The Whispering Verses: The 566th God’s Drinking Party

The reason why this **** is called "Vampire Duke Loel" is because in the early years of the Fifth Era, he used a body called "Duke Loel" as the body of the saint. Great crimes have been committed in the material world. With the change of era, what happened at that time has long fallen behind the curtain of time, but clear evidence shows that it was the emergence of "Vampire Duke Loel" that allowed the vampire race to rise in the early fifth era.

Therefore, people in later generations often refer to the vampire **** as "Vampire Duke Loyle".

The purpose of vampire gods appearing in the material world is mostly to taste the blood of different intelligent beings in various evil and weird ways. Sometimes they just have their sights on a special target, and sometimes they are like the [Lord of the Blood Feast], wanting to swallow as much blood as possible.

The situation that Shade encountered this time should be the former, but he didn't know if he was the only guest at this cocktail party.

Thinking about these complicated things in his mind, and after confirming that there was no other information coming from his ears, Shade took a step forward. The surrounding white fog immediately dispersed, and he came to a corridor lit by kerosene lamps.

But unlike the corridors of the Dreadfort, this corridor is obviously a corridor in a frequently used noble building. On the left side is a row of windows, which can see the strange and quiet night in the courtyard outside; on the right side is the closed door, and the weird laughter can be vaguely heard from inside the door.

"If I sang the songs of the witches here, I don't know what point in time I would be entering the witches' council."

Xia De thought to himself, a little curious that he was not in immediate danger this time. But the atmosphere in this corridor and the oppressive night outside the window really made him uncomfortable, so he moved forward along the corridor.

After dozens of steps, we came to the corner of the corridor, where we could only turn right. After turning right, there is also a fairly spacious corridor with walls on both sides. The bottom is about a palm's length white, and the entire area above is painted with scarlet paint.

Faded ancient oil paintings hang on the walls. Through the oil lamps hanging on nails, you can see the horrific execution scenes and creatures that are completely unimaginable to humans.

Even Xia De didn't dare to look at those oil paintings. The effect of these paintings on the spirit was beyond his expectation.

He walked forward with his head lowered as much as possible, but there were still whispers in his ears trying to make him stop and look at the oil painting. After half a minute, we reached the end of the corridor, where there was a magnificent double-open golden door. The relief on the door depicts a lively banquet. But if you look carefully, there seem to be some people at this banquet who don't look right.

But before Shade could see the whole picture clearly, the two doors opened inward at the same time, revealing the room behind the door to Shade.

Knowing that he had arrived at his destination, Shade took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then walked in.

Behind the door is a large aristocratic restaurant that seems to be built for giants. From the ceiling to the ground, it is at least as high as the first floor of Shade's house to the attic, but the area is still barely normal.

The floor of the room is paved with white porcelain floor tiles, which were rare even in 1853 of the Sixth Age. The high-hanging crystal chandeliers hang down from the sky one by one, emitting light together with the bat-shaped kerosene lamps on the wall.

There was an eerie silence and intense pressure in the room. Shade's nose twitched, and the air was filled with blood. But unlike when the [Lord of the Blood Feast] appeared, the blood mist could almost directly turn into blood droplets, now the blood in the air was mixed with the smell of fruit wine, which was not unpleasant.

On the left side of the room is a row of windows. The curtains are not closed, but the windows are closed, and you can see the oppressive and strange night in the manor courtyard. On the right side are some small tables, chairs and cupboards, as if to entertain guests who are unable to serve.

A long table covered with white tablecloth was placed in the center of the room. Facing the door where Shade was standing, at the far end of the long table, sat a man in a blood-colored cloak with a fair face and handsome face, who looked to be in his thirties.

Just by looking at each other, cracks appeared on the skin on the back of Sha De's hand, and then dots of golden light seeped out from the cracks in the skin.

He understood that this was the host of the reception.

"It's really interesting. The last guest who attended this cocktail party on time was really unexpected."

The saint looked at Shade and welcomed him in the Delarian language of the Sixth Age in a strange and cheerful tone.

"Good evening, God."

Xia De did not dare to look at the saint for a long time, so he bowed slightly to show respect.

With a harsh sound, the two doors closed behind Shade, and Shade also noticed the other five people sitting at the table.

A fat, semi-bald middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown; two girls about fourteen or fifteen years old wearing black gauze skirts and white gauze skirts respectively. Their handsome looks are very similar. She has long black hair and blue eyes. She is probably twins. She is wearing a dark blue dress. Although she looks forty or fifty years old, she is still a proud woman. She wears thick brown cloth armor and long-sleeved leather gloves. , his face is full of weather-beaten cracks, his eyes are sharp but his hair is gray, he looks like a warrior who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Unfortunately, there are no male supernatural beings in the Fifth Age, so they are only warriors.

"It seems that I didn't meet Miss Feliana this time."

[Only that adult woman is a witch. 】

She whispered in Shade's ear.

Among the five people, the proud woman sat facing the saint, which was the other end of the long table closest to the door.

A half-bald middle-aged man and an old man wearing cloth armor sit on the left side of the long table. The former is five seats away from the witch, and the latter is in the middle of the two people.

The two little girls were sitting on the left side of the long table. They were right next to each other, but three seats away from the middle-aged witch.

The mortals were all sitting away from the gods, and they all looked at Shade at this time.

"Unexpected guest, please take your seats quickly. The reception is about to begin. I'm actually looking forward to this reception now."

The red-robed **** urged, and then added:

"From your next sentence, they understand your language."

Xia De nodded and wanted to sit between the old man in armor and the half-bald middle-aged man, which was directly opposite the two little girls. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his feet, he heard the **** in black clothes and red cloak say sternly:

"You, give up your seat."

The middle-aged witch who turned to look at Shade trembled, turned around and supported the table, lowered her head and stood up. She sat on the seat on the left, one space away from the seat at the end, and one space away from the two little girls.

"Take your seat, unexpected guest."

?Invitation sent.

Shad sighed and walked towards the end of the dining table under the gaze of the other five people. The chair automatically pulled up, and Shade came to the table. When he sat down, the chair automatically moved forward to the appropriate position.

Looking at the five people with different expressions, Shade said nothing. He put his right arm on the white tablecloth, tilted his body slightly to the right, raised his face, and looked forward.

As he looked into the eyes of the gods, the dense lines on his body spread, and the traces of light bloomed like burning golden embers. The crack even passed through the eye from his cheek, making him look at the god's right eye, which shone with golden light as if it was cracked.

Fortunately, this is just a decoration. The essence is that the divinity in the soul is spontaneously emitting some afterglow.

"Duke."

Xia De said under the tremendous mental pressure that almost made him comatose. The other five people were stunned at the same time, apparently realizing that they understood what Xia De said:

"This cocktail party"

The half-bald man was surprised, the two little girls were frightened, the armored old man frowned and hesitated, and the middle-aged witch had a solemn expression.

"How can it end?"

No one expected that Shade would ask such a question, let alone see such a terrifying abnormality in a man.

But no one dared to talk to Shade, because the gods were communicating with him:

"Everyone who comes here on their own initiative is eager to receive gifts through my drinking party."

The blood-sucking **** clasped his hands together and placed them on the table. He was quite sane and didn't even look like an evil **** at all. At this time, there was nothing on the table except three candlesticks:

"He wants to save his country that is on the verge of collapse."

This must be the half-bald man. Shade had just guessed what kind of king he was.

"They want to lift the curse and contract and never be separated."

This must be talking about two little girls wearing black and white gauze skirts.

"He wants to repay the favor."

This should refer to the old man wearing armor.

"She is just pursuing stronger power."

This sentence was spoken by a middle-aged witch.

"So before the reception starts, please tell me, what do you want? An unexpected guest?"

The **** asked, if he didn't know the other party's information, and from this tone, Shade would probably think that the other party was also a good god.

"I want to attend your reception and have it end at the right time."

Xia De said honestly.

"But as a guest, you did not bring a gift to the reception, which is the precious enough blood."

"But me"

He wanted to extend his wrist.

"I don't want your blood."

The vampire god’s tone is unusually elegant:

"I just shook my nose and knew that your blood meant nothing to me."

Indeed, although Shade's soul can store divinity, there is nothing special about this former tramp's body. It is understandable that the **** with the title of "Vampire God" looks down upon his blood.

"Then I'll come back next time?"

Xia De asked tentatively again, while thinking about where he was going to get enough valuable blood.

"No, no, no, I allow you to come empty-handed this time, but not next time. Next time, remember to make up for the blood you did not bring this time. Precious value, the story of blood, or just a lot of Rare, these are fine.”

Just like the original [Innocent Creator], the vampire **** also knows about Shade. But it seems that for us, it is not surprising that mortals come from the distant future to the present.

"Well, gentlemen and ladies, I declare that the reception at Night Manor is officially open!"

"God, I am honored to taste wine with you, but how will this wine party end?"

Xia De has not forgotten what he wants to do.

"Do you like drinking?"

The vampire **** asked, Shade hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth:

"I usually don't drink alcohol if it's not necessary."

"Then your life is really boring."

The saint smiled and said:

"Attend my drinking party, you donate enough blood and taste the blood wine I provide, and those who survive can leave. It's very simple, you are just like them, just taste the wine with me. As for the drinking party End? When all the mortals participating in the drinking party die, or all the blood wine is tasted, then the drinking party will of course end."