Chapter five hundred and sixty seventh their respective blood brew
In the silent banquet hall, the pressure of the saint is oppressing everyone. If it were not for the special nature of Night Manor and the special restraint of the gods, I am afraid that only Shade could be sitting here at this time.
"I understand, God, thank you for allowing me to attend your cocktail party."
Shade nodded and said something nice about not asking for gold pounds. From the corner of his eye, he saw the other five people at the table.
These five people took the initiative to come here because of their own wishes, hoping to achieve goals that ordinary people could not achieve by participating in the cocktail party, so they were not surprised by the instructions given by the gods.
"But they actually dare to ask the evil god for help. Are all people in the Fifth Age so courageous?"
Shade thought silently in his heart.
After a snap of the fingers, everyone had a glass goblet in hand.
"Unexpected guests, it seems like they can't stay at the reception 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 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 the unexpected guests. If you can survive, then you will naturally get my gift."
After he finished speaking, he paused and looked at Shade:
"you, too."
Except for Shade, the other five people each took out the sealed containers they carried.
The middle-aged, half-bald king held a smooth silver bottle with the mouth sealed with tin; the armored old man took out a somewhat worn leather water bag, which was firmly plugged with a wooden cork; the witch took
A pure gold cube came out. Shade knew this. Miss Feliana mentioned it in her notebook. It was an alchemy item used to seal and preserve precious materials. As for the two little girls, they took out a porcelain bottle together.
son.
The god waved his hand, and the silver bottle in the king's hand opened on its own. The scarlet liquid with a foul smell flew out, and finally fell evenly into seven glass wine glasses. Shade visually inspected it, and found that the liquid level in everyone's wine glasses was the same.
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"And what's your story?"
The Saint picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, as if he was sobering up. As he shook it, Shade noticed that the color of the blood seemed a little different.
So he also picked up the cup at hand and shook it slightly. Although his technique was not skillful, the blood in the cup did change. The color became lighter, and the smell of blood was obviously weakened. Shade even smelled alcohol.
the taste of.
The wine glass given by "Vampire Duke Lao Er" can actually make blood wine directly from ordinary blood.
"Is it a relic?"
[The cup itself does not experience the element of whispering, only the element of blasphemy.]
"It's the power of the evil god."
Shade and others looked at the half-bald king, who nervously lowered his head and stared at the table, and said tremblingly:
"I am the king of Shapar in the Western Continent. My country is going to perish. Those greedy knights want to divide my land, my property and my family. I will defeat them and hang them all.
, and decorate my castle with their heads. I know you, great vampire god, Duke Laoair, I know your greatness."
Like Shade, he picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly. Although his hands were shaking badly, the glass itself did not let any drop of liquid be wasted:
"I found the witch living in the forest and exchanged a large amount of gold for this. This is dragon blood, the blood of a pure dragon."
"No, this is the blood of a hybrid dragon. I think that witch lied to you."
The saint said calmly. For a moment, Shade thought that the half-bald king would raise his head in surprise, but he controlled his instinctive desire:
"What am I doing? I don't mean to be blasphemous."
His voice became lower and lower.
"It doesn't matter. A clown like you is enough to start the reception. But the blood you bring 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 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 Shade, obviously wanting to see Shade.
What would this unusual-looking guy do?
Shade brought the cup to his mouth, frowned, and took a careful sip.
[There is poison, but it can be ignored for you. It does not contain a curse.]
It is normal to have toxins. Dragon blood itself is poisonous. It is not like in fairy tales where drinking it can make people stronger.
"poisonous."
He simply said to the others, and then drank the bloody drink in one gulp. Although it had changed from blood to blood wine, the smell of blood was still there. Shade frowned and endured nausea as he drank the blood.
I drank the brew, but still felt the urge to retching. This was definitely not something humans should drink.
The witch didn't care about the poison and drank the blood brew like Shade. The old man in cloth armor took out another 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 saw that he had no idea of sharing the potion, so he followed the example of the little girl opposite.
Drink in small sips.
After the third bite, his whole body twitched and fell from the chair. The armored old man sitting next to him stared at him with wide eyes:
"he died."
The corpse melted into a scarlet blood stain on the floor, and then seeped into the ground, as if it had never appeared.
No one, including Shade, commented on this. But Shade took another look at the twins. He and the witch were fighting hard. The gray-haired old man had prepared an antidote in advance, but these two were not the witch's.
It's a bit strange that a little girl can drink impure dragon blood directly.
Next, the blood in the skin water bag brought by the armored old man was distributed equally to everyone. As everyone shook the wine glasses and the gods watched, he lowered his head and told his story:
"This is the blood of ice crystal butterflies that I spent a winter hunting in the far north of the Northern Continent. This is the top potion material for witches. It has nothing to do with power. Only the best hunters use the most patient
Methods can be used to capture them. As for my purpose, my friend, the poet Mr. von Klitzing, died during the exploration of the Northern Continent. I want to know who killed him."
As he spoke, he took the lead in drinking the blood brew in his hand. The saint also drank the cup of blood with narrowed eyes:
"Although it's not delicious enough, at least the chill is pretty good."
Like before, Shade put the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip.
The very faint smell of blood rushed into his mouth, and the extreme chill from the liquid staining his lips made Shade shiver.
Just taking a sip, he felt as if his hair was numb and his hands and feet were frozen. It was as if the wine glass in his hand contained not blood wine at all, but thousands of years of ice stored under the polar ice cap.
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He had never heard of the "Ice Crystal Butterfly". He didn't know if it had changed its name in the Sixth Age or if it had become extinct. But he could still bear the cold, so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and held the wine glass.
Pick it up and put it to your mouth, then take a big sip.
Liquid passes from the mouth into the throat and then slides down the esophagus into the stomach.
The temperature that seemed to freeze the blood allowed Shade to clearly perceive the entire eating process for the first time. For a moment, he thought that his body was starting to freeze and that he might never see little Mia again.
Later I discovered that there was just a layer of frost on the surface of my skin.
After the paralysis that made his whole body unable to move, as his body temperature returned to normal, Shade felt as comfortable as if he had been soaked in warm water.
He tried clenching his fists and found that everything was normal in his body. It was just the numbness brought by the cold that made his body's reaction a little slower, but it had little effect and was recovering quickly:
"What's wrong with me?"
[Specifically, your cold tolerance may have become stronger.]
This blood brew is more precious than Shade thought.