1247: Chapter 343: The Dragon Plays in Shallow Waters 1247: Chapter 343: The Dragon Plays in Shallow Waters “By the way, I’ll let you in on a little secret, my beekeepers are female Buddha Giants and Mudfoot Giants,” Roml pointed to his head.
“Haven’t you noticed that only male Giants are imprisoned in this underground prison?
When I took you to the apiary, I even pointed out that row of huge vine houses to you!
These giant won work with utmost dedication!”
“To trade a little girl wife for a Saint Chiao!” Liu Zhanghan looked up to the sky and sighed, cursing under his breath.
“Saint Chiao!
Damn it!” Roml exclaid dramatically, “Look!
I had guessed that you were a Mage of Saint Chiao!
I’ve always been puzzled as to how soone could use Elental Power in the Magnetic Forbidden Area!
That day, the song you sang to soothe the departed souls spooked our Mulan Imam!
I’m a bit curious, why didn’t you use magic that day?”
“Idiot!
If I was capable of casting magic, it wouldn’t be your turn to stand here arrogantly!” Liu Zhanghan was furious.
“What is luck!
Look, the war god Kampas isn’t by your side to help you this ti!” Roml smiled contentedly, “But the light of Goddess Moni is shining on my side!
Respected Master of Saint Chiao, you must be a Magic Apprentice now, aren’t you?
No wonder there’s still Elental Fluctuation.
Oh my Goddess Moni, Richard, you actually are Saint Chiao!
Haha…”
Liu Zhanghan glared fiercely at Roml.
“I’ve got a saying for you, the gates of the Flying Cal Army are always open for you.
If you ever want to join , you’ll be just as welco!” Roml’s eyes suddenly showed sincerity, “Your arrival has made feel a twinge of sympathy for the Beamons.
It turns out that not all in the Beamon nobility are trash.
I sincerely hope to fight alongside you!”
“I’ll keep that saying for you too,” Liu Zhanghan smiled, a chill wind subtly brushed his thick chest hair in the cell, giving our Shaman of Divine Songs a sowhat wild and regal aura.
“Given your current Elental Power, it’s going to be quite hard to escape the radius of the Phantom Beast Knights.
This might be your last chance,” Roml said earnestly, “I really do admire your frank and vengeful nature, because I’ve always wanted to be soone like that.”
“Keep talking, and you’re not only insulting my character but also insulting my intelligence!” Liu Zhanghan turned his head away impatiently, refusing to look at this Fawkes half-breed any longer.
“To send a strong man down an unfamiliar path is a reluctant part of life, but also an honor,” Roml chuckled and rose to his feet, “Please allow to say goodbye to you.”
“It’s the sa old saying!” Liu Zhanghan spoke, “Roml, this is my final piece of advice to you, no one on the Aegean Continent dares to slight a Beamon Shaman!”
Roml’s footsteps faltered.
“Even if I were the last shaman on the earth, I would turn this place into a sea of revenge flas!” Liu Zhanghan said each word with emphasis, “You’d better rember what I said!”
“I haven’t slighted you.
You’ll be locked up here until Caliph deigns to et you in two days.
If you’ve got great ability, feel free to use it,” Roml said with a smile as he turned back, “And by the way, Caliph honored with a summon yesterday.
Tomorrow, I’m leading the army to conquer Maerhan.
Hey!
Thanks to you Beamons, the Imperial Guard is finished, and it’s up to to take charge!
Look!
I’m about to leave this place of strife.
Whatever bloodbath occurs in the royal tents has nothing to do with now!”
“If you dare, then don’t go!” Liu Zhanghan roared.
“Ha-ha, I have already notified my esteed ntor, Master Manali, at the Goddess Moni Temple.
On the night the royal tent is stained with blood, he will escort you out of the city for the entire journey.
I can assure you, even if your Elental Power were not lost, my ntor is ten tis more formidable than you!” Roml sneered.
“As for you, it’s best you don’t entertain any delusions of resisting to the end.
My Mainz Archers are all on standby; I do not wish to see you end up like a wasp’s nest.
Without my intervention, I’m genuinely worried such an incident could happen.”
“Not a single rogue Mage can run wild in front of our Mainz Archers, my Lord.
I swear upon the honor of my entire tribe!” A Desert Elf with a black belt tied around his waist bowed, the sharpness in his eyes unrestrained as he glared at the Beamon Shaman shackled to the stone wall.
“Such a formidable extre path warrior, to have beco a cripple at my hands!
What a pity, if not for the venomous curse within his soul, I might not have been able to resist slaying him.” Roml let out a long sigh, his gaze resting on the sandalwood box on the ground, which contained a millennial magic yam beauty, turtle shells, Turtle Beads, a skull necklace, and singing garnts.
He kicked them with his foot, bent down to pick up the “Drunk Turtle” Magic Crystal, examined it against the light, and stuffed it into his sleeve.
“Store these items in the arsenal.
Master Zandi went out to take care of so business and might return after ten days.
Once he cos back ho, inform him to co and collect this millennial magic yam beauty!” Roml sighed.
“Such a sha about this porcupine skin robe, an artifact that enhances magic.
Sadly, it must be left for this stubborn Shaman.”
“My Lord, if you like it, we have ways to keep the robe,” a voice said.
Roml gave a faint smile, his agile figure striding past as a row of neatly bowed shadows on the stone wall paid their respects.
Once the commander left the dungeon’s main gate, several Arsenic Giants dragged wooden boxes and old Liu’s belongings toward the other end of the cell, where the spiral staircase leading to the second level of the dungeon lay.
Liu’s eyes were shockingly bright.
A Mainz Archer invited Ji Sikaibi into a cage that held a cat woman and a fox woman; the giant loli cooperated well, closing her eyes—yet she could navigate the roads more easily than any sighted person.
The little parrot was left unattended, standing lonely on Liu’s shoulder.
The officers of the Flying Cal Army glided by Liu, their gaze bearing the pride of victors, eyeing him as if he were a cal awaiting slaughter, filled with spoilt sympathy and cheap pity.
Guoguo, hung up on the guillotine like a rice dumpling, suddenly flashed a venomous light in her small mung bean eyes, watching these Flying Cal officers leave.
In the misty night of the Donau Wasteland, at the summit of the Red Earth Highland, a handso face marked with small traces of leprosy glittered under the starlight.
The night wind whistled fiercely, and in his hand, Beamon held a blade as sharp as snow, his eyes fierce and piercing, looking up at the northwest sky that was about to be stained with blood.
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Leave of absence: Tomorrow my aunt is having a housewarming as the house is now finished, and I’m going there to feast.
I propose that I take a day off!
I hope my brothers and sisters will approve!
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