Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 1341 - 378 Foreign Ent_2

In Hu Ye Ancient City, Prince Kahn and Master Qi Dan had once heard from Rommel himself that his mother was kidnapped to the Mulan Empire at the age of thirteen and died at the age of twenty; Rommel claimed to be twenty-seven years old.

With this clear timeline and age characteristics, both high-ranking officials could easily find out who Rommel’s mother was—a Fox Tribe girl named Meilan, who was kidnapped to the Mulan Empire at the age of thirteen!

Prince Kahn and Master Qi Dan specifically investigated the foxwoman Meilan, not precisely to champion justice for Rommel, but rather out of an urgent curiosity to know who the foxwoman capable of producing such a formidable person like Rommel was, and that was it.

Meilan was quite a famous beauty amongst the Fox Tribe, having been known for her unmatched beauty since the age of ten, and many Foxes still clearly remember this beautiful name.

When Meilan disappeared, she was out picking mushrooms, leaving behind her scarf and basket at the scene, but there were no bloodstains; her family reported the disappearance, but to no avail.

Currently, in the Northeast Province, Viscount Simek who manages the prisons should rightfully call Meilan his sister.

In the last hundred years, the only set of triplets in the Fox Tribe are Meilan, Simek, and Huntington.

Having learned this information, Prince Kahn and Master Qi Dan exchanged a silent look.

If it was fate playing tricks on them, then so be it, after countless twists and turns, it turns out that Rommel is actually the first cousin of Helen.

Liu Shock and Helen were left speechless in sorrow.

The envoy also informed Lord Feilengcui that since this case involved nobles of the ducal rank, and the suspect comes from the premier noble family among the Northeast Foxes, even the king would think twice before intervening. Now that Caliph Abdullah is dead and Kalimantan City has been plundered empty, it’s a situation without any potential witness or evidence.

If collecting evidence and confrontation result in a deadlock, how to deal with this governor of the Northeast will present a thorny issue.

Liu Shock knew what this meant, indicating that Prince Kahn and Master Qi Dan clearly wanted to extricate themselves from this affair and shirk their responsibilities, which is the wisest practice among the wily bureaucrats.

"Does Prince Lionheart have anything else for you to convey to me?" Liu Shock questioned the envoy.

"His Highness the Prince said..." The envoy deliberated for a long time but finally decided to tell the truth: "...the Duke of Rosenborg is doomed..."

"What did Master Qi Dan say?"

"The Great Priest said... one really can’t predict who they might offend someday."

Liu Shock sneered.

That night, the War God Summer Palace guards, together with the Shaman of Divine Songs, the High Priest of Cambridge, and the Cangqiong Prophet inspected Witherspoon in the Northeast Province, spreading the glory of the War God.

Two days later, a large-scale riot broke out in the City of the Fox Tribe! A spokesperson for the Beamon God barely survived an assassination attempt!

The riot was quickly suppressed by the Summer Palace Warriors, and at the unanimous call of the people, seventy-three Fox nobles and the main perpetrator, Duke Rosenborg, responsible for plotting the assassination were turned into jarred men—not a death sentence, but amputating their limbs and sealing them in large jars, potentially keeping them alive for another thirty to fifty years.

According to the kingdom’s penal codes, the sentencing of a noble to death must be approved by the Senate, the king, and the Main Temple. The compassionate Shaman of Divine Songs evidently adhered strictly to the penal code and was unwilling to create more slaughter...technically, assassinating the Shaman of Divine Songs equates to assassinating the king and could easily warrant a death sentence.

About two thousand family warriors, trying to arm-rescue their lord, were executed on the spot by Summer Palace soldiers for attacking the Crown, streams of blood flowing on the streets.

Tens of desert traders and their entourage in the main city of Northeast Province attempted to assault the royal carriage and were sentenced to severe punishment by tar flaying, their flesh exposed to the sun for several days before they finally perished.

Six irate Fox Tribe elders and members of the Noble Inspection Court, who criticized Lord Feilengcui for overreaching his authority, were brutally beaten with iron rods by a group of unknown golden-haired thugs on their way home, breaking all their ribs, before the thugs took them to the door of the Witch Doctor Guild and brutally assaulted them again, resulting in four spleens ruptured and two skulls fractured—had it not been for the timely arrival of the Summer Palace medical team, they would have met with disaster.

Overnight, three Fox noble families with a history of over five hundred years, for participating in assassination and riots, seeking to overthrow the kingdom’s rule, were ruthlessly dictated out of the people’s connection!

The next day, under the mediation of Shaman Wei An Cui Beixi from the Northeast Temple, the War God Summer Palace guards withdrew from Witherspoon.

With the Fox noble families removed, the Northeast Province entered a stage of power vacuum, forcing the Turun Corps to implement a curfew to maintain public order, and every human trader felt threatened, bribing the regular army with substantial amounts of money for their own safety.

High Priest Helen from Cambridge represented the temples, clarified some false rumors, pacified public sentiment, and restored the old prosperity of Witherspoon; Cangqiong Prophet Moer on behalf of the Summer Palace led the Skuldian priests to continue hunting down the rebels under the name of the War God.

Liu Shock returned to Feilengcui, covered in blood.

Right after his return, Elder Cruyff of the Shepherd-tree People from the Southern Cross Star Forest, who traveled all the way to the City Lord’s Mansion, was having tea.

The main hall which once served as a mammoth elephant stable, despite its vast size, felt low and cramped the moment the vine-whiskered Shepherd-tree person entered.

Even serving tea was the same; Mr. Jabbar, the penguin butler, had to use an oak wine barrel temporarily modified as a tea cup, barely managing to fulfill the host’s duties.

Hearing the noisy clamor outside the city, Mr. Jabbar knew that the Lord had returned, and he bowed out to greet his master.