Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1276 - 353: Overbearing Princess_2

"Curly Hook, ain’t got no love interest?" Liu Shock joined in the fun, teasing the young lad in the Pantar dialect, asking if the boy had been in love.

Gu Chuan bashfully lowered his head, stuttering and stammering for quite some time before timidly responding, "No."

The Panda Warriors all burst into hearty laughter.

"General Pan, I’ve been busy these past few days, but once I’m done, I’ll have a talk with your clan leader. Might as well settle down here, there’s no more scholars back east, so what’s the point of going back? Whether you prefer Pier girls or Garfield girls, I’ll help you sort it out!" Liu Shock chuckled, "Gude, you are an honorary Knight and have your own mining village. You’ll need to convince the elders and the clan for me! I’ve only knighted two people so far, you and Korina were the earliest, and Bellamy, an hereditary prisoner. Now, all I can do is help him obtain the office of Sacred Officer, Summer Palace Judge Advocate! How about that?"

"I am your follower, and that will never change. As for the clan elders, let them be! If they stay, they stay; if not, so be it! Bellamy is the Summer Palace Judge Advocate? In charge of catching thieves? They say ’stealing chickens and dogs’, so isn’t he practically a turncoat?" Gude was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath. "What about the others? Fatty Luo, Obischillaci, Ardu, Rovi, Pavel, so many people, how can you manage to find roles for all of them?"

"Fatty Luo is the Summer Palace Blade, Obischillaci the Regimental Commander of another division, Ardu and Duncan are the Summer Palace Guards, Pavel and Xiao Cui are the Left and Right Shooters, Rovi is the Staff Chief. Initially, the Sacred Officer position was supposed to be Elephant Chancellor, but the Mammoth Clan elders disagreed, saying the name clearly had racial undertones!"

General Pan chuckled, "No wonder I just got back and heard Fatty Luo humming ’The First Snow of the Year 141 of the Aegean Calendar’. The precious blade, it turns out he’d become a Blade!"

Before Liu Shock could reply, a cold gleaming sword light suddenly lunged from an angle, aiming straight for Harifa Abdullah. The chilly light was incredibly swift, and the sharp wind chilled Liu’s face.

Without a second thought, Old Liu quickly blocked the deadly strike with his mithril arm. Sparks flew, and his arm tingled numbly.

"What are you doing?" Liu Shock looked angrily at Princess Nancy, from whom that powerful sword strike had originated.

Princess Nancy glared, wielding a glittering silver cross sword that looked to have been recently borrowed from Gortani.

Her swordplay was by the book, and the opening stance of the Rhine broadsword was passable, carrying a semblance of a valiant female warrior’s majesty. Meanwhile, the terrified Harifa Abdullah sat trembling on the ground like a sieve.

"What else would I do? I want to kill him!" Princess Nancy glared at the caliph with gritted teeth, her fury flooding her green eyes as she quickly shifted her gaze to Liu Shock.

"Don’t rush, Your Highness. Killing someone is actually the worst way to take revenge!" Liu Shock soothed the princess with tender words, understanding why the Liger Princess had such a fiery rage after being held captive in Mulan for nearly half a year; one had to only guess at what treatment His Highness had endured.

"Do you intend to stop me?" Princess Nancy looked incredulously at this Shaman of Divine Songs, seemingly unable to believe a Shaman of the Divine Song would dare interfere with a princess’s revenge.

Princess Nancy had just learned in her brief conversation with the Swan High Priest that her three brothers had perished on their mission to rescue her. The Liger Princess’s pent-up volcanic fury erupted, and now, anyone who stood in the way of her vengeance would have to withstand the fiery wrath of Rhine blood.

"Remove her!" Liu Shock, growing impatient, waved his hand; two robust-looking kings of the Hill immediately pounced, seizing the princess’s sword and twisting her arm, effortlessly escorting her toward the western military camp.

Princess Nancy’s pained cries and swearing immediately reverberated through the entire city, her words so vile and so bitter, they were indescribable.

"Obischillaci!" It was the first time in his life that Liu Shock had been cursed at by name, and by a woman at that; it was quite maddening.

"Damn it!" Gude watched the princess’s retreat, cursing bitterly after her.

"This princess really knows how to be fierce! Could this be the ’Roar of the Lioness from the East’?" Master Aymar laughed heartily in the distance.

Liu Zhenhan snorted with laughter, his gaze lightly drifting towards Caliph Harifa Abdullah, who was slumped on the ground.

Dressed in an opulent, swollen white robe, His Highness, the Caliph of Kalimantan, was corpulent. His face was veiled with white silk, revealing only bloodshot eyes that shimmered with fear, shame, and defiance.

Liu Zhenhan patted His Highness Abdullah’s shoulder affably and casually tore off the white silk veil covering his face.

The Caliph had the classic Mulan-styled mutton chop beard and a potbelly face; with his flat toad’s mouth, his plump face was moist, clearly well-maintained. Liu Zhenhan was amazed to see that, although this old man was well over fifty, his cheeks were still covered with lumpy, bright red pimples.

"Oh my God! These pimples must surely be the miracles of Goddess Moni!" Liu Zhenhan mockingly praised the goddess who he had poetically inscribed earlier.

The Caliph of Kalimantan gawked at the peculiar Beamon before him, the terrifying necklace of skull bones around his neck sending shivers down the prince’s spine.

"This Mulan treasure is quite interesting; his main meal every day is actually human milk! The royal kitchens in the palace keep four or five wet nurses; no wonder he has pimples!" Gude laughed out loud, "I’ve only heard of people drinking milk until the age of eighteen, but this lad is even more incredible, living old, drinking old!"

"We’ll take his wet nurses for Katusha to drink from," Liu Zhenhan said as he took out three cigars and clamped them in his mouth. Guoguo hopped three feet high, pulling out a Phosphorus Stick from her pocket pouch, and with a scratch on the Mulan prince’s pimples, a hissing of phosphorus and a cry of agony filled the air as Liu Zhenhan, holding Guoguo, lit his cigar, filling the air with the pungent odor of pop-pus.

Exhaling a cloud of thick smoke with a "puff," Liu Zhenhan passed a cigar to Gude’s mouth and kept one for himself, Guoguo holding another one, collectively scrutinizing the Mulan prince.

"How shall we deal with this lad? Mercury scalping? Or drawn and quartered by five bulls?" Fat Luo sneaked over with a mischievous glint in his eyes, deftly snatching the thick cigar from Gude’s mouth and taking a satisfying drag.

Upon hearing these words, His Highness, the Mulan prince, began to shiver uncontrollably as if stricken with ague.

"You seem startled." Liu Zhenhan, with a cigar between his teeth, grinned broadly, trying to make his expression as friendly and kind as possible.

"Name your price, Beamon!" Caliph Harifa Abdullah forced a composed expression, his glance shifting as he watched Liu Zhenhan, "My son can redeem me with treasures of equal value to myself!"

"We’ll discuss that later. You can spend the next few days slowly enjoying everything that happens in Kalimantan," Liu Zhenhan said, politely performing a forehead salutation.

"Exchange him for a ransom? Or for a Phantom Beast?" Fat Luo asked in Beamon language.

"Have you lost your mind? Swap for what? On the last day, I’m going to have him fly a kite at the east gate!" Liu Zhenhan said with a sly smile, flashing a grin at the Mulan prince.

"By the way, General Pan, how’s the loot from the palace?" Liu Zhenhan suddenly remembered the serious business at hand.