Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 997 - 247 Peacemaker_2

Chapter 997: Chapter 247 Peacemaker_2

Dragon Knights, no matter which country they visited, always brought a swarm of flies-like chasing and retaining. The common folk never cared about the missions the Dragon Knights were bound to; instead, they always tried to find all sorts of excuses to detain them, to bolster their own prestige and add to their future bragging rights. The combination of two Dragon Knights along with a Saint Chiao in such a golden trio made even bigger a sensation than a mere Saint Hall Dragon Knight would have, and accepting invitations, they could have filled their calendar to the end of the year with ease.

What the two Dragon Knights and Master Puskas feared the most was these incessant social invitations over battle. The Swan High Priest’s refreshing briskness, similar to sweet-watered carrots, immediately won the unanimous favor of the three humans, who thanked him profusely.

"Damn!" The more popular Mourinho was, the more Liu felt irritated. To express his indignation, he spat out the mushy, chewed tobacco from his mouth with a "tch".

"Your Majesty, as a nobleman, constantly uttering profanity does not prove any class of yours. Treating ignorance as personality and corniness as interesting, the Renaissance era that did that has long been swept away by the rain and wind," Mourinho elegantly stated with an amiable smile in the face of Piegel’s provocation, his words devoid of any profanity yet dripping with sarcasm, "By the way, the era in Aegean history that famously gloried in being vulgar and uneducated as proved by posterity was just an utterly absurd epoch. I can understand your nostalgia, Your Majesty, but I don’t think there is any need for you to constantly emulate such irrational vulgarity."

"Vulgar language is never dirtier than a vulgar heart, and my heart is pure. That’s enough," Liu retorted coldly, cursing under his breath about being lectured on class by this man!

Liu seemed to have forgotten something, his actions were no fewer than those of the old Swan High Priest. This incidentally verified an Aegean proverb—"The eye is the greatest enabler, for it can only be used to spot others’ flaws."

"Are you implying that my heart isn’t noble and pure enough?" The Swan High Priest’s eyebrows shot up, his tone already carrying a hint of strong indignation.

"How dare I." Liu chuckled softly.

"Can you two give me some face? I’m still standing right here!" Master Puskas, his face suffused with annoyance, interjected. "Jose, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"Master..." The twin pillars of the Bimon Kingdom’s ceremonies, who had been quite tense just a moment ago, immediately relaxed their attitudes upon hearing Master Saint Chiao’s words, hurriedly apologizing to Master Puskas, with Mourinho showing a slight embarrassment.

"Fuck! Can’t you stop arguing with Jose?" Master Puskas affectionately grasped Liu’s wrist, whispering into his ear; the master felt his palm touch something hard—looking down, it was a beautifully crafted "Twelve-Hour Wristband."

"He started it," Liu said aggrievedly.

"Hmm, enough with the pointless talk. I have memorized the magic coordinates of your wristband, so I’ll use ’Thousand Miles Voice Transmission’ in the future if there’s anything. That ’Death Overlord’s Earring,’ I’ll get it for you as soon as possible," Master Puskas gently patted Liu’s wrist.

"No need to mention it! I don’t know how to thank you enough for your kindness!" Liu’s eyes immediately lit up.

"Want to repay me? Simple, become my son-in-law. Marry into my family!" the eyes of Saint Chiao twinkled mischievously.

"Aren’t you being a bit disrespectful at your age?" Liu Zhenhan was greatly embarrassed.

"Hehe, the little beast is blushing, no more useless chatter..." Master Puskas waved his hand, chuckling and turned to look at Dragon Knight Lampard, "Frank, should we depart immediately for Pompeii?"

"Master..." Dragon Knight Lampard clicked his heels, the spurs clinking together, "Speed is of the essence in warfare. The Pope must be worried about the situation in the Pompeii Empire and the Saint Francisco Empire at this moment. We should set out as soon as possible, the sooner we resolve the dispute between the two countries, the fewer divine believers will have their homes destroyed by the war."

"Let’s do this..." Master Saint Chiao pondered for a moment, then spoke with a grimace, "Gaxia, Lampard, you two go ahead. I need to deal with some personal matters here and will catch up with you later..."

"...However, as you both cross the Tamerlarya, stop by a newly established city at the foot of the snow mountain. It’s said that a large number of fallen Elves have settled there mysteriously, possessing a formidable air force. After you complete this task, meet me at the ferry point of the Mississippi River in the Thunder Mountain Range." Master Puskas’s expression grew very serious as he assigned a series of tasks, "Remember, when observing those fallen Elves, if they make any suspicious moves, whether sending air forces to provoke you or to approach for negotiations, you must not engage with them in any manner!"

"Fallen Elves?" Upon hearing the Master’s words, the faces of the two Dragon Knights turned stern, but they did not utter any superfluous words. They flung their capes together, bowed to Master Saint Chiao to show unconditioned obedience, while the Golden Dragon Hasselbaink and the Jade Dragon Jiggs also solemnly nodded to the Master.

Dragon Knight Lampard finally pulled off the ridiculous silver wig on his head and put on the majestic Golden Helmet. Alongside Knight Gaxia, they politely bid farewell to the Shaman of Divine Songs and all the Beamon, while Liu Zhenhan and Guoguo saluted them with a Patton-style forehead touch as they watched the two Dragon Knights and the Fourth-rank Giant Dragon disappear behind the inn’s front door.

Liu smiled broadly, pleased with his gains: five heads that could refine into Blue Shadow Glass Crystals, not to mention a Beryl Dragon Pearl. Ha, a rich harvest indeed! It truly was a case of "No bodies paving the roads, yet golden belts come from arson and murder."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I and your boss, Lord Mourinho, have a few things to discuss. Would you mind stepping aside for a short while? It won’t take long..." Master Puskas clapped his hands, looking around the crowd politely, yet his eyes clearly meant, everyone scram out of the inn.

Even a blind man could see that the Master was preparing to mediate the conflict between the two sky god priests. Given his close relationship with both sides and his unwillingness to be caught in the middle as a mediator, his prestige should be enough to act as a smooth intermediary, since there were no deep-seated grudges between the sides.

The innkeepers all exchanged relieved smiles, glad at the prospect of reconciling with the Swan Priest. It was an exceedingly welcome development, and everyone truly missed Gortani. If things could be cleared up, Gortani might return, leading to a real happy reunion.

The Vassal Clan and the militia all stared at their boss, uncertain whether to leave or stay; they always looked to the boss for a cue.

Liu Zhenhan, without raising his head, elegantly drew an arc in the air with one finger, pointing towards the revolving door.