Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 391 - 85 The Vanity Fair_3

Chapter 391: Chapter 85 The Vanity Fair_3

"Understood." Count Totti was a smart man.

"Can your wings still fly?" the old model asked the Count kindly.

"Thank you for your concern, I’ll be back soon." The Count stood up with the help of the stretcher, his pitch-black wings rolled up behind him suddenly unfurled.

"Get a complete set of clothes for the Count. Richard, escort this honoured guest." The Great Shaman said to Liu Zhenhan.

"This guy is definitely not a good person, we should kill him." Liu Zhenhan brought the count back to the cave and began complaining as soon as he entered.

"Richard, come and sit next to me." The Great Shaman patted a crude-looking bamboo chair next to him.

Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows but still sat down.

"Ever since Lady Cui Beixi secretly informed me that you invented the War Song Scroll and learned that you have four Golden Figures, I have placed great hope in you! This expectation even surpassed that for Helen." Master Qi Dan said with a smile: "Child, do not think I am opportunistic, but that’s just the way of life."

"Understandable," Liu Zhenhan smiled and said, "That’s life indeed."

"Honestly, I have considered killing this Valenbuer traitor, but his uncle, Count Capello, is the Prime Minister of Dorott. Now, with the Duke of Dorott seriously ill, Capello is in charge of both the army and the government. If we kill Totti, his uncle Capello will definitely seek revenge. How many troops does the regular army of Dorott have? An entire ten thousand! If we don’t kill him, we have to help him fight against the Danze Family. Perhaps they are already preparing to attack Fellncui to seize the beauties. How many people are in the Danze Family’s "Tornado" mercenary group? Ten thousand! Moreover, Thomas is a holy knight and has a relationship with the Saint Paul Church. He currently only has 10,000 troops in our Northeast Province!" Master Qi Dan said with open arms: "Among these two families, we must definitely have a battle with one of them! Now we need to pick one."

"Can the Southeast Province and the Northwest Province on the Donau Wasteland not even beat a small duchy like Dorott?" Liu Zhenhan laughed.

"Richard, there are some things I can tell you now." The old model face became solemn, "First answer me, what is the purpose of fighting a war?"

"To be blunt, it’s just about money." Liu Zhenhan said.

"Correct!" The Great Shaman’s face was filled with satisfaction: "Logistics need money! Supplies need money! War reparations need money! Every war is built by money. If we kill this batman, we will definitely have to go to war with the Shalba Family from Dorott. If the Chancellor Capello mobilizes the troops to fight against us, it will become a war between two countries! And what is the fight happening in Fellncui now? To put it bluntly, it’s just a fight between some human bandits and Fellncui’s territorial militia, far from a recognized war of aggression. You understand the principle of ’the swift soldier is the superior one’ right? As for the current Beamon Kingdom, the King, the Temple, and the Elderly Senate are in a three-way split. Each party is actually at odds, restraining each other. Our temple is just a symbol of the divine power, and we must report the mobilization of troops to the army, which is reviewed by the king. Can you imagine how long this takes?"

"But if they start the fight, we surely cannot just not fight back?" Liu Zhenhan looked at the Great Shaman, frowning.

"In theory, that is true, but the Donau Wasteland is thousands of miles wide. Even if we start to fight back, Fellncui would already be destroyed by the war, don’t you think?"

"I don’t chirp until spring comes. What bug dares to sing first? If anyone wants to take Fellncui, I wonder if he will have a good mouthful of teeth!" Liu Zhenhan laughed wildly.

"Don’t get cocky just yet, listen to me as I explain some things in detail. The power structure in the Beamon Kingdom is not as simple as you think. Besides the various powerful families, let me tell you about the composition of the current three major power organizations. We won’t talk about the Elderly Senate, which is composed of a bunch of old, mediocre men who, apart from knowing how to balance power, barely have any other suggestions. In our temple, the current Red Priest of the Main Temple in Sabak is a Tiger Man from the Taige Clan. The Taige Clan and the Rhine Tribe, both known as the royal families, have always been strong contenders for the throne. Our current Beamon King, Grecke Sal, is a Lion Man from the Rhine Clan. Our king is truly wise and brave! Precisely because he is wise and brave, he has extra things to worry about. Can you imagine if the King is from the Rhine Tribe, and the highest Red Priest in the temple happens to be from the Taige Clan, which the Rhine Tribe is most worried about and cautious about, how awkward the temple is in right now." The Great Shaman sighed: "The King has already suggested to the Elderly Senate to abolish the system of followers and territorial rights for the priests more than once. The King believes that since we are the servants of the war god, we should be protected and maintained by the state. If that’s the case, what would we priests become? Machines created solely for war?"

"Every ruler always wants power in their own hands. This is understandable." After a smack of his lips, Liu Zhenhan asked without hesitation, "I’ve seen the portrait of the red-clothed High Priest hanging in the Northeast Temple. That old guy is a Tiger Man from the Taige Clan? He looks like an old eggplant, is that what Tiger Men are like?"