Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 925 - 216: Bloody Truth_3

Chapter 925: Chapter 216: Bloody Truth_3

"Framed, is that it?" Liu shook his head, furrowing his brows and clenching his fists tightly, "It must be so, turning Plutini’s original ’Jane’s War Song’ into the ’Obscene War Song’ when it’s absolutely not the case—such baseless possibilities just don’t exist."

"The Chekin clan had been a famous fireworks species among the Beamon since countless years ago, it’s just that, after Plutini was executed by burning, the official narrative slapped this big label on them. Hence, they got the title of a natural-born prostitute! As a result, our Bode Clan had no choice but to sweep them out the door, and now, after hundreds of years, even the Chekin themselves believe it was Plutini who brought disaster upon them back then! You must not underestimate the power of the Council of Elders. Once the Council and the Temple join forces, they can pin a crime on any priest as long as you remain loyal to the kingdom," Lord Mourinho chuckled, "Not everyone has a talisman like you, the ’Shaman of Divine Songs’ that exempts you from death!"

"Isn’t there also the Bepsy among the human world? This reasoning is inherently flawed," Cui Beixi sighed and said to Liu, "If we were to really look into the situation back then, it could only be said that the struggle for power was too brutal. Therefore, the Temple would absolutely not change this official history; once it’s done, it’s definitely impossible to alter it. It’s the same now as it will be in the future—anyone attempting to vindicate Plutini would provoke the high echelons’ ire."

"So you’re telling me Plutini was just stupidly burned to death? He didn’t fight back?" Liu was both frustrated and amused.

"Fighting back is tantamount to treason. Any priest who possesses superior magical beasts, especially flying ones, could leave if they wished to, and no one could stop them. If Plutini had chosen to leave, the Temple wouldn’t have been able to hold him, but he chose not to resist. He stayed to prove his innocence. Plutini was somewhat arrogant and too pleased with his abilities, wouldn’t listen to wise counsel, and ended up believing that he was proving his innocence with his life even as he was being burned alive," the Swan Priest sighed deeply, "It is definitely a regret. Plutini was a true prodigy. It took him only eight years to create his own war song, while I... it took me a full ten years."

"Plutini was an idiot, he lacked courage," Liu sneered at the Swan Priest, "Teacher, it seems your situation is quite similar to that of Plutini back then! Look, you’ve created your own war song, you’re also a high priest, and you’re recognized as the kingdom’s number one priest. What if something like that happened to you? I know you’ve been keeping a low profile already, obviously a priest born of the Phoenix twins, yet still concealing half of your strength. But even so, your power is still the best in the nation! Who could guarantee that such a thing won’t fall upon your head?"

"Did I ever tell you? No matter how often the Red High Priest is replaced, it’ll never be my turn to step up! No matter how weak the priests of the Rhine Tribe and the Taige Clan are, there will always be someone waiting in the wings for the position of high priest. It’s customary," Lord Mourinho sneered, "My background is different from that of Plutini. I’d never wade into such a futureless mess; I’m not that foolish! Taige, Rhine, and Wolf would never want another clan to get involved and share power."

"I guess I finally understand what’s going on—it’s much like what I had speculated," Liu said with a bitter smile as he shook his head.

"To tell you the truth, the current separation of powers creates a delicate balance within the kingdom. It may not be a good thing if this balance is disturbed. So, from the perspective of the greater good, Plutini’s sacrifice, though regrettable, was a necessary evil. If we don’t maintain the status quo, should either Rhine or Taige grow too powerful, it would endanger the stability of the kingdom," Lord Mourinho’s eyes showed a trace of helplessness, "It’s a very regrettable situation that no one can change, because the Beamon have always been the dominant species, and this mindset is deeply ingrained."

"This has nothing to do with me; at worst, I’ll just run back to Feilengcui and be some grassroot Overlord—no matter who’s holding power. Don’t mess with me; I’m not Plutini. I don’t have the habit of washing my neck and waiting to be slaughtered," Liu said with a cold laugh.

"You are now considered a prominent figure within the Taige camp, and I’m afraid that distancing yourself from this affair is not as simple as you might imagine," Lord Mourinho’s gaze lingered on Helen and Richard’s faces before he continued slowly, "The main purpose of my visit today, along with your mentor Cui Beixi, is to remind you of the interests involved and the severity of the situation. After all, we belong to the same lineage, and there are things we can speak of openly. The Smey Clan has a saying, ’When the birds are gone, the melody hides.’ When all the birds disappear, the Smey’s ’Sky Banning Song’ would be rendered useless. I don’t want you to be used as a pawn by others. Fidian Cui has already grown stronger without notice, and the upper echelons only see some of your external strength, but do you really possess only the superficial powers you display? If you align with any faction, even half-heartedly, it would lead to an imbalance of power sooner or later. I am equally averse to such an imbalance, and if you insist on acting that way, it would only prove that you harbor ill intentions, and I would be forced to join the game to balance the situation. However, if you truly are as detached from fame and profit as you say, then I hope you will remain outside the three major power structures, just like me. Do not easily interfere with the kingdom’s internal politics, because being a priest and being a king are completely different matters. You’ve seen the scene today; none of the nobles are likely to side with you, and that is the heritage of the Rhine and the Taige."

Heh, it turns out that after saying so much, in the end, he just doesn’t want me to get involved in the power struggles of the major nobles and increase their power. Richard finally understood the intent of the Swan High Priest and felt somewhat flattered that Mourinho held him in such regard.

"And you? Mentor, what are your plans for the future? It seems unlikely that the joint conference will come to fruition, right?" Richard mockingly dug into the old secrets of the Swan High Priest.

"Opportunities are created step by step, don’t you agree?" Lord Mourinho casually dodged the question.

"Mentor, I can’t thank you enough for your guidance," Helen said gratefully, pulling Richard along to thank the Swan High Priest.

"If you can escape this affair, it would be best for you to withdraw in a timely manner. The cruelty of political struggles is no less than life-and-death combat on a battlefield. One wrong step could cause tremendous turmoil in the kingdom’s hierarchy; there are many inside stories you don’t yet understand, and even if I told you, you might not grasp them." Lord Mourinho’s finger lightly tapped on the edge of the genuine leather seat. "I greatly admire Richard’s courage, daring to save heretics such as Qian Qian. Not every warrior with true courage has such audacity!"

"Are you praising yourself, my Lord Mentor! Just now, you also spoke up for poor Miss Qian Qian," Richard looked at the Swan High Priest with a bitter smile, and since Mourinho had been frank, Richard decided to lay his cards on the table, "Don’t worry, I’ll balance the interests myself. I don’t want any trouble for the kingdom. It’s best to solve things amicably. As for us, let’s just watch each other’s progress. I can assure you of one thing; I definitely won’t undermine you on purpose."

The Swan High Priest, Lord Mourinho, said nothing but smiled, stood up, and signaled for the enchantress mentor and his two children to leave the private room together.

"I never expected things to be so complicated and malicious," Moer sighed deeply, her face filled with dejection.

"What the hell does it have to do with us!" Richard flung open his collar and took off his porcupine skin crown, slamming it onto the seat: "Damn it! Right now, I only know one thing: I’m sick and tired of all this."