Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 567 - Eachs Blood Brew

Chapter 567: Chapter 567: Each’s Blood Brew Chapter 567: Chapter 567: Each’s Blood Brew In the silent banquet hall, the Saint’s pressure oppressed everyone present. If not for the special properties of Night Manor and the Deity’s deliberate restraint, probably only Shard would be able to sit here at this moment.

“I understand, Deity, and thank you for allowing me to join your wine party,”

Shard nodded, saying pleasantries that cost no Gold Pound, his glance sliding to the other five individuals at the table.

These five people had come here of their own volition due to their respective desires, hoping that by attending the banquet they could realize goals unattainable by mundane means, so they weren’t surprised by the directions given by the Deity.

“But do they really dare to seek help from the Evil God, are the people of the Fifth Era all so brave?”

Shard silently pondered.

After a snap of fingers, a glass goblet appeared by everyone’s hand.

“The unexpected guests seem unable to stay long at the party. So this time, let’s sample the blood each of you brought, and then listen to your stories, which I am sure will be very interesting. Next time, I’ll provide my Blood Brew, and after you taste it, you can share your thoughts. For the last time, we can try the three types of blood brought by the unexpected guests. If you survive, then naturally, you will receive my blessing,”

He said, pausing to look at Shard:

“The same goes for you.”

All but Shard, the other five individuals took out their own sealed containers.

The middle-aged, partially bald King held a smooth silver flask sealed with lead; the Armored Elder produced a somewhat worn leather waterskin stoppered with wood; the Witch brought out a pure gold cube, Shard recognized this—Miss Feliana’s notebook mentioned it, an Alchemical Item used for sealing and preserving precious materials; as for the two young girls, they brought out a porcelain bottle together.

The Deity waved his hand, and the King’s silver flask opened on its own. A crimson liquid with a foul odor flew out, and evenly filled the seven glass goblets. Shard estimated by sight, the liquid level in everyone’s goblet was of the same height.

“And your story?”

The Saint lifted his goblet and gently swirled it, as though aerating the wine. And as he swirled, Shard noticed the blood seemed to change color slightly.

He too picked up the goblet by his side and swirled it gently, albeit less skillfully, but indeed, the blood in his goblet also changed. Its color faded slightly, and the stench of blood clearly weakened; Shard could even smell a hint of alcohol.

The “Vampire Duke Lowell” had provided goblets that could turn regular blood directly into Blood Brew.

“Is it a Relic?”

[No Whisper Element is felt from the cup itself, only the Desecration Element.]

“It is the power of the Evil God.”

Like Shard did, the others looked towards the partially bald King, who was nervously bowing his head looking at the tabletop, his voice trembling as he spoke:

“I…I am the King of Chapar Kingdom from the Western Continent, and my nation is on the brink of extinction. Those greedy Knights want to divide my land, my property, and my family. I must defeat them, hang them all, and decorate my castle with their severed heads. I know of you, the great God of the Vampire Race, Duke Lowell, I know of your greatness.”

He too, like Shard, picked up the goblet by his side and gently swirled it, although his shaking hands were quite severe, the goblet itself didn’t waste a single drop:

“I found a Witch living in the forest, and with a large sum of gold, I obtained this. This is Dragon Blood, the blood of a Pureblood Dragon.”

“No, this is the blood of the Half-Blood Dragon Species. I believe the Witch has deceived you,”

said the Saint calmly, and for a moment, Shard thought the partially bald King might lift his head in surprise, but he suppressed his instinctive desire:

“What… I… this… I did not mean to commit Desecration…”

His voice grew quieter and quieter.

“It’s fine, a jester like you is suitable enough to start the banquet. However, the blood you brought isn’t of high quality. Even if you survive until the end, what you’ll receive will only be of equal value to what you brought.”

The deity drained the Blood Brew in his hand, while the mortals on the other side of the table swirled their goblets, then sized each other up. In the end, all five of them turned their gaze towards Shard, clearly wanting to see how this extraordinary-looking fellow would proceed.

Shard brought the cup to his lips, frowning and cautiously took a sip.

[The toxin is present, but it can be ignored for you. There is no curse within.]

The presence of toxin is normal; dragon blood itself is poisonous and doesn’t grant strength to those who drink it, unlike in fairy tales.

“It’s poisonous.”

He simply told the others, then downed the bloody drink. Although it had turned from blood to Blood Wine, the taste of blood was still there. Shard frowned, suppressing the nausea as he drank the Blood Brew, but still felt an urge to retch; this was definitely not something meant for human consumption.

The Witch, indifferent to the toxin, drank her Blood Brew in a single gulp like Shard. The old man in cloth armor took out another wooden flask, drinking a Potion that was likely a magic potion, before downing the Blood Brew; the two little girls frowned and took small sips of the liquid in their cups; the middle-aged King hesitated, glanced at the old man, saw that he had no intention of sharing his magic potion, and also began to sip in small mouthfuls like the little girls across from him.

After the third sip, he convulsed and fell from his chair.

The Armored Elder sitting beside him widened his eyes and said:

“He’s dead.”

The body melted into a crimson stain on the floor and then soaked into the ground, as if it had never been there.

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Including Shard, no one commented on this. But Shard took another look at the twin girls; he and the Witch resisted the toxin, the old man with graying hair had prepared an antidote in advance, but these two girls, who were not witches, could actually drink the impure dragon blood directly, which was quite strange.

Next, the Armored Elder distributed the blood from his leather flask evenly among everyone. Under the watchful eyes of the deity and the swirling of goblets by all, he too lowered his head and told his story:

“This is the blood of the Ice Crystal Butterfly that I hunted in the Far North of the Northern Continent over an entire winter. It is a top-tier Potion Ingredient for witches, unrelated to strength, only the best hunter with the utmost patience can capture them. As for my purpose, my friend, the poet Mr. Von Kriqing, died during an expedition in the Northern Continent. I want to know, who killed him.”

While speaking, he too downed the Blood Brew in his hand, and the Saint also narrowed his eyes and drank from his cup:

“Though not particularly delicious, at least the chill is quite nice.”

Shard, like before, brought the goblet to his lips and took a sip.

A very faint smell of blood rushed into his mouth, and the liquid that stained his lips exuded an extreme chill that made Shard shiver all over.

Merely having taken a sip, he felt his head buzzing and his limbs freezing stiff. It was as if what the goblet contained wasn’t Blood Wine at all, but rather millennia-old ice from beneath the vast polar ice caps.

He had never heard of the “Ice Crystal Butterfly,” unsure if its name had changed in the Sixth Era or it had gone extinct. But he could bear this chill, so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, lifted the goblet to his lips, and took a big gulp.

The liquid entered his mouth, down his throat, and slid into his stomach through his esophagus.

That sensation, as if it could freeze his blood, for the first time allowed Shard to vividly perceive the entire path of ingestion. For a moment, he thought his body was icing over and that he might never see Mia again. It was only after he realized that just a layer of frost had formed on the surface of his skin.

After the paralyzing numbness of being unable to move his entire body passed, and his body temperature started to return to normal, Shard felt as comfortable as if he had soaked in warm water.

He tried clenching his fists and found that everything was normal. The numbing sensation from the cold slowed his reactions a bit, but the effect was not significant and rapidly fading:

“What happened to me?”

[To be specific, your resistance to cold may have increased somewhat.]

This Blood Brew was more precious than Shard had expected.