Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 569

2021-12-31

Chapter 567 Five hundred and sixty-sixth God's Reception
The reason why this god is called It is called "Duke Lauer of Vampires" because he used a body called "Duke Lauer" as the body of a saint to commit a major crime in the material world in the early years of the fifth era. The replacement of the era made what happened at that time, long lost behind the curtain of time, but clear evidence shows that it was the appearance of "Vampire Duke Lauer" that made the blood-sucking race rise in the early stages of the Fifth Age.

Therefore, people of later generations often use "Vampire Duke Laurel" to refer to the blood-sucking god.

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

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

Thinking of these complicated matters, Shade took a step forward after confirming that there was no other information in his ears. The surrounding white fog dissipated immediately, and he came to a corridor with kerosene lamps lit.

But unlike the corridors of the Dreadfort, the corridors of this time are clearly corridors in a noble building somewhere that is often used. On the left is a row of windows, and you can see the weird and quiet night in the courtyard outside; on the right is the closed door, and you can vaguely hear the weird laughter coming from the door.

"If I were to sing the songs of the Demoness here, I wouldn't know at what point in time I would enter the Demoness Council."

Shade thought to himself, a little curious that there was no such thing this time. Immediately in danger. But the atmosphere in this corridor and the oppressive night outside the window really made him uncomfortable, so he walked along the corridor.

After dozens of steps, I came to the corner of the corridor, where I can only turn right. After turning to the right, it is also a fairly spacious corridor, with walls on both sides, and the bottom is about the length of a palm is white, and the above area is all painted with scarlet paint.

Faded old oil paintings hang on the walls. With the oil lamps hanging on nails, you can see the terrifying execution pictures on the oil paintings and the creatures that are completely unimaginable by human beings.

Even Shade didn't dare to look at those oil paintings. The effect of these paintings on the spiritual infection was beyond his expectations.

He walked forward with his head down as much as he could, but still Whisper tried to get him to stop and look at the painting. Half a minute later, at the end of the corridor, there is a magnificent golden door that opens twice. The relief on the gate depicts a lively banquet. But if you look closely, there seem to be some people who don't look right at this banquet.

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

Knowing that he had reached his destination, Shade took a deep breath, tidied up 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 Shade's house from the first floor to the attic, but the area is barely normal.

The floor of the room is covered with white porcelain floor tiles, which are rare even in 1853 of the sixth era, and the high-hanging crystal chandeliers hang from the sky one by one, together with the bat-style kerosene lamps on the walls. Radiant light.

There's an eerie silence inside, and a lot of pressure. Shade's nose twitched, blood energy permeating the air. But unlike the blood mist that could almost turn into blood droplets when the [Blood Feast Lord] appeared, the blood energy in the air was now mixed with the smell of fruit wine, which was not too bad.

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 depressing and eerie night in the courtyard of the manor. On the right side are some small tables, chairs and cabinets, as if to entertain guests who cannot be served.

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

Just looking at him, the skin on the back of Shade's hand cracked, and then the golden rays of light scattered from the cracks in the skin.

He understood, this is the host of the reception.

"It's funny, the last guest to this reception on time is a surprise."

The sage stared at Shade, and in the Delarion language of the Sixth Age, in a A strange zealous tone made a welcome.

"Good evening, God."

Shade dared not look at the saint for long, so he bowed slightly in respect.

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

A fat, half-bald middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe and a crown; two little girls of about fourteen or fifteen years old in black gauze skirts and white gauze skirts, their handsome The appearance is very similar, with long black hair and blue eyes, probably twin; wearing a deep blue dress, although she looks forty-fifty years old, but still a proud woman; wearing thick brown cloth armor, wearing Long-sleeved leather gloves, a face full of weather-beaten cracks, an old man with sharp eyes but hair grey-white, this look is a warrior who has experienced vicissitudes of life.

Unfortunately, there were no male transcenders in the Fifth Age, so it was only warrior.

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

[Only that adult woman is Demoness. ]

She whispered in Shade's ear.

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

The half-bald middle age person and the old man in the cloth armor sat on the left side of the long table, the former was five seats away from the Demoness, and the latter was in the middle of the two.

Two little girls sat on the right side of the long table, next to each other, but three seats away from the middle-aged Demoness.

Mortals are in their seats away from the gods, and are looking towards Shade at this time.

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

The red robe god urged, and then added:
"From your next sentence, they can understand your language."

Shade nods, trying to sit between the half-bald old man in armour and the middle-aged man, also It is directly opposite the position of the two little girls. didn't expect just raised his footsteps when he heard the black clothed red cloak god say sternly:

"You, move your seat."

Turn around to look at Shade's The middle-aged Demoness shivered a bit, turned around and supported the table, and stood up with his head lowered. She took the seat on the left, one position away from the seat at the end, and one position away from the two little girls.

"Take a seat, unexpected guest."

He sent the invitation.

Shade sighed, walking to one end of the table as the other five watched. The chair opened automatically, Shade came to the table, and when he sat down, the chair moved forward to a suitable position.

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

As he looked at the gods, the densely packed lines on his body spread, and the light marks bloomed like burning golden embers. The crack even went through the eye from the cheek, making him stare at the god's right eye, glittering golden rays of light like a split.

Fortunately, this is just a decoration, the essence is still a little afterglow spontaneously emitted by the divinity in the soul.

"The Duke."

Shade said under the enormous mental pressure that almost made him coma. p>

"This reception."

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

".How can we end it?"

Anyone didn't expect Shade to make such a question, and even more didn't expect to see a man who could have this A terrifying anomaly.

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

"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 on the table. He was quite sensible, and he didn't even look like 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 Man, Shade just guessed what kind of king the other party was.

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

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 is middle-aged Demoness.

"Then before the reception, please tell me, what do you want? Unexpected guests?"

The god asked, if you don't know the other party's information, listen to this tone , Shade will probably think that the other party is also a good god.

“I want to join your reception and let it end at the right time.”

Shade said honestly.

"But as a guest, you didn't bring the gift of attending the reception, which is precious enough blood."

"But I."

He Want to extend the hand wrist.

"I don't want your blood."

The voice of the blood-sucking god is very elegant:
"I just wiggled my nose and knew that your blood means nothing to me. No."

It's true that while Shade's soul is capable of hoarding divinity, there's nothing special about the body of the former tramp. It is understandable that the gods with the title of "God of Vampires" look down on his blood.

"Then I'll come again next time?"

Shade asked tentatively again, wondering where he was going 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 you didn't bring this time. Precious value, blood story, Or just being rare, that's all."

Like the original [Innocent Creator], the Vampire God knows about Shade. But it seems to them that it is not surprising that mortals have come to the present from the distant future.

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

"God, I am honored to have a wine tasting with you, but may I ask this? How's the party going to end?"

Shade hadn't forgotten what he wanted to do.

"Do you like drinking?"

The blood-sucking god asked, and Shade hesitated before deciding to speak frankly:

"If it's not necessary, I usually You don't drink alcohol."

"Then your life is really boring."

The saint said with a smile:
"At my drinking party, you give enough Blood, and taste the blood wine I offer, and those who survive will be able to leave. It's very simple, you are like them, just drink with me. As for the end of the party? When the mortals who participated in the party are dead, or all If the blood brew is tasted, then of course the party is over."

(end of this chapter)