Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 962 - 231: Saying One Thing and Meaning Another

Chapter 962: Chapter 231: Saying One Thing and Meaning Another

Although he had not obtained the Totu from the Feilengcui Lord’s head, Master Puskas was still very satisfied.

Large tables were set up again, cups of Dr. Leibo’s malt wine chilled with ice beads, fresh meat dumplings, salty ostrich eggs, and roasted fish were served in rows by beautiful maids.

Even Elder Andulan was summoned by Moer through the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array to accompany and chat happily with Master Saint Chiao over drinks.

"Oh my goodness," Master Puskas said as he was stunned for a moment when Liu Shock finished introducing Elder Andulan’s identity. He stood there frozen until the homemade cigar he was holding burned his fingers, causing him to wince and shake his hand quickly. He then immediately stood up, grabbed Elder Andulan’s old, dry, yellow hands, and firmly seated the Damai elder in the main seat facing north. He settled himself in the adjacent seat.

"You’re too polite, Master," Elder Andulan tried to defer modestly.

"Don’t say that, you’re also a great scholar in Fire-based Spells. Just the title ’Dancer’ alone filled me with admiration when I was younger," said Master Puskas in a junior’s tone. "I’ll need to trouble you for an autograph later."

Liu Shock laughed then.

Before approaching certain great figures, Liu Shock always thought they were unreachable, but once he was close to them, he found that their personalities were not much different from ordinary people. Puskas was like this, His Majesty the King was like this, and the Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim was the same.

To Feilengcui, magic primarily served for enjoyment and secondarily for war. With this dominant idea, the material pleasures of Feilengcui were a step ahead of the era. Master Puskas, who had spent his life frequenting noble courts, was still greatly amazed by the remote but splendid Feilengcui.

What could be more interesting to a mage than the live re-enactment of the battles with the Flame Emperor and the Evil-eye Tyrant? Yet, what Master Saint Chiao found most astonishing was the purple Div Water Crystal Ball. Div Crystals could also be mined on the surface, but like most rare gems, those that could be mined on the surface were only as big as diamonds, with a five-carat one being considered immensely large. Such Div Crystals were usually used by noble families to be set in necklaces as heart pendants, capturing portraits of loved ones as intimate keepsakes. If one wanted to make such a large crystal ball, it could only be done with the relatively abundant "Memory Crystals" found on the surface.

Even Saint Chiao, a man devoid of desires, could not help but feel a twinge of envy when looking at the Feilengcui Lord.

After moving all the irrelevant people outside to drink and enjoy, and setting up sentries, Liu Shock simply described his recent gains and troubles to the two sages, hoping to get some insights from them.

After Liu Shock finished speaking, the expressions of both Master Saint Chiao and Puskas grew increasingly serious. Liu Shock thought his story had earned the master’s solemn respect, so he bragged even more proudly, only to be met with a kick under the table from Elder Andulan and a torrent of furious scolding from Master Puskas.

"Are you insane?" Master Puskas’s face turned livid, almost grabbing a table to smash over Old Liu’s head, "You fool! I thought you were clever! You’re just a short-sighted idiot!"

"What’s wrong? What’s the issue?" Liu Shock was puzzled.

"Look at your Div Water Crystal Ball," Master Puskas said angrily. "Even if you asked a dim-witted dwarf, he would tell you that the richest veins are in the unfathomable depths. How long have you been in the Underground World? Look at you now, even managing to get such a huge chunk of Div Crystal! How many years have the fallen Elves and their Vassal Clans lived underground? More than ten thousand years! Aren’t they smarter than you? Aren’t they more knowledgeable about mining? With Elves and Dwarves, two races highly skilled in smelting, living underground for over ten thousand years, these guys have already armed themselves to the teeth! And the Blood Magic mages with Blood Infants fighting two against one! And those flying Half-Beasts! By letting these dark-hearted exiled creatures onto the surface, aren’t you looking for trouble for your Bimon Kingdom? Aren’t you causing trouble for all intelligent beings on the Aegean Continent?"

"What trouble can it cause? They can hardly use Mithril and Jing Gold to make armor. At most, their weapons and armor are just a little better, I admit! But with just three million people, to dream of dominating the continent is pure fantasy!" Liu Shock sneered. "Master, don’t think too highly of them. Blood Magic Tutors like Kantona, only one appears every ten thousand years, the rest are nothing!"

"Richard, you are too simplistic in your view of the opposition," Elder Andulan sighed softly. "Every race has its clever individuals. You’ve planned a path for your adversaries; maybe they are laughing at your insensitivity. You use others, and others can use you too."

"It’s good for young people to have vigor, but overconfidence leading to arrogance is not necessarily good," Master Puskas spoke with a weight as heavy as lead. "Richard, you’ve faced limited setbacks and don’t understand the severity of the situation. Some falls you either don’t take, or if you do, you might never get back up."