The reason why this god is called "Vampire Duke Loel" is because he used a body called "Duke Loel" as the body of a saint in the material world in the early years of the fifth era.
A major crime was committed. The change of era has made what happened at that time have long fallen behind the curtain of time, but clear evidence shows that it was the appearance of "Vampire Duke Loyle" that allowed the vampire race to survive in the fifth century.
The early rise of the century.
Therefore, people in later generations often refer to this vampire god as "Vampire Duke Loyle".
Most of the purposes for vampire gods to appear in the material world are 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 it's like [Blood Feast]
Like the Lord, he wants 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 white fog around him 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 is a row of windows, which can see the strange and quiet night of the courtyard outside; on the right is a closed
The strange laughter could be vaguely heard coming from the door.
"If I sang the songs of the witches here, I don't know which time I would be entering the witches' council."
Shade 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 a few dozen steps, we came to the corner of the corridor, where we could only turn right. After turning right, we found a fairly spacious corridor with walls on both sides. The bottom was white for about a palm's length, and all the above area was used.
Scarlet paint smear.
Faded old 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 Shade 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. Half a minute later, he reached the end of the corridor, where there was a double-open golden door. The relief on the door was depicting a lively scene.
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 dining room 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, and 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 a strange silence and extremely strong pressure in the room. Shade's nose twitched, and the air was filled with blood. But it was different from the blood mist that could almost directly turn into blood droplets when the [Lord of the Blood Feast] appeared.
, now the blood in the air is mixed with the smell of fruit wine, which is not very 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 they are not for entertaining.
Table guests.
A long table covered with white tablecloth was placed in the center of the room. Facing the door where Shade was standing, that is, at the far end of the long table, sat a man in a blood-colored cloak with a fair and handsome face. He looked three-dimensional.
A teenage man.
Just by looking at him, cracks appeared on the skin on the back of Shade's hand, and then little bits 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 Shad and welcomed him in the Delarian language of the Sixth Age in a strange and cheerful tone.
"Good evening, God."
Shade 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 of about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing black gauze skirts and white gauze skirts respectively. Their handsome looks are very similar, and they both have black hair.
With long hair and blue eyes, she is probably twins; wearing a dark blue dress, she looks like a proud woman in her forties or fifties, but she is still elegant; wearing thick brown cloth armor and long-sleeved leather gloves, her face
Covered with weather-beaten cracks, the old man with sharp eyes and gray hair looked like a warrior who had 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 the 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 sat on the left side of the long table. The former was five seats away from the witch, and the latter was 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 far 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 god urged, and then added:
"From your next sentence, they understand your language."
Shade nodded and wanted to sit between the old man in armor and the half-bald middle-aged man, right opposite the two little girls. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his steps, he heard the man in black and red cloak.
The god said sternly:
"You, give up your seat."
The middle-aged witch who turned to look at Shade trembled, turned around and held on to 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.
Location.
"Take your seats, unexpected guest."
He extended the invitation.
Shade 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 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 god, the dense lines on his body spread, and the traces of light bloomed like burning golden embers. The cracks even passed through the eyes from his cheeks, making him look at the god's right eye, as if it was cracked
Flashing golden light.
Fortunately, this is just a decoration. The essence is that the divinity in the soul is spontaneously emitting some afterglow.
"Duke."
Shade 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 Shade 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:
"The mortals who come here on their own initiative are eager to receive gifts through my drinking party."
The blood-sucking god clasped his hands together and placed them on the table. He was quite rational and did not even look like an evil god 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 has received favors from others and wants to repay them."
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 god asked, if he didn't know the other party's information and listened to 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."
Shade said honestly.
"But as a guest, you didn't bring a gift to the reception, which is the precious enough blood."
"but I"
He wanted to stretch out his wrist.
"I don't want your blood."
The vampire god's tone is extremely elegant:
"I just raised my nose and knew that your blood means 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 god with the title of "Vampire God" looks down upon his blood.
"Then I'll come back next time?"
Shade 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. The precious value, the story of blood, or just its rarity, these
It will be all right."
Just like the original [Innocent Creator], the vampire gods also know about Shad. But it seems that to them, it is not surprising that mortals come from the distant future to the present.
"Then 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?"
Shade has not forgotten what he wants to do.
"Do you like to drink?"
The blood-sucking god 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 end of the drinking party? When
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."