Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 913 - 212: Fake Prophet_3

Chapter 913: Chapter 212: Fake Prophet_3

Several generals from the military also followed Moer, incessantly chattering around Liu Zhenhan, Helen, and the Pope. Their intention was clear—they were preparing to enlist Moer. Before Liu Zhenhan could speak, several chief priests immediately stood up to vocally oppose, creating a cacophony of voices. After the commotion escalated, Liu Zhenhan could hardly hear what they were saying, as his ears buzzed from the noise.

Two supervisors, responsible for maintaining order within the arena, hurried over; one whispered something into the Pope’s ear, while the other rushed to His Majesty the King.

The Pope’s gaze flickered briefly. After the supervisor whispered a few words to His Majesty the King, his expression changed once more. The eyes of both supreme leaders settled on Lord Mourinho, who was seated nearby, silently observing the arena dynamics while noting the proceedings in a notebook with a goose quill pen.

At that moment, only Lord Mourinho continued dutifully fulfilling his role as a judge and chief priest, while others were either arguing with the generals or clustering noisily around His Majesty the King.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have a few minutes of silence, please?" His Majesty the King’s authoritative voice rang out.

The chief priests and generals, realizing the impropriety of their conduct, blushed slightly, stepped aside, and positioned themselves according to their affiliations. Several elders from the Senate hurried over from the noble stands, led by an elderly Wolf with white silver hair, wearing a red-ribboned ceremonial dress adorned with several shining medals, his demeanor imposing and serene.

"I have just received the thrilling news that two young lords of our Bode Clan, in the ceremony honoring the Olympics, also used magic attacks to defeat their adversaries instead of magical pets. Their magical prowess is at least at the level of a middle-rank mage," His Majesty the King stepped down from his throne and approached the Swan Chief Priest, "Lord Mourinho, could you explain the origin of this surprise for us all?"

His Majesty the King’s words stirred a thousand ripples, and the noisy clamor threatened to spread again, but this time, His Majesty the King quelled it with a look before any words could tumble from their mouths.

The ordinarily plain-faced King, at that moment, exuded an almighty regal authority. A single glance was enough to assert his royal command, and in the face of such an imperial gaze, anyone’s first impulse was to bow.

"Your Majesty, Your Holiness," Lord Mourinho closed his notebook, dusted off his robe, and slowly stood up, nodding to both the Pope and the King, "Golinny and Gomes have been priests in training at the Southwest Temple since their childhood. Besides completing their enlightenment in wisdom, I also found a magic tutor for them. Although double training in chanting and magic is challenging, it has proven to be feasible."

Clicking his tongue, Liu Zhenhan smacked his lips in admiration. Other priests had spent their lives trying to find a single apprentice—Mourinho had enlightened three at once, including his own children, who learned both battle chants and magic. This ratio was unprecedented in the temple’s history, suggesting that Gortani’s inability to become a priest was likely due to a lack of talent, leading her to become a Holy Temple Knight instead.

Pondering internally, Liu Zhenhan considered conducting a survey in the Jade Green World. An extra priest would be another helper. The Underground World was so vast—what good magical pets were not there? Among the Antelope Men, there was a young man who had once been attacked by a Prehistoric Giant Louse, named Robinson. He was a rare White Horned Bore. Logically, he had a great chance of becoming a priest. Could he perhaps attempt it?