Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 886 - 203: Life

Chapter 886: Chapter 203: Life

The Emperor had starved his soldiers, and of course, the Grand Priest dressed in red, Brut, did the same.

Although the supper without Spanish mackerel was a bit of a letdown, Brut made sure it was very substantial by appointing the newly promoted Shaman of Divine Songs as the Chief Shaman of the accompanying ritual team, overseeing all the military priests --------- The ritual team was pre-arranged to have a luxurious lineup with three High Priests attending!

Such favor was a rare occurrence that lifted Liu from the depths to the heavens in an instant.

Power, beauty, status, glory, even the right of the first night that Liu had repeatedly inquired about from his beautiful serpent instructor back in the Northeast Province was now his; it indeed sufficed to buy off any enforcer, and Brut’s request seemed not too hard to fulfill. It was simply to have Liu accompany the military’s spring offensive, looting heretics while amassing spoils of war for the later development of the Holy Knight Corps.

No matter how you looked at it, the job seemed a breeze.

Really?

Liu knew as if looking into a mirror.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world!

This spring offensive, the Kingdom deployed its elite Imperial Guards, known as "The Whip of the War God," and also sent a ritually powerful group with three High Priests to join the army. Such a luxurious lineup for dealing with the Desert People’s bandits was an overkill, as if using a butcher’s cleaver to kill a chicken. ----------- Having the High Priests on the battlefield, which in the past would only happen when the Bimon Kingdom faced a decisive battle of life and death, clearly indicated that both the Kingdom and the Main Temple were ready to completely eliminate the troublesome Desert bandits once for all.

Among the Kingdom’s twelve High Priests, Lord Mourinho’s strength was unparalleled nationwide, and throughout history as an absolutely Legendary Sacrificer. However, this time, the Swan High Priest only dispatched a squadron of Griffin aerial knights for this spring offensive and excused himself from participating, which made Liu feel very uneasy.

If there were three High Priests in the accompanying ritual team, why didn’t they appoint one of them as the Chief Shaman, but instead picked Liu, who had just been officially promoted to War Shaman?

The old Liu had already cursed this old gecko’s ancestors a hundred times over in his mind.

If things really hit the fan at the front lines and the war progressed smoothly, accompanied by the successful capture of abundant spoils, conflicts were bound to erupt between the Temple and the military over the interests, and the consequences would be severe.

Whether it was the Desert People’s blacksmiths or mines or other resources, none was something Bimon Kingdom didn’t crave, all being tight strategic resources. To put it bluntly, every battle throughout history came down to logistics. The Temple wanted to form the Holy Knight Corps, but the military surely also wanted another "Whip of the War God," didn’t they?

In such a scenario, with the military being the main offensive force, if the Temple plundered resources extensively, the Chief Shaman of the ritual team would inevitably face severe dissatisfaction from the military. It wouldn’t be as simple as Brut moving his lips to complete the task amidst the encirclement of tens of thousands of soldiers.

If the task were not completed gracefully, whether the Taige Tribe and the Temple would show him any goodwill afterward was self-evident; yet, if he were to tenaciously complete the task, the entire military would never forgive him, let alone the already highly offended Rhine Clan. Liu felt like he was handling a dangerous task, looking grand on the surface but perilous upon closer inspection.

Lord Mourinho knew the muddy waters were not to be trifled with, and so did Liu, but he really had no choice at the moment. If he wanted to continue his life in the Bimon Kingdom, he had to abide by the rules of the game here. There were too many ways to manipulate someone from behind the scenes, and even as the Shaman of Divine Songs, Liu had to be extra cautious.

Playing the fool as a Piegel was one of his strengths, and being manipulated as a pawn was certainly not to his interest, so he didn’t mind the top figures of the Temple having their performance. He was happy to continue the charade, as the Rhines never had a tradition of merely following others and sipping the soup they left behind.

Seeing the newly promoted Shaman of Divine Songs agree so readily, the Grand Priest dressed in red seemed quite pleased. After finishing the main discussion, he gradually steered the conversation towards various odd tales and ancient stories, creating a more harmonious atmosphere.

At such times, water and bread were obviously not fitting for the topic, so Brut himself instructed the servant priests to retrieve a bottle of Muge Wine from the cellar. Muge Wine, stemming from an ancient tradition in Bimon Kingdom, is made with a high alcohol content from tequila mixed with a certain amount of fresh elk blood, fermented and settled for a long time in cellars. This wine was consumed by Bimon scouts or vanguard warriors tasked with highly difficult missions in ancient times, to boost their morale and courage.

Muge Wine, much like skull necklaces because of its savagery, had long been eliminated by history. The reason why the Sabak Temple still had it was purely because the quarters of the last Shaman of Divine Songs, Loumeneg, were located within the Main Temple.

Whether Brut’s offering Liu the Muge Wine was a coincidence or a test, only Brut knew.

Liu, for his part, just drank.

What he found interesting was that the brewer who specialized in making Muge Wine for the Shaman of Divine Songs was also considered a formal clergy member within the Temple ----------- a Brewer Priest.