887: Chapter 203 Life_2 887: Chapter 203 Life_2 “So, the guard who watches over my gates, does he also have a title of clergy?” Richard had drained the rich red wine in one gulp, its faint bloody taste giving him a pleasant sensation; it was the true taste of wildness suited for the Beamon with warrior blood flowing in their veins.
“The guards in charge of guarding your sleeping quarters certainly carry titles of clergy as well,” Brut might have known that this priest was sowhat ignorant, so he explained in great detail: “The guards who protect the sleeping quarters for the Shaman of Divine Songs have always been the fiercest Gecko Beasts from our Taige Clan.
A single Gecko Beast’s physique could even rival that of a Kuin Giant Crocodile, and with their ability to scale walls effortlessly, having them cling around your walls absolutely ensures safety.
That is precisely why geckos are always called ‘house guardians.’ In fact, your butler will be bestowed the title of ‘Palace Minister,’ and your chief financial officer will be bestowed the title of ‘Royal Academy,’ all these are clergy positions and are part of your entourage of sacred officials.”
“Then, should the director who oversees the toilets be titled ‘Imperial Censor’?” Richard asked rather idly.
“Imperial,,,,, Imperial Censor?” The eyes of the Great Shaman almost bulged out, he took a deep breath, lifted his head and inhaled deeply; had he not controlled himself, Brut would have certainly lost all his solemn deanor due to laughter.
Shaman Wei An of Qi Dan and the White Tiger priest Bog Camp promptly stood up and rushed out of the hall; their hurried footsteps were still echoing when a burst of uncontrollable laughter erupted in the empty corridor outside.
The Great Shaman really had nothing good to say about this Shaman of Divine Songs, such a quirky Beamon priest was indeed one of a kind, just like the Shaman of Divine Songs.
Since Helen was still attending a banquet in the palace, and Richard also harbored this concern in his heart, he continued to chat idly for a while.
After a while, the Shaman of Divine Songs politely bid farewell to the three high-ranking temple officials.
Frankly, the three high-ranking officials were indeed a bit tired of this vulgar priest, spending one more second with these nobles was extrely vexing for them.
Greedy and lascivious, so people prefer to keep it to themselves, so like to talk about it openly.
Those who keep it to themselves aren’t necessarily better than those who speak openly, perhaps they are even greedier.
However, many of those who keep their desires hidden still like to assu a superior, morally high stance, despising those who openly show their bad habits.
Overall, the Great Shaman was rather satisfied with this enforcer; the secret report submitted by Shaman Wei An of Qi Dan was almost entirely negative about him, but it was precisely this type of greedy creature full of endless desires that made the best attack dog.
After the Shaman of Divine Songs left, the three high-ranking temple officials changed back into their banquet attire and expressed their strong opinions about Richard.
They really did not understand how such a simpleton had such good luck to beco a dragon priest, while they, with noble blood and talented gifts, sohow just didn’t have that luck?
“It really is a hundred kinds of incomprehensible,” Brut couldn’t help but lant the mysterious twists of life.
Regarding the departure of the two Fairy Dragon pets and the Fire Crane magical pet to the far Eastern Silk Continent, Brut felt it quite a pity since this cooperation with the military exactly required powerful forces as deterrence for the temple!
“It’s sowhat regrettable, but this Richard is rather impulsive, he should be able to accomplish the mission,” Shaman Wei An of Qi Dan was quite confident about Piegel: “What we need is soone who is fierce in attack; he has already offended quite a few people, anyway.”
The three high-ranking temple officials laughed together, continued to drink and dine.
Now that it was just them, there was no need to stick to just bread and water.
In fact, the temple’s high officials hadn’t really eaten enough during the earlier al.
The taste of mackerel, they were as curious about it as Garfield.
Richard did not know how the temple’s three high officials were judging him; to him, these opinions didn’t really matter.
The stifling atmosphere in the temple left him sowhat weary, but the most crucial was that he had not eaten enough.
The temple had originally arranged a carriage to send His Excellency back to War God Plaza, but Richard had declined.
He and Guoguo, carrying their two Blood Infant sons, walked back to War God Plaza without any concealnt, their sleeves flapping.
Every Beamon who saw him was first startled, then rubbed their eyes and hurriedly bowed to pay their respects.
Liu Zhenhan really enjoyed this kind of attention.
By now, War God Plaza was ablaze with bright lights.
Because the priests and followers attending the sacrificial festival were so nurous and those from remote areas, such as the Beamon priests and followers, couldn’t book an inn, they brought along their animal skin tents, setting up one by one across the plaza.
Large bonfires were also lit, compensating for the dim streetlight.
Perhaps knowing that the priests were wealthy Beamons with noble titles and estates, the small vendors of Sabak City also shuttled back and forth across the plaza, peddling their goods.
Perforrs from various folk arts gathered there as well, showing off their unique skills.
As expected of the royal city, its prosperity was unmatched.
Among these performances, agile Cat-people from the Garfield Clan perford acrobatics through fiery hoops, and rabbit-headed people from the Puleiberai Clan showed off their tap dancing—truly embodying the phrase “The swift movents of a manly rabbit.” Though not a high art, the rabbit-headed people’s tap dance carried a unique Beamon charm.
Fighters from the Saint Kailu Clan displayed their Kangaroo boxing, setting up rings with ropes, and each punch earned a great deal of applause.
Liu Zhenhan was surprised to see that in the central area of the distant plaza, near the fountain, the Feilengcui rchant group had set up their stall again.
It seed that even the prince smashing half of their belongings hadn’t dampened the Feilengcui Beamon’s comrcial enthusiasm; instead, they were selling more vigorously.
The Feilengcui stall appeared to be the most successful there, surrounded by layers of people.
Steaming at dumplings and ostrich salted eggs boiled in a pot, combined with the aromas of ice cream, barbecued at, fire pit sweet potatoes, bamboo millet cakes, and Golden Tangerine Honey Water, blended with the smoke and sweat in the air, creating a vibrant scene reminiscent of a lively ukiyo-e painting.
Liu Zhenhan burst into laughter when he saw that at the Kunke Clan’s skunk people’s stall, led by Chief Jaza, they were frying stinky tofu.
Their stall didn’t even have a single custor, let alone a ghost’s shadow around it.
Whether it was because these black and white striped Beamon loved to fart too much or because the stinky tofu made with sweet potato juice and Underground Chalk Water was too slly, nobody ventured within fifteen yards of them.
“Mr.
Sea Ditch Rainbow, would you like to buy a flower?” asked a lively-looking elven lady who approached Liu Zhenhan, who was looking around.
She carried a bamboo basket on her arm, filled with the fragrant and pleasant petals of the Thousand-leaf Nymphaea.
Whether intentionally or due to the backlighting, this elven lady did not recognize that the Beamon in front of her was actually her boss, mistakenly thinking he was a Hedgehog Beamon instead.
Guoguo and his two Blood Infant sons whistled together.
Liu Zhenhan struck a pose of a love god, gracefully picking a pure white petal, and placed it in the elven beauty’s hair.
The little elven girl shyly ran away.
“She’s trying to seduce daddy,” Liu Zhenhan shalessly said to his two Blood Infant sons.
“I’m going to tell Mom Helen,” the second son said.
“You little unfilial creature!” Liu Zhenhan exclaid in shock.
“One mackerel each,” the third son said.
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