Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1313 - 366: The First Sham Army Under the Starry Sky_2

He had already made the harshest plan—returning to the Ink Crystal Canyon and the Dark Elves’ nest! Even though the underground gypsum caves were notoriously complex and mysterious, he didn’t mind risking it again; he had to get another batch of "Life Spring"!

Even if the Demon Clan army was brutal, Liu Zhenhan was going to use the Double-powder Gourd to smash them until they could no longer play!

In the dead of night, His Majesty the King, Mourinho, and the military leaders along with three Golden Robe high priests were currently discussing the distribution of the spoils in the City Lord’s Mansion.

Originally, Liu Zhenhan should have attended this meeting, as he was the instigator of the Kalimantan City Gold Rush Festival and was considered top grade meat in the kingdom; no one dared neglect him.

However, a remark from His Majesty made the Shaman of Divine Songs abandon the idea of attending the meeting, instead running off to enjoy the night scenery outside Red Earth Square.

"The spoils shall first be chosen by Richard, and then the rest will be divided among us all." At that time, King Sal, who was seated in front of the oval conference table, swept his flawless royal gaze across each of the attendees, "I clearly understand that the commanders of the Four City Legions have already retained quite a bit of wealth for their own troops, and each of the Beamon warriors who participated in the plunder of Kalimantan City has also hidden some private loot—it’s only human, no hard feelings! But what I want to say is, apart from gold and silver, all other items including high-quality weapons and magic artifacts, should be gathered after the plunder and supplied primarily to the Elves! Remember! This is my command!"

Since His Majesty had said so, it would be unwise to offend the Shaman of Divine Songs further.

The others could only grumble silently in their hearts.

This city-sacking relied on ordinary Beamon warriors, after all, even the elite troops of the Summer Palace couldn’t prevail everywhere.

All those present were seasoned Beamon officials from the military and political arenas. Everyone understood that the ruthless Richard had indeed had his fill first from the spoils, centralizing all loot in the Elves’ domain without leaving others even a glance. His infamous ruthlessness was well known; even a fool would know what he would do!

As His Majesty had said, every legion responsible for the plunder of the four cities had kept plenty of top-grade goods for themselves—nobody was a fool! However, the King’s decree clearly meant scooping both the bones and broth from the pot, then feeding it to the Shaman in full course.

It was so unfair! The high priests were somewhat okay, but the generals with military background showed faces filled with anger yet dared not to speak.

Watching the Shaman of Divine Songs turn and leave, Princess Nancy affectionately clung to her father’s arm, pouting her plump red lips in jealousy, "Everyone knows he’s already embezzled everything on the list of spoils! Such pretentious pleasantries!"Father! Why are you so nice to this Shaman of Divine Songs? It really doesn’t conform with the law!"

His Majesty wrapped an arm around her, smiling without a word.

"Your Highness..." The Swan High Priest gave a faint smile, taking over the Princess’s complaint, "If that’s what you think, then you are terribly mistaken! Precisely because King Sal said this, Richard will no longer reach out."

Princess Nancy and the generals were puzzled, while the three high priests seemed to have understood.

King Sal and Mourinho exchanged a knowing smile.

This little interlude remained unknown to the person in question, as our Shaman of Divine Songs was leisurely enjoying evening tea with his subordinates on the Red Earth Square.

A whole group lay on broad bamboo chairs looking at the sky, cup after cup of exquisite tea from the plundered cities bloomed wildly in precious glass cups, and occasionally plump partridges flew low across the sky, landing into distant shrubs while gently murmuring.

Liu Zhenhan joked contentedly with his wives, a small parrot guarding a shiny large gourd glared, containing a chirping cricket inside.

Guoguo and Little Piggy, with their rosy bare butts, lay on a table cushioned with a snow-white towel, while a few pretty maids "clattered" as they massaged them, and two Rabbit Beauties peeled sweet pomegranates and stuffed them into their little mouths.

The two little creatures utterly enjoyed themselves, eyes flickering intensely.

Not far away, on the ground was a clean area pieced together with simple mats, where thirty-eight huge Giant men lay one by one, a large group of Hedgehog people from the Rainbow Tribe helped tattoo the Giants.

About ten hedgehogs were responsible for one, some sketching and coloring, others using heavy needles for engraving, under the bright lights, large patterns gradually became clear on the burly and well-developed muscles.

Ji Sikaibi also got a tattoo, half-naked with her snowy gorgeous back showing; from her back to her shoulders would be tattooed with a giant python with its fangs bared and eyes glaring—this little girl was very obedient, doing whatever Liu Zhenhan said, obedient to the extent that Liu found himself without a way to deal with her.

Mud-foot Giants squatted nearby, each leisurely chewing on a stalk of grass, tilting their heads to watch the work of the Hedgehog people, occasionally pretending to be experts and commenting, "Hmm... that needle is too shallow, hmm... that needle is too light..." each acting more Tang White Tiger than Tang White Tiger himself, causing the Hedgehog people to occasionally shout angrily, "You’re blocking the light! Big lumps!"