In the silent banquet hall, the pressure of the saint is oppressing everyone. If it weren't for the special nature of the Night Manor and the special restraint of the gods, the only one who can sit here at this time is Xia De.
"I see, God, thank you for allowing me to attend your reception."
Xia De nodded, saying that he didn't want gold pounds, and he saw the other five people at the table from the corner of his eye.
These five people came here voluntarily because of their own wishes, hoping to achieve goals that ordinary people cannot achieve by participating in the reception, so they were not surprised by the instructions given by the gods.
"But they actually dare to ask the evil **** for help. Are people in the Fifth Epoch so courageous?"
Xia De thought silently in his heart.
After a snap of the fingers, everyone had an extra glass goblet by hand.
"Unexpected guests, it seems that they can't stay at the reception for long. Then this time, we will taste the blood you each brought, and then listen to your stories. It will be very interesting. Next time, I will provide mine. Blood brew, after you taste it, give your own thoughts. As for the last time, we can taste the three kinds of blood brought by unexpected guests. If you can survive, then you will naturally be able to get my gift."
After he finished speaking, he paused and looked at Xia De:
"you, too."
Except for Xia De, the other five people each took out the airtight containers they were carrying.
In the hands of the middle-aged half-bald king was a silver bottle with a smooth body, and the mouth of the bottle was sealed with tin; what the old man in armor took out was a somewhat worn-out leather water bag, which was firmly plugged with a wooden cork; A pure gold cube came out, Xia De knew this, it was mentioned in Miss Fei Lianna's notebook, this is an alchemy item used to seal and preserve precious materials; as for the two little girls, they took out a porcelain vase together son.
The **** waved his hand, and the silver bottle in the king's hand opened by itself. The foul-smelling scarlet liquid flew out, and finally fell evenly into the seven glasses. Xia De checked visually, and found that the liquid levels in all the glasses were at the same height.
"And what about your story?"
The saint picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, as if he was sobering up. And as he shook, Xia De noticed that the color of the blood seemed to be a little different.
So he also picked up the cup in his hand and shook it slightly. Although his technique was not proficient, the blood in the cup had indeed changed. The color became lighter, the smell of blood was obviously weakening, and Xia De even smelled the smell of alcohol.
The wine glass given by "Vampire Duke Lawel" can actually make ordinary blood directly into blood brew.
"Is it a relic?"
[The cup itself does not feel the element of whispering, only the element of profanity. 】
"It's the power of the evil god."
Xia De and the others looked at the half-bald king, who looked down at the table nervously, and said tremblingly:
"I...I am the king of the Shapar country in the western continent. My country is about to perish. Those greedy knights want to carve up my land, my property and my family. I want to defeat them , hang them all, and decorate my castle with their heads. I know you, the great **** of vampires, Duke Lauel, and I know your greatness."
He also did as Shad did, picked up the wine glass at hand and shook it slightly. Although his hands were shaking violently, the glass itself did not let any drop of liquid be wasted:
"I found the witch who lived in the forest and exchanged a large amount of gold for this. This is dragon blood, the blood of a pure dragon."
"No, it's the blood of a half-blood dragon. I think that witch lied to you."
The saint said calmly. For a moment, Xia De thought that the half-bald king would raise his head in surprise, but he controlled his instinctive desire:
"What...I...this...I don't mean to be profane..."
"It doesn't matter, a clown like you is enough to start the reception. But the blood you brought is not good enough. Even if you survive to the end, what you get will only be of equal value to what you brought."
The **** drank the blood brew in his hand, while the mortals on the other side of the table shook their glasses and looked at each other. In the end, the other five people actually looked at Xia De, obviously wanting to see what this unusual looking guy would do.
Xia De brought the cup to his mouth, frowned, and took a sip carefully.
[There are toxins, but they can be ignored for you. Does not contain curses per se. 】
It is normal to have toxins. Dragon blood itself is poisonous. It is not like in fairy tales, drinking can make people stronger.
"poisonous."
He simply said to the others, and then drank the **** drink in one gulp. Although it has changed from blood to blood wine, the smell of blood still exists. Xia De frowned, holding back his nausea, and drank the blood
Go down, but still have the urge to retch, this is definitely not something humans should drink.
The witch didn't care about the poison, and drank the blood brew like Xia De; the old man in cloth armor took out another wooden bottle, drank the suspected potion inside, and then drank 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 saw that he had no idea of sharing the potion, so he followed the example of the little girl opposite. Take small sips.
After the third mouthful, he fell out of the chair convulsively. The armored old man sitting beside him stared with wide eyes:
"he died."
The body melted into a scarlet bloodstain on the floor, and seeped into the ground as if it had never been there.
No one, including Shad, commented on this. But Xia De took another look at the twins. He and the witch were fighting hard. The gray-haired old man had prepared a solution to the poison in advance, but these two little girls who were not witches could drink the impure dragon blood directly. Go on, this is a bit strange.
Next, the blood in the leather water bag brought by the armored old man was evenly distributed to everyone. With everyone shaking their wine glasses and watching the gods, he also lowered his head and told his story:
"This is the blood of the ice crystal butterfly that I hunted in the extreme north of the Northern Continent for a whole winter. This is the top potion material for witches. It has nothing to do with power. Only the best hunters use the most patient To catch them. As for my purpose, my friend, the poet Herr von Klitzing, died during his expedition to the North Continent. I want to know who killed him."
As he spoke, he took the lead in drinking the blood brew in his hand, and the saint also squinted his eyes and drank the cup of blood:
"Although it's not delicious enough ~www.mtlnovel.com~, at least the chill is pretty good."
Like before, Xia De put the wine glass to his mouth 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.
Just after taking a sip, his hair felt numb and his hands and feet were frozen. It was as if the wine glass in his hand was not blood wine at all, but ice that had been stored for thousands of years under the polar ice cap.
He had never heard of the creature "Ice Crystal Butterfly". He didn't know if it changed its name in the Sixth Epoch, or it was extinct. But he could still bear the chill, so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, lifted the wine glass to his mouth, and took a big gulp.
Fluid travels from the mouth into the throat and down the esophagus into the stomach.
The temperature that seemed to be able to freeze the blood made Xia De clearly perceive the circuit of the entire eating process for the first time. For a moment, he thought that his body was beginning to freeze and that he might never see Mia again, and 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 the whole body passed, as the body temperature returned to normal, Xia De felt as comfortable as if his body had been soaked in warm water.
He tried to squeeze his fist and found that everything in his body was normal. It's just the numb feeling brought by the cold, which makes the body's reaction a little slow, but the effect is not big, and it is recovering quickly:
"What's wrong with me?"
[Specifically, your cold resistance may have become stronger. 】
This blood brew is even more precious than Xia De thought.