Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 803 - 176: The Grand Magister of Cambridge

Chapter 803: Chapter 176: The Grand Magister of Cambridge

"What good news?" Liu was shocked as he sipped a small mouthful of fine wine, his gaze fixed on the White Tiger Priest Bog Camp.

The drama had begun. Liu thought to himself.

"Recently, the Great Shaman Qi Dan informed the Pontiff, His Majesty the King, and the Senate of a sensational fact that has shocked the entire city. Your mentor, Priestess Helen," Bog Camp glanced at the fox who was dancing fervently and continued, "I personally cannot describe how a ’Dual Cultivation of Song and Dance’ and ’Celebration of Life’ ceremony has caused such an exaggerated sensation and shock in our royal city of Sabak!"

"When I first received this news, I spent an entire night sleepless." Swan High Priest Mourinho said softly with a smile, his eyes intensely staring at Liu’s face, "Whether it is Helen’s ’Natural Evolution,’ ’Celebration of Life,’ or ’Dual Cultivation of Song and Dance,’ or Richard’s ’War Song Scroll,’ I am cheering and proud for you, and sincerely praising the War God for the many talents that have emerged in our sacrificial lineage."

Liu felt a sweet tingle in his heart, the expression on Lord Mourinho now was like that of a compassionate father who sees his children living happily and joyfully, and this heartfelt happiness could clearly and directly infect everyone around him.

With a warm tear in his eye from such a look, Liu quickly bowed his head and stared at the ground.

Since arriving on the Aegean Continent, who had truly looked at Old Liu? Whether it was Helen’s uncle Simek or these priests from the temple, even today when they might be flattering Old Liu, one could clearly see the gap between the higher and lower nobility... - Vassal Clan Rabbit Beauty that could be presented to Overlord Piegel, but each of the Taige Clan Biao people knights who possess noble status can only be bestowed to hereditary noble Helen of the Fawkes lineage.

Boundaries are boundaries, gaps are gaps. Liu hated this race-based discrimination from the bottom of his heart. Although cynical and frivolous in life, he was also an ordinary person who needed affirmation and appreciation, not someone treated as a lucky fool by everyone.

Actually, his needs weren’t high... - A genuinely admiring look, just one truly appreciative glance was enough.

Just like the way his brother used to pat his head with a laugh, like the gentle autumn sunlight silently falling on his shoulders, the scent of wheat straw faintly drifting through his hair.

"Thank you for your appreciation, you will always be an insurmountable monument in front of me," Liu stiffened up, kicking his heels together, and nodded slightly with a rare serious and solemn expression to the High Priest Mourinho.

He had every reason to be moved, because Lord Mourinho’s appreciative gaze was genuinely sincere. If such a look could be faked, then there was only one possibility... - the depth and hypocrisy of this Swan High Priest had reached a pinnacle.

Liu hoped in his heart that this possibility did not exist.

"Indeed, as you say, my respected High Priest," White Tiger Priest Bog Camp, being a true political operator, smoothly expressed, "but personally, I have a slight dissent."

"Oh?" The Swan High Priest raised an eyebrow faintly.

"If a genius were to appear in any other ancestral lineage of the sacrificial ceremonies, I would be extremely envious and surprised," said White Tiger Priest smiling at Lord Mourinho, "but a genius emerging from your lineage of priests seems quite normal to me, just as naturally as a White Tiger Beamon is born a painter and a Hippopotamus Beamon is born an epic writer."

This effortless boast immediately won a knowing smile, and even Prince Moore and the two Staff Priests joined in, subtly flattering the Swan High Priest.

"I am already old, let our Lord Bog Camp continue to unveil important decisions for our kingdom," the Swan High Priest gracefully stopped the increasingly sycophantic praises, a hint of contempt appearing briefly on his handsome face.

"Hehe..." Lord Bog Camp, ever so clever, quickly caught the High Priest’s impatience and swiftly changed the topic, "I still can’t believe the decision our kingdom has made this time, how remarkably epoch-making it is! In light of ’Dual Cultivation of Song and Dance’ and ’Celebration of Life’ reappearing after a millennium, Prime Minister Brut, His Majesty the King, and Chief Senator Old Redkenap have consulted and made a decision to establish the first sacrificial school... - ’Behemoth Cambridge Sacrifice College’ and have appointed Priestess Helen as the first Dean of the kingdom’s Cambridge Sacrifice College."

"What?" All the priests present exclaimed in unison, meanwhile, the one ogling the serpentess Fei Wenli was startled, looking around in confusion.

"How is this possible!" Even the usually impeccable Mourinho, the epitome of decorum, seemed slightly uncomposed, splitting his bamboo wine cup in two with a sharp snap, splashing wine all over Koala Bear Priest Remel’s head and face.