Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 916 - 213 Descendants_3

Chapter 916: Chapter 213 Descendants_3

Suddenly, a large group gathered around the Swan High Priest, filling the air with empty flattery while Golinny and Gomes looked on disdainfully.

"Your Majesty, under the resplendent...," a trembling voice began timidly, tinged with a hint of fear and panic.

Only then did Lord Grecke Sal and Brut notice that they had neglected Chekin, a civilian priest with triplet magical pets, for quite some time.

"My child, I have been rather rude. After all, you are a civilian priest with triplet magical pets, a unique phenomenon in our history of priesthood," Brut’s face flushed red.

"Lord Pope, Miss Qian Qian’s strength has already been proven the best, and, no matter what, having three Flame Turtles, especially a rare trio, qualifies her as a seed player. I believe the Lord Pope and all the high priests will agree to her advancement to the next round, won’t you?" Lord Grecke Sal looked at the red-robed high priest and smiled. "Miss Qian Qian just told me that winning the first-year young priest’s laurel is very important to her."

"My child, so your name is Qian Qian. I apologize; I was so distracted by all this that I hadn’t had the chance to greet you... My child, not only can you advance in the competition, but you can also freely choose a temple or altar to join after the competition. Your magical pet’s strength is no less than that of a Sub-dragon Priest. It would be a waste if you stayed in the civilian realm and got hired by some humans." The red-robed high priest, Brut, nodded with a smile: "I personally hope that you will join the Cambridge Sacrificial College after the competition and learn the art of war dance systematically under Priest Helen. As for winning the first-year young priest’s laurel, do your best, as the priesthood focuses on future cultivation, and your potential is limitless."

"Lord Prince, our military is also looking to recruit this priest for service, and, no matter what, both Moer and Qian Qian should be our military’s first choices, not a temple," Prince Kahn interjected with a discernible dissatisfaction in his tone: "Our armies need a fleet of priests, not just relying on the temples to allocate a War Shaman to every thousand-soldier squad. That’s far too few!"

"Prince, Moer is my apprentice, and it seems your suggestion hasn’t been approved by me. Also, Moer is a ’Cangqiong Prophet.’ What right do you have to recruit a ’Cangqiong Prophet’ into the military?" Liu Shock scoffed coldly: "By the way, I’ll tell you something. I’m about to start construction on my chambers in the jade city, and once Moer becomes a ’Cangqiong Prophet,’ starting an altar is inevitable, right? As for Miss Qian Qian, I would also like her to join Moer’s altar."

"You..." Prince Kahn’s eyes nearly burst with rage, but he refrained from cursing out loud due to the other’s identity as a Shaman of Divine Songs.

"What, what, what’s the matter with you?" Liu Shock chuckled: "What’s so strange about this? Isn’t it alright to reinforce our own strength? If this girl agrees to join, I can’t guarantee other things, but I’ll take care of the Magical Equipment! Plus one Agate Ring and a Night Pearl Necklace!"

A moment of stunned silence followed.

Nobody expected this man to speak so bluntly. In the Bimon Kingdom, which family or faction, when wooing someone to their loyalty, would be so brazen? Isn’t this like bandits recruiting strong men? Isn’t this like buying slaves with money?

Golinny and Gomes regarded this unique Shaman of Divine Songs with a peculiar look.

The Swan High Priest Mourinho could hardly contain his laughter nearby. The last time in the jade city, he had seen this young rogue nonchalantly throwing heaps of Agate and Night Pearls, held in shells, around like cow dung. Judging by his wealth alone, no one in Bimon Kingdom could compete with him. Looking at his followers, each adorned head to toe like a bandit who had plundered a dragon’s lair, it was unclear where he had gotten so much money.

"Step aside and take a break." Liu shook his head in dismay. All the priests are entangled with the powerful families, and the number of priests in Fecund Green is pitifully few. Remel and Deshang, having their own families, can’t always be tied to him. Now seeing a folk priest of such caliber, you leave it to them to scramble over. Do you think everyone else is a fool?"

"I...," Prince Kahn glanced at his brother but ultimately couldn’t bring himself to name a price in public.

"Your Highness, you really are quite the joker." The High Priest in red, although already seeing Liu as one of their own, found his frankness a bit too much to handle and quickly forced a laugh to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Who’s joking? I’m serious!" Liu pushed his Shaman crown back into place, his face stern.

The High Priest in red was flabbergasted and at a loss for words.

"My lords, esteemed His Majesty the King, Pope, and Shaman of Divine Songs, and great priests, my participation in this competition is actually motivated by a request. I originally planned to exchange the first-year green priest’s laurel for this request from the Pope, but now I feel it might not be necessary." Chekin beauty priestess Qian Qian bowed gracefully to all the dignitaries present: "I was fortunate enough to witness Lord Mourinho’s original War Song. I hope the temple can also vindicate my ancestors in the codex."

"Vindicate? Your ancestors?" His Majesty the King and the Pope both slightly furrowed their brows, somewhat puzzled.

"Three hundred and twenty-four years ago, my grandfather was also burned at the stake for creating his own War Song, deemed a heretic by the temple. Since the temple today can accept an original War Song, can it also remove my ancestor’s name from the list of heretics recorded on page one hundred and eighty-four of the codex?" Qian Qian’s voice held a slight tremble: "This has been the wish of our family for many years."

"What?" All the priests in the main stand jumped up.

Liu, Helen, and Moer were completely dumbstruck. They never expected, truly never expected, to have the chance to meet the descendant of Chekin’s genius priest who created that song!

**

Went out yesterday to buy some cigarettes and alcohol for the wedding, was so busy. I asked Jian to let everyone know, not sure if the brothers have seen this.

I recommend this book, "Idiot Genius," it’s a new work from the author who previously wrote "Fat Boy Soccer King"!