The young Shia Beastman sat quietly without speaking.
A few minutes later, Velin emerged from the illusion and looked up at the young Shia Beastman with a scrutinizing gaze.
The Kaidas Tribe was one of the twelve God-chosen tribes of the Holy Shia Beastman Kingdom. Their ancestors had once followed the Shia Beastman God and made great contributions to breaking away from the Black Asia Orcs. Their bloodline descendants were thus enfeoffed by the Shia Beastman God as one of the twelve God-chosen tribes.
The Holy Shia Beastman Kingdom had stood for more than two thousand years, yet it still retained its brutal inheritance system of blood duels. The king was chosen after the most outstanding High-Gold holy-blood warriors of the twelve tribes fought a sacred duel. Unless a king fell, each could reign for two hundred years.
According to Xuemiyya, the Holy Shia Beastman Kingdom had already seen fifteen kings. The current ruler was named Saint Philomena, from the Xilore Tribe, one of the twelve God-chosen tribes. He had ascended the throne in the year 9570 of the Radiant Calendar and would abdicate in 9770, five years from now.
With that, the purpose of this Shia Beastman's visit became very clear.
"What is your purpose? Or rather, what is your grandfather's purpose?" Velin asked directly, dispensing with pleasantries.
The young Shia Beastman lowered his head slightly and took out a blood-red Red Crystal. He poured Battle Qi into it, raising a crimson barrier that enveloped everyone and blocked outside scrutiny.
After doing all this, the young Shia Beastman stood, took several steps back, and dropped to one knee. Placing a hand over his chest, he said, "God-Bestowed Count beloved by the Goddess of Life, please forgive the discourtesy of my grandfather, Oswald Kaidas."
Velin watched the Shia Beastman's actions