Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 958 - 228: Identity Mystery_2

Chapter 958: Chapter 228: Identity Mystery_2

Surging with the voice of Holy Mountain~

Even born in a foreign land, it cannot change~

My Beamon heart~"

The power of this poem was comparable to a Saint Level magic, instantly subduing all the Beamon present. It was indeed beyond everyone’s imagination that the burly Shaman of Divine Songs could recite a heartfelt poem effortlessly. Since most people had seen the Shaman bare-armed and causing trouble everywhere, linking burglary and other negative terms to his image raised no objections. However, for such a rough character to suddenly produce a poignant poem was indeed shocking.

The style of the poem didn’t seem like it was ghostwritten since there wasn’t excessive praise in the body, merely deep and simple emotions as the undertone, but it profoundly touched people. This new narrative technique was something even Hippo poets couldn’t imitate.

"If this poem were set to music and sung, it would certainly be as touching as the Bug Clan Beamon’s ’Song of the Ions’ returning home." After a long while, His Majesty the King finally spoke slowly.

Liu Zhenhan smiled secretly, his deceptive abilities seemed quite natural.

"Your Highness Richard, if I may ask boldly, what exactly did you and the dragon couple finally discuss? Why did they leave so readily?" Wolf Tribe’s Quentin Elder Redkenap was obviously still targeting Liu Zhenhan, quickly shifting the conversation back to another issue.

"Unity is precious! With the Demon Clan’s invasion imminent, as fellow brethren of the Aegean Continent, there’s no great point in fighting to the death. Under my persuasion, tears streamed down their faces as they recognized their mistakes, and decided to reform and start anew as dragons," Liu Zhenhan said, making nine out of ten people aware he was fabricating stories.

"I think they insulted our Beamon War God. You should have taught them a lesson. It seems you accepted the gift they offered you..." Quentin the Werewolf glanced at the star-metal bracelet on Liu Zhenhan’s wrist, his tone tricky, "...Your Highness, although I trust your character, this act could seem like the acceptance of a bribe. I think you should choose to hand it over to the Noble Inspection Court to prove your integrity and character, as befits a noble."

"Hand it over! Of course, it should be handed over!" Liu Zhenhan declared emphatically.

A few officials of the Noble Inspection Court brightened up, their eyes fixed greedily on Liu Zhenhan’s "twelve-hour bracelet," unable to look away from the fire diamonds and black gold.

"However... I’d like to keep it for a bit longer. I can give the Noble Inspection Court an IOU and let them come collect it in about a year or so," Liu Zhenhan laughed.

"Such un-noble-like behavior could only be done by you," Elder Redkenap sneered, his nose askew, "Now that all matters are settled, isn’t it time for you to keep your promise? Since the descendants of Plutini claim their ’War Song’ isn’t profane and even assists in population growth, if Your Merciful Highness trusts a heretic’s words so much, then please, let yourself be the test. If Qian Qian’s statement holds true, she must successfully conceive within ten days!"

"Your Highness Richard, did you not understand what I mean?" Elder Redkenap had obviously prepared well, chuckling slyly, "Since Miss Qian Qian has declared her ’Jane Eyre War Song’ has the Green Tribe’s miraculous ability to conceive overnight, and only a day has passed since the festival began, with lots of secondary and tertiary teams still competing in the subsequent cycling events, it will take another twelve or thirteen days to conclude. You have plenty of time to allow Miss Qian Qian to prove her claim. I truly trust Your Highness’s character and need no one’s surveillance, because after ten days, we just need to verify if Miss Qian Qian is pregnant."

Hearing this, the face of the Swan High Priest, covered in a layer of frost, slowly relaxed, with the Werewolf Elder showing an undisguised smugness.

"Obischillaci!" Liu Zhenhan sighed as he looked at the unassuming Qian Qian amid the crowd.

"If a direct proof cannot be provided, Your Highness Richard, I hope you won’t find any more excuses to obstruct the elders from judging heresy," High Priest Brut spoke sternly to Lord Piegel.

What could Richard say? He could only nod.

"Richard, I have a saying for you—the world remains this world, but you will always be yourself..." His Majesty the King smiled meaningfully at Richard, then turned to the nobles surrounding them and said, "My lords, I think it is time we returned, for it is getting late."

The nobles immediately bowed to His Majesty, touching their chests in salute, and four Bay Crocodile warriors, accompanied by the ceremonial guards, orderly retreated from the stands.

"At the end of the ceremony, I hope to hear news of your jubilation regarding the addition to your family." Elder Redkenap inclined his head respectfully towards Richard and flashed a radiant smile.

"Elder, convey my regards to your nephew, Earl Garnett. During his inspection of my territory, he suffered greatly from hemorrhoids, and I hope his condition has improved," Richard replied, his tone filled with irony.

"He will remember how you treated him; such a great favor will be repaid to you gradually by our Wolf Tribe," Elder Redkenap struggled to suppress his own tone, touching his chest in salute to the Shaman of Divine Songs.

Rickard, maintaining decorum, politely doffed his hat in return, dealing with their mutual grudges and animosities in the most aristocratic manner.

While leaving the stands, the nobles murmured among themselves, intermixed with bursts of snickers, as Richard and Qian Qian received nods of respect from time to time.

The Pope glanced at Richard, his lips twitched slightly without saying anything, then he turned his head, ready to leave.

"Your Holiness, safe travels," Richard said, feigning assistance to the Pope, but he heavily stepped on the red-robed priest’s long, spiked tail that dragged on the ground; with a soft ’plop’, the easily broken spiky gecko tail was forcefully pulled into two pieces, twitching frantically on the ground like an extremely thirsty loach.

"You..." The Pope, trembling with anger, pointed his trembling fingers at Richard, but seeing Richard’s foolish expression, he ultimately waved his robe sleeve and left in silence.

"We should also make our exit," Richard, with a smug face, waved his hand to his followers.

"Gortani, come back to me," Mourinho said using only a few words, making the Swan Warrior look reluctantly at Richard before obediently returning to her father’s side.

"This is for Gortani’s good," Helen pulled at Richard, who was about to lose his temper, calming him with just a sentence.

"Obischillaci!" Frustrated, Richard could only take out his anger on the gecko tail on the ground, kicking it away with a swing of his foot.

When it rains, it pours, especially for a jinx like Richard.

They hadn’t even reached the inn’s bar when they already saw a mess at the entrance from afar, causing everyone’s heart to sink.