Whispering Verse ~

The reason why this **** is called "Vampire Duke Rael" is because in the early years of the fifth era, he used a body called "Duke Rael" as the body of a saint to commit crimes in the material world. A big case has been made. The change of the era made what happened at that time have long been behind the curtain of time, but clear evidence shows that it was the appearance of the "Vampire Duke Rael" that caused the rise of the vampire race in the early Fifth Epoch.

Therefore, people in later generations often used "Vampire Duke Lauel" to refer to this blood-sucking god.

The purpose of the blood-sucking gods appearing in the material world is mostly to taste the blood of different intelligent beings in various evil and weird ways. Sometimes it's just a special target, and sometimes it's like the [Lord of the Blood Feast], wanting to devour as much blood as possible.

The situation that Xia De encountered this time should be the former, but I don't know if he is the only guest at this reception.

Thinking about these complicated things in his heart, and after confirming that there were no other messages coming from his ears, Xia De took a step forward. The surrounding white mist immediately dissipated, and he came to a corridor lit with kerosene lamps.

But unlike the corridors of the Dreadfort, this time the corridors are clearly corridors in a noble building that is often used somewhere. On the left is a row of windows, from which one can see the eerie and peaceful night in the courtyard outside; on the right is the closed door, from which a weird laughter can be faintly heard.

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

Xia De thought in his heart, a little curious that he didn't encounter 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, I came to the corner of the corridor, where I can only turn to the right. After turning to the right, there is also a relatively spacious corridor, with walls on both sides, the bottom is about a palm's length white, and the area above is all painted with scarlet paint.

There are faded ancient oil paintings on the walls, and through the oil lamps hanging on the nails, you can see the horrific execution pictures on the oil paintings and the creatures that humans can't imagine at all.

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

He walked forward with his head down 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, we arrived at the end of the corridor, where there was a magnificent golden door with double openings. The relief on the gate depicts a lively banquet. But if you look carefully, there seems to be some people who look wrong at this banquet.

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

Knowing that he had reached his destination, Xia De took a deep breath, tidied 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 Xia De's house to the attic, but the area is still barely normal.

The floor of the room is covered with white porcelain floor tiles that were rarely seen even in 1853 of the Sixth Epoch, and the high-hanging crystal chandeliers hang down from the sky one by one, radiating light together with the bat-shaped kerosene lamps on the wall.

There was an eerie silence in the room, as well as extreme pressure. Xia De's nose twitched, blood was in the air. But unlike the blood mist that could almost turn into blood droplets when the [Lord of the Blood Banquet] appeared, the blood in the air now has a fruit wine smell, which is not very unpleasant.

There is a row of windows on the left side of the room. The curtains are not closed, but the windows are closed, and one can see the oppressive and eerie night in the manor courtyard. On the right side there are some small tables, chairs and cabinets, as if to entertain guests who cannot go to the table.

A long table covered with a white tablecloth was placed in the center of the room. Facing the door where Xia De was standing, that is, at the farthest end of the long table, sat a man in his thirties with a fair and handsome face in a blood-colored cloak.

Just looking at him, cracks appeared on the skin on the back of Xia De's hand, and then dots of golden light penetrated from the cracks in the skin.

He understood that this is the host of the reception.

"It's really interesting. It's really an accident to be the last guest to attend this reception on time."

The sage stared at Shad, and greeted Shad in a strangely excited tone in the sixth era's Delarion language.

"Good evening, God."

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

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

An obese half-bald middle-aged man in a gorgeous gown and a crown; two young girls around fourteen or fifteen years old wearing a black gauze skirt and a white gauze skirt respectively. Their handsome looks are very similar, and they all have black hair Long hair and blue eyes, probably twins; wearing a dark blue dress, although she looks forty or fifty years old, she is still a proud woman; wearing thick brown cloth armor, wearing

Wearing long-sleeved leather gloves, his face is full of weather-beaten chapped marks, the old man with sharp eyes but gray hair looks like a warrior who has experienced many vicissitudes.

It's a pity that there are no male superhumans in the fifth era, so they are only warriors.

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

[Only that adult woman is a witch. 】

She whispered in Xia De's ear.

Among the five people, the proud woman sat facing the saint, that is, at the other end of the long table closest to the door.

A half-bald middle-aged man and an old man in 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.

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

The mortals were all seated away from the gods, and they all looked at Shad at this moment.

"Unexpected guests, please take a seat, the reception is about to begin, I am looking forward to this reception now."

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

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

Xia De nodded, wanting to sit between the old man in armor and the half-bald middle-aged man, that is, facing the two little girls. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his footsteps, he heard the **** in black and red cloak say sternly:

"You, get out of your seat."

The middle-aged witch who turned around to look at Xia De trembled, turned around and supported the table, and stood up with her head down. She took the seat on the left, one seat away from the seat at the end, and one seat away from the two little girls.

"Take a seat, unexpected guest."

He sent an invitation.

Xia De sighed and walked towards the end of the table under the gaze of the other five people. The chair was automatically pulled, and Xia De came to the table. When he sat down, the chair moved forward to a suitable position.

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

As he looked at the gods, the dense lines on his body spread, and the light marks bloomed like burning golden embers. The crack even passed through the eye from the cheek, making him look at the god's right eye, which shone with golden light like a crack.

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

"Duke."

Xia De said under the tremendous mental pressure that almost made him unconscious, and the other five people were stunned at the same time, obviously finding that they understood Xia De's words:

"This reception..."

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

"...how is it going to end?"

No one expected that Xia De would make such an inquiry, let alone see such a terrible abnormality in a man.

But no one dared to speak to Xia De, because the gods were communicating with him:

"The mortals who come here on their own initiative are eager to obtain gifts through my reception."

The blood-sucking **** put his hands together on the table. He was quite rational, and he 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, and Xia De guessed what kind of king he was just now.

"They want to lift the curse and contract, and never separate."

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

"He wants to repay the kindness of others."

This should refer to the old man in armor.

"She is simply pursuing stronger power."

This sentence refers to a middle-aged witch.

"Then 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, Xia De would probably think that the other party is also a good **** based on this tone.

"I want to attend your drinking party and let it end in due course."

Xia De said honestly.

"But as a guest, you didn't bring the gift for the reception, that is, the blood that is precious enough."

"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 moved my nose, and I knew your blood meant nothing to me."

Indeed, while Shad's soul can harbor divinity ~www.mtlnovel.com~, there is nothing special about the body of a former homeless man. The **** with the title of "Vampire God"

It is understandable to feel sorry for his blood.

"Then... shall I come again next time?"

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

"No no no, this time I allow you to come empty-handed, but not next time. Next time, remember to make up for the blood that you didn't bring this time. The precious value, the story of the blood, or just very rare, these It will be all right."

Just like the original [Creator of Innocence], the Vampire God also knows about Shad. But it seems that to them, it is not surprising that there are mortals from the distant future.

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

"God, I'm honored to be able 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 to drink?"

The blood-sucking **** asked, Xia De hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell the truth:

"I usually don't drink if I don't have to."

"Then your life is really boring."

The saint laughed and said:

"Participate in 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 like them, just taste the wine with me. As for the end of the wine party? If all the mortals participating in the reception die, or all the blood brews are tasted, then the reception will of course be over."

Chapter end