Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 607 - Wine Tasting
Chapter 607: Chapter 607: Wine Tasting
Chapter 607: Chapter 607: Wine Tasting
“So are you all ready? This is going to be very interesting,” said the Saint, smiling. As a pop sounded, the cork of the first of ten bottles of Blood Wine automatically flew open:
“The first bottle, Blood of the Evil Soul. I spent a hundred years collecting the souls and blood of 999 tremendously wicked people to brew this Blood Wine.”
God’s collection was utterly different from the blood others brought last time. When the cork was opened, Shard actually heard wails and curses emanating from the bottle.
“Blood Wine is not just blood, but also souls…”
“Of course, if it were merely the blood and souls of sinners, that would be too bland. So, in the last year, I found a girl with the purest soul, became a mortal to fall in love with her, and on the night of our wedding, I killed her, adding her blood and soul into the Blood Wine,” said the Saint.
Shard and the Armored Elder’s expressions subtly changed; the other was indeed an Evil God.
“The last soul is a rather fine catalyst, a marvelous catalyst, which gives this bottle of Blood Wine an extraordinary taste. So, would anyone like to share a drink with me?”
He looked towards the mortals at the table.
Although the ingredients of the bottle didn’t sound poisonous, the “souls” in mysticism are invasive. Drinking Blood Wine brewed from so many tormented souls could contaminate one’s own, unless one had a very powerful soul.
This was basic knowledge about souls in mysticism, which both Shard and the Witch knew. Therefore, both of them shook their heads immediately. Although Shard’s soul harbored a drop of Divinity, he wasn’t sure if he could withstand the power of the Deity’s personally brewed Blood Wine.
Seeing that both Shard and the Witch refused, the old man and the twin girls wisely shook their heads as well.
“What a pity. Drinking this bottle of wine could have directly enhanced the power of one’s soul,” said the Saint regretfully as the bottle automatically poured a shallow layer of liquid into His glass. He swirled it slightly and then downed it in one gulp:
“Unexpected guest, don’t you seek power?”
“I just prefer to seek it by other means,” Shard replied cautiously, as a strange smile appeared on the Saint’s face, slightly revealing His sharp teeth:
“Well then, the second bottle.
This one is very interesting, I call it ‘Wine of Desecration.’ It contains the blood and souls of betrayers from the Vampire Race who desecrated me. Since a desecrator never vanishes, the contents of this bottle have continued to grow richer and richer. By now, I can’t even convey through a simple number how many desecrated souls are inside it. So, would anyone like to share a drink with me?”
This bottle sounded even more dreadful than the previous one, leading Shard and the Witch to shake their heads immediately, and soon after, the old man and the twin girls also refused.
“You all really are dull. The previous bottle of wine could have transformed any of you into a higher Vampire Kind directly—a power easily within your reach, and yet none of you noticed.”
Power always has a price, especially when it comes freely. Such temptation was useless for Shard, the Witch, and the Armored Elder, but the twin girls seemed somewhat tempted.
However, the older girl in a white dress wisely shook her head and still chose to refuse the wine.
“The third bottle, Elemental Wine. Earth, fire, water, air, and Aether—I captured five powerful elemental lifeforms in the distant past and took their Blood Wine to concoct this bottle. Would anyone like to try?”
He looked directly at the Witch, who paused for a moment:
“Deity, I would like to share this glass of wine with You.”
She became the first at the gathering to choose to share a drink with the Deity.
“Would anyone else like to try?”
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He then looked towards Shard, who inwardly asked:
“What would happen if I drank this Blood Wine?”
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He hesitated for a moment, then nodded:
“I’d like to try as well.”
Since this type of Blood Wine was obviously not meant for ordinary humans, the Armored Elder outright refused. Although the twin girls had the potential to become witches, they were not witches yet. After hesitating, they too chose to refuse.
As a result, the bottle poured half a glass of liquid for each of the three glasses. The Blood Wine of elemental life was also bright red, but it had a rainbow-like shimmer within the red.
The crystal lamp hung down in strands of sharp points, swaying above the long table. In the hall that had gradually turned blood red, the Deity held His tall glass, sipping the wine while watching Shard and the Witch. Prepared as if expecting this, the Witch, without waiting for Shard to pick up his glass, directly downed the wine in front of her.
The next second, her body visibly swelled at a pace visible to the naked eye, as if about to explode. However, as the witch chanted, the unventable energy was guided by her towards her long hair.
The excess spirit, or rather, aether and mana, made her hair grow rapidly until it piled up like a small mountain behind her like a waterfall and stopped.
“The witch’s hair growth curse.”
She said to Shard.
Shard nodded, picked up his cup and took a small sip, tilting his head as if he was listening to something. Then, under the astonished gazes of the other four, the huge brass ring appeared amidst steam whistles and bell sounds. Four-color auras penetrated the steam mist, illuminating in all directions.
Shard also downed the liquid in his glass in one go, and as the cold, fishy, and alcoholic liquid slid down his throat, a massive spirit that almost made him cry out in pain surged into his body and soul.
The danger of drinking this cup of wine lay in how not to be blown apart by the huge spirit or aether within it. Common sorcery and arcane techniques, or the power of a witch, were not sufficient to quickly dissipate these spirits, and the growth curse the witch had just used must be one of those special curses.
Fortunately, Shard had also mastered a power that could consume a massive amount of spirit in one go. As he boomed down his glass, the girl in white at the table had already stretched out her right hand, catching the snowflakes falling from the sky:
“Is it snowing?”
Maze Lock unfolded, pulling the end of the long table where everyone was seated into the snowing street. But whether it was the presence of the saint or the influence of the eerie Night Manor, they still sat at the long table, which ran through both Maze Lock and the manor as if the two spaces were forcibly stitched together.
But being within Maze Lock greatly reduced the influence brought by the saint. At least the remaining four people could now look around everywhere.
The armored elder looked up at the starry sky, his face nostalgic; the twin girls, however, stared in surprise at the snowfall in front of them, perhaps recalling something; only the witch looked towards Shard, hesitating a moment:
“Maze Lock?”
“Yes.”
It seemed that this special ability, “Maze Lock,” also existed within the witch’s power system.
“I remember the last time on this street, sitting by the table, I was playing cards with that captain… I actually used Maze Lock twice within half an hour.”
Shard thought to himself, while the spirit inside his body rapidly maintained the arcane technique through the Ring of Fate, his right hand twirled in the air, as if pulling out a burning match from the air:
“The first wish, I…”
He hesitated a moment, then changed what he was about to say:
“Our antitoxin resistance increased.”
He abruptly blew out the matchstick in front of him, sending a tiny spark towards everyone. The witch looked even more surprised, the white-haired elder touched his body in astonishment, and the girls looked at Shard as he did this, not expecting him to act like that.
This was, of course, not a permanent enhancement but a consumable state. Shard had thought of using the four wishes of the Little Match Girl to boost his toxin resistance, but ultimately, he felt compassion. After all, when facing a deity, whether it was a full power of Maze Lock or a quarter of it, the difference wasn’t significant.
“The second wish.”
Then he pulled out a second burning match:
“Our psychic resistance increased.”
Then the third match:
“We can linger longer in a near-death state.”
Finally, the fourth match, Shard used all the spirit brought by the Blood Wine and the spirit restored after entering Night Manor:
“Our luck becomes very good.”
The starry sky above disappeared, the snowy street faded like a discolored oil painting around them. Only the last few snowflakes, trembling as they fell from above, landed in the twin girls’ hands and then melted.
“You refused the Blood of the Sinner I offered, and you showed me your compassion. Does this mean, you are trying to tell me that you are kind?”
The deity asked.
“Sorry, I don’t think I meant that.”
The deity smiled:
“Well then, next is the fourth type of blood. You see, this is interesting, isn’t it?”
