Whispering Verse

The gray-haired old man with a [Demon Hunting Seal] in his hand obviously also knew the danger of demons, especially the evil spirits and demons of the third era, so he wisely chose to reject the demon's blood wine. The two little girls wanted to try, but were stopped by the middle-aged witch:

"Girls, even if you don't want to be my students in the future, I have to tell you a piece of common sense: never have anything to do with anything related to the devil."

Seeing that her expression was serious, the two little girls nodded and remained silent without saying anything more.

"The sixth and seventh types are to be introduced together, which are sun wine and moon wine respectively. I absorbed the blood of some ancient sunworms, mixed it with sunlight, and passed it deep in the earth's core through the blood held by the ancient sun ancestors. The essence of the sun is used to brew sun wine. I absorbed the blood of some ancient moon butterflies, mixed it with the coldest moonlight, and injected it with the power of the red moon that I controlled, and obtained this bottle of moon wine."

When the saint mentioned the "red moon", he raised his head and glanced at Shade:

"The two bottles of wine must be stored together to balance the unstable power. Correspondingly, if you don't want to die miserably, the two bottles of wine must be drank together, otherwise the body will be turned into light in an instant, and The soul will be drawn closer to the great star, and then fall into eternal madness. Is anyone willing to try it?"

The witch, the old man, and the twin girls all shook their heads. Upon hearing this, they knew that this power was not something that mortals should try. But Shade frowned slightly because the voice in his ear whispered:

[Perhaps, you can give it a try. 】

"Which one to try?"

【What do you think? 】

"Can I just have moon wine?"

Then he raised his head and said to the saint. The latter seemed not surprised at this result:

"Of course you can, but this will destroy the taste of sun sesame and moonlight, just like a mortal eating buns without sweet sauce for breakfast."

Fortunately, Shade never eats bread with sauce.

The two bottle corks popped out at the same time. First, they poured two bright red liquids with strange luster into the saint's wine glass. Then one of them flew in front of Shade and poured the wine into his glass. In the bright red wine, Has a cool luster.

Shade picked up the wine glass with one hand, and he felt a strong attraction that attracted him to drink the wine in front of him:

"The first moon of antiquity was silvery moonlight."

He said softly, the evil god did not pick up the wine glass, but looked at him with a smile:

"Yes."

"Later, due to unknown reasons, the ancient moon was divided into three, namely the yellow moon symbolizing guidance and chaos, the silver moon symbolizing holiness and mania, and the red moon symbolizing flesh and blood, or reproduction, or blood moon."

"Yes."

The evil god nodded again:

"I am the protector of all vampire races. They worship the blood moon. Naturally, I control part of the power of the red moon."

Shade nodded:

"Actually, I have always believed that I am illuminated by the silver moon, even though I don't know why."

"If you are willing to be transformed into a dependent by me, I can give you some tips."

The saint suggested very cautiously, and Shade shook his head gently:

"Sorry, at least I don't have such plans yet."

The other four people at the table lowered their heads, pretending not to hear the conversation.

"It doesn't matter. You can think about it again. After all, I'm always here, right?"

What he meant was that this god still existed until the Sixth Era when Shade truly was.

Shade looked at the drink in front of him, raised it to eye level, and looked at the saint across the table through the translucent red liquid. He first saw the red full moon in the liquid, and then through the red moon, he saw the god sitting at the other end of the table.

It wasn't the image of a middle-aged man wearing a red cloak, but a giant flesh-and-blood humanoid existence that he couldn't describe in any words that seemed to occupy the entire space.

Shade took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Under the surprised gazes of others, he raised his head and drank the blood brew in his hand. The cold but somewhat soft liquid slid down the throat to the stomach, and then red light radiated from the cracks on the body's surface, but it subsided in just a second.

Shade opened his eyes, and red light penetrated from his eyes, but gradually returned to peace, and finally disappeared completely. Laughter appeared in my ears, a very soft laughter:

[After tasting the blood wine of God, stranger, you have gained some understanding of the blasphemous ‘Red Moon’. 】

Not only did he have some insights, Shade felt that his control over the moonlight had also become much stronger because of this glass of wine. He hasn't had a chance to try it yet, but he believes that at least he can develop more diverse ways to use [Moonlight Slash].

“It tastes very good.”

Shade praised softly and put the wine glass back on the table. The saint facing him shook his head slightly, not knowing what he was feeling, and then drank the two mixed drinks of blood brewed in his wine glass.

So far, Shade has completed the three requirements of drinking the wine of Turin poisonous insects, the wine of elements, and the wine of the moon with the gods. For any mortal living in the fifth and sixth eras, this kind of achievement can be bragging about for a lifetime.

God said again:

"The eighth kind of blood brew is the warrior's wine. Although the veterans are of little use outside the battlefield, the blood and soul that have been tempered by the war are very interesting. Every once in a while, I will ask the servants to offer the warrior's wine. Blood, after countless years, I finally obtained a bottle of warrior wine worth collecting."

He paused:

"The very interesting thing about this wine is that men can greatly improve their physical fitness after drinking it, while women will most likely grow some extra organs after drinking it. After all, bringing together the two concepts of warrior and man, Only in this way can we create the most rugged yet interesting drink.”

After saying that, he looked directly at the gray-haired old man in armor. Shade is unwilling to drink human blood, and the Witch and the twin girls are obviously unwilling to face the "extra organ that is likely to grow."

The old man hesitated. This was already the eighth kind of blood brew, and he had to drink it with God at least once more. Although the warrior's wine is definitely not as simple as God said, at least among all the blood brews just now, it is considered relatively safe.

"Yes, God, I am willing to drink with you."

The blood wine was poured to the saint and the old man respectively. The former drank all the wine in the glass, and then looked at the latter at the table with great interest. The gray-haired old man in armor held the cup hesitantly. He had no other potions.

"Don't worry, I can detoxify it."

Shade said, but the witch reminded:

"Your antidote seems to come from elves, which can only be used against strong toxins that destroy the body. And that glass of wine may not be poisonous, but it has other effects."

"Do you have any idea?"

Shade asked the witch. The middle-aged witch had no interest in rescuing the old man. After all, he was a man. But after Shade took a look at it, he thought about it subconsciously, but still shook his head:

"My method can only work on witches."

Many magic potions that ring magicians can drink are extremely poisonous to ordinary people, so Shade can understand what she means.

"It doesn't matter. It's beyond my expectation to be able to get to this point."

The old man smiled and said to Shade. He hesitated for a moment and picked up the cup to drink, but was stopped by others:

"please wait a while."

The one who spoke was actually the younger of the twin girls in the black dress. Seeing everyone looking at her, the girl flinched. And her sister, the girl in the white dress, obviously wanted to stop her sister from speaking. But it was also because he saw everyone looking over, he sighed and said nothing more.

"We have medicine here."

The girl in the black dress whispered. She and her sister both had blue eyes and black hair. This hair color made Shade very fond of it.

As she spoke, the girl in the white dress, as her sister, took out a small flat rectangular red copper box from the side pocket of her skirt.

"Relic?"

Because of the presence of the saint, Shade's perception was greatly suppressed. It wasn't until he saw the relic being taken out that he realized that the girls, who were still ordinary people for the time being, were actually carrying relics.

"This is a [pill box for addiction patients]? You actually prepared this in advance?"

The witch next to the girls recognized what it was.

"We took it secretly when we ran away from home."

The little girl in black skirt said softly.

"Could your family be the one from the Southern Continent?"

The witch was very surprised. Seeing that Shade was a little confused, she explained to him:

"[Medicine Box for Addiction Patients], a demonic relic that can be used three times every 12 hours. You can get any drug you want. Although the extraordinary properties of the drug will not be very strong, it must be the kind you want. .The negative effect is addiction, but if you only use it once or twice, that terrible addiction can be overcome with willpower."

The grading methods of relics vary in different eras. Shade is not sure which grade "Devil Grade" corresponds to, but based on the characteristics, it should be Poet Grade or Clerk Grade.

"I can lend you this once."

The girl in the white dress said to the old man, and then handed the red copper-colored metal box to the witch. The witch handed it to Shade, and then passed it to the old man.

The gray-haired old man didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth, looked at the four people at this end of the table, and then drank the blood wine in his hand.

Terrible red veins spread from both sides of his esophagus to his whole body. Blood was seeping out of the pores all over his body. It wasn't that his body was "leaking blood," but rather that his body couldn't hold so much blood. At the same time, the old man's body expanded outward like an inflated balloon, and his hands, which were already bloated, quickly opened the medicine box, took out a plain white pill and threw it into his mouth.

PS: To prevent myself from remembering it wrong, let me emphasize here that the white dress is sister Grace and the black dress is sister Helen.