Whispering Verse

As the medicine was swallowed, the old man clenched his right hand and knocked on the table. He closed his eyes and showed an expression even scarier than when he drank the blood of poisonous insects just now. But at least his body's tendency to expand has stopped. Although blood is still leaking out, the expanded body is also shrinking inward.

Apparently, he managed to hold on this time. This means that Shade and the old man all spent the second session of the God's Drinking Party hosted by the vampire god, and the girls still need to drink together twice, and the witch needs one more time.

"Thanks."

The old man returned to normal and thanked the girls tiredly. This time he did not take out the ring as a thank you, but he obviously would not forget the people who had helped him.

"The ninth type of blood brew, ether wine. The origin of this bottle of blood brew is very interesting. Its raw materials are some magical creatures, which come from another god who once traded with me. I threw the bottle into the deep sea vortex, It has been concentrated under the pressure of the deep sea for tens of thousands of years, and then some blood of deep sea monsters is added as seasoning material. In my opinion, this bottle of wine belongs to the level of cherished mouthwash. After all, except for the special taste, it can only Providing mortals with an unimaginably huge spirit.”

"I want to try it."

The witch said immediately.

"So are we."

The girls also raised their hands.

There were no accidents when tasting the ninth blood brew. Although Shade was moved, he did not propose to try it again. The witch digested the huge spirit, but the price was that she looked ten years older.

And the twin girls did not drink blood wine without any cost this time. After they drank the wine together, Shade actually saw their hearts connected by a black chain shadow.

The huge spirit in the blood wine directly embodied the ties between the "twins" in the family inheritance contract. As the spirit was digested, the chain connecting to the heart began to shake rapidly.

As the elder sister, the girl in the white skirt almost bit her lip, but she just didn't make a sound, while the girl in the black skirt screamed in pain. If the witch sitting next to them hadn't kindly rescued them and guided them to release the spiritual energy accumulated in their bodies that would be fatal to ordinary people, I'm afraid it would be difficult for the girls to remain normal.

But after surviving the abundant spirits in the ether wine, and learning how to use powers that were not their own under the guidance of the witch, they are getting closer and closer to officially awakening as witches.

The time has come to the 27th minute when Shade entered the Night Manor, and 9 of the ten bottles of wine in front of the saint have been opened. It seemed that this blood-sucking god was counting the time so that Shade could leave just in time.

"The last bottle of blood brew, the wine of the soul. I went to the place where the soul ends and got a bowl of pure water."

He nodded to Shade:

"Yes, it is the place you just left. I will integrate the blood of the soul-sucking ghosts that I have exterminated into it, and store the wine bottle and the wine in the soul of the mortal baby I have chosen, and let the wine interact with him. Spend a life together and witness everything the soul goes through. This cycle happened ninety-nine times, and this bottle of wine was born."

This god doesn't mind the trouble at all in order to obtain the wine.

The cork popped open, and everyone at the table, including Shade, couldn't help but look at the mouth of the bottle. Without any introduction from the gods, they also understood the function of this bottle of wine——

Make the soul stronger.

No mortal soul can refuse such a temptation. Even if Shade's soul can infect divinity, he is still attracted by this opportunity.

"Only an absolutely powerful soul can drink it. A river can accommodate the impact of a stream, but an ant hole cannot."

The god said, looking at the twin girls:

"The medicine in your medicine box has no effect on the soul. So, do you want to drink this last glass of wine with me?"

The girls couldn't agree even if they wanted to. This was already the last bottle of blood brew. They looked at each other, because it was obvious that even with the connection of souls and the power of family inheritance, they were not considered "strong souls" in any way.

"please wait a while."

This time it was Shade who spoke. He glanced at the girls:

"You said that I can use the third bottle of wine I brought to offset the opportunity to drink blood brew. Now that I have drank three glasses of wine with you, can I give this opportunity to these two young men? girl?"

Although this means that Shade will have to find another kind of blood next time, for him, it is just a matter of time and gold pounds.

"Sure, but... there are two of them, and you can only offset one drink."

The saint said calmly.

"I'm my sister, I'm here to drink!"

The girl in the white skirt said immediately, reaching out to get the cup, but was stopped by the girl in the black skirt who had always looked timid:

"No, you've done enough, Grace."

She stared at her sister, showing a strength she had never shown before:

"You have always been protecting me, and you have been like this since I was a child. We have agreed to be together forever. Are you the only one who can pay for me?"

"But I am my sister"

"Girls, please be quiet."

Shade stopped this dialogue in time, which seemed to be in a court novel. Dorothy might be interested in this story, but he didn't have much time and didn't have time to listen to the conversation between the two sisters:

"I'll drink on their behalf."

He looked up again at the god at the table.

Without even giving others a chance to react, the bottle of soul wine was poured into the wine glasses at both ends of the long table.

Shade took a deep breath, picked up the wine glass and stared at the god:

"I have to admit, this is indeed a very good drinking party."

He spoke words of praise that did not require gold pounds.

"Thank you for the compliment. You have really good taste."

The gods also responded. They raised their glasses together and touched each other slightly across the long table. The sound of the glasses actually clashing could be heard in the air.

Shade drank all the wine in the glass, and then he felt that his soul was drawing strength, but there was no pain. The soul, which is enough to store divinity, is completely unaffected by this glass of wine.

"gentlemen."

The girls wanted to say thank you, but Shade ran out of time.

"Then we'll see you next time, Vampire God. I will bring a better gift next time."

He said, already standing up and about to turn and walk towards the door. Rather than being dragged away by an invisible force, Shade preferred to walk into the white mist door on his own.

The twin girls wanted to open their mouths to say thank you, but Shade, who had already reached the door, heard the voice of the god.

The double doors that turned into blood red at some point automatically opened in front of Shade, revealing the endless white mist behind them. Shade stood at the door and turned to look at the blood-sucking god. The latter held the empty cup and said softly:

"I notice you are helping the mortals here? Unexpected guest, do you want to be a good person?"

This is the Delarian language of the Sixth Age.

"No, I just want to do what I want to do."

The saint said:

"I appreciate the kindness you show me."

Shade didn't say anything. He would be leaving in ten seconds. These matters can be left to be resolved next time.

"But I'm curious, if you master the ability to suck blood, whether you would use it to strengthen yourself."

Although he didn't show much cruelty, the evil god was indeed the evil god.

"God, please forgive my offense. I refuse to become a vampire."

Shade said, and started counting down in his heart:

"three."

There is simply not enough time for the evil god to force him to transform, unless the other party dares to do it when Shade is pulled into the White Mist Gate.

"No, no, I'm not interested in converting you. What I want to say is, would you like to hear my story?"

The saint clasped his hands together and placed them on the table. The tapestry with scarlet symbols behind him was trembling slightly. No, even the weird-shaped kerosene lamp on the wall and the string of teeth hanging from the red crystal chandelier. They all began to tremble.

"two."

He spoke:

"Sorry, I have to leave now."

"So."

The vampire god seemed to be smiling, he was very proud. Shade was retreating backwards, and the white mist gradually enveloped him.

"One! Ha, I'm safe!"

"What do you think of the ten stories I told about winemaking just now?"

The last words came into his ears, and at the same time, the white mist in front of him completely blurred Shade's vision. He could only see the saint's scarlet eyes, which seemed to be able to drag any soul into a pool of blood, staring at him. .

"It turns out He was planning this."

[The blood-sucking gods look down at the earth from the sky, using their power, desire and bloody hands to brew endless blood brew. It's manic thirst for blood, it's the perfect collection of weirdness, it's a chaotic tale of blood and wine. 】

[You listened to the story of the old god "Vampire Duke Loair", and you learned one of the blasphemies of the old god "Vampire Duke Loair". 】

"Wait a minute, you're not going to say that I'm going to become a vampire just because I listened to the story of the gods brewing wine, right?"

[Outlander, you have obtained the spell - Blood Wine Brewing. 】