Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 704 - 147: The Strategem of Zhang Liang - The Main Swan Festival_3

Chapter 704: Chapter 147: The Strategem of Zhang Liang - The Main Swan Festival_3

"As the Overlord of the Bode Clan, I can solemnly tell all of you that mixed blood will never receive due recognition in Bimon Kingdom." Lord Mourinho’s eyes vaguely flickered towards Liu Zhenhan, his mocking expression suddenly thickening. "I came here, not to take away those mixed-blood Bodes, but the remnants of the Cuckoo Tribe."

Liu Zhenhan was a bit confused and didn’t bother with the Swan High Priest’s sarcastic tone. Lord Mourinho also had a mage, one of the three he brought to the Underground World. Judging from the Magic Imprint and elemental symbols on this mage’s robe, he should specialize in Fire Elemental magic. However, if this old man also studied Space Magic or if his Fire Elemental magic had reached the level of a Magic Teacher, it wouldn’t be a problem for the Fire Elemental "Return Scroll" to take some people away. But if he wanted to take Cuckoo people, why not simply take the Antelope Warriors? Even the dumbest Beamon knew how much stronger the Antelope Warriors were compared to the Cuckoo people. Isn’t the High Priest’s current statement putting the cart before the horse? Also, he had been mixing around in Mosoburada City for some days now, even Liu Zhenhan had learnt about the history of transitions of Cuckoo people from the Antelope Man. How then did the High Priest not know about this?

The Underground Continent had many advantages. If Lord Mourinho wanted to take advantage of it, it would be incredibly easy. But the advantage shouldn’t be any damn Cuckoo people. Liu Zhenhan began to be slightly wary.

"I’m very sorry, due to the widespread policy on mixed blood, the Cuckoo Tribe and the Buer Tribe’s Taurus people have already become history." Prince Moore shrugged regrettably. "The Cuckoo Tribe’s catchphrase was ’Better to return’, which made us overlords, who had accepted them as our vassals, feel very uncomfortable."

"I had actually heard about this fact, but I just haven’t confirmed it." Lord Mourinho nodded. "Now that I have confirmation, I have nothing more to say."

"Your magnanimity could illuminate the entire pitch-black Underground sky." The Overlords politely said while the Drow Overlords felt that this Swan High Priest was a lot more generous than Richard who was always talking about conditions.

"May I, with all due respect, make a small request? During the time I’ve been here, I have cultivated a group of Drow Elves who are devoutly dedicated to the God of War, Kampas. I would like to take them back to the surface. I wonder if Lady You Yue’er could grant me this trivial request?" Lord Mourinho’s following words, as expected, were shocking. After such a long time of courtesy, his request was grand.

"Is this a small request?" Lady You Yue’er scoffed.

"I am willing to sacrifice the great prospect of becoming an observer for the ’Sunlight Baptism Ceremony’ to secure this small request." Lord Mourinho smiled. "As a noble, I have always advocated for fair transactions to seek a balance. Overbearingness is not our Smey Clan’s style, but you all also need not insist on a Smey Priest giving up his Medusa Badge. I can express my sincerity with a vow."

As he spoke these words, the Swan High Priest’s eyes twinkled with a sly gleam, practically synonymous with cunning. Liu Zhenhan, an outsider, couldn’t help but sigh. As the saying goes, old ginger is hotter than young ginger. If the Swan High Priest was genuinely keen on participating in this fallen ceremony, why did he use such eyes to challenge the Drow Elves, a highly sceptical race? This strategy of pushing away what you’re trying to get your hands on may be a petty trick, but it can indeed produce remarkable results when used cleverly.

Manipulating others’ emotions has always been Liu Zhenhan’s forte. It seemed that Mourinho was also skilled in this, and even subtler than Liu Zhenhan. Liu merely used Rein’s firm commitment to solidify these Dark Elves’ trust in him, while Mourinho effortlessly resolved the adverse situation by leveraging their suspicious nature.

"In this world, there are two types of people who never believe in vows, one is the Sea Clan, and the other is us, Drow elves." Expectedly, the Drow Overlords firmly shook their heads, rejecting the Swan High Priest’s volunteerism once again. "The Sunlight Baptism is such a significant ceremony, a vague vow can’t reassure us."

Liu Zhenhan had been guessing that this kind of scenario would ensue. However, contrary to what he imagined, Mourinho didn’t use violence, but was instead denied twice in his attempts to become the ceremony’s observer, by the Dark Elves, who were in dire search of an observer. If Liu Zhenhan were in this situation, he would act differently - early on, there would be a bloodbath with weapons clashing. Liu had to admit that when it comes to handling situations and quick wits, Lord Mourinho indeed outmatched him.

"May I take the liberty of asking, is the next Watcher candidate that you Matrons have in mind our Beamon pride, the young king’s little sacrifice, Richard?" Lord Mourinho regretfully shrugged his shoulders, turning his gaze to Liu Shock.

All eyes focused on Liu Shock, who propped his arm behind his head, comfortably lying back in his chair, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

"It’s me." Old Liu admitted himself, in front of this gifted Lord Mourinho, there is no need to bullshit or lie.

"Although I have to say that you Matrons have a keen eye, I am still a little unclear...why are you on guard against me, a Phoenix Sacrifice, yet not for this equally powerful Dragon Sacrifice?" Lord Mourinho asked curiously, "Aren’t you afraid that Lord Richard will suddenly turn against you? You should know that our young king’s little sacrifice Richard is the Beamon Kingdom’s rare talent for thousands of years, a rare martial and musical sacrifice, observably... I have to admit... he might be the only Beamon Sacrifice who is always on the front lines of battle in the entire Beamon Kingdom. He survived numerous battles, you should know by looking at his arms and nose how intense the battles he went through were."

Beams of eyes spread over Liu Shock, gradually turning cautious and doubtful.

"My magic pet is just a Fairy Dragon." Liu Shock made an innocent expression: "This time coming to Mosoburada, I didn’t bring any magic pet, Prince Benitez can vouch for me."

"The blood jade ring on Richard’s finger contains four powerful metal magic puppets, each weighing up to 240,000 pounds." Before the Prince could speak, Lord Mourinho relentlessly continued to reveal Liu Shock’s secrets, shaking his head with a wronged face: "I didn’t expect you aren’t afraid of such a powerful sacrifice, but instead worry about me. Isn’t this a bit of a reversal of priorities? Do I look so violent and unbelievable?"

"Let me add, I also have an Ancient Power Fire Gun." Liu Shock confessed himself, opened his sacrifice robe, and revealed the firegun in his pocket.

"What a terrifying Beamon Sacrifice." said Overlord You Yue’er with a complicated gaze.

Lord Mourinho winked teasingly at Liu Shock, who silently swore in his heart, if this old swan continues to annoyingly expose his secrets, he will definitely pick up a chair and throw it at him.

"For the sake of securing a peaceful position for our Buer tribe, Tauren living underground, what does it matter if I sacrifice myself a bit?" Liu Shock turned his head and said to Vieri: "The following conversation may involve some high-level secrets that you aren’t supposed to know, the four of you should leave first, don’t forget to take Joan of Arc with you."

The strong Bearman Knight nodded, signaled to several elite guards, and dragged the little nun out of the overlord’s mansion.

"Honorable Drow Matrons, if you still doubt my sincerity, we can fulfill the conditions I mentioned before, let me set up the magic teleportation array for you first, teleport the Moore Blood Elves who do not have Sunlight Punishment to the surface." Liu Shock glanced at the Swan’s High Priest, "I will let the facts speak for themselves."