Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 558 - 116: Saintess _7

Chapter 558: Chapter 116: Saintess _7

"How many Saint Chiao mages are there in the Aegean Continent?" Ning Yu asked Captain Luo Xi.

"Two, only two." Captain Luo Xi said with fear, realizing that his new boss didn’t seem to have done anything good to Sister Joan of Arc.

"Which three types of magic does Master Puskas specialize in?" Liu Zhenhan asked.

"Fire Elemental, Electric Elemental, and Wind Elemental." Daisy replied.

"You two know?" Liu said.

"Of course! Everyone knows!" Nana answered with a bitter smile.

"What’s there to be afraid of? A Saint Chiao mage may not necessarily have an advantage over me." Liu Zhenhan sneered.

"It’s not as simple as that. While it’s uncertain who would prevail in a fight with such a high-ranking mage, not to mention the level of his followers, think about how many human kingdoms are trying to recruit him? As for you, you only have the Beamon Kingdom – it’s even uncertain if they will support you." Daisy said seriously, "You’ve met your match this time!"

Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily. He was fearless like a desperate hooligan. So far, he had never lost a fight. Although Saint Chiao mages were powerful, he wanted to test their metal.

"A true Double Dragon Ceremony candidate." Captain Luo Xi could only force a smile.

"But, I don’t understand. Isn’t this Saint Chiao Great Magician a bit too young? Are there so many prodigies in this world?" Liu Zhenhan looked incredulously at the young nun. She didn’t look like the daughter of a Saint Chiao Great Magician at all.

"Master Puskas is already over two hundred years old." Captain Luo Xi forced another smile.

"Over two hundred years old?" Liu Zhenhan’s face looked like a kicked watermelon. He inched closer to the young nun. No matter how he looked at her, she just didn’t seem that old.

Captain Luo Xi seemed to have some reservations and hesitated for a while before speaking.

"Mages are the most intelligent people. The better the mage, the smarter they are. It’s not surprising that a Saint Chiao mage can live up to two hundred years. There is no immortality in this world, but with the abilities of a High-Level Mage, extending their lives by one or two hundred years is not a problem." Nana said.

"My mother was a dancer, and I was an unintended result." The young nun, Joan, spoke indifferently, her eyes flying over Daisy and Liu Zhenhan, who were messing around.

"How could a mage..." Ning Yu stopped suddenly. In her mind, mages were supposed to be outstanding and elegant scholars.

"Who says mages can’t visit prostitutes? Mages are human too..." Liu Zhenhan wasn’t surprised by this.

"I’ve heard that Sister Joan was personally entrusted by Master Puskas to the Pope to be raised in the Dorott Abbey. It’s said that the position of the next Saintess will be passed on to Sister Joan." Captain Luo Xi was feeling terrible – why did he encounter such good luck only to turn into bad luck in the blink of an eye?

"I have already redeemed ninety-nine incorrigible sinners. After one more, I can leave Dorott and report to the Holy Vatican’s headquarters in Empfanxi." Joan, the little nun, smiled sweetly.

"What does ’redeem’ mean?" Liu Zhenhan felt a prick on his scalp and had a bad hunch.

"Follow him and use my eyes to show him that what he is doing is sinful." The little nun lowered her head and fed a fig to Guoguo.

Damn it! Your father is a Saint Chiao mage, who would dare not be redeemed by you? Liu Zhenhan was fed up. This little nun was just too naive and boring.

"You’re the last one I’ve chosen to redeem. Look at you, oozing out violence from head to toe. Just now, you even spoke blasphemy against the gods, you must be very wicked..." The little nun focused her gaze on Liu again.

Letting out a long sigh, Liu Zhenhan was at a loss. He couldn’t continue his hooliganry anymore. In the future, he would only fool around with familiar faces; it was too easy to get in trouble with strangers.

"...Just look at your minions, each one of them looks like a thug!" The little nun’s words made the militia’s faces turn red.

"But I have inner beauty!" Fat Luo rolled his eyes and protested.

"These beautiful sisters were surely kidnapped by you, weren’t they?" The little nun blinked her eyes, looking at Liu.

"You sure do meddle a lot, don’t you, little nun?" Moer sneered. Avril was fearless.

"I’m not a little nun!" Nun Joan’s face turned red as she hurriedly made the sign of the cross on her chest.

"Even Prince Francisco, renowned for his amorous nature, behaves impeccably in her presence." Luo Xi whispered to his boss, hoping to highlight the fact that this was a person they couldn’t afford to offend. Neither the Holy Vatican nor the Saint Chiao Mage himself were pushovers. Even for a Double Dragon Shaman, it’s unnecessary to take such risks.

Guoguo laughed out loud, laying on the table, watching Liu, and slapping the table non-stop.

The two Scepter Shamans kept repeating the words "Harbinger of Misfortune" to themselves.

Outside the bar, the sound of horses’ hooves suddenly echoed, then immediately stopped abruptly.

With two sharp sounds, the bar’s swing doors were slashed into splinters by a swift light from a sword.

A large squad of Holy Knights, their armors bearing the images of oak leaves and swords, charged in from the outside. Each of them bore a cold countenance and sharp gaze.

"Who dares blaspheme against Saintess Joan?" The lead Holy Knight roared.

"That’s me." Liu Zhenhan puffed on a cigar, raising his hand.

"Heretic worthy of Hell! Kneel on the ground!" The holy knight drew out his huge cross-shaped sword without an edge, "Holy Knight Hua Jin will let your blood wash away the sins you’ve committed!"

"You’re really over the top. So what if she’s the daughter of a Saint Chiao mage? Looking down on people like this?" Daisy snorted coldly.

"I’ve never seen anyone dare to talk like that, especially after knowing the identity of Saintess Joan." The leader of the holy knights sneered: "I’ll give you three breaths’ time. Kneel or die!"

"This matter cannot be let go now," said Nana coldly.

Hearing Nana’s words, Liu Zhenhan suddenly understood. He nodded, puffing on his cigar, and said, "On what grounds?"

In the midst of a frightening scream from the little nun, the militia picked up their weapons.