Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 709 - 149 Win-Win_1

Chapter 709: Chapter 149 Win-Win_1

"You should all prepare for the Sunlight Baptism Ceremony, Lord Richard and I need to discuss the matter of the Tauren from the Buer Tribe. Please allow us to take our leave," said Mourinho, saluting the fallen elves around him. Old Liu also stood up, completing a full bow; he had many questions he wanted to consult this elderly swan about.

"Take it one step at a time; once the Falling Ceremony is successful, everything else will fall into place," said You Yue’er, the Lady Mother, as she stood up. "I’ll accompany our esteemed guests to the guesthouse."

"No need, no need," refused Liu Zhenhan and Mourinho together as the gathering was concluded with everyone in high spirits.

The two celebrants, who had a mentor-disciple relationship, each with an agenda, arm in arm, arrived at the city moat at the gate of Mosoburada City. Their bodyguards created a circle, isolating them from the outer world. Side by side, they sat down.

Liu Zhenhan flicked a mud pellet into the river, causing rings of ripples, prompting a man-eating fish to breach.

Lord Mourinho flicked a pebble from his hand, shattering the sharp teeth of the man-eating fish into pieces. As the blood seeped out, the water of the river immediately started boiling, and a swarm of man-eating fish devoured the unfortunate member of their kind in an instant. The sound of grinding teeth and bones made one’s hair stand on end.

"Nice skill," praised Liu Zhenhan. "Didn’t know that before."

"Haven’t used it in many years," laughed Mourinho. "Seeing your youthful vigor reminds me of myself when I was young."

"In your youth, you must have been a handsome, noble gentleman in snowy white clothes," Liu Zhenhan said, a hint of envy in his words.

"The youth should have a fixed goal; great people should have great ambitions," Mourinho said, glancing at Liu Zhenhan. "Can you tell me, what are your ambitions, Richard?"

"To live comfortably until I die," said Liu Zhenhan.

"Let’s have an honest talk once, don’t mess with me," Mourinho frowned.

"That really is my only goal," Liu Zhenhan said with a desolate smile. He knew that most people wouldn’t believe him when he said this, but even so, he really was without any great ambition, an underachiever. His current position had come about due to his unyielding struggles against fate. If Prince Richard hadn’t been pressing hard, right now Liu Zhenhan might still be loafing around somewhere.

"The power distribution in the kingdom is very serious now, although Beamon has the best combination of combatants, they have never been able to reproduce their glorious past," said the Swan High Priest, no longer circling around the topic of aspiration, but lost in thought.

"There are too many loopholes in the existing system of Beamon Kingdom, and racial discrimination is quite severe. If the composition of the army relies solely on minority powerful races, it will never be able to reproduce its past glories. Moreover, Beamon currently lacks mages, has lost the Bode Air Force, and the bureaucratic structure is extremely stagnant and divided. Take the second defense of the Emerald, for example, if it had not been for my struggle, and we depended on the rescue of the Northeastern Legion, we probably wouldn’t have seen a single corpse left," Liu Zhenhan lit a cigar, blew out five or six smoke rings, then exhaled a long stream of smoke, shooting down all these rings. "Every hereditary noble has a firm grasp on their vassal clans. Take the House Tribe under the Bear Men of the Pier Race, for example, the hippopotamuses should have been the best marine force soldiers, but the kingdom’s army department has still not yet exploited this potential. Perhaps the number of hippopotamus poets is not very high, such warriors might be eliminated in a wave of magical bombardment on the battlefield, but as small units used for unexpected penetrations and targeted attacks, these few warriors are very efficient and can deliver unexpected outcomes."

"It seems that you know a lot about the fighting methods of small forces, I have studied your battle examples," Mourinho said, trying unsuccessfully to hide the praise in his expression while looking at Liu Zhenhan.

"Not so... in all the battles I fought, I only turned the tables because of weapons and geographical advantages," Liu Zhenhan laughed.

"We have to say, our King is very visionary and ambitious. His considerations of taking back the rights of the temple might be the first step in centralizing power. If this step is successful, the next step would certainly be to retrieve the rights of the Senate, and concentrate all power in the monarchy," said Mourinho, rotating the gold flute in his hands, smiling and shaking his head. "In doing this, he is completely mimicking the centralization of power in human kingdoms. In this way, the enforcement of orders could certainly be more effective than our current state in Beamon, where we squabble over every little thing."

"It’s challenging. If he wants to take back the rights of the temple, he needs to face you first," Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily.

"It’s not just me," Mourinho also laughed. "Your understanding of the political currents within the kingdom is limited. Let me explain it to you simply. Take the Fox Tribe of Fawkes from the Northeast Province for example, the Fox Tribe has always had a large number of priests within the kingdom, and they have been distributed amongst the various legions and temples. Out of these, practically every high-ranking priest is loyal to a certain noble family, and this is not only limited to their own Fox Clan. Many cases of Fox priests attaching themselves to other noble families can be seen as well. Each of the noble families, in turn, attaches to either the Senate, the royal family, or the temple, one of the three major powers, and the public and secret struggle between the two major royal families, Lorraine and Taige, has always been the main theme. For a priest or warrior without any backing power to advance, it’s practically impossible. To get rid of a junior figure without any backup is a simple matter."