Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 964 - 232: Mount Comedy

Chapter 964: Chapter 232: Mount Comedy

The only person in Sabak City who probably least wanted Master Puskas to arrive was none other than Overlord Piegel himself.

But with a mysterious smile, Master Puskas said only one sentence, "Would you like me to help you out again?" Piegel’s dissatisfaction vanished in an instant as he thought back to the last time the old man schemed against the two Fairy Dragons and how he had turned the tables.

Piegel’s eyes moistened...

A true Saint Chiao Mage, even if human, could win enough respect in Bimon Kingdom to transcend species, representing the common admiration all intelligent creatures hold for supreme power. According to a universally accepted concept in the Magic World, even if a Saint Chiao Mage were to visit the land of the Demon Clan, the Witch King would probably have to treat him with great respect and courtesy.

The presence of a Saint Level Mage to personally congratulate on the ritual celebration was an unprecedented honor for the Bimon priesthood in nearly two thousand years. For the Beamon priests who also wielded Elemental Power, this was truly an unexpected privilege. It wasn’t just them; had it not been for the Swan High Priest Mourinho’s direct validation, the high-ranking officials of Bimon Kingdom may never have believed this old man to be a Saint Chiao.

Whether it was the Beamon King or the Cardinal, or those high-ranking Beamon elites whose eyes were set high upon their heads, each one of them nearly had the words "deference to the wise and kind to the skilled" etched on their foreheads. When Saint Chiao Master Puskas held the hand of the young Nun Joan, introducing her warmly to all of Beamon as his daughter, beads of sweat appeared on the Wolf Tribe Elder Redkenap’s forehead.

Noble circles were abuzz overnight with the saga of Shaman of Divine Songs Richard, initially taken as a laughingstock by the Beamons, this laughingstock soon transformed into an object of unattainable envy—forming a relationship with a Saint Chiao, after all, seemed like a tremendous advantage.

Elder Redkenap originally took pride in his actions but now only felt regret. The Wolf Tribe elder was first shocked, then following closely, fearful of Shaman of Divine Songs Richard’s extensive and robust connections.

He refused to think any further; he feared his third thought would be despair.

It wasn’t just him. Neither the King nor the Pope had anticipated that a Saint Chiao Great Magician, of all people, would entrust his own daughter to a Beamon priest. It seemed absurd—had the Saint Chiao offered his daughter to a human king, it’s likely dozens of monarchs in the human world would have clamored for her.

This kind of absurdity could not be described with mere words.

If Piegel’s earlier duel with the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, had made some disdainful Beamon elites slightly restrained, then the complex yet intimate relationship between Saint Chiao Master Puskas and Shaman of Divine Songs made all Beamon elites press their foreheads into the eternal snow of Mount Tamerlarya for a harsh awakening.

Although Shaman of Divine Songs was an honorary title, today’s Shaman of Divine Songs Richard not only had a high-grade magical beast but was also a triple-talented battle-magic-song Mage who regularly interacted with Saint Level Mages. If anyone still dared to underestimate Shaman of Divine Songs, they could only be described as having vision problems or waterlogged brains.

Anyone who still harbored designs on this Shaman of Divine Songs now thoroughly understood one thing—the seemingly nonchalant man before them was not someone they could afford to provoke.

When Master Puskas subtly mentioned that Shaman of Divine Songs Richard, leading Moer and his followers, had consecutively defeated two Dragon Knights and a host of Holy Vatican’s Golden Palm Holy Knights in the human Dorott Duchy, the elites were surprised, yet it was not entirely unexpected. Having personally witnessed the Shaman of Divine Songs defeating the Seven-Colored Dragon, Beamon elites had developed a sort of immunity.

Damn it, it’s already good enough that I haven’t come to bother you. Piegel also felt a bit smug, especially when he saw the elites bowing and scraping. Old Liu felt even more pleased.

The poor ritual celebration was interrupted once again, leaving the participating priests completely demotivated as they were no longer the center of attention. It was a great celebration, yet it was a rather awkward one—for with the emergence of extraordinary beings from different walks of life, the festive Olympics of the priests somehow seemed all the more redundant.

At the gracious invitation of His Majesty the King, Saint Chiao Great Magician Puskas also held a week of magic teachings for all Mages in the Royal Capital Sabak City. Although not many Mages shared his specialty, the mysteries of magic know no bounds, and by using his experience to teach all Mages how to cleverly and appropriately shorten the incantations for spells, he had them all cheering. Piegel wished to take the stage too, but this Saint Chiao of his had too much water under the bridge, and he couldn’t find an opportunity to show his face.

Nevertheless, Piegel still felt tremendously proud, and his vanity was greatly satisfied. He was delighted. On the other hand, Pope Brut was truly troubled. Initially, he had thought the Shaman of Divine Songs to be quite ordinary, but the man kept surpassing himself daily. Now looking at his power, simply asserting control was no longer straightforward. The influence of the Feilengcui Overlord was subtly coalescing into a significant circle—a nascent powerhouse.