Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 963 - 231 Words are not heartfelt_2

Chapter 963: Chapter 231 Words are not heartfelt_2

"Understood," Liu Zhenhan quietly nodded his head, although he might not be able to accept being outsmarted by fallen Elves, he had to admit the two sages’ words were entirely accurate.

"However, when you think about it from another angle, the arrival of the fallen Elves, who have been conserving their strength for over ten thousand years, might not necessarily be a bad thing for the future fight against the Demon Clan. If it enables the continent’s finest Bimon warriors to don the finest armor, that would be a good thing too," Master Puskas said as he peeled back the bamboo leaves from a zongzi, revealing the golden bamboo rice and the glistening Larza beast meat inside.

"That’s something for Lord Mourinho to worry about," Liu Zhenhan said with a wry smile: "With Fide Interacta and Caiyu City holding these fallen Elves in check, what can these two groups of fallen Elves do? I’ve noticed that Mourinho always seems to be using me inadvertently."

"And aren’t you also using others?" Master Puskas paused from peeling the zongzi and teasingly reproached Old Liu.

"Then I have to ask, why have you always been so kind to me?" Liu Zhenhan stood up with a "clang" and said angrily, "Are you also using me?"

"I was indeed using you!" Seeing Piegel Overlord getting angry, Master Puskas laughed instead, "Are you only just realizing this now?"

"I do not see what a Saint Chiao could possibly need to use me for," Liu Zhenhan said sternly.

"Precisely because I am a Saint Chiao, I think much more than you do!" Master Puskas bitterly drained the cup of wine in front of him: "Supreme beings and you common folk differ in perspectives, thus holding entirely different worldviews and life views. I can tell you that the supreme beings of the Pan Continent are already concerned about the future fate of the Aegean Continent, while you fools are still busy fighting for power and profit! Reflecting on what you’ve told me, I never expected the Bimon, known for their honesty, to also have such intricate relationships, to the extent where the power struggle has gotten so fiercely competitive."

"What do these grand truths have to do with you using me?" Liu Zhenhan slumped back into his chair.

"Do you still think of yourself as an ordinary person?" Master Puskas looked at Old Liu pointedly: "Do you think you’re a normal Bimon? With the Demon Clan about to stage a massive invasion, wouldn’t it be better to have you as a friend of humanity, rather than as an enemy of all humankind? Do you think every Saint Chiao, on finding someone disagreeable, would just roll up their sleeves and beat them up?"

"Don’t look at me through the crack of the door! Don’t forget, I am the chosen spokesperson of the Kampas War God, the Shaman of Divine Songs! My consciousness is no worse than yours," Liu Zhenhan retorted arrogantly: "Don’t lavish too much praise on me; I do not harbor such delusional thoughts of becoming an enemy to all of humankind. Let’s lay it all out, currently, the human population on the entire continent has reached hundreds of millions, while we Bimon are only six million. This discrepancy can only be bridged by time, not by any Bimon hero."

"I was particularly surprised when Richard suddenly became the Shaman of Divine Songs," Elder Andulan raised an eyebrow: "It is said that only the most devout Shaman could become the spokesperson of the War God, and yet Richard’s devotion to the War God seems as illusory as Xiang Pa in the water."

"Such so-called devotion is pure nonsense," Master Puskas scoffed disdainfully at this view: "We Mages have always been atheists. Of the countless deities on the continent, how many have truly appeared before mortals? All Elemental Powers, be they known or unknown, are just different combinations of elemental molecules. What do they have to do with deities?"

"I share that sentiment," Liu Zhenhan said with a slight smile.

Everyone at the table was stunned, never expecting the chosen spokesperson of the War God to be an outright atheist; Helen, who had always been a devout follower of the War God, was nearly frightened to faint upon hearing Richard’s words.

"Don’t be surprised, Helen," Liu Zhenhan said, "Just because I don’t believe Elemental Power comes from divine power doesn’t mean I don’t have faith in the War God."

"The essence of religion and deities, in reality, is to provide a spiritual sustenance. So, what is spiritual sustenance?" Liu Zhenhan swirled the malt wine in his glass, his eyes flickering as he swept them over each person watching him: "Spiritual sustenance is a goal that one can never achieve. No matter what form it takes, it also represents a desire. From this, it is apparent that what people love most is not the gods, but themselves. The reason they pray to gods is only to satisfy their own desires for something they long for but cannot achieve. Although I don’t pray or perform shaman dances, I think I am much more devout than most followers of the Shaman teaching; at least I never expect the War God to do anything for me. In this regard, I am purer than any devout believer."

A moment of silence and astonishment.

"Richard, I’ve finally realized why you were chosen as the designated spokesperson for the miracles of the Kampas War God," the Elder of Andulan sighed. "Apart from you, there truly is no other ritualist as pure. I take back my previous assessment of you."

"Insightful," Master Puskas chuckled after taking a large bite of a zongzi, "I wonder if you can still maintain such a frank heart at the center of Beamon’s complex web of power."

"That’s something I need to learn from you, Master," Liu Zhenhan humbly picked up the barrel of wine, pouring a foamy glass of malt wine for Master Saint Chiao.

"Drink as much malt wine as your appetite allows. Now that you’re aware of this, I think you should know what to do," Master Puskas wiped his mouth, flicking off the rice grain stuck to it. "Always plan for the worst first, but when things can’t get any worse, it doesn’t hurt to hope for the best. The more people you offend, the less likely you are to enter the upper echelons of power, which may not be a bad thing for you."

"The wider the shoulder pole, the heavier the burden," the Elder of Andulan solemnly added.

"It is indeed so," Liu Zhenhan found the conversation tasteless, incessantly smacking his lips.

As if a trace of old feelings had been awakened, both the Elder of Andulan and Puskas fell silent, the atmosphere turning a bit oppressive and subtly intense.

"Master, could you use your adept air magic to give Qian Qian an ’Engelter Phaler’ on her belly, making it bulge like a pregnant woman?" Helen said, possibly holding back for a while. "Otherwise, it won’t be easy to bluff our way through!"

Liu Zhenhan detected a deeply hidden trace of jealousy in her words, thinking Helen was being a bit emotional.

"Absolutely no problem," Master Puskas heartily slapped his chest, confidently assuring, causing Qian Qian, who had been sitting quietly to the side, to blush deeply and hurriedly hide her face behind Moer.

Liu Zhenhan had a look in his eyes as if he was ready to flay Master Puskas alive.

"This just got interesting," laughed the Elder of Andulan, his old bones creaking with amusement.

"Today’s selection of the Saintess was already irregular. Now I’ve figured it out; it must be the work of that Holy Light Mage under Lord Mourinho. Besides him, no one else can craft illusions with light and shadow," Helen muttered dismally. "No matter how I think about it, I can’t understand why he wouldn’t even spare Gortani."

"It is the power of the gods," Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes and said somewhat like a charlatan.

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