Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 968 - 234 Cause_2

Chapter 968: Chapter 234 Cause_2

Liu Zhenhan now completely ignored everyone.

He had mustered a great deal of courage, but ultimately he still couldn’t bring himself to slaughter the cursing little parrot to end its suffering. He simply couldn’t bear it. This adorable little creature had followed him for a long time, and no matter how annoying and mischievous it was, it was still one of his own. If it were to die before his eyes, Liu Zhenhan would die as well-----------because Elves would die of a broken heart if they suffered excessive sorrow.

This situation greatly surprised Master Puskas of Saint Chiao, the Great Magician. The Master had not expected that this Piegel Overlord, who killed without batting an eyelid and had once slaughtered tens of thousands of Dorott mercenaries, would be so soft-hearted that he could not bring himself to kill a dying parrot.

This stark contrast between ice and fire within his personality left Master Puskas pondering for a long time without coming to any conclusion.

Joan of Arc noticed her biological father’s confusion, and she explained to him with the simplest and clearest fact-----------------during the days at Fierce Cold Green, whenever the Halfling chefs slaughtered the Larza beasts or the fat antelopes, foster father Richard always hid far away. He said that the miserable howling of the livestock during slaughter made him feel too distressed to bear listening.

Although Master Puskas truly couldn’t reconcile the image of a desperado, who moved from life to death with a knife, with that of a delicate and tender lord who couldn’t bear to hear the slaughter of his own livestock, he was beginning to understand a little.

In fact, not only Master Puskas, with his significant age, couldn’t fully comprehend Liu Zhenhan’s dual personality. Many others also found it baffling. For a person who always considered himself a tough guy, such indecisive and affectionate characteristics were undoubtedly embarrassing. Those traits should belong to a dandy, not a battle-hardened warrior.

Most Bimon warriors would likely consider this Shaman of Divine Songs not to be a true warrior, yet there are others who believe he is the embodiment of true bravery.

Helen and Gortani simultaneously conveyed their admiration for Liu Zhenhan with their eyes.

The two women couldn’t help but recall together a famous relief carving, "Serathus," that graced the eaves of Witherspoon temple------------the backdrop of this relief was a battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated. The corpses of warriors were filled with arrows and spears, and beneath tattered banners, an injured Tauren warrior squatted down, leaning on his giant axe, and gently brought his nose to a wildflower to savor the fragrance of the earth.

In this world, there were many Bimon warriors like Liu Zhenhan, who could face the most ferocious enemies with cold ruthlessness, harvesting their lives with an icy blade without hesitation; yet, it was these same warriors who could not bear to harm the most insignificant of lives. Such a character, as depicted by the Tauren warrior in the "Serathus" relief, was entirely different from a bloodthirsty hooligan. It’s one thing to face death with bravery, quite another to revel in bloodshed.

Regrettably, there weren’t many in this world who could clearly understand the layers of such a warrior.

However, things were not completely without hope. The arrival of Ice Phoenix Tang Beryljenna gave Liu Zhenhan the last glimmer of hope. As a phoenix, every drop of blood from a phoenix carried potent self-healing properties and resistance. Although phoenixes detested bleeding, Tang Beryljenna nevertheless offered to transfer a small amount of Phoenix Blood into the little parrot, which made Liu Zhenhan extremely elated.

Lao Liu knew it wasn’t because of his own great face, but because Guoguo, holding hands with the second and third young masters, wept silently in front of the little parrot. The beautiful eyes of Ice Phoenix Tang Beryljenna would appear at any time, never leaving the two chubby Blood Infants.

The Swan High Priest obviously couldn’t accept such a preposterous thing as the Ice Phoenix donating blood to an ordinary parrot. He didn’t believe that just a bit of Phoenix Blood could counteract the unknown poison, and considering several other reasons that need not be elaborated, Mourinho immediately stopped the Ice Phoenix-----------having one’s own vassal injured by others, and then having one’s own magical pet and love partner donate blood to the offender was something Mourinho could not possibly agree to.

Helen felt extremely awkward. The twist of events was just that absurd. Not long ago, they had joined forces against a common enemy, and in a blink of an eye, they had become adversaries again. The two equally outstanding individuals were always looking for a way to best each other, neither Richard nor Mourinho could tolerate taking even the slightest loss from the other. This clear competitive consciousness extended from their personal grudges to the strategic relationships between the two great realms of Fierce Cold Green and Caiyu City, creating a very nuanced atmosphere. They could be considered friends to an extent, but in many ways, it was more appropriate to describe their relationship as fierce rivals.

No matter from which angle, Fierce Cold Green wasn’t esteemed enough to warrant the Ice Phoenix Tang Beryljenna performing a blood transfusion for a cursing little parrot------------it wasn’t that Fierce Cold Green wasn’t prominent enough; rather, no bird on the whole Aegean Continent was worthy of receiving blood from a phoenix. If Mourinho agreed to this, it would be tantamount to publicly acknowledging that he was flattering the Shaman of Divine Songs, an affront the incredibly proud Mourinho could not accept.

For this very reason, even Master Puskas of Saint Chiao found himself unable to mediate. Both parties were dear to him, and at this sensitive moment, Master Puskas knew exactly what he needed to do, so he chose to go shopping as an excuse to avoid the situation.