Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 926 - 217: The King’s Perspective

Chapter 926: Chapter 217: The King’s Perspective

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"Truly, a hero emerges from youth."

This was the first sentence His Majesty the King uttered when he summoned Liu to an audience.

Undoubtedly, King Grecke Sal was an extremely punctual monarch. The Bay Crocodile warriors had informed Liu that the King would meet with the Shaman of Divine Songs alone half an hour later. Precisely after the shadow on the sundial in the center of the arena had moved one notch, His Majesty pushed open the door of the royal box.

His Majesty had the four Berserkers of Tel Aviv attending him leave the box and also gestured to stop the several Bimon from rising to bow, then he sat down opposite Liu with a thump.

Old Liu, bare-armed, with his shaman robe of porcupine skin wide open, displayed half his torso’s rippling muscles. He held a crystal wine glass, and the wine, bright red, had just been sipped dry by him, staining his mutton chop beard as red as blood.

His Majesty didn’t announce his entry but simply pushed open the door directly, which caught all the Bimon in the box a bit off guard. Helen, familiar with the protocol, also froze momentarily. Guoguo, with the second young master and the third young master, were sneakily perched atop the large wine cabinet, stuffing crystal wine glasses into their pouches, unabashed by the King’s sudden appearance.

The little parrot had been ill since yesterday, and lay lazily in Joan of Arc’s arms, barely flicking its eyelids to glance at the King as he entered before its beak was pinched shut by the young nun.

"Everyone leave," Liu waved his hand at the guards and maids around.

"These are the ’Warlord Knight Badges’ you and Helen deserve," King Sal said as he placed a silk box on the coffee table and lifted the lid. A red fox fur mat inside cushioned two diamond-shaped gold medals hanging from silver chains, each embossed with the image of a Beamon Giant Beast. "The road to Mount Hyjal was opened by you; such feats deserve these medals."

"Your Majesty, it was our duty," Liu said insincerely. The Bimon’s "Warlord Knight Badge" was awarded only to warriors of outstanding merit, a promise made to Liu by the Swan High Priestess before, though Liu himself had almost forgotten it. He already had one ’Southern Cross Medal’ and one ’Cloud Banner Medal,’ and acquiring more had lost its significance; he didn’t need medals to charm young ladies like a prince would.

"About the legendary battle against foreign aggression in Fawkes, I received the notification late. The temple had completely sealed your information. To avoid suspicion, I did not actively contact Lord Richard, hoping you would understand," His Majesty signaled to Helen, who was still standing, to sit. "If it wasn’t for my somewhat friendly relation with Fawkes, perhaps today when both of you appeared, I wouldn’t even have known where you came from."

"Your Majesty manages myriad affairs; whether or not you know us doesn’t really matter much," Helen said smoothly.

Liu just smiled and said nothing. Fawkes was too remote, located on the southern banks of the Sanggan River, with no other nobility’s mining villages nearby. If it weren’t for the deliberate publicity following the defensive battle, it was clearly impossible for His Majesty, given his stature, to know about a small baronial domain in the hinterlands.

"The defense measures in Fawkes are still very tight. I once secretly had the Flying Eagle Messaging sent to some royal spies in the Northeast Province to approach Fawkes discreetly, but they were chased away by several dozen mastiffs dozens of miles away," His Majesty said with a light smile, looking rather pleased.

"I’ve experienced several unsuccessful assassination attempts in the Dorott Duchy as a human. There was an assassin who dug a tunnel all the way up into the inn where I was staying. The inn’s wooden corridor was constructed with planks, and the assassin waited beneath those planks to ambush me," Liu chuckled. "At that time, I had a group of Beamon warriors from the East among my men. One of them pierced the assassin’s head through the plank with a spear. This assassin was a high-ranking thief, but he forgot something—the dark, plank crevice was filled with mosquitoes, whose faint buzzing sealed his fate... Things from the outside world can never integrate into the original environment, Your Majesty. Fawkes will never let any outsider access critical secrets, at any time."

"So you’re saying, besides the power you have already shown, you still have hidden strengths, right?" King Sal nodded slyly. "In that aspect, you do resemble Lord Mourinho quite a bit."

"You also know of Lord Mourinho’s remarkable strength?" Liu was surprised momentarily but soon realized how foolish his reaction was. The Swan High Priestess on the surface indeed had great power, but her hidden strength was absolutely not known to others. Even Liu only thought he had slightly touched upon the inside information, and he figured the King was probably just fishing for information.

"This is hardly a secret," King Sal said dramatically as he spoke for the first time, "Ever since the Mank Tribe and the Valenbuer Tribe revolted and forced us to retreat to the Donau Wasteland, the word ’independence’ has been no novelty in our kingdom. There are strong signs that the mysteriously disappeared Medusa clan has, most likely, broken away from the kingdom to forge their own path. The Bug Clan Beamon are few and couldn’t possibly contemplate this, but whether the Bird Clan Beamon are considering it remains unknown, especially since during the era of the Battle of Hyjal, our Beast Race Beamon indeed maintained strength, while the losses of the Bode Clan were too severe. Although I am of the Beast Race Beamon, I must speak a fair word and acknowledge this fact."