Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 888 - 204: News of the Imperial Guard

Chapter 888: Chapter 204: News of the Imperial Guard

Although the mackerel was not enough to satisfy the two Blood Infants, a large amount of roasted meat was no problem at all. Although they hadn’t eaten their fill at the temple, fortunately, their own home was overflowing with countless delicacies. After a long time of coaxing by their father, Liu Zhenhan, the second and the third young masters finally agreed to eat grilled fish temporarily, on the condition that daddy would tell a hundred stories at night. According to them, in Caiyu City, Tang Beryljenna their mother would tell many, many stories every night.

Liu Zhenhan really hated Tang Beryljenna then; where could he find so many stories? But all he could do was agree first and figure it out later.

Squeezing through the layers of people, Liu Zhenhan was ecstatic to discover that his outfit made of porcupine skin always got him quite a few advantages. Seeing an old man full of spikes trying to get in, the first response of the diners originally surrounding the Fei Leng Cui trading group was to clear a space immediately, to avoid getting pricked and not knowing where to find a witch doctor.

"Four grilled trout! No lemongrass, I want extra chili peppers! Eh..." Liu Zhenhan leaned over the grill, waving his hands through the eye-stinging smoke, babbling away, but he realized that only a few Medusas and Butterfly Maids were busy sweating over the grill. Even though they knew the boss was talking, they were so busy they didn’t have a moment to pay attention to him, and the principal chefs, the Hobbit Halfling chefs, were nowhere to be found.

On closer inspection, Liu Zhenhan saw two Hobbit Halflings lying on lounge chairs not far away. One was holding a plate full of roasted yellow chicken necks, and beside them on a table, each had a glass of rum, the glasses bedewed with a row of cool droplets, clearly chilled with an Ice Bead. The two Halfling chefs were eating with greasy mouths shining, casually chatting, their chubby legs raised high, showing off soles covered in conspicuous black hair, occasionally giving a contented shake.

"What are you two doing?" Liu Zhenhan glared at the chicken necks, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and scolded the two chefs, "Didn’t you see business coming our way? And you two are just playing around?"

"We have to eat our sixth dinner!" Seeing that it was the boss who spoke, the two Hobbit Halflings slowly sat up from their lounge chairs, looking a bit aggrieved. However, seeing the boss’s look, their first reaction was to cover their plates, hiding the plate of chicken necks inside their chests.

Many races of the Aegean Continent find it unbelievable that Hobbit Halflings eat six meals a day, but unknown to them, Hobbit Halflings equally find it unimaginable that other races only eat three times a day.

For Hobbit Halflings, what could be more important than enjoying six delicious meals a day?

"Oh yeah, boss, someone came looking for you just now. Damn! Palace Guards, dressed in golden uniforms, looked really dashing!" The Halfling chef winked at the boss: "They looked pretty arrogant. I almost punched them right there, but Fat Luo held me back."

"Oh? Palace Guards? You wanted to punch them? Haha... You’re just full of it... Continue eating, and when you’re done, grill me four of the biggest, fattest trouts," Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows, "but don’t let Guoguo and the second and third young masters eat the fish roe! Kids who eat fish roe will become dumb for life, save all that roe for me. Give them one bead each, and if I come back to find you didn’t, I’ll skin you alive to beat the Meng drums!"

"Superstitious nonsense." The two Halflings muttered under their breath, taking the three young princes thrown by their lord.

The Beamon surrounding finally recognized who this porcupine-skinned Piegel was, pointing and whispering about Liu Zhenhan.

Liu Zhenhan courteously nodded his head at these Beamon, maintaining perfect composure as he swished his large sleeves and walked across the plaza towards the direction of the bar. The porcupine skin Shaman robe was very hot, stifling Liu Zhenhan making him feel like smoking, he thought about turning back to ask the Halfling chefs for an Ice Bead to cool down but felt it would be inappropriate for a Shaman of Divine Songs to turn back, so vanity prevailed and he just wiped the sweat from his forehead and kept walking forward.

All along the way, several militia of Fei Leng Cui were seen casually patrolling around, some even bonding merrily with the Holy Temple Knights from the Main Temple of Sabak. Seeing their lord return, the militia pointed with their thumbs in the direction of the bar inn, their eyes full of implications of causing trouble.

Liu Zhenhan silently speculated what the Palace Guards were here for at such a time. Picking a fight? Apologizing?

Both seemed unlikely.

When he had fought with the prince, Helen and Moer were both in the Royal Palace. However, Liu Zhenhan was not too worried about them, with Moer and the Gabriel Demon Butterfly around, nothing in the Bimon Kingdom could harm them. They could easily leave if they wanted to, with Moer’s ability in Instant Magic, not even a Giant Dragon could stop them.

Liu Zhenhan was deep in his wild thoughts when he saw Bellamy and Nedved in front of the bar’s entrance messing around. Bellamy was hugging a pile of poor-quality terracotta figurines, squatting on the ground and laughing joyously, while Nedved weighed a poor bow in his hand, his legs sandwiching a bag of mixed feathers, continuously drawing the bowstring and shooting at a dirty, black linen cloth twenty steps away.