Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 867 - 196: The King’s Invitation_2

Chapter 867: Chapter 196: The King’s Invitation_2

"Is that so... I’m... I’m very grateful to you." Helen’s expression faltered slightly, her tone softening a bit. This time, she was sincerely thanking the prince, not out of courtesy.

After the Maple Leaf Village massacre, Helen’s kin consisted only of an uncle, Simek. Her maternal grandfather’s family were hereditary beast tamers for the Main Temple, always engaged in taming magical pets and mounts for the Altar Sacrificial Ceremony and the Holy Temple Knights. Although these tame magical creatures could not compete with wild Magical Beasts in quality, their role for the temple was still indispensable. Before the Maple Leaf Village massacre occurred, Helen’s grandfather Wolle’s family had been transferred to the Main Temple in Sabak.

Not only Wolle’s family but starting from last year, beast tamers from temples in various provinces had already been gathering at the Main Temple in Sabak. For political reasons, all beast tamers had been gradually transferred from the temples to the military. It was impossible for Helen’s grandfather Wolle to become the chief Beast Tamer and advance to a higher nobility, especially since he was only a Fawkes viscount, without the help of a powerful patron.

In Sabak City, the Royal Capital, concepts differed from other cities. Here in the capital, titles and ranks abounded. Without a position of real power, even with a noble title, one might not have as much say as the steward of a great noble family.

For Helen, who had few relatives and who valued family ties, the fact that His Highness the Prince remembered to help her out made her feel a warmth in her heart. She had only been in Sabak for a short while and hadn’t had time to visit her grandfather Wolle’s home yet.

Liu Zhenhan made a series of cold laughs in a strange tone on the side, causing the Liger Prince to roll his eyes at him.

The prince’s little trick was not very sophisticated, but it did show some skill. He used family affection as the entry point, accurately targeting Helen’s soft spot. Liu Zhenhan thought that the Rhine Clan was famous for being overly sentimental, and it didn’t seem unfounded—this Prince Richard was indeed an old Romeo when it came to matters of the heart.

"Serving you has always been my dream. If it weren’t for the war that broke out last year, causing me to rush to the frontline, I believe I would have visited you in Feilengcui long ago." His Highness the Prince accidentally brushed the war decoration hanging from a blue ribbon on his chest with his hand, speaking with fervor.

The Double-Headed Eagle decoration represented courage, ardor, loyalty, and fearlessness—or in short, the decoration had a better effect at capturing the eyes of naive young girls than proving valor.

"I’ve heard of your exploits on the frontline already," Helen said, the smartest of the Fawkes. She could clearly see through the prince’s little schemes, her lips curling into a secretive smile.

That faint smile instantly hooked Prince Richard’s gaze. The unique enchantment of a fox woman was fully embodied in Helen’s smile. With her increasingly noble status and a growing number of subjects, Helen’s charm carried an indescribable dignity. Not only the prince, even Liu Zhenhan beside her was half electrified by that smile.

Prince Richard’s chatterbox was suddenly unleashed, his face flushed red as he recounted how he had encountered peril on the battlefield and how he had heroically fought his way out, talking as if the sun and moon had faded away.

"Silly bird~" The little parrot wisely squawked.

Prince Richard glared fiercely at the annoying little parrot, yet he still couldn’t stop the incessant prattle of the creature, who was fearless even of the Golden Giant Dragon, let alone a prince.

"What I am truly pleased about is that Miss Helen will soon be honored with the position of the High Priestess of Cambridge. The Cambridge Oasis isn’t very far from Sabak Royal City. I also plan to request a transfer to Cambridge Oasis from the temple, to use my sword to protect Miss Helen’s safety," Prince Richard said, taking a breath and with a carefully composed elegance.

Liu Zhenhan thought that this guy finally revealed his foxy tail, even though he was Rhine.

"That won’t be necessary," Helen said with a smile, pointing to the three Taige Clan Biao warriors behind her. "The Holy Temple Knights are tasked with defending the god of war; with these Taige warriors, my safety is more than assured."

"We can always discuss this matter later," Prince Richard said, his face not betraying a hint of emotion. "Actually, my visit this time is to invite Miss Helen to a banquet my father is hosting in your honor."

"A banquet held just for you." The prince gently clapped his hands, emphasizing his tone and giving a dismissive glance at Liu Zhenhan beside him.

A magnificent carriage slowly approached from around the corner after the prince finished speaking. It was pulled by four golden steeds, with a body lacquered in gold and adorned in sumptuously dignified colors, devoid of any superfluous patterns or engravings. The coachman was a tall, proud lionman of the Rhine Tribe, clad in a golden coat, exuding an aura of elegance.

Seeing the carriage drawn by four golden horses stop before him, Nedved, who was fiddling with two Gold Coins as he plucked at his beard, suddenly had his eyes light up, resembling the expression he had when he discovered the "Thousand-Mile Horse," the Three-legged Gold Toad.

"Truly befitting of a royal carriage," Liu was awestruck as he whistled softly.

The brows of the three Biao warriors from the Taige Clan were deeply furrowed. An invitation from His Majesty the King was difficult to refuse for anyone, yet such an invitation might not be good news for the Taige.

"May I have your hand?" Prince Richard bent down with a humble posture, took off his gloves, and extended his hand to Helen.

The Rhine Tribe coachman leaped down from his seat and opened the door of the carriage, nodding at Helen with a steady gaze that was neither humble nor arrogant, as if none of the many people in the square could catch his discerning eye.

"Go ahead," Liu nodded to Helen while the little fox’s gaze stayed fixed on him. "It would be rather unwise to refuse an invitation from the king."

"Helen Lanxia, it is our duty to accompany and protect you. Please allow us to lead the way for you," one of the seasoned Biao warriors stepped up with large strides, shielding the carriage door overhead for Helen.

"Lord Effenberg, the palace’s security doesn’t need such a valiant warrior like you to join. We of the Rhine in Sabak are somewhat confident about ensuring Miss Helen’s safety," Prince Richard said with a sneer. "Additionally, I must clarify one thing, this time it is only His Majesty the King inviting priestess Helen for a personal dinner, and no invitation card has been prepared for you, Earl."

Aha! Liu couldn’t help but take another glance at the Biao warrior, having not expected this reticent log to rank two full titles higher than himself among the nobility.

Biao warrior Effenberg was at a loss for words in response to the prince’s blunt statement, stunned and unsure how to reply. The heavy weight of the king’s implication indeed left no room for cover.

"May I go as well?" Moer innocently asked the prince.

"You?" Prince Richard’s brow furrowed, knitting the "King" character between his eyebrows into a "Field," knowing that Moer was just a low-ranking blue-robed Wind Whisperer, whose rank did not even qualify her to enter the temple, let alone the Palace.

However, Moer’s identity was a little special. Seeing her transparent crystalline wings, the prince knew she must be a butterfly person of the returned Yufrey clan. The whole kingdom was abuzz with the news of the three clans returning to their homeland. In the upcoming opening ceremony of the Olympian, representatives of the three clans were to be received by His Majesty the King and the Grand Red Priest. For these three Beamon, the Beamon Kingdom had to make some exceptions, no matter who it was.

"This is my granddaughter, Wind Whisperer Moer," Helen blinked her sparkling eyes, holding the prince’s gaze.

"Very well then," Prince Richard shrugged his sharp eyebrows and granted Helen and Moer’s request. He couldn’t find a reason to deny Helen’s desire to bring along her apprentice; for a mentor to bring an apprentice to important events was also a tradition in training priestesses in the Beamon Kingdom. Of course, given the prince’s affectionate nature, he couldn’t bear to deny a request from a delicate and pretty butterfly girl.

Watching the four lofty horses producing a series of "clip-clop" sounds on the tree-lined boulevard, Liu was surprised that Prince Richard did not follow them. This was rather inconsistent with the prince’s notoriously persistent character.

"Lord Richard," the prince finally took it upon himself to greet the Feilengcui Lord, but this time his face was covered with a layer of frost, with not a trace of his previous smile.