Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 249 - 43 Madness_1

Chapter 249: Chapter 43 Madness_1

"Everyone, stop!" Cui Beixi spread her arms to shield Liu Zhenhan and Vieri.

"Don’t stand in my way, coach." Liu Zhenhan spat out the cigar from his mouth, the last puff of smoke trapped in his belly.

"Witch Doctor! Monk!" Helen called nervously.

The old deer-headed man by the river bank was clutching his abdomen in pain, groaning as he collapsed to the ground. Despite having his kidney sack removed, the old deer-headed man did not die on the spot. The human mercenaries clearly intended to make him suffer more. They expertly avoided the main artery when they cut him open. It seems they often did such things.

A few green party Mantis Monks and the Witch Doctor Nochadamas had followed the militia from the bamboo forest. Hearing the innkeeper’s cry, they hurried over, trying to treat the wounds of the poor deer-headed man.

"My Lord! I beg you, let us pass!" Vieri’s words quivered with fear.

"No mischief allowed!" Cui Beixi scolded, pointing at Liu Zhenhan’s nose.

"Vieri, are you still the brainless bear-man?" The snake woman tutor turned to the bear-man.

"Wait a moment, my Lord!" The bear-man grabbed Liu Zhenhan’s arm as he tried to push past the tutor.

The bear-man had been part of the official circles for a while, and the cold wind and the scolding from his previous followers had made him suddenly wake up.

That’s how Beamon thinks - when agitated, they can forget anything, but a little clarity can remind them of the consequences.

Should he clash with the upper-echelon human traders, it wouldn’t just be a minor baron like Lord Richard who would face trouble, but even an earl like Cui Beixi.

He had just watched his Pier Race vassals brutally killed and humiliated by humans, which had filled him with rage.

Those deer-headed slaves belonged to the humans, and their lives were at the mercy of their masters.

Moreover, the humans who bought the slaves were accompanied by Beamon army officers from the Northeast Province. Relations between the human slave masters and the governor were clearly more than a small Feilengcui Lord could contest.

"I’ll go alone!" Vieri insisted.

"What’s the matter with you? You big fool, Vieri?" Liu Zhenhan looked at his bear-man follower in surprise.

"My Lord, if we follow them and start a fight with the humans, it will be hard to contain." Bear-man Vieri looked at his Lord with some difficulty. He didn’t want to drag his Lord into trouble because of his impulsiveness.

"I know it’s difficult to contain, so I don’t plan to contain it at all." Liu Zhenhan laughed.

"You mean..."

"You’ll know when you follow." Liu Zhenhan said coldly.

The Panda Warriors nearby all nodded in agreement, displaying their demon hunting tridents.

"Ask what you should, and don’t ask what you shouldn’t." Gude stuffed half-eaten bamboo into his pocket.

"None of you are allowed to go! Listen to me, Richard..." Cui Beixi became anxious and grabbed Liu Zhenhan’s arm.

"You have slaves, too, don’t you? What are bear goblins and ogres in your eyes? Would you offend the Governor of the Northeast because of such slaves?" The snake woman eyed an impatient Liu Zhenhan.

"No."

"These people of the Deer Tribe hold the same status in the eyes of some Beamon nobles as these bear goblins and ogres in your eyes! These slaves are a reward for the Shalba Trading Group from Dorott for helping us build five weapons workshops!" Cui Beixi became anxious.

"I understand the logic you’re explaining, but I don’t want to listen now," Liu Zhenhan said. "I only know that Vieri has handed over his followers to the Northeast Nobility Institute and dedicated everything to the god of war, but that doesn’t mean he agrees to pay with the freedom of his vassal clan, understand? If so, I would rather have Vieri abandon his knight status!"

"In Beamon, it is strictly prohibited to degrade innocent civilians into slaves. But these deer-headed people are different, they are born into the slave household." Cui Beixi explained in a hurry.

"Born into the slave household? There’s a race in Beamon that’s forever enslaved?" Liu Zhenhan looked at Vieri. Being a vassal of the Pier Race, Vieri should know this best.

"They are Musketeers of the Deer Tribe." Vieri nodded, "They are perpetual slaves."

"Musketeers? A branch of the Deer Tribe, like the giraffe people? And there’s such a thing as perpetual slaves? Why??"

"Yes." Cui Beixi said: "During the Heigar Battle, our Beamon House Centaur Archer Corps was home to a distinguished battalion - The Divine Archers of Deer Tribe Musketeers. Musketeers are born with ’shot’ in their names; they are the finest innate Divine Archers, just like Elves. Just like rhino poets inherently have artistic cells, the most distinguished ’Divine Archer Jechin’ in all of Beamon mostly came from Musketeer Archer battalions."

"How did these honorable soldiers become despicable slaves?" Liu Zhenhan looked at the rescued elder Musketeer, frowning.

"It’s a long story. Toward the end of the Heigar Battle, our Beamon Kingdom readied the most elite Divine Archers for an ambush within the Thunder Mountain Range forests. They were to sneak attack the terrifyingly powerful human Mage squad. If this ambush were successful, we Beamon might have readjusted the tides of the battle..."

"Why did the ambush fail?" Liu Zhenhan already knew the result, but he still asked.