Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 970 - 235 Whistle-blowing

Chapter 970: Chapter 235 Whistle-blowing

Facing the undisguised rude demeanor of the Shaman of Divine Songs Richard, Red Robe High Priest Brut left in disgruntlement. The last backward glance by the Pope, before leaving, clearly depicted the inner portrayal of the High Priest’s heart at that moment—If the resentment and venom in his eyes could be converted into Gold Coins, the Feilengcui Lord could surely have stormed back to Feilengcui and become an ultra-rich tycoon overnight.

Liu was not affected at all; he was a standard fool who relied solely on brute strength. If you had the guts, bite him; if not, just choke on your frustration.

Helen’s legs had gone weak; she was really terrified. In fact, it wasn’t just her, under that tense, confrontational circumstance, the majority of the Beamon in the inn had lost control over themselves. The abruptness with which the Overlord had turned the situation around left most Beamon somewhat unresponsive, mainly because the upper-class Beamon nobles had indisputable authority throughout the Bimon Kingdom—this privilege was deeply ingrained in the minds of most Beamon.

As a Red Robe High Priest, he belonged to the highest ecclesiastical echelons, his status in some respects even surpassing that of His Majesty the King. Confronting the Pope was something no clear-headed Beamon would foolishly do.

Others might not dare, but that didn’t necessarily apply to Liu, for he was the war god’s spokesperson. Even the Pope could not do much to him immediately, such was his ironclad privilege and reality.

"Richard!" Helen slumped into a chair, weakly said, "Under the circumstances just now, if the Pope dared to repeat his curse at you, were you really prepared to get physical?"

"Why not?" Liu asked quizzically.

"Attacking the Pope is a capital offense! Oh—war god above—" Helen moaned in despair.

"Attacking the Shaman of Divine Songs is also a capital offense," Liu said while clutching the skull necklace in his hand, like an old monk devoutly counting beads, his eyes downturned, his expression indescribably compassionate. "Amitabha, this official fears harming even an ant on the ground, cherishes the moth shielded by the light; if someone were to attempt my assassination, wouldn’t that be utterly heartless?"

Helen was rendered speechless, and Moer chuckled aloud.

"Assassination? Do you think our four great guards are vegetarians?" The small giant Iverson put his index finger to his lips in a particularly contemptuous gesture, not specifying whom he scorned.

"If the Pope really repeats it, would you truly act on it?" Helen still in disbelief, murmured doubtfully once again.

"The question is, does he dare repeat it?" Liu chuckled, "If he truly had the guts to do so, then I might actually acquire some respect for him."

"No one in the Taige Clan is a coward! I challenge you to a duel!" Four Biao warriors burst out from behind Helen, glaring angrily at Liu, their eyes blazing with a fury that could forge weapons for Difeng Giants to spare.

Ironically, at the instant of conflict between Liu and the Pope, these four Biao warriors, like most of the others here, were completely stunned, and now they were belatedly trying to find their footing, which seemed rather delayed.

"Silence!" Helen immediately reprimanded with a delicate scold, "I am speaking with His Majesty, when did you four get the right to interject? A duel? Are you here to be my guards or to stir up trouble like street thugs every day?"

"Please forgive us, Helen," the four flushed Biao warriors, holding back their anger, humbly bowed their heads. Every true Knight should strictly follow the directives of their superiors; this is the most tangible demand of "loyalty" in the Knight’s Code. As personal guards of High Priest Helen of Cambridge, they must strictly obey Helen’s will. After all, not every Beamon had the ruffian spirit and reckless courage of the Feilengcui Overlord.

"True to Biao nature, indeed quite wild," Liu rolled his eyes at the four brave Flying Tiger Warriors, "What you said is somewhat idealistic! Which race only produces heroes and no scoundrels? Tell me one if you can find it? Can’t, right? What I state is simply the truth; does stating the truth also become a disgrace?"

The four Biao warriors looked up sharply at Liu, eyes nearly bursting.

"All of you, out to patrol the skies, your presence isn’t required here," Helen impatiently waved her hand, dismissing the four fuming Biao warriors outside the inn.

"Four idiots," the dirty-talking little parrot, lying on the table, cursed feebly, stretching its hooked beak to scratch the feathers on its belly.

Liu watched delightedly the cursing little parrot, Guoguo gaped, then began hopping excitedly on the table. The second and third sons were not even as high as the table legs; stretching their necks, they still couldn’t see the parrot. The third son puckered up his chubby butt, carrying his brother on his back. They stacked up into a pagoda, finally level with the table, where the second son made faces at the belly-up parrot.

"Phoenix Blood really works," Helen and Moer exchanged smiles.

"Don’t mention the Phoenix Blood; even talking about it infuriates me," Liu cursed resentfully, "Mourinho! One day, I swear I’ll show him his place! Just a few days ago, we were fighting side by side, laughing and talking, and now suddenly, what? He turns his face on a dime!"