Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 521 - 111 Friends from Afar Arrive_5

Chapter 521: Chapter 111 Friends from Afar Arrive_5

Old Liu knew without speculating that Shaman Wei An and the beautiful snake teacher were coming. He even lost interest in sending the fire crane to greet them.

The lively evening banquet began, and after Liu Zhenhan made his toast, his radiant smile suddenly froze.

Seeing the changes in their boss’s expression, the militia stood up and strained their necks to look down the slope.

A large group of shadows walked all the way from the ancient road at the ferry point of the Sanggan River. The two people in the lead were the ones Liu Zhenhan didn’t want to see---- Shaman Wei An Master Qi Dan and teacher Cui Beixi, Cui Beixi’s way of walking was unmistakable.

Soon, heavy thuds echoed on the stairs of the Red Earth Highland.

Two familiar faces quickly appeared on the aisle of the terrace, Master Qi Dan and the beautiful snake teacher.

Ning Yu nudged Liu Zhenhan under the table, and Liu Zhenhan transformed his stiff smile into one of pleasant surprise, as if reuniting with old friends. His quick transformation greatly impressed the two fairy dragons nearby.

"To both of you, please excuse my tardiness in acknowledging your arrival!" Liu Zhenhan, adhering to the etiquette of a lower-ranking shaman meeting a higher-ranking one, bent his waist and expressed his deep apologies to the two sub-dragon shamans.

"Richard, your hand ..." said the beautiful snake teacher, her eyes brimming with hot tears as her trembling hands gently grazed Liu Zhenhan’s broken arm.

Liu Zhenhan, smelling the familiar fragrance emanating from Cui Beixi, and gazing into her clear eyes, was suddenly overcome with warmth. Before he could say anything, two lovely figures, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, simultaneously hurled themselves into his arms.

Helen and Gortani collided. In the end, the softer shaman was nearly knocked out by the Swannee knight.

Unable to stop herself, Gortani burst into tears and rushed into Old Liu’s arms. After a brief bout of tears, she suddenly realized her unshamanly display and wanted to withdraw, but Old Liu’s arm was already around her slender waist.

Gortani’s face, paired with wings, was so holy that Old Liu could barely control himself. He was not a man who, faced with myriad temptations, chooses only one.

The two fairy dragons puckered their lips together. Moer’s lips took on the shape of a crescent moon and her small face puffed in anger turning red --- because Little Ai had told her that this swan was not her mother.

"Don’t cry. So what if I’ve lost an arm? I’m not dead!" Old Liu laughed heartily.

"Richard, I forgot to introduce you to this distinguished guest, who is here for an inspection." With hands flying, Helen wiped away the tears from her eyes, straightened her clothes, cupped her chest with one hand, and as she stepped back, she said.

Seeing even Shaman Wei An bowing down and bending his waist, Liu Zhenhan’s eyelid twitched and he quickly turned his head.

A handsome figure, highlighted by the night sky filled with stars, slowly ascended the stairs, each step echoed with the thud of boots against the porcelain-like steps.

"It is my great honor to welcome our common mentor, one of the twelve main priests of the kingdom from the Southwest London City Temple, Lord Mourinho, who is visiting the Felicity territory of the Bimon Kingdom," Helen said with respect, once again bowing, "It is a great honor to see you, dear Lord Mourinho."

Lord Mourinho, adorned in gold priesthood robes, took each step carefully, climbing the last few steps. The suave figure appeared before everyone, bit by bit.

A red phoenix of the flames and a nine-headed Mobasa bird were stitched with red threads on the chest of the priest’s attire, symbolizing the Phoenix Magic Pets and the honor of slaying a super-level Warcraft.

A golden Medusa badge was pinned in the middle of the two birds. The God of War seemed to have bestowed every handsome attribute on the High Priest. He had a pair of beautiful white wings and a head of blonde curls, a tall and handsome build, each step he took on the terrace was flawless.

"So handsome~~~Too handsome~~~" The two obsessed dragons began to exclaim again.

He was truly handsome, even Liu Zhenhan had to admit it. The facial army and the men of the Mermaid tribe he had seen on the battlefield that day could not even hold a candle to the high priest. The priest’s charisma carried a sense of haughtiness and holiness untouched by the mundane world which only the prince charming from those boring knight novels possessed.

Liu Zhenhan noticed the musical instrument attached to the High Priest’s waist was a golden flute, decked with several pure Magic Crystals, which also implied that Lord Mourinho had achieved a high level of magical war song—because no shaman could play a musical instrument with his mouth and recite a war song at the same time.

"Your humble servant, the war shaman of the Pigeil tribe, Richard salutes you." Despite being surprised and filled with doubt, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t forget to pay his respects. Soon, Moer also trotted over.

"May the God of War be with you," Lord Mourinho’s voice, full of magnetism and dignity, resounded, "Richard, there’s no need to be so formal. You and I come from the same lineage of shamans, you can address me as ’teacher’ like Helen does."

Liu Zhenhan tactfully clung to Moer’s hand and receded to one side.

"Richard, is this your apprentice? Is she a butterfly person of the Yufrey tribe?" There is a trace of surprise that can not be concealed in Lord Mourinho’s voice.

"Yes, sir, her name is Moer." Liu Zhenhan doesn’t know why, but it feels as if something binds him in front of this high priest, as if even breathing requires twice the effort.