70: Chapter 3 Hidden Traps_1 70: Chapter 3 Hidden Traps_1 The Sea Clan was like a horrifying nightmare that prevented anyone from settling their hearts at peace.
Although Liu Zhenhan claimed he was going to sleep, his heart, in reality, swung up and down nervously.
Helen had fallen asleep, and he had lost his only confidante.
Deep down, Liu Zhenhan also felt that he had gone too far.
Although Ferguson Xu put on a righteous facade, he was in fact quite weak and cowardly.
His cowardly retreat and willingness to trade the lives of two strangers for his own safety deeply disappointed Liu Zhenhan.
The people he despised most were those who betrayed others.
However, he still felt as though he had gone too far.
The similarities between him and Ferguson Xu – their appearances, hair color, skin color – made him feel strange.
He had a faint feeling of guilt that lingered and refused to disperse.
How could a joke of such magnitude arise just to obtain those two rings from someone else?
Just a few sun-dried, pitch-black rabbit breasts, and two big, salty fish, would he really be able to get their whole fortune?
It seemed a bit ridiculous.
Even Liu Zhenhan himself found it a bit funny.
These people have been searching for the elixir of immortality for centuries, giving up their homeland, sacrificing all they had.
Was it really worth it?
Liu Zhenhan mused deeply.
Liu Zhenhan was also trying to convince himself; this world was not his world.
Despite his mediocre Battle Hymns, could he really become a noble by becoming a priest back in the Bimon Kingdom?
Helen was neglecting something – Beamons are also people.
The conflicts and rivalries among them could be just as brutal as so-called wicked humans.
Liu Zhenhan had to be cautious, he had too few who could be trusted.
Liu Zhenhan had realized how much his self-created Battle Hymns stressed Helen out.
He had understood, through recent conversations with Helen, how heretical his innovations seemed within the Bimon priesthood and how frighteningly severe their religious system was.
Such innovative Battle Hymns must be kept hidden from the temple’s shamans and priests–as they coexist with the risk of being accused of heresy and destroyed.
Helen once talked to him about the fates of many talented, yet unorthodox, mages within human kingdoms.
The deep concerns revealed in her words tighten an invisible string in Liu Zhenhan’s heart.
All too often, so-called geniuses and revolutionary ideas were subjected to execution.
This rule did not only apply to the human world but to all intelligent beings.
Liu Zhenhan’s biggest concern now was that Helen was like the most beautiful flower.
With the power of spirit channeling Battle Hymns taken away, apart from the brute strength that was brought by the curse of the Blood Sacrifice, he was basically useless.
A disaster waiting to happen.
Liu Zhenhan thought of the term from playing mahjong.
Although his physical strength and that of Guoguo’s were considerable, Liu Zhenhan was not so arrogant as to become complacent.
It’s one thing to infiltrate or blend in, but when it came to face-to-face combat, physical strength couldn’t make up for everything.
This only further solidified his resolution to deceive and obtain the two mustard seed rings that could summon the mighty golden figures.
What if he didn’t possess powerful magical beasts?
He could still summon the even more powerful Chaidai Golden Man!
What if he couldn’t become a priest?
He would have the valiant and robust Panta Warriors as his followers!
When Liu Zhenhan thought of these things, he burned with passion.
He slipped away to check the situation on deck: the ship sailed with the wind, cutting through the waves.
The Panta warriors were systematically busy with their work.
Only Ferguson Xu was still by the giant turtle shell, softly, affectionately touching its rough exterior.
The greed and impatience in his eyes made Liu Zhenhan shudder.
Wasn’t Liu Zhenhan himself greedy?
Liu Zhenhan quietly retreated back to the cabin, his determination to deceive intensified.
The cabin was cleverly designed.
The space was not large, but it didn’t feel crowded.
Many children wearing white straw hats peeked curiously from their doorframes.
Liu Zhenhan knew it was his peculiar appearance that aroused their curiosity.
Beamon!” A child timidly asked, “Is it true that Mr.
Xu is going to give us to you to be slaves?”
“Yes.” Liu Zhenhan stopped and turned around.
“There will you eat us as food?” The child lifted up her veil, revealing a delicate face and two braids. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI~Fire.net
Beamons love to eat children’s meat.” Liu Zhenhan replied maliciously with a smile.
“I don’t believe you.” The little girl covered her mouth and giggled.