Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 598 - 125-126 Ginger is Spicy_5

Chapter 598: 125-126 Ginger is Spicy_5

"Are you trying to cause a complete rift between me and the Dragon Clan?" Liu Zhenhan gritted his teeth and sneered coldly: "Old man, aren’t you being a bit too ruthless?"

"I am just teaching you a simple truth." A wave of arrogance, as if looking down on the world, emerged on Master Puskas’ face: "The more authoritative, the more prone to mistakes. Only by learning to question authority can one truly transcend oneself."

"Believe it or not, I really must thank you." Liu Zhenhan secretly said as he looked around: "I don’t regret it at all."

"You are a real man!" Even Master Puskas had to admire this young man to the fullest, giving him a thumbs up: "Aren’t you worried at all about the Dragon Clan causing trouble? A pair of Fairy Dragons and Seven-Colored Dragon couple are searching everywhere. Your fame is spreading wider and wider, and sooner or later they will catch you, what will you do then?"

"Whatever will be, will be." Liu Zhenhan touched his stubbled chin and shrugged.

"Take this..." The old man pulled out another parchment scroll from his bosom and handed it to Liu Zhenhan.

"A fire elemental forbidden curse scroll?" Liu Zhenhan was conflicted. Master Puskas was proficient in wind, lightning, and fire magic. The scrolls he created, apart from being used by Otigha in Feilengcui, there were no other corresponding mages of the same type. Otigha was only an intermediate mage, whether he could utilize a sufficient amount of magic power to wield the forbidden curse scroll fabricated by Saint Chiao Mage was uncertain.

"Do you think forbidden curse scrolls can just be manufactured on a whim?" Master Puskas snorted: "This is a foster care certificate."

"Foster care certificate?" Liu Zhenhan opened the scroll, made of purple lambskin and adorned with gold, with some doubt. Beautiful human script-like calligraphy danced across the document. Knowing that those who wrote in this style were usually noble with elegant and ancient grace, Liu Zhenhan was not very familiar with the font, and it took some effort to recognize it.

"You are holding it upside down." The old man said.

"Damn!" Liu Zhenhan turned the scroll over and finished reading in a few moments. It turned out to be a statement fostering Nun Joan of Arc to the Feilengcui Overlord Richard. The description was very detailed, even stating that Joan of Arc must support Overlord Feilengcui as an adopted child. The end of the document bore the imperial seal of the supreme Emperor of Human World, Pope Paul Mardini, as well as the baptism priest’s stamp at the time of Joan’s birth, and Puskas’s autograph. The signature of Saint Chiao Mage is quite impressive, the entire font appearing as a cluster of burning flames. It looked turbulent yet not really hot.

"In this way, this document is both a legal certificate entrusting Joan to you and a safeguard in case you fall into the hands of the Dragon Clan. Try showing my signed document, maybe they will let you off." Master Puskas winked: "I helped a distressed giant dragon a long time ago, so perhaps the Dragon Clan may remember this favor."

"You found a heretic foster father for your daughter? Is the Pope blind to seal this?" Liu Zhenhan was sweating like a waterfall.

"The Pope’s Kamakura seal is a imitation I made with a big radish. With my signature, even if it’s fake, it’s real. Who cares about heretics? We Mages are atheists. Although you aren’t much older than my daughter, I like you, so let’s be friends of the same generation." The old man boldly swung his arm: "With this, my worries are relieved. I tricked the Dragon Knights out of their artifacts, and I will leave the Holy Vatican and find a quiet place to wait for death."

"I still feel it’s a bit inappropriate." Liu Zhenhan constantly smacked his lips: "Why don’t you use wormwood to burn a few bald spots on Joan’s head? I guarantee that her hair won’t grow back, and she can stay in the Holy Vatican as an illuminated lamp keeper, enjoying her special privilege as a Saintess."

"The Holy Vatican?" Master Puskas sneered: "Do you know what game Zhang Bolun and the bishops of the Vatican played in Dorott?"

"What?"

"The Holy Vatican wants to crusade against you heretics in Bimon Kingdom, but even a fool knows that relying solely on the Vatican’s power is unrealistic. The dissolute Prince in Dorott, claiming to mediate disputes, is actually discussing potential cooperation with the Vatican. After all, the only way to the Bimon Kingdom is through Dorott, a satellite state of the Saint Francisco Empire." said the master.

"These priests aren’t too foolish."

"They thought they were being secretive, but I still found out," Master Puskas sighed: "Do you think I dare give my daughter to them?"

"I understand." Liu Zhenhan finally understood the old man’s dilemma.

"Let me tell you another terrible news. The mystic seals of the space-time rift are becoming harder and harder to control. Do you know what a ’Dumb Moon’ is?" the old man said.

"Dumb Moon?" Liu Zhenhan laughed: "Xiang Pa can’t sing anyway."

"I knew you wouldn’t be able to answer, so let me tell you. "Dumb Moon" doesn’t refer to Xiang Pa being mute, but to a flying mountain floating in the sky. When the moon is high, it stays under Xiang Pa, hence the name ’Dumb Moon’." Master Puskas laughed.