Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 583 - 123: A Crafty Old Man and A Cunning Young One_2

Chapter 583: Chapter 123: A Crafty Old Man and A Cunning Young One_2

"Joan of Arc’s mother was a Bepsy woman." Master Puskas let out a long sigh.

"Is there anything strange about that?" Liu Zhenhan was a little confused, but he privately thought the old man was kind of devaluing himself, was it really appropriate for a grand mage to behave like this?

"Bepsy women all have chestnut-colored hair, very distinctive, one glance and you can see that it’s the unique hair color of the Bepsy people. Unfortunately, Joan inherited this prominent racial trait from her mother." The old man let out a long sigh: "Joan’s birth was completely unexpected, but after all she is my child, my own flesh and blood."

"Does your position not ensure her safety?" Liu Zhenhan snickered secretly.

"The mages of Saint Chiao are too powerful." A trace of unhidden pride surfaced on Master Puskas’s face: "Because of this power, we do not interfere with the conflicts of any continental countries. The mystery of magic is to maintain spatial balance, and we mages of Saint Chiao are absolutely loyal to this balance."

"Would it be fair to say, if one didn’t have this sense of understanding, they absolutely wouldn’t have achieved your level of accomplishment in magic?" Liu Zhenhan asked.

"What a clever young man, talking to you is never tiring." Master Puskas broke into a grin: "Indeed, that’s why us mages are atheists. We believe in a wonderful balance that exists in the unknown, but we do not think this balance is constructed by various higher gods."

"God of War above!" Liu Zhenhan feigned a priest-like surprised expression.

"However, contrary to our wishes, the study of magic is purely a money-burning behavior, requiring huge financial investments. Therefore, every mage must be affiliated with a powerful ruling class or financial group to ensure they can continue to delve into the mysteries of magic. Those who can comprehend the mysteries of magic through their own cultivation and understanding are extremely rare." Master Puskas sighed: "Do you know why the vast majority of mages have no descendants?"

"Why?"

"Because the mysteries of magic are too profound, even the elves with lifespans dozens of times that of human beings cannot fully study one kind of magic in their lives. Consequently, most human mages spend their lives in the research stage... Of course..." The old man chuckled dryly: "There are always exceptions to everything, and mages are also human."

"I can understand, because a vivid example is right before my eyes." Liu Zhenhan pursed his lips and snickered, thinking that the old man was pretty free and easy.

"Like other mages, I joined the Mage Group of the Holy Vatican as a magic consultant, actually seeking help." The old man finally brought the conversation back: "I did this for Joan."

"Why? Is it to use the nun’s habit to mask that chestnut hair of hers which shows her Bepsy heritage?"

"I don’t want other people to look at Joan with tinted glasses because of her chestnut-colored hair. Being a nun is an excellent choice, as you said, the nun’s habit can completely cover her hair." Master Puskas gave a long sigh: "A single chestnut-haired woman walking in any human country, the only things waiting for her will always be lascivious gazes and crude propositions."

"But you are a Saint Chiao mage, why resort to such concealing? Who wouldn’t give you face?"

"I am already two hundred and sixty-nine years old." Master Puskas said dryly: "Even a Saint Chiao mage can’t live forever."

"If you are concerned about this, you should teach your daughter some magic to protect herself." Liu Zhenhan said.

"Silly boy, a magic apprentice must possess the ability to sense elemental power, do you think Beamon sacrificial ceremonies are just about recruitment?" Master of Saint Chiao chided with a laugh.

"Beamon sacrificial ceremony? Damn! Don’t mention it! Even after receiving intellectual enlightenment and becoming a lowest standard Wind Whisperer, the upgrading process is really tough. Many of the Wind Whisperers spend their entire lives without progressing a single step, always unable to become a true Altar Sacrificial Ceremony that possesses the power of Battle Songs." Liu Zhenhan shook his head, he had once planned to carry out enlightenment on a large scale within his territory, but the hope seemed so slim that he abandoned this thought.

"You finally got the point, eh? The process of training a mage is even more difficult than your Beamon Saint Altar sacrificial ceremony. Don’t be fooled by the charlatans in those mercenary corps out there. Among us human mages, about eighty percent of magic apprentices can never advance in their lifetime, which is similar to the low success rate of your sacrificial apprentices." The old man said angrily: "This has nothing to do with the competence of the mentor."

"I have figured out what you want to say..." Liu Zhenhan clicked his tongue: "Joan doesn’t have the aptitude to learn magic. Although you are now the magic consultant to the Vatican, you worry that Joan’s chestnut hair may cause her trouble after you pass away, is that right?"

"Just as you said." The old man nodded approvingly: "What’s worse now is that Joan, due to her virtuous nature, has influenced many wicked people, and has been nominated as the Holy Vatican’s Saintess candidate by the Dorott Abbey."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhenhan smiled. The nominating of Joan as Saintess by the Abbey, in his view, probably had little to do with morality. Most likely, the Mother Superior of the Dorott Abbey was just paying lip service to curry favor with this Vatican magic consultant. As for Saintess Joan being able to influence evildoers, Liu Zhenhan thought that was pure nonsense. The holy knights here overtly and covertly cared for the young novice, surely there were strict instructions from above. Further, under the great halo of her father being a Saint Chiao mage, these so-called wicked people, if they weren’t influenced would be the strange thing. Even if Liu Zhenhan had to deal with her any more, he too would have to feign extreme sincerity and convert. Absolutely influenced.