Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 931 - 218: The Genius Lineage

Chapter 931: Chapter 218: The Genius Lineage

Liu Zhenhan finally understood what it meant that there are always people better than oneself, and heavens beyond heavens.

Purely in terms of aura, Liu Zhenhan had not met a second person who could compare with His Majesty the King, not even Lord Mourinho, who previously appeared to be a natural born leader. Yet, if compared with His Majesty the King, he immediately seemed inferior.

If judged solely by leadership qualities, Lord Mourinho could compare to Xiang Pa of the night sky, but His Majesty was undoubtedly Emperor Polo. If Xiang Pa was considered elegantly dignified, he certainly was more than sufficient, yet he couldn’t match the overwhelming brilliance of Emperor Polo.

After the King had left, Liu Zhenhan asked Helen to evaluate both the King and Mourinho. Helen completely agreed with his views. Enthusiastically, Liu Zhenhan asked Helen to evaluate him too. In his own view, at the very least he should be something like Venus. According to Ruona, he was at least akin to a lesser star, yet after a moment’s thought, Helen deemed him to be a mirror, which really vexed Liu Zhenhan. If he couldn’t be a star, how did he become a mirror?

"How people see you is merely a reflection of their own strength and breadth of mind," Helen explained.

Old Liu felt somewhat embarrassed by what Helen said; he felt Helen was always biased towards seeing him in a positive light, a way that was quite indulging.

At the noon Autumn Sword Feast, Liu Zhenhan, along with Guoguo and the second and third young lords, threw caution to the wind and devoured the feast voraciously. Originally, he intended to look worried about the "proof" for the evening, but seeing the autumn fish, he couldn’t hold himself back. Judging from his eating manner, he looked anything but a gentleman burdened with worries.

His Majesty the King and the Archpriest graciously met the three returning Beamon groups from Feilengcui and Caiyu City. His Majesty personally ordered the allocation of supplies for these returning Beamons, truly a gesture befitting a high noble. The Medusas of Caiyu City were surrounded by a crowd of nobles, warmly cared for and attended to, while the two Beamon Bug Clan groups from Feilengcui were virtually ignored, except for the elder Brown Bear of the Pier Race, Quentin Horrifield who came and exchanged a few cordial words. Liu Zhenhan thought the bulky bear elder was here to honor the virtuous but their conversation did not turn out that way.

The Pier Race dearly loved honey, and both the Bee Clan and Butterfly Clan among the Beamon Bug Clan were master honey producers, producing propolis honey and pollen honey respectively—both delicacies. Now that the Butterfly Clan had returned to the Beamon community, the Brown Bear elder also took the opportunity to discuss the purchase of pollen honey after summer. Liu Zhenhan promptly agreed, on a simple condition: to transfer the Musketeer slaves of the Deer Tribe exactly as they were, a Musketeer’s weight in honey.

This trade was indeed worthwhile, and not every Pier was willing to sell Musketeers to humans for making perfume. Given the generosity of the Overlord, it was a decent deal, as even actually selling a Musketeer to humans might not yield enough Gold Coins to buy seventy or eighty pounds of honey. The Brown Bear elder agreed immediately.

Shortly after, Thomas, the chief of the Orephin Tribe, came to discuss the recognition and return of the Mammoth Clan with the Feilengcui Lord. Since the number of Mammoth people under Liu Zhenhan was not large, he too readily agreed and, incidentally, Liu Zhenhan confirmed a deal with the chief for dried Slat Banana.

The chief of the Green Party Clan, Garan, also approached Liu Zhenhan. This Mantis chief was an old woman. As has always been with Beamon Bug Clan, they have been governed by females like bee queens and ant queens from ancient times, maintaining a matriarchal society to this day. This is why the Butterfly and Cicada Clans still do not have chiefs, only retaining elder positions.

The request from Chief Garan was simple, she wanted four Mantis Monks to return home and take wives.

Although Feilengcui’s Cicada Beamon and Green Party Clan were both part of the Bug Clan, the two clans had been archenemies for ages. The more conservative members of both sides still clung tightly to this notion. Chief Garan, seeing the Green Party Monks and Cicadas laughing and talking, could not contain her irritation and repeatedly urged the Shaman of Divine Songs to set a date.

Liu Zhenhan knew that the women of the Green Party Clan were all martial artists with exquisite sword skills. If it weren’t for the kingdom’s policy of not drafting women, they would have already donned military uniforms. Thus, off the cuff, he suggested to Chief Garan to directly marry the brides into Feilengcui, giving the full-fledged reason that Feilengcui was a male-dominated society, "The four monks are my subordinates; how could I possibly let them marry into your clan?"

Chief Garan knew that once these four brides were sent over, they would belong to Feilengcui from then on. If not sent, this Overlord didn’t seem like someone who would easily let go, so she reluctantly agreed while holding her nose.

Liu Zhenhan secretly chuckled, "Once we’re in Feilengcui, getting me to speak to you this kindly won’t be so simple."

Since witnessing Moer’s magic, the three Mages under Lord Mourinho had found an opportunity to approach Moer and strike up a conversation. Golinny and Gomes also joined in, evidently eager to try. Among Mourinho’s three Mages, one was a Fire Mage with the title of Magic Teacher, a counterpart to Master Otigha of the same element, another was a Wind Mage with a high mage rank, and also interacted with the Elf Mage Tang Ning, and the third was a Holy Light Mage. Their professional levels were all higher than the mages from Feilengcui. Golinny and Gomes, who both practiced light and fire magic, saw that the Feilengcui mages specialized in single type magic. After a few words, Mourinho’s children and mages could not help feeling a sense of superiority.