. Fieren Jade City isn’t a gold mine, and the Overlord’s house doesn’t have surplus grain! We have to give gifts when the egg hatches, and give another when it’s nurtured; two gifts for one occasion! Obischillaci!"

"When Fei Wenli gets pregnant in the future, we can receive gifts twice too, right?" Ning Yu couldn’t help but both cry and laugh: "Besides, if Qian Qian, Moer, Daisy, and Nana get pregnant later, they’ll also lay eggs first and then nurture them. Won’t others have to give us gifts twice as well?"

"Eh?" The old dragon’s eyes lit up: "Xiao Yu, how about we let Richard take on two more concubines that lay eggs? We could collect more in terms of social obligations then!"

Ibrahim and Luna, who were listening on the side, broke out in a cold sweat down their spines. They couldn’t afford to delve into such precise calculations; looking closely at Richard’s obligations was indeed frightening.

Just as the old dragon was about to grumble some more, Master Stefano and Ibrahim slowly moved their chairs aside, stood shoulder to shoulder, turned around, and faced the room with sharp, focused eyes.

Seeing the two experts’ battle-ready stance, Elise and the elder of the Shepherd-tree People, Cruyff, stopped whispering at once, turning their heads to watch the entrance of the Overlord’s hall.

Elise’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her eyes narrowed.

"No need to hide any longer!" Master Stefano said with a cold laugh: "It’s not my first time seeing ’Concealing Form, Hiding Shadow’."

"This friend has such peculiar abilities and a strange Magic Element!" Elise clicked her tongue in wonder.

"This is the world’s most sinister magic," the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, remarked with a faint smile, looking at the Aegean Flower.

From behind the two doors, a black shadow stretched obliquely like spring soil being pushed up by bamboo shoots, slowly rising and violently trembling to form a gaunt human figure.

An lean and handsome man raised his eyebrows and flicked a rainbow-like bridge of Tarot Cards between his hands, then strode over confidently, hooked a chair with his foot, and flopped down nonchalantly, looking calm and composed.

"Who are you?" Elder Andulan stared at the handsome man in stupor, as the intense bloodshot in the man’s eyes sent chills down the elder’s spine.

"He is Rommel!" Princess Nancy, who had been silently watching the imperial live broadcast, had her dignified expression twisted the moment she turned around with everyone, and now she stared fiercely at the Desert Fox with a hoarse voice. Before the words had even settled, she casually grabbed a chair and hurled it at Rommel.

The ferocity of a scorned woman was evident from this alone.

A flash of golden light streaked by, and a fine pear wood chair was split into two halves mid-air. The two halves of the wooden chair were still separating in the air, dragging trails of splintered wood shavings while the wildly spinning Tarot card, undiminished in strength, headed straight for the princess’s face.

A chair appeared out of nowhere, knocking the Tarot card sideward in mid-air.

The delicate Elise held the arm of the chair with one hand, resting it on the ground, with a slight hint of admiration, she watched Mulan continue to shuffle the cards.

"Oh, it’s Helen’s big cousin." Elder Andulan shrugged his shoulders, continuing to lower his head to eat his dinner, and pointed to the doorway with his fork, vaguely telling Rommel, "For the sake of Helen, you’d better leave while you can!"

"Is this your fabled Feilengcui hospitality? I’ve just arrived and you’re already showing me the door?" Rommel cocked his head, fixing Elder Andulan with a lazy gaze.

"You should understand, no one has made a move because there is no need, not because they are afraid of you or any other reason." The old dragon smiled, firmly locking eyes with this brash mixed-blood Fawkes: "Richard always mentioned you, we knew you would come knocking sooner or later!"

"Of course, I would come!" Rommel’s gaze fell on the flustered Helen, and he said with a bitter smile, "Even if it’s just to see my beautiful cousin."

"Easy to come, but leaving might prove difficult." Ibrahim chuckled, waving his hand, and the two grand hall doors slammed shut automatically.

"I don’t know you or you." Rommel’s eyes darted between the Seven-Colored Dragon and Master Stefano, his gaze intense and powerful: "But I can be sure, both of you are deeply tied to the death of Instructor Manali!"

"Brother-in-law, your instructor died at my hands!" A shocking voice filtered in from outside, and any Elementalist could tell immediately that it was a pure transmission of mental power.

The door was kicked open with a clang, and there stood a shocking Liu with his muscular upper body bare, draped in a white shirt, a large cigar emitting swirls of smoke between his lips, picking his ear with a fingernail as he sauntered in from the outside.

"Is it over?" Elder Andulan asked with glee, "I thought I’d have to wait for you all night!"

"It’s over." Liu narrowed his eyes, glaring sharply at Elise: "Boss Elise, you lectured me with all those grand principles earlier, just to cheat me out of my Thunder Diamond! I’ll remember the favor you did me!"

"Stop slandering people! I told you before, acquiring psychic magic this time depends on luck, bad luck, and you’ll end up with nothing." Of course, Elise denied it.

Liu ignored her and waddled over to Rommel, stopping in front of him, sizing up the once handsome face.

This once handsome face had clearly lost much of its fullness, and the silver chain with the Kagaride Gem that used to hang at his waist was gone, as well as the fiery red fox tail at his back. The only thing unchanged was his gaze, still like a curved blade not yet wiped clean after a bloody battle.

"Where’s your Kagaride Gem? Why is it gone?" Liu asked in a puzzled tone.

"Because I’ve died once." Rommel stared back at Liu.

"Did I anger you to death once as well?" Liu’s scalp tingled. Could it be that there was really some connection with the blue-eyed Khmer giant ant and the Goddess Moni last time? After all, that beautiful giant ant had indeed said personally that both the Imams of the sacred text had died.

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