Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 54 - 5 Mysterious Eastern Beamon_1
54: Chapter 5 Mysterious Eastern Beamon_1
54 -5 Mysterious Eastern Beamon_1
“Regardless of their faith, every Beamon has their own preferences for food.” –– A Beamon proverb. freewebnσvel.cѳm
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Watching the black seahorse disappear into the gloomy night, Helen lost strength and collapsed weakly in Liu Zhenhan’s arms.
“What’s wrong?” Liu Zhenhan asked with concern.
“Do you know how dangerous you were just now?” The little vixen’s reply was faint and breathless, her eyes half-closed.
“Dangerous?” Liu Zhenhan flexed his robust arm, “Ha ha…
my girl, have you forgotten that I am a priest cursed by the magical beasts?
I have some dragon power.
How could I be in danger?”
This statement from Liu Zhenhan carried the rare hint of humility.
In the reconnaissance company, he had always been a highly cultivated captive taker.
The reason he had never been sent out on missions was that the captain thought he was too heavy-handed and had a knack for killing.
An odd twist of fate gave him this great dragon power, which turned him into a standard killing machine.
Liu Zhenhan kept this in mind; because there were some things that I was easier not to explain.
Helen was too young to need to know too much, and it would be better if she didn’t.
Although Liu Zhenhan might have seemed dull, he was actually quite shrewd.
Thinking about this, Liu Zhenhan chuckled foolishly, preparing to play dumb.
“Richard~~!” Helen’s words were tinged with blame.
“What is a priest?” Helen asked: “A priest is a messenger of the temple, the beacon of Beamon’s advance.
If you say that Beamon warriors are fire, we are hot oil, making them burn more vigorously.
The power of ten Beamon warriors can never match that of four warriors plus a priest.
If the priest needed to face a tough battle, then why would he need the magical pet?”
“But where are the warriors around me?
Guoguo?” Liu Zhenhan stroked Guoguo’s head in his arms and shrugged helplessly.
“When you return to the Bimon Kingdom and confirm your identity, countless warriors in the kingdom will scramble to follow you based on your title of natural soul singer.
Even the temple will send powerful Holy Temple Knights to protect you because of your unique identity.” Helen rolled her eyes at him, her fiery red tail standing upright.
“That’s not there yet, is it?” Liu Zhenhan grabbed Helen’s big tail: “You saw just now, that shark knight, Obischillaci!
He was muscular, and used magic.
if we only relied on Guoguo and your osprey, both you and I, who weigh more than 200 pounds, would have been done for.”
“From now on, you’re not allowed to behave foolishly and face powerful warriors like that…uh…
there’s none of that in the priests!
And…don’t mention that you were cursed by the magical beast again…
if someone finds out, it’s a disgrace to your natural-born soul singer identity.”
“I know that.” Liu Zhenhan shamelessly moved closer: “I understand this, there is no need for you to tell me, I’m more aware of the ins and outs in this than anyone else.”
“You really aren’t like the Pigiel race, famous for its stupidity across the Pan Continent, but more like us, Fawkes, surprisingly shrewd!” The little vixen pushed the glib Liu Zhenhan away.
“I can consider matriarchy.” Liu Zhenhan was becoming increasingly shameless.
“Like a powerless child, following the wife’s surname!
If I join your family by marriage, won’t I become one of you Fawkes?”
Helen’s gaze dimmed a bit, and a hint of deep sorrow enveloped her face.
“What’s wrong?” Liu Zhenhan sensed something was amiss.
“Nothing.” Helen nestled softly in Richard’s arms, gently stroking his rough face with her slender fingernails, her face looking up at him emotionally, she asked: “Richard, no matter what the situation is like in the future, regardless of how difficult it is, you won’t abandon me, will you?”
“Does that even need to be said?” the smiling face of Liu Zhenhan was resolute under the light of the Night Pearl.
Helen wept as she lunged at him, smothering his face with sloppy kisses.
A pang of unease flitted across the depths of Liu Zhenhan’s heart.
This matter had been disturbing him for a long time, preventing him from falling asleep.
What caused Helen’s unusual behavior?
Was it about her identity?
Just because the Pigiel race was a vassal clan of the Fawkes, was that the reason?
No matter what, he had to secure this identity as a priest.
Then he too would be a noble!
With a fuzzy mind and an alternately depressed and excited mood, Liu Zhenhan worried the mermaids would return for revenge.
After a night of random thoughts, he fell into a deep sleep.
He didn’t know how long he had slept when Liu Zhenhan was awoken by a sudden, violent rocking of the bamboo raft.
Fortunately, the tortoise shell was well secured, otherwise, he would have been thrown into the sea.
Liu Zhenhan rubbed his eyes and saw that it was broad daylight outside.
He climbed out from the tortoise shell, wrapped in a wolf skin blanket, and came face to face with a black wall.
Liu Zhenhan rubbed his eyes again.
It turned out to be the side of a ship.
The huge wooden ship was at least two stories high, and Liu Zhenhan’s bamboo raft was stuck on the ship’s anchor rope.
Helen also came out, her face full of tenderness, she was buttoning up her clothing which had been surprisingly unbuttoned by Liu Zhenhan at some point.
“A Ship?” Helen’s face suddenly turned pale.
In the Aegean Continent, only a few particularly strong human countries and the Sea Clan have trade exchanges.
These countries have powerful strength, at least possessing the terrifying existence like Dragon Knights, which are recognized by the Sea Clan, and assigned specific sea lanes to pass.
