Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 994 - 245: Asking the Gentleman into the Urn_2

Chapter 994: Chapter 245: Asking the Gentleman into the Urn_2

"Your fingers can’t get hard again, so what’s the use of staring at that ring? Just go back and make a necklace out of it, and hang it around your neck," one said coldly to the silly-looking Dragon Knight.

Dragon Knight Lampard looked up at one for a long time, pursed his lips, didn’t say anything, just nodded silently. Beside him, the Silent Golden Giant Dragon Haselbank’s huge eyes were fixed on one’s pockmarked face as if it had guessed one’s identity.

The Golden Giant Dragon Haselbank slowly pulled back his leather armor, staring intently at one; on his muscular, brawny chest there was a round scar the size of a coin, with granulation tissue protruding, looking like an old wound left by a sharp weapon that had yet to heal.

One shook his head and very straightforwardly smacked the Golden Giant Dragon on the back of its head.

Just as the host and guests were enjoying themselves, two Biao warriors from the Taige Clan flew into the inn from the outside at an angle, hurriedly landing and quickly folding their patterned flesh wings, striding forward and standing in front of Helen, who was still silently wiping away her tears. With a fierce thump on their breastplates, they spoke loudly and solemnly with the most commanding posture and solemn tone, "Respected Miss Helen, the matter of the two Dragon Knights arriving in Sabak has been conveyed before His Majesty the King and the Holy Vatican’s Pontiff who are attending the arena. Lord Mourinho, as the special envoy with full authority, will soon arrive at the inn. Please inform the human envoys of the Holy Vatican to prepare, for there will be a grand ceremonial reception for their arrival, and later, His Majesty the King has also prepared a feast."

"No need, no need!" Master Puskas hastily waved his hands: "Two brave Taige warriors, we are merely here to meet old acquaintances, and not as envoys of the Holy Vatican to the Bimon Kingdom. Ah, why make such a fuss? We brought neither banners nor ceremonial maces, how could we participate in a ceremonial reception? Wouldn’t that make us a laughingstock? Please, brave warriors of Taige, pass my message to the little swan Mourinho, make things clear for me, thanks a lot!"

Stunned by the polite words of the Great Magician Saint Chiao, the two Biao warriors from the Taige Clan immediately looked as if they were drunk with pride, their steps became unsteady and their chests puffed up high, ritually ignoring their surroundings. Liu Zhenghuan, watching on the side, really wanted to laugh; just why did a human Great Magician’s praise inflate these two Biao to such an extent? When he, a Great Magician himself, praised others, why didn’t it have the same effect?

Could this be the power of fame? Old Liu really couldn’t help feeling indignant.

Helen wiped away the tears on her cheeks, bit her beautiful red lips, and nodded at the two Biao warriors, who immediately understood and gave another military salute before bowing and leaving the inn.

"Out of three tiger cubs, there’s bound to be one Biao." Dragon Knight Lampard watched the backs of the Biao warriors, full of admiration: "In the sky, except for Gryphon Knights who might be a match for such airborne warriors, other air forces would probably fall short in their presence. They are so strong, just look at how they landed earlier! Their stance was so stable! Beamon warriors are indeed Beamon warriors!"

"Not necessarily, though. Being commendable in both close and distant combat qualifies one for a strong air force, but Biao warriors are after all solitary fighters. Compared to air knights, they lack an assistant." Liu Zhenghuan sniffed and let out a cold, snarky laugh-----------Setting up a hypothetical military enemy is a very simple military reasoning game. The Antelope Warriors of the Newton air cavalry might not match the steel-clad Biao warriors in single combat, but the Newton airborne heavy cavalry, riding Two-Headed Chimaeras, certainly have no issues. The number one Tauren warrior of Beamon with the near battle Totem Pillar and the long battle Kuerke Flying Blade, possessing endless stamina, is simply the perfect soldier and prime candidate for a breeding stallion gigolo.

"Oh? Does the Bimon Kingdom now also have plans to establish an air force?" Dragon Knight Lampard suddenly became interested, evidently, this Dragon Knight was also a military enthusiast.

"Beamon still lacks a professional and scalable air force," Liu Zhenghuan sighed, shook his head, but then asked, "The Holy Vatican should have a small-scale air force, right? I know that among you Holy Knights, a small portion have flying Magical Beasts as mounts, which has always been your tradition."

"Sorry, that’s a military secret, no comment," Dragon Knight Gaxia said coldly on the side.

"Hehe..." Liu Zhenhan laughed heartily, finding the female Dragon Knight’s response hilarious, "Interesting, military secrets, not bad! Well, how about this? If you tell me this military secret, I will give you a Space Ring in exchange. How does that sound?"

"What?" Dragon Knight Gaxia was momentarily dumbfounded, but she quickly regained her composure, a frosty sternness covering her pretty face, "Lord Richard, you are the Shaman of Divine Songs, the most revered in Bimon Kingdom. As a superior, I hope you won’t provoke my patience with frivolous words!"

"Beautiful Gaxia, I was just joking," Liu Zhenhan snapped his fingers generously, "Here’s the deal, to show my apology, I am prepared to give you a Space Ring."

"No way!" Master Puskas was stunned, and so was the Dragon Knight Lampard.

"But... but... I don’t have... anything of equivalent value... to exchange..." Dragon Knight Gaxia clearly didn’t expect such good fortune to just fall into her lap and was momentarily at a loss for words, stammering her response.

"This is simply a gift to show my apology, after all, you did come all the way to the Bimon Kingdom. Shouldn’t we leave a good impression of Bimon hospitality on a beautiful lady?" Liu Zhenhan offered a gentlemanly smile.

"Then... thank you very much," was Dragon Knight Gaxia’s first clear-headed reaction, driven by knightly pride to refuse the gift. However, the value of the Seven-degree Gold Ring and the beautifully carved emerald on it, from both the perspective of a knight and that of a woman, completely overpowered Gaxia’s restraint.

Liu Zhenhan tilted his head slightly, and Moer quickly took off her ring and gracefully flew over to Dragon Knight Gaxia, placing the valuable ring in the palm of the Dragon Knight. Gaxia seemed to still be in disbelief that this was real, looking foolishly at the beautiful and delicate Seven-degree Gold Ring in her palm. Her companion, the Jade Giant Dragon Jiggs, wasn’t faring much better, also staring dully at the ring.

"Aren’t all dragons supposed to love collecting treasures? How come this Jade Dragon looks as dumb as a country rooster?" Liu Zhenhan quietly asked Elder Andulan.

"Dragons like collecting shiny gems and Gold Coins the most. As for Magical Equipment, how many can there be on the Aegean Continent? Not to mention intricately crafted and powerful Magical Equipment. Do you think all dragons are like you, with a bandit’s background?" Elder Andulan pursed his lips, cunningly smiling, "Besides, who doesn’t understand the principle of ’no guilt in bearing jade, yet a crime to possess it’? Hoard too much magical equipment, and you’re just waiting for dragon-slaying heroes to come knocking."

"What about the Gold Coins you collected back then? Where did you throw those?" Liu Zhenhan asked, getting to the point.

"Forgot where I put them, somewhere in a mountain cave on Mount Tamerlarya for sure. Go ahead and search. If you look for three or five hundred years, maybe you’ll find them," Elder Andulan shot Liu Zhenhan a fierce glance.

"I will look for them," Liu Zhenhan nodded earnestly, "when I have time."