Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 802 - 175: Pull of Interests_3

Chapter 802: Chapter 175: Pull of Interests_3

"I’ve long admired your renowned name, Lord Treizegar, oh... please forgive my straightforwardness, after all, to distinguish the two of you and to convey due reverence for the God of War’s favor, it would be more fitting to address you by your noble surname." Liu Zhenhan hypocritically raised his cup, clinking it with that of the Snake-men Overlord: "I have long heard..."

Liu Zhenhan touched his cup to that of the elder Medusa with graying hair: "...Elder Holielle, your War Song power has already reached the level of Shaman Wei An, and I have always greatly admired you. I also feel an urge to witness ’Li Wu Zhu Niao’ of the Elder and the ’Nemie Giant Lion’ of the Overlord, these two great magical pets."

"You flatter me too much, Scepter Shaman." Medusa Elder Holielle politely clinked cups with Liu Zhenhan: "I hold equal respect for your powerful Far East fire crane magical pet and both your Fairy Dragons."

Inwardly, Liu Zhenhan found it hilarious that he had never seen such a shameless Beamon, who dared to bring up that legendary stuff and even share a surname with the God of War’s magical pet.

Three Medusas dressed in white shaman robes also slithered over to clink cups with Liu Zhenhan, who greeted these Snake-men shamans with feigned courtesy. He remembered well the might of these Snake-men: nine Soul Shamans, five War Shamans, and three Staff Shamans, plus an elder and a current clan leader both at the level of a Great Shaman. However, the temple wouldn’t possibly bestow such a high number all at once, so these Medusas clad in the white robes of War Shamans were most likely the three at the Staff Shaman level.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder. With a dozen shamans for three thousand warriors, these Snake-men of Caiyu City were indeed fierce. With such a high shaman-to-warrior ratio, the battle power of three thousand Medusa warriors could easily be doubled, if not more. Compared to the ratios in the Beamon regular army, where a brigade had but one War Shaman, their ratio was as high as one shaman for every hundred-person squad, even more bullish than a regular army.

As he was lost in his thoughts, Liu Zhenhan suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve. Looking down, he saw Guoguo with her shiny, greasy mouth, her little paws pointing excitedly at Taige sitting at Liu Zhenhan’s table.

Taige’s eyes were fixed like a spotlight on a young female among the Snake-men opposite, dead set on watching her. The Snake-woman, who appeared at most seventeen or eighteen years old, was very decent and beautiful, with hair like clouds and particularly fair and translucent skin, holding an Oriental beauty reminiscent of Ning Yu rather than the aesthetic of the Aegean Continent like Instructor Cui Beixi.

This Snake-woman, dressed in a white War Shaman robe, clearly had formidable strength, as she blushed deeply at being stared at by a repulsive, pockmarked-faced monstrosity of a man.

"Ahem..." Liu Zhenhan discreetly kicked Taige, who bore a lovesick expression, under the table. This young and beautiful Snake-woman shaman was Elder Holielle’s lovely daughter, named Fei Wenli. Liu certainly didn’t want his beloved pet taking a shine to such a potential adversary.

Taige required three forceful kicks from Liu Zhenhan to come to his senses, then he embarrassingly lowered his head and started guzzling his drink, causing Liu to wonder. Taige’s character wasn’t usually like this – he knew how to let go. Why was he suddenly acting so smitten today?

Strange! Liu Zhenhan frowned.

As he was musing about why Taige was behaving this way, Lord Mourinho of the Swan Shamans and Ambassador Bog Camp of the Taige also arrived, holding their cups before Liu Zhenhan, politely clinking glasses with the Feilengcui Lord and all the Medusa Shamans.

"The kingdom’s Olympic Shaman Conference will soon take place in Sabak’s capital. This time, the Northeast Temple’s delegation is quite impressive!" Lord Bog Camp smiled: "We’re also lucky that Lord Richard owns flying magical pets, otherwise, with only about ten days left, you really wouldn’t be able to make it in time."

"Although Caiyu City is within the bounds of the Northeast Province, when Fei Wenli registered, it was done under the quota of the Main Temple of the Southwest. At the upcoming Olympic Conference, I hope Lord Richard will not hesitate to share his expertise," said the Snake-men Elder Holielle with a somewhat insincere pleasantry.

"Far from it, I am still rather green and it is just idle talk from the outside world. Such titles as ’Junior Scepter Shaman’ are mere words from the bored," Liu Zhenhan said modestly.

He has never liked to haggle over such cheap verbal advantages, but when it comes to actual fighting, he wouldn’t hold back his punches.

"Oh! Lord Richard, I nearly forgot to tell you some great news." Lord Bog Camp put down his cup and gave Liu Zhenhan a mysterious wiggle of his eyebrows.

"What good news?" Liu Zhenhan sipped a tiny amount of the fine wine, watching the Tiger Man shaman intently.