Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 973 - 236: Qian Qian as Mau Sui_2

Chapter 973: Chapter 236: Qian Qian as Mau Sui_2

"Isn’t Chekin very knowledgeable about poisons? Do you have any opinions to share?" Ning Yu looked at Chekin, who also raised his head proudly, vigorously shaking the long plumes on his forehead.

"Me?" Chekin laughed heartily, "I do have a strong resistance to poisons, but where did you get the idea I’ve researched them! Since I’m back, might as well let the Owen monk draw some blood for the little parrot. I believe my blood is definitely more resistant to poison than Phoenix Blood."

"I must have been out of my mind, how could I have forgotten about you? You’re an expert at being immune to all poisons." Liu Zhenhan slapped his forehead, regretful, "Obischillaci! Should have called you back sooner, then I wouldn’t have gotten mixed up with Mourinho."

"Really, it’s because you’re the fool. I think your blood is probably no worse than mine." Chekin, while letting Owen mess with his body, continually retorted, "There can’t be two Taiges on one mountain, you and the old swan just aren’t cut from the same cloth. Mourinho might make a good father, but I don’t think he’d make a good father-in-law..."

"It looks like this little beast’s poison has been cured." Liu Zhenhan twisted the little thing’s hooked beak, and the little parrot retaliated by pecking at its boss’s fingers. Though still weak, it had regained its mischievous nature, even mimicking the Pope’s tone in a bizarre accent: "Caw-caw—you dumb pig—you who crawled out of a cesspit—"

Liu Zhenhan laughed, it turns out this little beast, though barely hanging on, didn’t miss learning those two insulting phrases from Pope Neixia.

"This little thing’s beak is as venomous as ever! My heart aches not to save it, but I hate it when I do!" Helen said angrily, "We should name it! Let’s call it Matelaqi!"

Everyone burst into laughter, leaving a group of tough Beamon men somewhat sheepish. Not many kings in the history of the Bimon Kingdom could be fully accounted for, but Matelaqi, the "Divine Archer Zechen" from the Haus clan two hundred years ago, was a figure known to every Beamon as if his fame struck like thunder. Not only was this Haus clan Divine Archer godlike in his archery, but his venomous cursing was famous nationwide. It was said that wherever and whenever, his speech always included profanity, and being unbending in nature, he never dropped this habit even in the most solemn events. The newly appointed Master Qi Dan was once verbally abused by Matelaqi, losing his composure completely. In the end, the archer met a gloomy fate; he had offended too many powerful figures and had his tongue cut out.

Cursing isn’t difficult, but to curse incessantly without pause throughout one’s lifetime is rare. Throughout the entire history of the continent, the only one able to achieve this was Matelaqi... it seems... now the little parrot could be counted as another.

"Right! Let’s name this little beast Matelaqi!" Liu Zhenhan gave Helen an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"Obi-sch-il-laci—" The little parrot clearly was dissatisfied with the name, dragging out the syllables while blurting another curse.

Everyone laughed again; this mischievous treasure brought happiness to everyone. With it around, life was no longer monotonous. The world of the Aegean Continent is so wondrous, many disputes are truly unnecessary. For instance, when the little parrot curses, everyone just finds it both adorable and irritating since its chubby, hen-like appearance is so endearing that no one really takes offense. However, if it were Mourinho and Liu Zhenhan speaking in this way, they would probably have been fighting so fiercely that the sky and earth would darken, the sun and moon would lose their light. To use a rather philosophical cliché, this is probably what they mean by "attitude is everything."

"Could it be that it was Medusa from Caiyu City who poisoned it?" Ning Yu suddenly came up with a startling thought after pondering for a long while, "Among the Beamon, those most skilled in using poison are the Medusa Witch Doctors and the Zodanu Clan’s Frog Witch Doctors! And among those who had dealings with us from Feicui, there are just a few Beamon tribes and a couple of fallen Elves; besides Medusa, I can hardly imagine who else might have had a chance to poison the little parrot."

"Not only is Medusa adept at using poison, but she is also skilled in using Gu, which are colorless and tasteless poisons with many unusual effects." Helen made an exaggerated gesture, "It’s said that if a young Medusa girl takes a liking to a man, just by planting an emotional Gu, if that man turns unfaithful, he is doomed to die without a trace!"

"Nonsense." Liu Zhenhan laughed, Helen really could make this absurd legend sound like something plausible.

"Really? I’d actually like to learn that," Daisy’s eyes sparkled.

"This is just a legend." Helen shrugged regretfully, "To tell you the truth, it’s just a story I heard from my mom when I was little, Daisy, don’t take it seriously."

"We have also heard of this legend, better to believe it than disbelieve it." A large group of Beamon chattered loudly.

"We should give these Medusas a good beating!" Fat Luo boasted loudly, completely unaware that Bellamy and the Mastiff Warriors were glaring at him furiously.

"Hold your tongue! Jumping to conclusions so early is simply premature!" Ning Yu sharply reprimanded, "I am merely speculating."

When the boss of Caiyu City spoke up, all the chirping sounds immediately ceased. Yi, about to say something, hurriedly swallowed his words and repeatedly stretched his neck, while the Elder of Andulan, with a bitter smile, shook his head and sighed continuously.

"Richard, your majesty... may I give it a try?" Shyly, Qian Qian spoke, her voice resembling the low humming of a Larza beast without vocal cords; if not for Old Liu’s keen ears, he wouldn’t have heard her at all.

"You?" Liu, stunned, scratched his hair, scrutinizing the tribal sacrificial priestess, finding it hard to see any relation between this girl and complex toxin principles, as Chekin wasn’t a race that specialized in using poison; their only produce were thieves and prostitutes.

"I can try to identify it using a war song," Qian Qian said, playing nervously with the corner of her dress, head bowed.

"A war song? Our Altar Sacrificial Ceremony only has ’Heavenly Calamity Bone Bell Symphony’——’Song of Poison Resistance’. When did we ever have a ’Song of Poison Identification’?" Helen asked curiously.

"Master, tradition war songs indeed don’t include the ’Song of Poison Identification’." Qian Qian appeared even more uneasy.

"Continue speaking," the Elder of Andulan suddenly intervened.

"My ancestor, Plutini, was a great sacrificial priest," Qian Qian said, raising her head proudly, her eyes brimming with tears she could no longer control, and two streams of tears trickled down silently like strings of pearls: "He devoted his entire life to researching war songs; nobody understood them better, nor the ’Five-line Staff’."

"Are you saying you know the ’Five-line Staff’ as well?" Liu gasped in amazement.

Qian Qian nodded affirmatively.

"Whoa—" A unified gasp echoed around.