Chapter Three: The Table of Brother Baimon

  "Long live Your Highness!"

  With a loud shout, two Bamana warriors guarding the palace stood at attention, raising their long spears to welcome back Raymond.

  Raymond absent-mindedly hummed a response, guiding his horse into the Beastman King's palace. He was still thinking about what had happened at the city gate earlier, not because of the Doghead's affront to him, but rather because of the Beastmen's notion that they viewed the Dogheads as trash, which had a profound impact on Raymond.

  He is not a temple saint who thinks that all living beings should be equal. The dog-headed people have low physical and mental strength, and they can only be at the bottom of the beastmen. However, is it appropriate for the beastmen to treat them as trash, insult and trample them at will?

  Not to mention that the dog-headed people belong to the same tribe as the beastmen, just looking at the proportion, they have occupied most of the beastman army. If this insult and trampling continues, once it exceeds a certain limit one day, I'm afraid it will produce great hidden dangers.

  "Bast, what's your take on the Dog-Headed Men?"

  "What's a Dog Head Man?" Bastard, following behind the horse, paused for a moment before responding with disdain: "Dirty, smelly, and stupid. In short, they're completely useless things."

  "So you think it doesn't matter how we treat them?" Raymond said again.

  "Of course." Bastet replied matter-of-factly, giving Raymond a curious glance: "What's wrong, young master? Why ask me this?"

  Raymond shook his head: "Nothing, I just said it casually."

  Should I advise my mom to at least give the dog-headed person some basic respect?

  Just then, Bastard suddenly shouted: "Young master, be careful!"

  At the same time, Raymond's heart skipped a beat as a dangerous aura suddenly surged up. However, before he could react, there was a loud muffled sound, and the wall to Raymond's left suddenly shattered, a huge black shadow with flying stones, rushed towards this side.

  Raymond's mount let out a terrified whinny, rearing up sharply and almost throwing Raymond off. The huge black shape charged forward, with the wind whipping around it, and a familiar scent reached Raymond's nostrils, allowing him to recognize who it was almost immediately.

  It was now clear that the charging creature was a gigantic Bimon beast. He had a huge body several times larger than the Ox Head, covered in coarse bristles, with a wide mouth and sharp teeth, and claws like knives. It was the invincible ancestor of the Bimon tribe after using the special skill "Beast Spirit Return" - the Bimon Beast.

  Facing Raymond, who was struggling to control the war horse, the incoming Beamon beast first waved its hand to sweep away the Bastard who tried to rush up, and then slammed both hands on the ground, shouting a thunderous roar at the terrified war horse.

  Under the terrifying momentum of Bimon, the war horse completely collapsed, let out a mournful cry, its two hind legs trembling violently, and then fell to the ground. In an urgent moment, Raymond supported himself on the horse's back, quickly pulled his leg out of the stirrup, and flipped over with a nimble posture.

  The warhorse fell to the ground, and Raymond rolled on the ground and got up immediately. At the same time, a playful voice came: "Oh my, aren't you hurt, cousin?"

  At this time, the one who had recovered his human form and appeared in front of Raymond was a beastman with a human body but ugly and coarse features, with a pair of fangs protruding from each corner of his mouth. He had a sturdy build, covered all over his body with thick fur, exactly like a typical Bimon tribesman.

  Although he was a member of the same clan as Raymond, the look in his eyes as he gazed at Raymond was full of disdain. As he casually accepted the fur cloak handed to him by the hastily arriving attendant, he said nonchalantly, "I'm really sorry about earlier, I was just exercising randomly and didn't know you were here, cousin."

  "What did you say? You're clearly doing it on purpose..." Bastet said in a rage, her mouth still moving.

  Before she could finish speaking, that man who was bigger than the Mongolian shouted: "Shut up, cat people, there is no place for a lowly slave like you to speak here."

  The other party was a member of one of the four major tribes, the Bimon tribe, and had a noble status. Although Basute's face turned red with anger, he still had to lower his head and retreat to the side.

  He waved his hand to signal Bast to calm down, and Raymond casually rolled his shoulders: "Oh, it's okay, looks like I'm still pretty lucky, nothing happened."

  I didn't expect Raymond to be so calm, that one was clearly taken aback, his face even more furious. He lowered his voice and said in a provocative tone, "You should know, after we transform into the Bimon beast, sometimes it's hard to control ourselves."

  But before Raymond could respond, he clapped his hands and said apologetically, "Ah, sorry, I almost forgot. You probably won't be able to experience this feeling for the rest of your life."

  One after another, he was insulted by the other party, but Raymond didn't show any anger. He smiled and said: "I can understand, you've always been like this since childhood, your body always takes priority over your brain, haha, Hakken brother."

  This is Bortei of the Mongols, the very one who was in the wolf's mouth, Amada's brother Urool's son, Haken.

  "What does 'prioritizing the brain' mean?" Hakken's expression changed to one of confusion upon hearing Raymond's words, and he hastily retorted: "Wait a minute, are you insulting me?"

  "There's no 'no'." Raymond feigned shock, waving his hands repeatedly: "I mean, your movements are extremely agile, even your brain can't keep up. How could you not have heard that?"

  "Hmm...yes, of course." Having been struck at his weak point by Raymond, Haken, who had originally been full of vigor and momentum, involuntarily took a step back.

  "That's right." Raymond smiled and took a step closer to the giant Bimon: "Actually, I've always thought that you don't need to think about anything at all, just rely on your invincible strength to solve everything."

  As he spoke, he pointed at the broken wall: "Look, it's nothing much, I'll never be able to fix it."

  "Hmm... Ah..." Haken couldn't help but snort with a stifled face.

  Raymond's words seemed to be praising him, but he always felt that something was not quite right, yet he couldn't figure out what it was. This feeling of frustration made Haken even more resentful towards this guy whom he had hated since childhood.

  Just then, a voice chuckled and said: "Lord Raymond, your praise is truly unique. Not only Lord Harken, but even I have some trouble understanding it."

  Everyone present couldn't help but look up, and all they saw was a gigantic wolfman with a massive build, covered in thick, snow-white fur, walking slowly towards them.

  Upon seeing him, Raymond felt a slight chill in his heart. How did he get mixed up with Haken? This uniquely-shaped werewolf was none other than Verona, the leader of the werewolves who had been in power for decades.

  It is well known that the relationship between the werewolf tribe and the Bimon tribe is a bit bad.

  However, upon seeing Verona, Haken's expression changed to one of extreme delight. He strode over to her with large steps, as if he had just met a lifesaver: "Verona, you probably don't know this, but my cousin never speaks like a beastman. However, he has one good point - his temper is so good that it's almost to the point of being spineless; even when someone hits him, he'll still smile and apologize."

  He deliberately emphasized "human" and "no species", and provocatively glanced at Raymond.

  But, unknowingly whether it was intentional or unintentional, Raymond happened to be distracted at this moment and responded absent-mindedly with a "huh?" "Oh, sorry, what did you just say?"

  "Hah! You... you..." The veins on his forehead bulged uncontrollably, and Hacken's fist punched fiercely at the air, just barely restraining himself from going completely berserk.

  Everything is seen, Verona's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, he lightly coughed: "Haken-sama, you and Raymond-sama are cousins, both pillars of the future of the Bimon clan, should get along more harmoniously." However, to Haken who was about to explode from anger, it seemed like a provocation in disguise.

  "Indeed, Hakken said coldly, gritting his teeth: "Verona, it seems there are still some things you don't understand. A guy who can't even use 'Beast Spirit Return'..."

  He burst out laughing: "Are you worthy of being compared to the Mongols? Haha...” and just walked away like that.

  "Harken spoke too bluntly, please forgive him, Lord Raymond." Verona said with a double meaning: "After all, the people of Bimon are like that, hehe."

  As he spoke, he gave Raymond a complex and deep look, turned around and followed Haken, whispering something in his ear.

  "Harken downstairs... Please calm down, tonight... something important, you need to see..." The wolfman's voice faded away until it disappeared.

  After the other party left, Raymond looked at the war horse that was still lying limp on the ground and the broken wall, and couldn't help but mutter: "What a waste, it'll cost a lot to repair."

  "Your Highness... are you alright?" The guard who had rushed over at the sound asked cautiously. In fact, they had arrived a long time ago, but didn't dare to speak up until now.

  "Nothing's wrong, you guys clean up here. Bastar, let's go."

  The cat woman hurried up, indignantly: "Young master, Haken and that wolf man are really too much, I must report to Her Majesty the Queen and have them severely punished."

  "Why report?" Raymond looked at her strangely: "I'm not doing anything."

  "They spoke insultingly..." Bastiat hastily said: "Don't you feel even a little angry?"

  Raymond scratched his chin and suddenly realized: "Oh yeah, you're right, I should be angry."

  "Maybe it's just right to get furious like Haken just now, haha..."

  "You say that, but..."

  "Alright, alright." Raymond said nonchalantly: "From young to old, that guy comes every now and then, he's not annoying me but I'm annoyed, if I take it seriously every time, I'd be stupid. Honestly, since 12 years old, I've never taken him seriously."

  "Actually, I've always wanted to try, one day can't that idiot be driven to death."

  "Hey, it's you..." He said, tapping his finger on Bastar's head: "At least learn from your own kind, don't always be like ***, can't you just calm down a bit when something happens? And yet you still have the nerve to call yourself a genius scout."

  Bastet's face turned red with embarrassment: "Meow, young master!"

  "Alright, alright, let's go."

  Bastet followed quietly behind Raymond, then suddenly said in a low voice: "Young Master, I have some understanding of the questions you just asked me."

  "Oh, let's hear it," said Raymond.

  Bastard hesitated and said: "It turns out that being insulted by someone for no reason is such a painful thing. I seem to have been too harsh on those dog-headed people."

  He didn't expect her to say that, so Raymond turned around and looked at Bastet in surprise. Bastet hastily said: "Ah no, I...I just casually mentioned it."

  Raymond understood Bastet's idea, in fact, the status of cat people among beastmen was not high either, not only because of their small number, but also because for the warlike beastmen, the scout profession that cat people engaged in was extremely unglorious and had always been looked down upon, thus they had always been oppressed by other races.

  Things didn't improve until Ramon's mother, Amada became the queen. However, the miserable days of the past were not forgotten by the cat people. So after what just happened, Bastet had a deeper understanding of the dog-headed people's plight.

  "Ah, no, I think you're doing great," Raymond encouraged. "Wow, Bastet, you're really surprising me one after another today."

  Bastet's eyes widened in excitement: "Really? Meow, Master, does that mean I can have fish tomorrow too?"

  Raymond: ...Forget what I just said.