Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 227 - 34 The Wind of Culture Blows on the Wasteland_2

Chapter 227: Chapter 34 The Wind of Culture Blows on the Wasteland_2

"Which Lord Pier do you serve under?" Liu Zhenhan’s eyes darted around rapidly.

"My Lord, it’s like this, we, the hippopotamus poets, must return to the water once a day; otherwise, our skin will dry out and crack. Our original lord had been transferred to the Southern Cross Star Forest, where there’s no significant river, we were not able to be moved along with him and hence severed ties with him. We have been wandering along the bank of the Sanggan River since then, using our poetry to dress up the wilderness, complement the wilderness, and praise the wilderness - - - this nurturing motherland of our Bimon race. It’s our custom to consume red soil once a year. I was just in the water, and I wanted to admire the beauty of the young lady. I had no ill intentions! You see, poets have an impulse to compose poetry when they encounter beautiful things, and I’m no exception. Holy Maria!" Hippopotamus-man O’Neal’s eyes were darting around the lord. It was clear that this lord was not one of those easy-going Bimons, and he was a little worried about how he would handle any unreasonable demands from the lord. He regretted making a grimacing smile at the girl earlier.

"Since you live in the Sanggan River, you should be considered members of the Aquatic Race. Why hasn’t the kingdom drafted you into the army? The kingdom’s marine force only consists of two groups, the Model’s Turtleman and the Zodanu’s Frogmen. Your stature is far more robust than theirs. Even amongst the warriors of the Sea Clan, rarely anyone is as strong as you." Liu Zhenhan smirked.

"My Lord, did you forget already? We hippopotamuses are members of the House Tribe, just like the snail people of the Buer Tribe. Our organization only considers the ones inside the tribe. The House Tribe doesn’t produce warriors; all the adult males of the Centaur Tribe are the kingdom’s best archers and hunters. We hippos are rather unlucky. Our figures are oversized, so any bow we try to draw breaks; hence, we are excluded from the selection of archers. Regrettably, when I was young, I dreamed of becoming a ’Divine Archer Zheqin’." O’Neal sighed.

"Divine Archer Zheqin" is a title reserved for Bimon Army’s most outstanding archers. Like "Troll Hunter," it’s synonymous with being a warrior. Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of a hippopotamus drawing a bow, its fat jiggling.

"My Lord, you see..." O’Neal mumbled.

"Are these all your tribesmen?" Liu Zhenhan asked, pointing behind him.

"Some elderly, weak, women and children are still on their way in the river. We have a smaller population, just over three hundred. A little red soil is enough for us." O’Neal kept nodding and bowing. The gaze of the lord began to appear a little deceptive, he had no choice but to submit.

After all, this is the only place with red soil, he had no choice but to succumb.

"Holy Maria ~ When a Bimon is under a low roof, he must lower his head." O’Neal composed a small poem on the spot expressing his current mood.

"I can afford to feed three hundred. You don’t have to wander anymore, consider this place as your home. The Red Soil Plateau has been officially named Faelen Sui City by the kingdom, everything south of the Sanggan River belongs to your lord, Richard Zhenhan Liu. I am giving you two choices, either you give up your habit of eating the red soil or you join me." Liu Zhenhan pinched O’Neal’s belly: "You need to lose weight."

"Holy Maria ~ You’re forcing us! My Lord!" O’Neal rolled his eyes.

"Absolutely! It’s force!" Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily and poked O’Neal with his "Dense Array".

Looking at the group of cross-eyed Bimon militiamen and their rock-like bulging muscles, O’Neal gave up all hope.

"If you don’t agree to this, I’m gonna regret it. Go back where you came from." Liu Zhenhan was getting impatient.

The hippos stared back furiously; this coercive arrogance was undoubtedly an affront to the poets’ sense of self-respect.

"My mentor is Helen, the kingdom’s only war beast priest. If you have any objections or want to complain to the Noble Inspection Court, feel free to mention her name!" Liu Zhenhan pulled Helen over, pointing at the eye-catching silver Medusa badge on the little fox’s chest.

The Hippo poets were all flabbergasted.

The silver Medusa badge is something only a Sub-dragon priest possesses! The golden Medusa badge is owned only by Lord Mourinho, the Fire Phoenix priest, in the entire kingdom.

"Holy Maria~ The beautiful priestess turned out to be Lady Helen from the legends! I’m so fortunate! Ever since hearing about you shaking up all of Witherspoon City, we, the hippopotamus poets, have wanted to praise your beauty and mightiness!" O’Neal fell to one knee with his hands spread out, he gazed at Helen with profound affection.

Guoguo, clutching her stomach, was laughing and rolling on the ground, pointing at O’Neal’s thick folds of belly fat.

Liu immediately gave Helen a significant look.

Helen couldn’t say no; she coughed twice and forced herself to say," Respected poet O’Neal, I am currently lacking followers, if you don’t mind..."

"Agreed, agreed. By the waters of Githe Maria, it’s an honor for our hippopotamus clan to follow Lady Helen!" O’Neal agreed instantly, throwing a defiant glance at Liu.

"Helen and I are a team, to follow her is to follow me. You better get over yourself." Liu is hugging his arms and laughing along with the militiamen.

The hippopotamuses grinned, all cheerfully gazing at Helen.

Helen nodded her head a little.

Only one thought is left in O’Neal’s mind - I’ve boarded a ship of thieves.

"Our hippopotamus clan are natural bards, I hope you won’t deprive us of this hobby!" O’Neal quickly said, it’s obvious that this lord has no interest in art whatsoever.

"Sing your songs, as long as it helps me fight off bandits and thugs, I couldn’t care less even if you’re dancing the shaman’s dance!" Liu snickered, pointing towards Avril, "This is the boss lady."

"Beautiful Boss Lady, I am honored to be a part of Fei Lengcui." O’Neal gave a clumsy smile, stretching it ear to ear.

Avril smirked.

No need to say, another group with big bellies has arrived. Avril muttered under her breath.

"This is the young master and the young mistress." Liu pointed at Guoguo and a piglet on the ground.

"Young Master..." O’Neal bowed his head, stunned for a moment, almost burst out laughing. He felt a surge of retaliatory pleasure. Haha, you use the red clay to threaten us, by Githe Maria...hehe, your child is a beastkin...

The hippopotamuses were looking at Avril’s beautiful face, their eyes becoming ambiguous, and a few of them whispered into each other’s ears, pointing and discussing something.

Such looks of regret and a waste of a beauty.

Avril’s face turned red under their presumptuous gazes. Just as she was about to speak up in her defense, Katusha spun her small eyeballs around, waddled her small butt over to Avril’s feet, snuggled up to Avril’s skirt, and hummed sweetly.

Avril heaved a sigh, bent over to pick up the piglet. She knew that even if she jumped into the Sanggan River, she wouldn’t be able to clear this up.

Katusha smothered her with slobbery kisses.

"I’ll let your father spank you!" Avril kissed the little thing back.

"Richard, you bastard! Can’t you at least understand the concept of respecting others’ talents?" Helen whispered to Liu.

"Respecting others’ talents my ass!" Liu responds.

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