Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 957 - 228 Identity Mystery

Chapter 957: Chapter 228 Identity Mystery

When Mourinho and Liu Zhenhan returned to the main stand, all the Beamons’ eyes on Old Liu had turned odd.

Except for admiration, every other emotion was mixed in those numerous gazes, sweeping over Liu Zhenhan’s body in turn.

The Moon Elf priestess hurried over to help the primary priest of the swans with his wounds, her demeanor so affectionate that it made Liu Zhenhan, standing aside, purse his lips disdainfully. But even more disapproving was the serpent-like beauty, tutor Cui Beixi, whose undisguised jealousy contorted her delicate lips as if they were the turret of a devil’s cannon.

"Stop staring at me one by one, if you have something to say, just be straightforward; that’s the Beamon character." Liu Zhenhan felt the oddness in these gazes, his eyes scanning each unfamiliar face with an even more aggressive look.

"Your Highness Richard, I think it’s my responsibility to ask... are you... really a Piegel?" Wolf elder Quentin old Redkenap was the first to bombard Liu Zhenhan with the question he couldn’t help but ask.

"Nonsense." Liu Zhenhan snapped out these words like firecrackers, tossing them harshly at the elder of the Wolf Tribe.

"Your Highness Richard, Elder Quentin didn’t mean any harm by asking, he was simply seeking confirmation," the red-robed priest Brut dragged his thorny tail on the ground and spoke unhurriedly: "Your past is almost a blank in the official temple archives, and your resume seems deeply secretive about your birth. It was ignorable before, but what you just said, that you are Astonvila..."

"Haha..." The primary priest of the swans, receiving treatment at the side, laughed meaningfully.

"Lord Jose need not find it amusing. I know it’s entirely impossible," Elder Redkenap himself laughed as well: "However, Your Highness should also make your true identity known, in private we have always had doubts about your nose. Within the Beamon, it’s rare to have a nose like that. Logically speaking, if it were from the Pigiel race, it would be very easy to tell from the characteristics of the nose. Your current appearance differs quite a bit from the Pigiel race."

"Actually, this doubt has lingered in my mind for quite some time now," the King nodded: "Although the appearance are more or less the same across the Beamon races, each has its racial characteristics. Even the Mank Tribe, the humans, have a coccyx on their buttocks resembling a degenerated tail."

"I just don’t understand why the Mank chose to evolve away such a fine tail," Lord Mourinho commented with a laugh while receiving treatment.

This comment elicited bursts of knowing and proud laughter.

"Our Taige whip tails are like weapons made of rebar; it’s really a pity to be without a tail," boasted a Taige General who bore the legion’s insignia.

"I hadn’t paid much attention before, but now with a little thought, the nose of Your Highness Richard really puzzles me, the racial characteristics are too faint," the Great Shaman furrowed his brow: "I think it’s time for Your Highness Richard to explain."

"Richard’s nose was injured before, and for some reason, it began to subtly shrink a few months ago, becoming increasingly firm!" Helen unreservedly stepped forward: "I can vouch for his character; Richard is definitely one of us Beamons! Him becoming a priest, a spokesperson for the Divine Song Shaman as solemn and sacred as that, already proves everything! Shaman Wei An, Master Qi Dan, and my mentor Cui Beixi can testify, they are among the first of the temple’s high-ranking officials to know Richard!"

"Don’t be nervous, my young lady," the King said solemnly to Helen: "We’re definitely not suggesting that Richard is a descendant of a Giant Dragon. That idea is utterly absurd; Divine Song Shamans are the most devout of Beamon priests, there’s no doubt about that. We’re merely curious to know from which Beamon race Your Highness Richard comes from."

"That..." Liu Zhenhan pouted his lips and rolled his eyes: "Your Majesty, everyone must have been discussing it just now, what are your thoughts?"

"Without a doubt, you are a Beamon," declared the King with firm and forceful conviction.

"Just please don’t be a Beamon from the Mank Tribe," Wolf elder Quentin old Redkenap added with a cold smile, making a cruelly poignant supplement.

"You’re overthinking, my elder," Liu Zhenhan said dismissively, curling the corner of his mouth and fastening his gaze on the Werewolf elder, pointing to his own nose and articulating word by word: "My nose was seriously injured before, but afterward, by a twist of fate, I became a foreign elf. It might be for this reason that I’ve undergone slight changes in my physical traits, but such a transformation is entirely reasonable."

"Do you mean to suggest you might grow a pair of sharp elf ears?" Old Redkenap asked, unexcitedly.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Perhaps one day I’ll even become very frail," Liu Zhenhan smiled faintly, reciting a short poem with an exceptionally pious tone:

"Even if my appearance has changed~

My heart remains a Beamon heart~

My ancestors have long since branded all of me~

With the Beamon mark~

The blood that flows in my heart~