In the silent banquet hall, the pressure of the saint was oppressing everyone. If it weren't for the special nature of the Night Manor and the special restraint of the gods, the only person who could sit here at this time would probably be Xia De.
"I understand, God, thank you for allowing me to attend your reception."
Xia De nodded and said something nice about not wanting the gold pounds, while his peripheral vision caught sight of the other five people at the table.
These five people came here on their own initiative because of their own wishes, hoping to achieve goals that could not be achieved by ordinary people by attending the cocktail party, so they were not surprised by the instructions given by the gods.
"But they actually dared to ask the evil god for help. Are all the people in the Fifth Epoch so courageous?"
Xia De thought silently in his heart.
After a snap of fingers, everyone had a glass goblet in their hands.
"Unexpected guests can't stay at the party for long. So this time, let's taste the blood you each brought, and then listen to your stories. This will definitely be very interesting. Next time, I will provide my blood wine, and you can give your thoughts after tasting it. As for the last time, we can taste the three types of blood brought by the unexpected guests. If you can survive, you will naturally receive my gift."
After He finished speaking, He paused and looked at Shade:
"Same with you."
Except for Xia De, the other five people took out the sealed containers they were carrying.
The middle-aged half-bald king held a smooth silver bottle in his hand, with the mouth of the bottle sealed with tin; the old man in armor took out a somewhat worn leather water bag, which was tightly plugged with a wooden stopper; the witch took out a pure gold cube, and Shad recognized it. It was mentioned in Miss Felianna's notebook that it was an alchemical item used to seal and preserve precious materials; as for the two little girls, they took out a porcelain bottle together.
The god waved his hand, and the silver bottle in the king's hand opened automatically. A foul-smelling scarlet liquid flew out and eventually fell evenly into seven glass wine glasses. Shade visually estimated that the liquid levels in everyone's wine glasses were the same height.
"And your story?"
The saint picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, as if to sober him up. As he shook it, Shade noticed that the color of the blood seemed to be a little different.
So he picked up the cup beside him and shook it slightly. Although his technique was not very proficient, the blood in the cup did change. The color became lighter, and the bloody smell was obviously weakening. Xia De even smelled the smell of alcohol.
The wine glass given by "Vampire Duke Laoel" can actually make ordinary blood into blood wine.
“Is it a relic?”
The cup itself does not feel the whispering element, only the blasphemy element.
"It's the power of the evil god."
Shade and the others looked at the half-bald king, who nervously lowered his head and stared at the table, and said tremblingly:
"I... I am the king of Shapar in the western continent. My country is going to perish. Those greedy knights want to divide up my land, my property and my family. I will defeat them, hang them all, and use their heads to decorate my castle. I know you, the great god of blood-sucking species, Duke Laoel, I know how great you are."
He also did what Shade did, picking up the wine glass beside him and shaking it slightly. Although his hands were shaking badly, not a single drop of liquid was wasted in the glass:
"I found the witch who lived in the forest and exchanged a large sum of gold for this. This is dragon blood, the blood of a pure-blooded dragon."
"No, this is the blood of a hybrid dragon. I think the witch tricked you."
The saint said calmly. For a moment, Shade thought the half-bald king would look up in surprise, but he controlled his instinctive desire:
"What... I... This... I don't mean to be blasphemous..."
His voice got lower and lower.
"It doesn't matter. A clown like you is enough to start the cocktail party. But the blood you brought is not good enough. Even if you survive to the end, what you get will only be of the same value as what you brought."
The god drank the bloody wine in his hand, while the mortals on the other side of the table shook their glasses and looked at each other. Finally, the other five people looked at Shade, obviously wanting to see what Shade, who looked unusual, would do.
Shade brought the cup to his lips, frowned, and took a careful sip.
It has toxins, but you can ignore them. It does not contain any curses.
It is normal to have toxins. Dragon blood itself is poisonous. It is not like in fairy tales that drinking it can make people stronger.
"poisonous."
He simply said to the others, and then drank the bloody drink. Although it had changed from blood to blood wine, the bloody taste was still there. Shade frowned and drank the blood wine, but he still had the urge to retch. This was definitely not something humans should drink.
The witch didn't care about the poison and drank the blood brew in one gulp just like Shade did; the old man in cloth armor took out a wooden bottle and drank the suspected potion inside before drinking the blood brew; the two little girls frowned and drank the contents of the cup in small sips; the middle-aged king hesitated for a moment, glanced at the old man, and seeing that he had no intention of sharing the potion, he also drank it in small sips like the little girl opposite him.
After the third bite, he fell off the chair with convulsions all over his body. The old man in armor sitting next to him stared at him with wide eyes:
"He's dead."
The body melted into a scarlet blood stain on the floor, and then seeped into the ground as if it had never appeared.
No one, including Xia De, commented on this. But Xia De took a closer look at the twins. He and the witch were fighting hard, and the gray-haired old man had prepared a method to detoxify in advance, but these two little girls who were not witches could actually drink the impure dragon blood directly. This was a bit strange.
Next, the blood in the leather water bag brought by the armored old man was evenly distributed to everyone. As everyone shook their wine glasses and the gods watched, he lowered his head and told his story:
"This is the blood of the ice crystal butterfly that I hunted for a whole winter in the far north of the northern continent. It is a top-level potion material for witches. It has nothing to do with strength. Only the best hunters with the most patient methods can capture it. As for my purpose, my friend, the poet Mr. von Klitzing, died during an expedition to the northern continent. I want to know who killed him."
As he spoke, he was the first to drink up the blood brew in his hand. The saint also squinted his eyes and drank the cup of blood:
“Although it’s not delicious enough, at least the chill is still good.”
Just like before, Shade put the glass to his lips and took a sip.
A very faint smell of blood rushed into his mouth, and the extreme chill emitted by the liquid that stained his lips made Xia De shiver all over.
Just taking a sip, he felt his hair go numb and his hands and feet were frozen. It was as if the wine in his glass was not blood wine, but thousand-year-old ice stored under the polar ice cap.
He had never heard of the "Ice Crystal Butterfly" creature, and wondered whether it had changed its name in the Sixth Epoch or had become extinct. But he could still bear this chill, so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, raised the wine glass to his lips, and took a big gulp.
The liquid passes from the mouth into the throat and then down the esophagus into the stomach.
The temperature seemed to be able to freeze the blood, and for the first time, Xia De clearly felt the entire eating process. For a moment, he thought his body was starting to freeze and he might never see Mia again, but then he realized that it was just a layer of frost on the surface of his skin.
After the numb feeling of being unable to move his entire body, as his body temperature returned to normal, Xia De felt as comfortable as if he had been soaked in warm water.
He tried to clench his fist and found that his body was normal. It was just the numbness caused by the cold that made his body react a little slower, but the impact was not significant and he was recovering quickly:
"What's wrong with me?"
Specifically, your tolerance to cold weather may have improved.
This blood wine is more precious than Shade thought.