Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 883 - 202 - 3

Chapter 883: Chapter 202 - 3

"You mean... that I should go up and perform?" Liu Zhenhan asked, astonished and tongue-tied, "What about the priesthood crown? Have I lost my chance at it?"

"Your Highness Richard, originally, the arrangement under the Pope’s auspice was this: after you had obtained the crown of the first-year young priest, as a reward, the city of Feilengcui would establish a new large altar or temple, which you would control. But you suddenly became the Shaman of Divine Songs, and this change has caught us off guard! This... Please forgive my rudeness, this is truly unexpected! Previous Shamans of Divine Songs were all born among low-ranking priests and had to be centrally protected in the Main Temple at Sabak. However, your strength surpasses that of the entire nation, making such protective measures unnecessary. Hence, the issue of the sleeping chamber arrangements for the Shaman of Divine Songs arises," the White Tiger priest Bog Camp continued, "For your Highness’s sleeping chamber, its status is akin to the Summer Palace of the War God, and must be accompanied by ceremonial knights, the Saintess, and attendant priests. Therefore, if you were to obtain the priesthood crown, opening another temple or altar in Feilengcui would seem redundant and meaningless."

"If that’s the case, then why should I still compete?" Liu Zhenhan blinked his eyes and looked at the three high-ranking officials of the temple, "Honorable sirs, please forgive my ignorance, but does Brut insist on my participation in the competition for some other special reason?"

"Your Highness Richard, I have seen your strength with my own eyes," the red-robed Grand Priest chuckled, "There is no special reason. My desire for you to participate in the competition is simple: with your involvement, the prestige and entertainment value of the entire Priestly Olympics will greatly increase. Our kingdom can produce about one hundred and fifty Wind Whisperer priests a year, but within a year, less than fifteen will make the threshold to become Soul Priests. Apart from those serving in the army as War Priests, nearly all second-tier and above priests travel around in search of apprentices. The annual Olympic Festival is also meant to encourage these novice Wind Whisperer priests. If they can witness the performance of a great priest, it will offer the maximum encouragement to these young Wind Whisperers. Do not underestimate this kind of encouragement! For each additional Soul Priest, both the temple and kingdom will be grateful to you!"

"You’re not going just to perform but to display a miracle on behalf of the temple," Shaman Wei An, Master Qi Dan, said with a smile, "At tomorrow’s opening ceremony, there will be many nobles in attendance. This is the chance to show those arrogant military bigwigs what the power of a top-tier priest looks like! A priest of a high enough level can influence the battlefield just like a Mage can! Your magical pet and your strength can fully prove this point!"

Liu Zhenhan could only offer a wry smile. Speaking for himself, his ability to influence the battlefield was unquestionable. However, it seemed like a pipe dream for other priests to reach his level. What does it matter if a couple more Soul Priests emerge amongst the Wind Whisperers? The Soul Priests are already the largest group in the temple’s organization. Yet, even the two Staff Priests, Remel and Deshang, only possess lower-grade advanced Magical Beasts as their magical pets, not even comparable to Nedved’s Thousand-Mile Horse. What caliber of Magical Beast could a Soul Priest hope to summon? And what difference would it make if one or two more Soul Priests join their ranks?

Old Liu wasn’t sure if it was because he had seen more of the world, or if the kingdom’s strength really wasn’t all that impressive.

"Becoming a Soul Priest means one can carry on the lineage, and perhaps the mentor isn’t that remarkable, but the apprentices might achieve something in the future," mused the Pope, seeming to have read Liu Zhenhan’s thoughts, he sighed, "Your Highness Richard, Lord Mourinho’s lineage of geniuses is, after all, just one in the kingdom, and the only one who has attained a Komodo War Behemoth as a magical pet in their capacity as a Soul Priest is none other than Helen. The foundation of the temple can’t rely solely on this bit of excellent bloodline to sustain and maintain itself."

"I shall not fail your teachings," Liu Zhenhan smiled, "Let the performance be a performance. No need for the Pope to worry too much. In the future, Helen’s battle dance classes will bring you even more surprises."

"According to records, the priestly battle dance can increase the success rate by about five times. This is also the intent behind establishing the Cambridge Sacrificial College with the King His Majesty and the elder Quentin, to provide long-term benefits. Although the restriction of Divine Songs still holds and the advancement process is still as difficult, having five times more Soul Priests every year can provide significant assistance to the warriors if war breaks out," laughed the red-robed Grand Priest, "And luckily, Your Highness Richard, you have also created the War Song Scroll, which is of the utmost importance. The scroll will definitely greatly enhance the power of the priests. Initially, for confidentiality reasons, I have strictly locked down all information about you since receiving Master Qi Dan’s report."

"Heh heh..." Liu Zhenhan chuckled dryly, thinking to himself, Old gecko, oh old gecko, that’s not really about confidentiality, it’s more like you’re afraid the King will court me, right?

"Your Highness Richard, I must remind you that Mage Helen will hold her coronation ceremony at tomorrow’s opening event, and tonight the King has summoned her to the palace. We both understand the implication of this. The Fawkes family has always maintained a healthy relationship with Rheinland. I knew this news too late, and now I want to confirm with you, how likely do you think it is that the King will successfully court her?" Brut riveted Liu Zhenhan with a question.