It has never been Liu Zhancheng's character to be a headstrong person. Now that the opportunity has come, Liu Zhenshaan made a generous statement to His Majesty the King and the Pope, saying that he was not feeling well and had to take the first step.
Both His Majesty the Pope and His Majesty the King smiled understandingly. They mistakenly thought that the Divine Comedy Shaman Richard felt embarrassed after being ignored by everyone, so he wanted to leave the meeting early.
"Today is the dinner before farewell. After tonight, it will be some time before I can see you again." His Majesty Greg Sal nodded slightly to the Divine Comedy Shaman: "Expedition to the Taklamago Desert
The rescue of the princess from the human desert robbers in the desert is inseparable from your great assistance, His Majesty Richard! After returning, there are still four main temples that need your support to support the halo of the Divine Comedy! Go back and rest early, I know you have been physically and mentally tired recently.
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"Actually, both the temple and your majesty, we all have high expectations for you, Your Majesty Richard." His Majesty the Pope raised the wine glass in his hand to Liu Zhencheng with a bright smile on his face.
"Thank you for your majesty and your love. I will do my best to complete the tasks entrusted to me by the kingdom and the temple, and shoulder the sacred responsibility of the chief shaman." Liu Zhencheng looked at the hypocritical pope and grinned like a gun.
He spoke a bunch of sterile gobbledygook.
"Richard, before I say goodbye, I have a few words of advice for you! I won't allow you to personally take risks, I won't allow you to go deep alone, and I won't allow you to be overly obsessed with fighting." His Majesty the King said three no-nos to Liu Zhencheng in a row.
, "The kingdom does not need and will never rely on a priest to fight through the thorns on the battlefield! What the priest needs to do is to bless the battle songs of the Behemoth warriors, that's all! I have studied all your battle cases, and what I want to say is,
It's best not to let me hear any more news about you stepping on your demon pet to fight hand-to-hand with enemy warriors. The priest should stand at a safe distance, and fighting is the responsibility of the demon pet and his followers... I can't imagine what it would be like if you
If something goes wrong, it will mean a huge loss to the entire kingdom!"
"I will keep your teachings in mind." Liu shook his head and nodded. His Majesty the King's words at least contained a trace of visible sincerity. This kind of truth moved Old Liu very much.
"Although there will inevitably be casualties in war, I hope that all the members of the sacrificial corps who attended the banquet today can still stand here one by one at the celebration banquet after returning." His Majesty the King stood up and patted Liu heavily.
Shocked shoulders: "Complete this task for me!"
"The enemy this time is not too strong. The task His Majesty has given His Majesty Richard should not be difficult to achieve." Brat said with a chuckle.
"I can't guarantee this! After all, I only have jurisdiction over five priests in total." Liu Zhenzhen has passed the age of shouting slogans when his blood is hot, so he doesn't accept the Pope's flattery: "But I can tell Your Majesty
He Nixia promises one thing - I will not let any of the priests who follow me lose a hair!"
Crazy enough. The Pope snorted and nodded with a smile to show his appreciation.
"I'm relieved with your words!" His Majesty the King waved his hand, asked the waiter to bring two glasses of wine, and handed a tall crystal glass filled with bright red wine juice to Liu Zhenhan with a "ding" sound.
Clinking glasses: "Richard, we drank this glass of wine as a farewell party!"
Liu Zhanchen drained the wine liquid in the glass in one gulp, wiped the residual liquid from the corners of his mouth, bowed his head respectfully to His Majesty the King and the Pope, and quietly left.
While whispering to each other about the sacrifices, the nobles glanced at the shaman of the Divine Comedy who was hurried away from the corners of their eyes, talking in low voices.
"Your Majesty, how do you evaluate this Divine Comedy Shaman? I mean your sincere evaluation." His Majesty Greg Sal looked at the vigorous back of the Divine Comedy Shaman, turned his body, and put his head to His Majesty's ear.
Bian, suddenly asked a question without thinking.
"He is like a murderous weapon. It is sharp enough, but if you are not careful, you can hurt others and yourself..." The Pope thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "...I am most worried about it.
With his unruly character, you and I both know that he is not a Pidgeon at all, but now we dare not deny it at all! With his current title of Divine Comedy Shaman, if he is really planted by humans
If you work carefully, the consequences..."
"Hahaha..." King Beamon let out a burst of hearty laughter. This burst of wild and uninhibited laughter stunned the nobles who were chatting happily in the distance.
The red-dressed high priest Bulat was even a little confused. He didn't understand what was so funny about his words.
"Your Majesty, you are too considerate..." His Majesty Grek Thrall gently tapped the palm of his hand with the golden thorn scepter, and looked at the red high priest: "...I have a slightly different view from you. I
I admit that your evaluation of this Divine Comedy Shaman is very fair, but I don’t agree with the part you didn’t finish.”
The red-clothed high priest Brat raised his eyebrows but did not comment.
"The unknowability of the future is the driving force for our progress." His Majesty the King raised a middle finger and shook it slightly: "Your Majesty, there is a significant difference between you and me. You like to make things worst.
I like to look at things from the best place. In fact, there is no need to think too highly of this divine shaman. With his political IQ, how can he do such meticulous work? Which human country would train such a person?
A crappy work? Taking a step back, even if the future is as you guessed, what is the use of worrying now? If worrying is useful, we Behemoth will not be driven from Karimdo to Danube.
It’s a big wasteland.”
The Pope was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Whether this is the case or not, in order to prevent it from happening, we should take necessary measures to nip this dangerous possibility in the cradle..."
"But the question is, can we afford the gamble?" His Majesty the King interrupted the Pope with a wry smile: "I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. This barbaric and bloody approach is as inferior as Richard's political EQ!
Every time I look through the historical archives in my inventory, I sigh for the sacrifice of the myth of Platini three hundred years ago. Behemoth has lost a myth of sacrifice to Platini for no reason. I don’t want to lose another myth of sacrifice in my hands.
! In fact, this time I join forces with you to completely isolate him politically, which is the most powerful preventive measure. Although we Behemoth civilians are not well-off, we are not at the stage of exposing the truth, right? In the absence of a lack of
Given the political conditions and external incentives, what else do you need to worry about?”
"Don't think about it anymore, my lord." His Majesty Grek Sal smiled freely: "The sea never worries about being submerged by streams."
When the Pope heard this, his facial muscles twitched, and he forced out a tight smile: "Maybe, I may be a little too worried."
His Majesty the King smiled and clinked glasses with the red high priest.
Liu Zhenshao sneezed seven times in a row while he was on his way, spraying the faces of the beauties across from him with spittle.
"Holy crap! I must have caught a cold. I was so crazy last night that I forgot to cover myself with the quilt." Liu Zhenzhen smiled ambiguously, wiped his nose, and closed the curtains of the carriage with a huff.
This luxurious carriage, ridden by two eight-legged giant horses, is Lord Feilengcui's special carriage. It adheres to Beamon's consistent huge style and is made of the best teak. It took two days to paint the body.
Pounds of gold, this was customized at the repeated request of Mr. Jabbar, the butler. There are three in total, which are very suitable for the lord to use to show off. This is indeed the case. The three gold-painted carriages are walking in a row.
In Shabak City, all the passers-by looked at him sideways.
"Bah!" The boss ladies were so embarrassed by his words that their pretty faces turned red.
"That's right!" Liu Zhanzhen became more and more enthusiastic: "Last night was indeed..."
"Okay, Richard!" Ningyu interrupted him with anger and joy. She grabbed the handle of the carriage and moved to Liu Zhanzhen's side. She took out her handkerchief and carefully wiped the snot on Liu Zhenzhen's nose, speaking softly.
He asked angrily: "Let me ask you, are you sure about this plan?"
Just now, Richard had finished explaining the so-called secret plan with great joy along the way. It was not just a series of sneezes, but he still wanted to brag about it. Ningyu finally understood the reason why he had been so mysterious these past few days.
Liu Zhenshao's plan seemed a bit absurd. He actually wanted to use the two "Transformation Tuodu" coins taken out of the heads of the Second Young Master and the Third Young Master to transform into Mourinho's appearance, and then go and kill Medusa.
The witch doctor deceived him and helped the little parrot and Yijiao detoxify. Not only was this plan extremely bold, it also required an indispensable external condition: Mourinho must not be present.
This is not the only time Lord Feilengcui has behaved absurdly. In order to completely annihilate the mercenaries, he once turned his whole body to stone, pretended to be a stone statue in the ancient wilderness, and then suddenly killed him, so everyone is not surprised this time.
Weird.
Regarding this plan, the other boss ladies did not express their opinions and remained silent for the time being. It is not known whether they were frightened by the official's words or whether they were considering the possibility of success of this plan.
"I feel very confident!" Liu Zhenhan sniffed hard and said excitedly: "I was originally prepared to rob people by open fire, but now that Mourinho is gone, it's best not to rob them, because
If there is a fight over someone's robbery, a fight will definitely begin, and it will be difficult for Helen to be a good person if she is caught in the middle."
"What's wrong with me? Tutor Cui Bexi knows how to help Tutor Mourinho, and I naturally know who I should help." Helen's beautiful big eyes flashed, and she gave Liu a very charming autumn spinach.
Shocked: "There is no such thing as being caught in the middle or not. You have already returned your flesh and blood to my husband, the second young master, and the third young master. Those two swords stabbed me in the heart. It is too shameful for me to continue to waver!"
"I love hearing that!" Liu Zhensha laughed loudly.
"I don't think it's a bit risky. You also know that once these two 'Transformation Tuodu' are worn close to the body, they will immediately block all elemental power. What if you are in danger?" Ningyu asked: "
Then you will be just an ordinary Smile!"
"In Sabak City, who dares to attack Mourinho? What's the danger? I'm not afraid of the real danger. I'll tear off at most two pills and I'll look hot!" Liu Zhencheng pinched his chin and frowned.
Eyebrows said: "But the consequences of that..."
"If that happens, all of your noble titles will be removed, and you will be sentenced to life imprisonment instead of hanging for the title of Divine Comedy Shaman at most." Helen said.
"But if we don't do this, we have fire fighting batons to rob people, and people will die if we don't do it!" Liu Zhenshao shook his head: "We are all Behemoths, and it's just a fight. It's really boring to fight to the death.
Already."
"It's not impossible to do this." Daisy, who had been silent all this time, smiled lightly: "I used to dress like a man and studied in major colleges in the human world, and I never made any mistakes."
"Oh? Daisy, you can also transform? How come I've never heard you talk about it before?" Liu Zhenzhen shrugged his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"Nonsense! I didn't tell you when we first met at Razor Mountain!" Daisy rolled her eyes at Lao Liu: "Don't you remember? I once told you that I was in San Francisco.
I studied religion in the seminary, philosophy in the Vante Empire, and combat command at the Knight Academy in the Principality of Neuville! At that time, I changed my appearance and entered in the shape of a fairy dragon. Can I still come out?
?This little skill of changing one's appearance is not a big deal. I am not transforming. No one else knows the transformation magic except the druid. I just use the 'Entertainer's Mask'."
"What is an 'artist mask'?" Liu Zhenzhen looked invincible.
"The fairy dragons and colorful dragons in our Dragon City are walking in the world. In order not to shock the world, we have to make ourselves a little ordinary, right? The 'Artist's Mask' is a magical prop special to the elves. Almost everyone in Dragon City has one of these.
After the mask is attached to your face, you can change your appearance to another appearance. Of course, your body shape will not change." Daisy spread her hands and made an exaggerated expression of "Oh my god, you don't know".
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Liu Zhanchen curled his lips and thought, it turned out to be a magic prop, damn! If this thing had been available in the army at that time, the subjects of disguise and makeup infiltration would have been much easier.
"That's not right! Don't you dragons never use magic props and equipment?" Helen covered her mouth and watched Daisy snickering.
"I brought out a total of two props from Dragon City, a piece of silkworm soft armor and an artist's mask. They are not amplification or attack equipment. What can't be used? Besides, without the help of the colorful dragon, this would not be possible.
With these two props, I am walking alone in the world. If I am not careful, wouldn’t it be that I have fulfilled the reputation of a certain dragon-slaying hero? Look, now I don’t use them anymore!” Daisy curled her lips in disdain.
"Tsk tsk... I can't tell. It turns out that the two dragon cities still have some collectibles. Let me just say, no matter how you say it!" Liu Zhanzhan raised his wrist and looked at the time on the "Twelve Time Wrist Wheel".
"Remember to remind me at noon tomorrow that I will send a flame message to my father-in-law and ask him to equip those dragons with some magic equipment and then let them come to Feilengcui!"
"You actually want the Dragon Clan to pay for it?" Ruorna laughed so hard: "Dragon God! Richard, aren't you seeking the skin of a tiger? Is this possible? We Dragon Clan usually can't even tell those closest to us about our family background.
People, let alone give it to you! Not to mention that Dragon City doesn’t have any decent magic equipment, even if it does, it’s impossible to give it to you!”
"That's true." Liu Zhanchen nodded, feeling frustrated. Not long ago, he and Elder Andulan asked for the collection, but the old man came and asked questions, which made it clear that the stingy temper of the Dragon Clan was at play.
"Li Cha, let's go back to the topic first. I still have one biggest doubt that I haven't figured out yet." Ningyu frowned and asked, "I heard Elder Andulan said that the physical constitution of the second and third young masters is different."
The three-habitation transformation ability you have is limited to three forms. Once it is fixed, it cannot be tampered with. Now that the terrestrial state has been fixed as a tree herder, there are still air-dwelling and aquatic forms left. What do you use to transform?
Become Mourinho?"
"Idiot! Mourinho belongs to the Bode tribe among the Behemoths, right?" Liu Zhanzhen smiled crookedly: "Does the bird tribe Behemoth live in the air or on land?"
"But the Smai people can't fly at all! Is this considered empty habitat?" Ningyu blinked her big eyes.
"I've tried it a long time ago, and it's no problem to transform into Mourinho." Liu Zhensha laughed and said: "I've even prepared clothes these days! What's funniest to me is that the tailor shop actually has
It’s not strange at all to customize sacrificial robes. They even provide finished products. It seems that I’m not the only one who is ready to transform... I really don’t understand, who customized those sacrificial robes?”
"What's weird about this! Human dandies also like to customize the armor of the Paladin and then show it off in the market." Daisy laughed and said: "Who among the common people can afford it? These aristocratic children, even if they are walking around in sacrificial robes, they are still
Who dares to accuse them of failing? Your sacrificial robes are not the emperor's crown!"
"Damn!" Liu Zhencheng shook his head: "These little brats really have nothing to do!"
"Wait a minute, I'm still a little dizzy. How come the Smai people are in the air-dwelling form? Could it be that in ancient times, before they were given the 'Song of the Forbidden Sky' by the God of War Campas, they once had the ability to fly?" Ning Ning
Jade shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I think the Simai Swan people should be considered the official land-dwelling form no matter what."
"Who knows." Liu Zhenzhen said with a sly smile: "Maybe Simai is destined to be a 'Birdman'!"
"What's the use of saying a thousand words and ten thousand! Since Richard has prepared everything, what are you waiting for?" Daisy squeezed her pink fist and made a clicking sound: "Let's do it!"
Liu Zhanchen lit up a cigar, took a long puff of smoke, and tilted his head at the other boss ladies.
Ningyu bit her lip and thought about it for a while, then nodded.
"But...but...what will we do if Mr. Mourinho finds out in the future? This matter cannot be guaranteed. We must find out sooner or later!" Helen asked timidly.
"The so-called things have changed, what can he do without evidence?" Ruorna sneered, fanned the cigar in front of her, and said delicately: "Don't worry, Richard, I support you! You must show him this!"
"That's it!" Liu Zhanzhan exhaled a thick puff of cigar smoke, tightened his fingers tightly, and hot sparks and tobacco shreds were scattered in the gaps between his fingers: "I want to talk to him again! Let's see what he is.
It’s not that he colluded with the Sea Clan, or that he was the mastermind behind the betrayal of Avril!”