Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 702 - 147: The Strategem of Zhang Liang - The Main Swan Festival_1

Chapter 702: Chapter 147: The Strategem of Zhang Liang - The Main Swan Festival_1

This greatly surprised Liu Zhenhan.

Mourinho, the head priest of the Swan who had been invited to the matriarch’s mansion for an important discussion, unexpectedly, promptly accepted the request of the Mosoburada City’s matriarch after hearing it.

"I am delighted to contribute my humble efforts for your esteemed matriarchs. I accept your invitation." Lord Mourinho nodded his agreement to Lady You Yue’er’s request with the utmost solemnity.

As for participating in a fall from grace ceremony and being a standby for a watcher, the head priest of the Swan seemed indifferent. His nonchalant demeanor obviously did not indicate his ignorance about the fall from grace ceremony. His face was always marked by an icy politeness, and determination shone in his unwavering eyes, revealing not even a hint of anger. Even the keenest eyes could not penetrate his profound and calm mind.

Whoever confronted the head priest, Mourinho, would naturally feel an inexplicable sense of mystery. This feeling would make those who were scheming against him re-evaluate their capabilities.

Lady You Yue’er originally planned to use those Dark Elves who had converted to the Shaman Doctrine to intimidate the Lord Beamon Priest. However, the readiness of the Swan Priest undermined her cunning little plan.

The head priest was acting sharply against expectation. His firm and prompt acceptance disturbed the dark elves, who tend to be suspicious. They analyzed numerous potential scenarios before Lord Mourinho arrived at the matriarch’s mansion, except for a prompt agreement from the Swan head priest.

The eight mature Drow matriarchs never lost their heads over the handsome Smey; they were wary and suspicious, typical of the unscrupulous Drow Elves. When things were not under their control, their minds would usually anticipate the worst.

"What do you plan to do?" Lady You Yue’er launched the first wave of questions towards the unwavering Lord Mourinho, "Forgive me for doubting your intentions, but you don’t come off as such a compliant Beamon priest. You’re already aware of the dangers of the Ceremony of Descent, so why do you willingly accept our request? What is your ulterior motive? As a Fire Phoenix priest and having both a powerful mage and a high-ranking knight as followers, we simply couldn’t stop you if you chose to leave. What urged you to risk your life to help us?"

"Don’t forget, there are quite a few Drow who have accepted your preached Shaman Doctrine and are now in Mosoburada City. The priest may be able to escape, but the temple cannot. With you gone in a blink, the Drow, bound by the Shaman Doctrine, have nowhere to escape to." Another matriarch continued after Lady You Yue’er added, "Respected Smey priest, don’t push us to throw all the Drow who pledged allegiance to the God of War, Kampas, because of you, into the Insect Basin!"

The ’Insect Basin’ was an Elvish term which referred to a beast trap. These traps were specially designed for the accommodation of transformed Drow. High-ranking transformed Drow knights used Nest Farmer Giant Scorpions as mounts. These scorpions craved fresh meat. If humans smeared in gravy were thrown into the Insect Basin, even a fool could predict what would happen next.

Half-illiterate Liu Zhenhan was clueless about the meaning of the ’Insect Basin’, while the head priest was not. Upon hearing these words, Lord Mourinho smiled brightly like a thawing winter. Just with his confident demeanour, not even having to utter a single word, he had made it clear to all the fallen elves that he had a well-thought-out plan.

The head priest’s gestures perplexed the Drow matriarchs even more. The mansion became a loud chaos. Believing in the sincerity of the priest was simply a naive dream. He, being a high-level Beamon Shaman, could summon magical pets effortlessly using mental commands. What could the Drow do to keep him in check? Should they put a sharp blade against his throat at all times?

Watching the scene, Liu Zhenhan found it more and more ridiculous. A group of fallen elves was staring around like chickens, unable to decide how to respond to the generous Swan Priest. From the moment Lord Mourinho entered the city lord’s mansion, he’d only spoken once, yet effectively defeated these fallen elves.

"Have you agreed or not?" Prince Moore Benitez was getting impatient, urging the Drow matriarchs, "Say something!"

"We..." Lady You Yue’er stammered, while the other matriarchs continued their fierce debate.

Liu, with his chin resting on his mithril arm, was lost in thoughts, staring at the matriarchs. He found their arguments quite pleasant, like a troup of larks singing, even though they were speaking in the incomprehensible Elvish Language.

"You all can arrest every Drow who had been contaminated by the Smey. If Lord Mourinho stirs up any trouble during the fall from Grace Ceremony, you can finish those Drow associated with him!" Prince Benitez roared, "Isn’t that a total solution!"