Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 882 - 202 _2

Chapter 882: Chapter 202 _2

It was only at this moment that Liu Zhenhan finally remembered the teachings in the "Ceremonial Code" where it was advocated that rituals should embrace the practice of ascetic discipline to forge one’s will.

Now that he was a spokesman for the gods, Liu Zhenhan had no choice but to adopt the guise of a saint and relish the lavish feast before him. Guoguo and a pair of Blood Infant sons pouted so much you could hang mustard bottles from their lips—the three little rascals were all meat-lovers by nature, a trait that was purely hereditary.

The only satisfactory aspect for Liu Zhenhan was that the ten saintesses guarding the sacrificial fire also joined him for dinner. Among these ten beautiful saintesses, five were from the delicate and exquisite tribe of Paeber Ai, four were from the squeaky-voiced Garfield Clan Cat-people, and one was a tall Centaur Saintess from the House tribe.

This dinner party excluded other guests as Brut had not invited any. Both the chief priest and Shaman Wei An were overwhelmed with preparations for the ritual festival. Given the sensitive relationship between the Shaman of Divine Songs and the prince, most priests knew to keep their distance at this time; thus, the vast Main Temple dining room was eerily silent but for Master Qi Dan, Lord Bog Camp, the priests Deshang and Remel, and the ten saintesses accompanying the divine carriage of Shaman of Divine Songs, Richard.

The Great Priest in red robes showed a keen interest in the twin Blood Infants, repeatedly inquiring about them from Liu Zhenhan. Upon learning that the Blood Infants were offspring formed by the Shaman of Divine Songs using Blood Magic spells and his own blood essence, even the composed Brut could not help but be taken aback.

Though Brut did not fully understand what Blood Infants were, he had heard from Shaman Wei An that these infants could transform into a conjoined Giant Tree Spirit, which made him reconsider the Shaman of Divine Songs in a new light.

Even if a human Magic Apprentice were in the Bimon Kingdom, a land of magic desert, they would be treated as a Great Magician, let alone a native Mage suddenly appearing in Bimon?

The Great Priest in red robes, breaking into a cold sweat, couldn’t help but feel fortunate about his luck.

The Shaman of Divine Songs boasted that he was a Saint Chiao Mage, and although the Great Priest, Master Qi Dan, and Lord Bog Camp nodded in agreement on the surface, they didn’t take his claim seriously at heart, dismissing it as mere bluffing.

If a Saint Chiao Mage could emerge among the Bimon ritual community, wouldn’t that be like having a human pope from the Undead Mage? The three temple high officials did not think there was any ancient wisdom in the humor of the Shaman of Divine Songs.

Regarding the declaration by the Shaman of Divine Songs that he chanced upon his magic power but possessed no ability to cast magic, the Great Priest believed him. All records of combat feats stored with Brut confirmed that there truly was no record of Richard using magical attacks. Brut could only sigh deeply at this; ever since the Cicada People priests of the Skade Clan vanished into the annals of history, launching magic attacks through battle songs had become an impossible task for priests, and it seemed Shaman of Divine Songs Richard was also unable to break this cursed fate.

The Shaman of Divine Songs was, frankly, just a half-baked Mage who happened to have a conjoined Tree Spirit as a magical pet—of little strategic significance. Of course, for the kingdom and temple, having such a half-baked Mage was still better than none. Brut’s only regret was that due to the Elves’ language magic, the chances of widely teaching this Blood Magic were almost zero. Learning that Shaman Richard had successfully enlightened an apprentice with knowledge, the Pontiff urgently requested that Richard continue seeking more apprentices—after all, imparting wisdom is the best way to transmit knowledge!

"Brut, do I need to compete in the Olympic Festival again this time?" After several lackluster chats, Liu Zhenhan chewed on his bland bread, withdrawing his roving gaze from the ten beautiful saintesses and turning instead to the Great Priest in red robes.

"It depends on what you think, Shaman of Divine Songs is merely an honorary title and doesn’t fall within the formal hierarchy." Brut took off his towering crown and handed it to an attendant priest beside him, gracefully scratching his bald head with his little finger: "I personally support you competing because there is a promotion reward involved, and historically, there hasn’t been a precedent of a Scepter Shaman originating from the Shaman of Divine Songs. I hope you can make a dazzling record in the temple’s archives!"

"Then I’ll continue to compete, aim for the top scholar, and try playing with a Scepter Shaman," Liu Zhenhan shrugged nonchalantly, spreading his hands.

"Your Highness Richard," said the Great Priest solemnly, "I need to inform you beforehand, if you decide to compete, it’s very likely that the judges will unanimously approve your promotion and stop you from further competition to instead attend as a spectator. Given your strength, winning the ritual Olympics would be too easy. For balance, the judges will most likely decide this way, and your status is also quite special..."