Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 967 - 234 Cause

Chapter 967: Chapter 234 Cause

It is the ant holes that cause the levee to collapse, and it is always the insignificant figures that trigger major events. -----------A Beamon proverb.

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To describe the misfortune of Liu Zhenhan with the phrase "excessive joy turns to sorrow" might seem an understatement, but it’s hard to find words with greater impact.

The flattery by Master Saint Chiao, the aura of being a war god’s spokesperson, all the envious and admiring gazes had intoxicated Liu Zhenhan completely. After this, in front of the previously quiet inn and bar, countless luxurious carriages were parked, each one bearing the family crest of an ancient lineage.

The frequent dinner invitations made Liu Zhenhan, Helen, and Moer exhausted to deal with and overwhelmed; however, another issue emerged that made Liu Zhenhan’s previously joyful mood sink to the bottom of the sea—the illness of the swearing parrot was getting worse.

Ever since Yitiao and Ning Yu left, the little parrot had actually been sick, listless, even becoming more refined in its eating habits, no longer as brash as before, but it still managed to swear at people reluctantly.

The only witch doctor in Feilengcui, Nochadamas, couldn’t ascertain the cause of the swearing parrot’s illness; he believed it might have eaten something it shouldn’t have, getting drunk on it.

"Cats consider catnip their alcohol, doves the mulberry, and snakes the cornelian cherry; perhaps the little parrot will sober up after some time," Nochadamas said to the Overlord.

But after arriving at Sabak City, not only did the swearing parrot not sober up, but its entire body also became increasingly limp, its brilliant plumage losing its former luster, languidly drooping there, barely able to lift its eyelids, no longer seen flying about and swearing everywhere.

In these final days of the sacrificial festival, the parrot’s condition worsened significantly, convulsing severely once or twice each day; during each convulsion, even the red crest on its head would swell to purple, all the feathers on its wings would stand on end, convulsing like being electrified, and from its hooked beak, it occasionally spluttered out strings of smelly saliva.

Witch Doctor Nochadamas almost got himself tossed into Autumn Knife Lake with a stone tied around him and turned into a lotus farmer by the inn’s owner on the spot.

However, it wasn’t fair to blame the witch doctor’s expertise alone; even the clergy could not diagnose the parrot’s odd condition. Elder Andulan agreed with the witch doctor’s deduction, also believing the parrot had eaten something it shouldn’t have, but it was unlikely to be alcohol; instead, this substance had reacted with something in the body, neutralizing into a poison, about which Elder Andulan was powerless since the clergy didn’t have the ability to detoxify.

Elder Damai couldn’t help but sigh, having been a cleric for so many years, having saved countless lives, yet finding himself helpless against a dying parrot.

Among the Beamon, the Medusa Witch Doctors were the most adept at manipulating toxins. Liu Zhenhan was too preoccupied to attend the sacrificial competition, having prepared a generous gift to invite a Snake-man Witch Doctor from Caiyu City, hoping to neutralize the parrot’s poison. However, the witch doctor from Caiyu City stubbornly refused to do Liu Zhenhan the favor, possibly bearing a grudge due to the occasional conflicts between Feilengcui and Caiyu City. Helpless, Liu Zhenhan had to resort to a bit of trickery to bring the Snake-man Witch Doctor to the inn and bar where he was staying.

Disappointingly, after reluctantly examining the little parrot, the Medusa Witch Doctor very confidently concluded—it was a poison that had reached deep into the vitals, beyond saving.

Guoguo looked at Liu Zhenhan with tears streaming down her face, and Liu Zhenhan could only look back at her, his eyes filled with tears as well.

There were no other options remaining, from clergy to witch doctor, all conceivable methods had been tried. Other than watching the swearing parrot’s life force dim little by little, Liu Zhenhan had no other choice.

Even if Liu Zhenhan’s Divine Songs were incredibly powerful, even if he used the Life Shackles and Song of Poison Resistance, these battle songs were after all emergency measures, not permanent solutions to balance life force, nor truly curative detoxification methods.

Unable to fully neutralize the poison, the little parrot was still going to die, just a matter of sooner or later.

According to the kidnapped Medusa Witch Doctor, it would be best to give the parrot a quick end, to spare it prolonged agony—and in this suffering, only become more miserable.

As the Medusa Witch Doctor voiced this, there was a hint of schadenfreude on his face, for at that moment, the face of the Feilengcui Lord was etched with pain.

What the opponent said was indeed the truth, but Liu Zhenhan still gave the witch doctor a sound beating, in line with the tradition of the Aegean Continent; the fate of the Medusa Witch Doctor was the same as that of all others in the world who spoke the truth.

The Shaman of Divine Songs and Master Saint Chiao weren’t present at the arena, which shocked both His Majesty the King and the Pontifex Maximus. A continuous stream of special envoys came to the inn, fortunate enough to witness the Medusa Witch Doctor, who had been beaten black and blue at the door, and the grimacing Shaman of Divine Songs.

You cannot wrap fire with paper; soon, Mourinho, accompanied by the chieftains and elders of the Caiyu City, came knocking to demand an explanation. For Mourinho, a man who valued his face highly, the Shaman of Divine Songs, Richard, had blatantly abducted a vassal clan witch doctor from his command and beaten him beyond recognition in Sabak City, which was nothing less than public humiliation. The only solution for such an offense was to balance it through violent means. However, fortunately, Gortani strenuously persuaded her father, and with Puskas, the peacemaker intervening, they managed to prevent an outright battle between the nation’s twin swans, the chief priests, and the Shaman of Divine Songs.