Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 555 - 116 Saintess _4

Chapter 555: Chapter 116 Saintess _4

"Now, I have become the Vice-Leader!" The Tiger Man Warrior has spent the past few years observing the human kingdoms, and immediately brightened at the understanding that this High Priest did not seem to have any ill intentions toward him. "Our Fierce Tiger Mercenary Corps has five hundred people! Look at my armor, isn’t it fantastic! This sort of armor in our kingdom..."

"That’s enough, Taige. In the presence of a Feilengcui Warrior, there is no need to boast about your military exploits." Raccoon Priest Remel laughed as he patted the silver box that was set by the Panda Warrior at his feet, "Do you know what kind of armor this is?"

"Do you know what this weapon is?" Fat Luo also came over, stabbing a golden, short-blade into the wooden table. The wide blade shimmered in the cold, bloody light, with a wave pattern in motion.

It was a short-blade to Fat Luo, but a one-edged knife was considered a short-blade to him.

"Feilengcui? Silver Base Armor? Are you the Double Dragon Shaman Lord Richard?" A few Bimon mercenaries shouted excitedly.

"You guys found this out quite fast!" Liu Zhenhan laughed, again enjoying the fanatic worship in their eyes. Of course, he couldn’t disregard the nun’s cold stare.

"We have known for months! Sir! Your bravery has already spread throughout the human kingdoms!" The voice of the Tiger Man Warrior even trembled with excitement.

"No one has harassed you, right?" Liu Zhenhan asked.

"Dorott is a Mercenary Kingdom, the government won’t revoke our status for this. It’s an unrelated issue. On the contrary, because of you, some mercenary groups with Bimon warriors have seen a surge in business," The Tiger Man Mercenary grinned.

"What would you do if your mercenary group is recruited to fight against our Bimon?" Liu Zhenhan asked.

"We would choose to leave. Without hesitating." The Tiger Man Mercenary Dikanio replied determinedly.

"For you all who haven’t forgotten your motherland, let’s drink to this," Liu Zhenhan looked approvingly at this Tiger Man. The fact that he had given up on his noble title and sneaked out already proved his determination and courage.

The Tiger Man gulped down his drink. The rest of the Bimon mercenaries were rather restrained. After all, in the presence of so many high-ranking priests—two of them heroes—most of the Bimons felt a bit constrained.

"The Bimon’s strong races are all naturally born as warriors. Since the kingdom’s army can’t possibly conscript them all and Bimon’s own resources are scant, it’s better to let them become mercenaries. It seems Lord Mourinho’s foresight is indeed far-reaching," Liu Zhenhan suddenly recalled the words of the Swan Priest, and couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

Upon hearing her father’s name, Gortani lowered her head.

"Did the legendary Shaman, Lord Mourinho, really say that?" Dikanyo’s eyes lit up at the Tiger Man warrior’s words.

"In that case, I do have that plan now. Since it can earn money and also train warriors, it does seem worth a try," Liu Zhenhan nodded, "Since you have been in the field for four years, you should have some connections. How about you come and help me? You will be the leader, and I will invest."

This statement startled everyone. The two Scepter Shamans didn’t expect the Feilengcui Lord to be so direct—more so than the Swan Priest. The Bimon mercenaries didn’t expect a Double Dragon Shaman to think about investing in a mercenary corps. They were all stunned.

"Don’t think about a large mercenary corps. If I really made a call, I could still gather a thousand Bimon warriors," Liu Zhenhan pondered. As he recalled the waves of Bimon warriors who arrived at Feilengcui for a pilgrimage-like visit in the past two months, he factored in his own Slave Warriors and felt that the number could be achieved.

"There has never been such a precedent in the kingdom! Lord Richard!" Priest Deshang said uneasily.

"What if they are my followers? Do I not have the power of disposition then?" Liu Zhenhan laughed, "There is no limit to the number of followers, including a lord’s private army. This is a big loophole. Fortunately, our Bimon don’t have rebels like the humans do, otherwise, it would be the kingdom’s biggest hidden danger."

The two Scepter Shamans had nothing more to say.

"This... " Dikanio, the Tiger Man, never expected this Shaman Lord to be so decisive. He was torn about whether to accept or reject the offer.

"The various Bimon soldiers are not bad in coordination, but there are two big gaps in medical care and magic. Luckily, both can be supplemented with soldiers appropriate to the task from the human kingdoms. No mercenary corps without humans can register. How about we join in?" The bar door was pushed open once again, and a strong, middle-aged human mercenary carrying a Viking heavy sword strutted in, speaking loudly as he walked.

This mercenary was dressed in a semi-new black leather armor. Behind him, there stood a beautiful Elf woman, her short bow and quiver evident of her combat role. Behind this Elf woman stood two handsome young men. Judging by their bows and swords, they were probably half-elfs.

Liu Zhenhan glanced at the middle-aged mercenary. He had a weathered yet handsome face and a head of chestnut-colored curls. His arm bore an iron arm protector with marks of blade damage, indicating that he was an excellent swordsman. On his neck, he had a scar that had aged over time, but the mark was still there.

The middle-aged mercenary looked at Liu Zhenhan too, but his gaze quickly shifted to the Feilencui militiamen. Fat Luo, who was being observed, quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cover a bout of coughing. When he unfolded it, there was a frightening bloodstain on the cloth. The more the middle-aged mercenary looked at the scene, the more his courage faded. He probably had not expected the presence of so many strong Bimon races, all excellently armed. When he again looked at the few scattered mercenaries in the bar, their disciplined demeanor made him feel even more uncertain.