Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 881 - 202

Chapter 881: Chapter 202

Every gain comes with a loss.

Upon reflecting on the aftermath, Liu Zhenhan realized that his own losses were not insignificant. Half of the Fei Lengcui conglomerate’s stalls and goods were destroyed in the brawl. However, compared to the complete offense to the Rhine Tribe, these losses seemed trivial.

Some people might hesitate before a crisis, looking before they leap, but once the situation takes a turn for the worse, they can suddenly see the bright side. Liu Zhenhan was such a person.

The Bimon Kingdom was his nominal motherland. As a career military officer, Liu Zhenhan had deeply-rooted nationalistic sentiments. He could prioritize matters of great importance, but there was a limit to this. Although he wouldn’t betray his country due to the prince’s relentless pressure, should things escalate, the previously indifferent Liu Zhenhan would certainly climb to a higher position to contain the situation and mount the strongest possible counterattack.

In light of the unpleasant incident at War God Plaza, Brut, soon afterward, specifically issued a strict gag order. With special consideration, the executors from the Religious Tribunal also stepped in to maintain order, and the Main Temple’s forty Holy Temple Knights went to every bar and inn, relaying the orders from Brut to contain any public opinion to the smallest scope possible.

Liu Zhenhan had reached complete indifference; the Rhine Tribe would not let him go, and he wasn’t a loaf of bread in an oven, whose demise was unpredictable. What tricks were played was a concern for later; tonight, however, was destined to be a splendid evening for the shining Fei Lengcui twins.

Helen was invited by His Majesty the King himself to attend a dinner at the Royal Palace. Liu Zhenhan, without dispute, became a distinguished guest under the red-robed Great Shaman Brut. As the War Shaman, he reveled in such favor that it was unprecedented in Bimon Kingdom’s history to find another master and disciple duo so honored.

Thanks to the Shaman of Divine Songs who had opened the path to Mount Hyjal at the year’s end, the temple specifically chose the Main Temple of Sabak as the venue for the reception dinner instead of a luxurious hotel. Even though the road to Mount Hyjal had only been theoretically opened, the officials still needed to hype it up a bit.

Liu Zhenhan understood that this was simply a publicity stunt; he was nothing but a pawn in Taige’s hands. The high level of hospitality he received was largely due to his being promoted to the leading enforcer, after he had just become the target.

The so-called mutual use is precisely what Liu Zhenhan was doing with the Taige Tribe. As for being the scapegoat, Liu Zhenhan had no choice in the matter. The complex political structure of the kingdom required any rising power to make a choice of alliance and dependency, which is true in any era—unless Fei Lengcui could remain remotely governed by the Emperor indefinitely.

It is the tragedy of the times. As long as intelligent life exists, this tragedy will persist.

It shows that sometimes heroes are not entirely born but can also be made by circumstances.

Carrying a copy of "Ceremonial Code," Liu Zhenhan followed the hunched figure of Brut alone to the Main Temple of Sabak.

The Main Temple of Sabak was reconstructed from an ancient ruin from the era of the War between Gods and Demons. Compared to the Witherspoon Temple Liu Zhenhan had seen, the Main Temple of Sabak did not outmatch it in grandeur and size but possessed a pure sense of historical vicissitudes and a dignified religious and cultural atmosphere, naturally creating a sacred and profound aura. After the Hyjal campaign, all the ancient temple sculptures that could be moved from the Holy Mountain Temple were now concentrated in the Main Temple of Sabak. Each ancient sculpture was a record of complex history, and any shaman or Beamon standing before the primitive sanctity would involuntarily feel their insignificance.

While listening to the Great Shaman explain the ancient relics, the newly-promoted Shaman of Divine Songs also did not forget to imbue the Sabak Temple with a divine song aura, bringing back the divine song halo that had disappeared for just two or three days to the embrace of the temple once more.

This act even made the Great Shaman click his tongue in amazement. After all, the degree and frequency at which the Shaman of Divine Songs used his war songs today should have exhausted a Scepter Shaman. Yet he seemed as lively as ever.

Liu Zhenhan had assumed that such a reception in the temple by the Great Shaman would be of the highest standard, sumptuous. The temple had a special privilege for the yearly shamanistic festival—a designated banquet of unique standards. Fifty miles outside Sabak City was the Imperial Garden, and within it, a sweetwater lake called Autumn Blade Pond. In the pond swam a unique fish species of the Aegean Continent, the "Autumn Blade Fish." Their scales were full of aromatic fats, perfect for steamed dishes, with fat melting into the flesh, offering an exquisite flavor. Springtime was the prime season when the "Autumn Blade Fish" were plump with roe and scales, and all the shamans attending the Olympic Festival could savor this fish, said to have a flavor reminiscent of first love, to their hearts’ content.

Since it originated from the lake in the Imperial Garden, the Autumn Blade Fish was not available on the market; otherwise, Liu Zhenhan would have bought it already—after all, both he and Guoguo were very curious about the taste of the Autumn Blade Fish.

Having endured the lengthy tour of ancient sites, Liu Zhenhan and Guoguo, together with a pair of Blood Infant sons, welcomed the banquet. Disappointingly for the eagerly bibbed group ready to devour their feast, the grand meal of the Main Temple of the Royal City consisted only of clear water, bread, a bottle of mustard, and a dish of salt!