Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1574 - 483: Language Trap (Part 2)

Chapter 1574: Chapter 483: Language Trap (Part 2)

Here is the line-by-line English translation based on the context and tone specified:

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"Your Highness, you’re too tense!" The Witch King tapped his pipe, then laughed leisurely, "If you wish to command troops, I can help you achieve it without you having to vie for the position of Left Bank Heavenly King! Furthermore, I am still prepared to gift you ten Moka’s worth of ’Nau Platinum’!"

Liu Zhenhan’s limbs chilled instantly, his gaze turned hollow.

He was truly dumbfounded—a scenario so surreal, like the heavens dropping Lin Daiyu into his lap, but a stark naked Lin Daiyu, had completely blown his mind!

"Paul Newman, Your Majesty, doesn’t dare use you; I do! Because I believe that hearts are flesh and blood!" Clark Gable, His Majesty, continued with a tempting tone, "As for Jiabao, I have no concerns for her—I won’t even bother to spare a thought! The Demon World isn’t a domain owned by one Witch King; when we reclaim our homeland, the Aegean Continent, the future can wait for later discussions! I am offering this ’Nau Platinum’ worth ten Moka in exchange for your friendship! I believe it is worth it!"

"Your Highness, even a mutated Arcane Beast Knight regiment may not seem crucial amidst the Demon World’s total forces, but based on it, if you achieve unparalleled feats in war and brand yourself as a god of war idol, later on, as a True Martial Prince, you could establish your own house independently—that might not be a bad idea! If necessary, both myself and Bollywood Continent will stand as your most loyal allies!"

"Achieving war merits with my abilities is child’s play!" Liu Zhenhan’s excitement made his legs tremble uncontrollably—heaven has truly opened its eyes! Heaven has opened its eyes!

The muddled judgment of participants versus clarity for observers—Old Liu was neither a true Silver Eye nor a true Demon Clan member. Naturally, he understood what scheme this Witch King was plotting—politics, sheer politics!

This was different from Paul Newman, the other Witch King. His Majesty Clark Gable didn’t even wait for Old Liu to pledge hollow allegiance; instead, he straightforwardly presented irresistible conditions while indirectly stirring a disloyal ambition within a future True Martial Prince!

Without restrictions like Substitute Puppets—even agreeing to a "Heartfelt Contract"—it was all the more alluring to become a genuine True Martial Prince!

This isn’t so much a trap—it’s simply His Majesty Clark Gable’s mastery of linguistic artistry!

Clark Gable, His Majesty, presented an alternative path—a vastly different road!

No need to follow any particular Witch King; starting from scratch!

For anyone with strength and a hunger to rise above, this proposition was almost impossible to decline!

He spoke to Liu Zhenhan from the stance of an equal, appearing as a friend and helper, not as someone aloof and condescending!

Unlike Paul Newman, His Majesty, who was rigid and left little room for maneuver, directly throwing the True Martial Prince—real or not—into Jiabao’s embrace without question!

This Witch King clearly doesn’t believe in so-called love—"Sacrificing oneself silently so that the loved one may live better"? Such foolish notions belong solely to insipid, meaningless dreams spun in senseless novels; they have no place in reality!

Love is love; everything else belongs to its own category!

Love is inherently selfish; apart from exclusivity, words like "sharing" sound green and contemptuous!

Especially in today’s age, for an indomitable and unwavering man of iron and steel!

With your own power, bringing Jiabao under your control—is that not merely a matter of a single sentence?

Clark Gable, His Majesty, may not have said it outright, but his words carried unmistakable implications!

Any man, no matter how insignificant or impoverished he may be, would likely never tolerate the woman he loves being superior to him, looking down upon him with a condescending gaze!

Even more so for an unstoppable Silver Eye who single-handedly defeats three formidable Dreadlords!

With the extraordinarily generous promises and solid military backing of this Witch King, even if Liu Zhenhan were a mere counterfeit Silver Eye, he couldn’t help but feel stirred!

If Clark Gable’s efforts fail to win the True Martial Prince’s friendship, then that would truly be nonsense!

Ah, the human heart—how many people has it deceived? Liu Zhenhan smiled; he sincerely applauded this Witch King!

Such a character, such linguistic finesse—certainly beyond anything he could imitate!

If they shared a foxhole, Liu Zhenhan acknowledged that with his intellect, competing politically with someone of this caliber would inevitably result in him being unwittingly used—a hapless gun, knowingly walking into traps with a sense of resolve!

In adversity, transforming disadvantage into advantage with a mere spoken word—if not a heroic figure, who else could possess such profound strategy and keen insight?

Without a heartwide as massive waves engulfing the sky, who could casually offer priceless treasures like ’Nau Platinum’ as gifts and not even blink an eye?

"Your Majesty, with what you’ve said, I admit—I’m tempted!" Liu Zhenhan’s breathing grew heavy, akin to a male rhino fiercely mating, "However, I’m still confused—how can I command troops without being the Left Bank Heavenly King? Without the title of Duke, I refuse to climb slowly as a lowly grunt!"

"Since you’ve risen from the grassroots, you might not know this—True Martial Princes, though technically classified as harem titles, rank equally as Dukes and Heavenly Kings! In fact, they are second-tier Dukes! A prince can indeed join the military, but with two prerequisites! First, you might face subordinate dissent or deliberate provocations!" Clark Gable, His Majesty, laughed heartily, nearly losing his grip on his pipe. "But with your strength, that’s hardly a concern, wouldn’t you agree? Who would dare challenge someone like you? That’d be suicidal!"

"Princes are second-tier Dukes? On par with Dreadlords?" Liu Zhenhan held his breath, trembling all over. "What’s the second prerequisite? The second, what is it?"

"The second prerequisite is that, as the Queen’s lover, enlisting must receive her approval, as your Duke status is a harem rank. The Queen holds absolute control over you!" Clark Gable, His Majesty, poured himself a glass of wine from his flask. "In other words, you don’t have a voice of your own or freedom!"

"If Jiabao disagrees with me going to battle, wouldn’t I still end up humiliated?" Liu Zhenhan frowned.

"That depends on how you approach it. What I meant to say is—freedom always resides firmly in your hands!" The Witch King Clark Gable bit his pipe, leaned closer to Old Liu, clenched his fist, and spoke word by word, "I feel a kinship with you, Your Highness—why not take this chance to become sworn brothers? In that case, you’d be an adopted-prince instead! As a sworn prince, naturally, you are no longer bound by harem titles! Since you’re no longer part of the harem, you are free to decide any course of action. Even if Jiabao opposes, I have my argument: in facing a Holy War, we demon men should lead from the front gallantly. As the Bollywood Continent’s Sacred Martial Prince, if you volunteer for the Holy War, what grounds could Jiabao possibly have to prioritize personal desire over courage? True Martial and Sacred Martial—both titles of princes—favoring one over the other wouldn’t be consistent with the ancestral mandate, ’Facing the enemy unafraid, conquering the storms,’ decreed by the former king, right?"

Liu Zhenhan’s grin widened unbearably, unsure what to say anymore.

This Witch King was unbelievably cunning, to the point of even calculating Jiabao into the mix!

"My dear brother, my Second Lord, allow me as your elder brother to toast to your bright and illustrious future!" With a cheery smile, the Witch King raised his cup.

"Elder Brother!" Liu Zhenhan was deeply moved.

Obischillaci! Iskosmi! The Demon Clan’s old saying, "Who do you think you are? His Majesty Clark Gable?" was indeed profoundly wise! Liu Zhenhan threw back his head and drained his drink in one gulp.

"Pay homage to Sacred Martial Prince!" All the Demon Clan ministers in the hall, once tense and contentious, now bowed reverently, one by one.

"Rise!" Old Liu waved a large hand dismissively.

"Second Lord, since fate brought us together today as sworn brothers, it wouldn’t be right for me not to express my sincerity! I have an additional gift to present to you!" Clark Gable, His Majesty, smiled broadly as he loosened a water crystal seal locked with a gold chain from the hem of his robe and tossed it to a silent yet cold Six-winged Heavenly King.

"Bring the grand gift we captured and deliver it to my Second Lord. Also, retrieve half of the ’Nau Platinum’ stored in the treasury and bring it over." The Witch King gestured casually.

The icy-faced Six-winged Heavenly King nodded, turning to stride out of the hall.

"Atest, our Demon World’s acknowledged reigning Heavenly King, carried out the gift capture mission this time, so he didn’t execute the beheading tasks." Clark Gable, His Majesty, pointed at the mountain-like silhouette of the Six-winged Heavenly King, smacked his lips, and seemed to revel in emotional admiration.

"You’re too considerate, Elder Brother! What kind of gift required our Demon World’s top Heavenly King himself? Was it an Arcane Beast?" Liu Zhenhan wanted to hug this Witch King and plant a kiss—this guy was stupendously clever, adept at winning hearts, and outrageously kind!

"A fine blade for a worthy hero!" The Witch King raised his goblet again, laughing heartily. This time, the breadth of the Witch King’s arm movement sent a pungent underarm stench wafting, masked but still teased by richly fragrant sachets.

"A blade?"

"No, not a blade—but a beauty! A fine blade for a worthy hero, and a fair maiden for a mighty warrior!" Clark Gable, His Majesty, was a character of delight. "With your dual-prince status, Second Lord, you should naturally have at least one graceful and exquisite maid by your side! By the way, let me remind you—you should stop mingling with those Z-grade adventurer friends. It’s unbefitting of your rank! Do you know who you are now? You’re a dual-class prince!"

Liu Zhenhan nodded repeatedly and agreed sincerely.

"Don’t worry! Jiabao’s jealousy is renowned across the continents, but if she dares harm the maid I’ve gifted you, I’ll simply send you twice as many beautiful maids—until she grows tired of killing them!" Clark Gable laughed to himself thinking it over, "Though, to be honest, she might not even muster that courage!"

"How dare she?! Let her try such madness!" Liu Zhenhan, his fury blazing, erupted like volcanic magma.

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