Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 585 - 123: A Crafty Old Man and A Cunning Young One_4

Chapter 585: Chapter 123: A Crafty Old Man and A Cunning Young One_4

"One hundred Dragon Knights and Dragon Priests? That’s all?" Richard was internally dubious while stroking his cigar.

"I know you must think I’m lying..." The old man exhaled a thick ring of smoke with satisfaction. "Because after the battle of Heigar, the total number of Dragon Priests and Dragon Knights was only eleven. How could the gap be so large?"

"Well, you have been lying."

"Nonsense! What do you know! The war between Beamon and humans, including the Great Elf Empire that tried to contend with the Bimon Kingdom eight thousand years ago but only lasted for a short time, are all internal conflicts of our people on the Aegean Continent. In such internal struggles, many strong individuals do not wish to show off their power and naturally would not intervene. However, when outsiders invade the continent, they would step forward without hesitation. Just like in the old Divine Demon War, the Dragon Clan didn’t directly participate. But during the most difficult period, many brave and proud Giant dragons willingly became mounts for warriors to resist the Demon invaders." Master Puskas sneered disdainfully.

"I admit that during the era of the Divine Demon War, the great Goblin sage, Goblin, fought side by side with a Fairy Dragon." Richard nodded.

"As long as you acknowledged it. If you really think that there are only three Dragon Knights in the human world now, you are terribly mistaken. There’s no official restriction on the number of Dragon Knights. If a brave young man has good opportunities, becoming a Dragon Knight is a matter of blinking an eye. It wouldn’t take more than a few seconds to form a pact, right? Besides, must the strong ones on the continent be Dragon Knights? The Fire Phoenix, Unicorn, that leprosy bird following you, and the Tide Lord, aren’t they all super-strong? If you can have such opportunities, why can’t others? You should know, not everyone likes to win a false name through their power. Kid, you’re still too green."

"Looking at it that way, it does make some sense." Richard thought about it.

"So I’m saying, asking you to take care of Joan of Arc is because I respect you. Seeing your behavior just now, you nearly devoured me." The old man laughed heartily.

"You’re afraid the Holy Vatican would harm your daughter after your death, why aren’t you worried about me? What if I harbored ill intentions for your daughter?" Richard smiled mischievously.

"I won’t live much longer." Master Puskas fell silent for a moment, sounding melancholic.

"I was just kidding." Richard paused, suddenly feeling a little feverish on his face. It was not a glorious thing to joke about this kind of thing when the old man was close to three hundred years old.

"I know my own situation. When you live to my age, you will understand. I really do not have many days left. Mages have a keen intuition for death." The old man sighed quietly: "I’m now just racing with time."

From that sigh, Richard heard unwillingness and helplessness. The feeling of a hero’s twilight made his chest feel heavy, as though a large stone was pressing against it.

"I will help you take care of Joan of Arc." Richard let out a sigh.

"You won’t have any wicked ideas about Joan, will you?" The old man glanced skeptically at this rogue.

"So how about this, I got the Ring of the Death Overlord on my hands. Might as well let me kill you and turn you into a Ring Spirit. After all, Ring Spirits could retain some memories of their previous lives, then you can always look after Joan." Richard grinned at the interesting old man.

"Nonsense!" Upon hearing the possibility of becoming a Ring Spirit whose soul would be eternally imprisoned, Master Puskas couldn’t help but shudder. His view of Richard changed. The old man believed that someone who could come up with such a wicked idea really needed redeeming. He couldn’t comprehend at all how such an individual could actually be a clergyman.

"Do you have any artifacts or something? As your daughter’s bodyguard, there should be something for self-defense, right?" Richard stretched his hand in front of the old man, rubbing his fingers together.

"Artifact?" Saint Chiao was dumbfounded, "Where am I supposed to find them for you? I’d like to have a couple for myself too."

"You should have some Magic Scrolls, right? I know you study Fire magic and Electric Elemental, give me a hundred scrolls, all Forbidden Curse level." Richard was still holding onto hope.

"Richard, the original intent of magic isn’t to destroy a harmonious world, but to benefit it. If studying magic always starts with a strong destructive power, no matter who it is, his achievements in this life will always be limited to a certain level and he could never advance any further." The old man’s face turned serious, his expression solemn: "I’ve never made a Forbidden Curse Scroll, not in the past, not now."

"Benefit the world? Like the Bimon War Song?" Richard’s expression turned serious, and he asked respectfully.

"Regardless of any Elemental Power, the starting point should be to benefit the world of this plane." The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This simple truth has been distorted beyond recognition. Who still remembers the original purpose now? Even if there is, it’s merely for the enjoyment of nobility, like using Wind Magic Array as a fan in the summer or using the exquisite Magic chandelier. In reality, these should have been commonly used in every household."

"I feel sorry that there are only two Saints for the Mage of Chiao." Richard took a deep breath.