Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 526 - 112 - Creating Dust and Trouble_4

Chapter 526: Chapter 112 - Creating Dust and Trouble_4

"If I remember correctly, you will turn twenty next year and you aspire to be the Head Priest at the age of twenty-two. What great ambition for a young man! When our mentor was twenty-two, not long after becoming a Scepter Shaman, he was hailed as a legendary figure among the priests. It seems this title is destined to be rewritten by you." The Swan High Priest looked at Liu Zhenhan with an elder’s hopeful gaze, "By then, the mentor will have to salute you!"

"That might not be impossible..." The Raccoon Shaman Remel, a bit of a simpleton, mumbled. He remembered Liu Zhenhan’s heroic deeds in the defensive battle quite vividly.

"I also think it’s possible. After all, Richard has achieved so much this time, especially finding the long-lost Bug Clan Beamon..." Lord Deshang, a Scepter Shaman of the same Pier Race as Remel and representative of the Koala Bear people, chimed in. Deshang’s statement was utterly straightforward, owing to the Pier Race’s candid nature

Liu Zhenhan almost passed out; Pier clansmen were such straight talkers, spewing the unvarnished truth.

The several Fawkes priests by the side didn’t interrupt, quietly continuing their meal.

Upon hearing the piping in from these shamans, Lord Mourinho’s face remained smiling, although a flash darted in his eyes.

A period of awkward silence ensued, broken only by the several women busily handling the food.

So what if I really become the High Priest? Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but feel irritated in this suffocating silence. Wasn’t the Swan High Priest too intimidating right from the start?

"In the kingdom, power is divided into three. This time you opened the path to Mount Hyjal, and all temples of the kingdom will gain considerable power due to this fact. Once this news is confirmed, Master Qi Dan taking over Lord Milu’s position as High Priest, and Xi Er becoming Shaman Wei An of the Northeast Province, will be a definitive fact." The Swan High Priest maintained his signature smile while breaking the stalemate: "As for you, Richard, it wouldn’t be excessive to reward you with the position of Shaman Wei An for your merits. But, the king and the elder senate will never agree. I don’t need to explain the specific reasons, as you sure are able to understand."

On being referred to as Xi Er by the High Priest, a rosy flush spread across the face of the beautiful snake mentor, causing a slight change of expression on Gortani who was busy serving food at the side.

"I understand this very well; I have suffered quite a lot of persecution and have realized this." Liu Zhenhan nodded, as Helen peeled an Immortal fruit for him, placing the fresh flesh in his mouth.

"Prince Richard is a bit petty. I already know what he did to you. In this day and age, he actually resorted to the clichéd ’knight in shining armor’ trope." Shaman Wei An grimaced disdainfully.

Because of this remark, Liu Zhenhan gazed at the old turtle for two seconds, and then gently spat out the core of the Immortal fruit from his mouth.

"The lions of the Rhine Tribe have always been quite stubborn, so being a bit narrow-minded is normal." Mourinho’s gaze was as sharp as electricity and he smiled faintly, deftly changing the topic: "Richard, you’re a War Shaman now, right?"

"Yes, Master Mourinho." Liu Zhenhan thought anything he said at this point would be extraneous.

"When I was twenty, I became the youngest Scepter Shaman in kingdom’s history. So far, I’ve only managed to reach the position of High Priest. It seems this record is about to be broken." The High Priest smiled at Liu.

"My War Song ability is still too weak," Liu tried to maintain a low profile.

"It doesn’t matter; you have the War Song Scroll. This invention fills a gap in our priesthood, proving that a natural-born Soul Singer is indeed a natural-born Soul Singer." The High Priest sighed regretfully: "It’s just that making these scrolls consumes too many resources."

The cost of making a War Song Scroll is indeed high. Not to mention the difficulty of production, even the raw materials are a major expense. The blood of the magical beasts coagulates and has to be sealed immediately after it is taken. To do this, the magical beast would usually need to be captured alive, which is about ten times more difficult than killing it. Therefore, the cost of the magical beast’s blood is almost equal to that of Magic Crystal. The stock of magical beast blood that Liu Zhenhan had collected during the two defensive campaigns had been exhausted. Now, the remaining two hundred scrolls were the last batch. Needless to say, purchasing them would be immensely expensive.

Listening to the High Priest, Liu Zhenhan could not help but nod his head in agreement.

"Don’t worry! I am quite confident that both of you will occupy the top two positions in the Priest Olympics next year. As for the position of Scepter Shaman, both you and Helen will certainly have no problem. This is something I can guarantee." Seeing Liu Zhenhan deep in thought, Shaman Wei An quickly reassured his confidant.

Liu Zhenhan just smiled.

He saw through it; Shaman Wei An may not be siding with the High Priest. The reasoning on the island made his heart ache with worry.

"Richard, I came this time because I need to inform you about a few important matters." Lord Mourinho wiped the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief, "A few days ago, I did send Griffin knights down to visit Dorott and made contact with the Shalba family. Under the instructions of Prince Zhang Bolun of San Francisco, the position of Grand Duke of Dorott has been settled. Apart from the marriage, I have also thoroughly understood the conditions you signed with them."