Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 907 - 210: Waves of Jealousy_2

Chapter 907: Chapter 210: Waves of Jealousy_2

"When did I ever care about you?" Liu Zhenhan still stubbornly insisted, lifting his chin defiantly, "There are plenty of girls waiting to sleep with me! I’ve wanted to dump you for a long time!"

"If you don’t care about me, why are you so anxious? Your face pretends to be nonchalant, but your Magic Shield sold you out a long time ago! If you’re not angry, why is your blood boiling... tsk tsk... I saw your robe from afar, you are now the Shaman of Divine Songs, tsk tsk... This is an honorary position that requires following the ancient rites... tsk tsk..." Helen pouted her lips high, like a feisty chili pepper, "How did you become a foreign Elf, and I missed catching you red-handed? Now that you’re the Shaman of Divine Songs, shouldn’t I discipline you a bit, lest you misuse the War God’s name to flirt around?"

"This..." Liu Zhenhan didn’t expect that it was his Shaman’s robe that caused the trouble.

"What? Flirting on royal command?" Moer suddenly jumped up, "You dare!"

"Silly girl, look back." Liu Zhenhan, pretending to cough, quietly covered his mouth and whispered to Helen.

Helen looked back briefly, and her cheeks instantly flushed with embarrassment. Almost all the nobles in the main stand, maintaining various poses, were all gaping, staring dumbfounded at her and Richard.

Since she was facing away from these nobles, and because these hypocritical people were always muttering something quietly, Helen hadn’t controlled the volume of her voice, thinking she hadn’t caught anyone’s attention, completely unaware that her performance had played not just Richard, but also these nobles.

This pure, Cambridge High Priest!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ceremonial festivities are about to start, shouldn’t we start enjoying the matches?" The voice of the chief priest of the swans brought back the souls of the stunned nobles and chief priests around.

A sudden buzz of discussion rose again, and the nobles, focused on each other’s private lives but embarrassed to have been played by a little girl, tried their best to cover up their previous lapses, greeting each other warmly, discussing banal topics like today’s weather.

"Your Highness Richard, I am pleased to meet you here," King Grecke Sal finally approached Liu Zhenhan, with Moer still persistently tugging at Liu Zhenhan’s sleeve.

"Your Majesty, your personal inquiry honors me greatly," Liu Zhenhan politely returned the compliment to His Majesty.

"A genius lineage indeed is a genius lineage," said the King, nodding and smiling at Helen before returning to his throne.

This move earned Liu Zhenhan some favorable impressions; Old Liu started thinking this king was truly exceptional.

"Genius lineage what! My Richard is the biggest fool," Helen looked at Liu Zhenhan, hiding her mouth to giggle, "Moer has learned several War Songs and dances following me, what about you? Still the same old six War Songs, now you’ve just learned one Divine Song!"

"What a nonsense Divine Song," Liu Zhenhan lowered his voice, "Moer could learn it in five minutes, just a catchy tune!"

"I’m not interested in learning it." Moer coldly snorted with a smirk, her expression completely mimicking Avril’s.

"You little hoof! Always bringing up what shouldn’t be mentioned, right?" Old Liu fumed, "Keep it up and I’ll really find someone to sort you out!"

"Give it a try," Moer sneered at Old Liu.

"Are you asking me to jump off the bleachers?" Helen asked with a face full of intense jealousy.

"Don’t be like that!" Liu Zhenhan had no choice but to surrender.

"That’s more like it." Moer and Helen pouted together, hugging Liu Zhenhan’s arm, with Helen even reaching out to wipe the sweat from Old Liu’s forehead.

"Allow me to interrupt, Helen Lan and Richard Mian, please," said Master Bog Camp, the White Tiger Priest, coming over hesitantly and pointing towards the direction of Archbishop Ni, "The ritual competition is about to begin, and the contest will officially start. Lord Richard and Miss Moer should start preparing. After advancing today, the Archbishop really hopes Lord Mian could once again astonish all the priests."

"No problem," Liu Zhenhan and Moer exchanged glances and said to the White Tiger Priest, "Tell the Archbishop to hurry up and prepare the ’Cangqiong Prophet’s’ prophet robe."

"Cangqiong Prophet? How did a Cangqiong Prophet pop up?" The black Tang mark on the White Tiger Priest’s forehead furrowed into a Jun character.

No one had time to deal with the White Tiger Priest’s question anymore, as the true climax of the ritual celebration had just begun.

The organization of the contest and its arrangements for all previous events had already been established and planned by the chief priests. The delegations sent by various major temples and altars, as well as all the civilian and military priests who had registered were arranged according to a cross-regional basis, with the judges drawing lots to line up the competitor’s list.

Master Qi Dan of the Northeast Province had already been designated the chief priest, so Cui Beixi, the beautiful snake instructor, became the main person in charge of this selection competition. When Liu Zhenhan, along with Moer and Helen, arrived at the Northeast Province’s VIP box from the main stand, they were first greeted by a thunderous applause. Hippo poets one by one pouted their butts rushing forward, each presenting their miswritten poems to the boss lady, with their nauseating praises flowing incessantly like the waters of the Sanggan River.

Guoguo along with the second and third youngsters also plunged into Helen’s arms, showering her with noisy kisses.

"Quickly, quickly! It’s our turn to enter the stage!" The beautiful snake instructor waved the contestant list roster in her hand, cradling Helen’s cheek and affectionately rubbing her forehead against it, "My Helen, you’ve made your instructor proud this time!"

"It’s Beamon’s tradition for apprentices to surpass their instructors. Otherwise, why would they say ’The unknown future is our motivation to move forward’?" Liu Zhenhan said, taking the singing crown from Rabbit Beauty with an overly sagely air.

"Richard, your hairstyle changed again! I couldn’t say it back at War God Plaza, but now that you’re also Shaman of Divine Songs, you should take care of your appearance," the beautiful snake instructor reproachfully looked at him.

"What nonsense Shaman, I’m dead, and the kingdom can simply pop out another Shaman of Divine Songs," Liu Zhenhan snorted disdainfully.

"That’s true, the kingdom’s priests are accustomed to calling the Shaman of Divine Songs the ’Short-Lived Curse.’ Since ancient times, every Shaman of Divine Songs hasn’t lasted more than five years before dying in the line of duty. What you say makes some sense," the beautiful snake instructor jabbed Liu Zhenhan’s forehead hard, "Stop the nonsense and get ready to go on stage!"

"Damn! Another curse!" Liu Zhenhan was so aggrieved he couldn’t stand it, as if he really was doomed to be cursed.

"Quickly, quickly!" The beautiful snake instructor tapped Liu Zhenhan’s head with the roster, "Getting ready for the stage is the right thing; if you dawdle any longer, I won’t let you live past today!"