Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 885 - 202 _5

Chapter 885: Chapter 202 _5

"No problem," Liu Zhenghan agreed immediately.

"For this expedition to the Taklamago Desert, you and Helen requested to join the army. After learning about Helen’s background, I couldn’t bear to refuse this request. This time, although the shamanic group is nominally accompanying the army, we have already acquired a certain level of armed forces. Given your outstanding achievements, I will specially appoint you as the Chief Shaman and entrust you with full control of all military operations in the desert! Once we capture the four major oases of the Taklamago Desert, I hope Prince Richard can quickly stabilize the situation and seize both resources and money ahead of the military. As for prisoners of war and heretic citizens, it will be difficult to compete with the military, so we will just need to focus on expanding our followers at that point. We have a large number of Wind Whisperers domestically, and we can allocate a batch of them to gradually spread our doctrine," Brut wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said with the utmost seriousness to Liu Zhenghan, "One thing you need to be especially aware of is that the human blacksmiths in the desert are very skilled in smelting; I have seen the Dalis Mega Scimitars they forge, and they can slice through iron like mud! This is the kingdom’s most urgently needed resource, so the blacksmiths and mining areas are of paramount importance!"

"Plundering is our strong suit," Liu Zhenghan raised an eyebrow.

"Money and equipment are too important! If we have money, we can use various excuses to form a Holy Knight legion rather than just a squadron! The mercenary scheme proposed by Lord Mourinho is a good idea, but equipment, military pay, logistics, and pensions... these expenses are simply too huge! The temple’s financial income is only enough to maintain the normal operations of a squadron, so this high priestess places great hope in this battle in the desert! Even greater hope is placed on Prince Richard!" the White Tiger Shaman, Bog Camp, spoke with a trembling voice.

"Once the temple has an army, wouldn’t that lead to the polarization of military power? Could this cause any problems?" Liu Zhenghan mused.

"Since King Grecke Sal ascended the throne, the kingdom has been recuperating and reproducing for over twenty years now. It has become imperative to eliminate the surrounding threats. The temple cannot always appear as a war vassal; it’s time to learn from the human Holy Vatican!" the Red Priest pondered, "The king has repeatedly tried to weaken the temple’s influence; we must have better countermeasures. Now that all the War Shamans with over two years of service are serving in the various legions, the temple has lost this core strength, so we can only compensate from another aspect. Only in this way can we have an excuse to retain a batch of War Shamans for the temple!"

"Indeed," Liu Zhenghan chuckled, "I was also supposed to be conscripted by the military department after another year, but now that I am being promoted to Scepter Shaman, that won’t be necessary."

"Just one year, and the kingdom’s priesthood will absolutely be under the aura of the Twin Fae Stars! I have no demands on Prince Richard; I give you full authority to select Saintesses from various races. However, once you rise to prominence, don’t forget this old Taige who once stepped forward to help you."

"How could I! After turning our backs on each other so badly... haha... let’s toast... to the health of Prince Richard," Liu Zhenghan laughed loudly, stood up, picked up his water cup, and spoke in a teasing tone.

"As you wish," the three senior members of the temple also stood up reservedly.

The four water cups lightly clinked together, everything understood without words.

"Prince Richard, you may not know this, but although the Shaman of Divine Songs doesn’t hold actual power, this honorary title originates from the ancient system, hence, within your royal chamber, all protocols will follow ancient traditions," White Tiger Shaman, Bog Camp, smiled and stared at the dumbfounded Liu Zhenghan, "I regret to inform you that most Shamans of Divine Songs struggle to survive past four to five years. However, you clearly aren’t in this category, hence you must fulfill this duty, which is a mission you must complete."

"I... this... that..." Liu Zhenghan was almost at a loss for words.