Chapter 568

The reason why this god was called "Blood Duke Lao Ai" was because in the early years of the Fifth Era, He used a body known as "Duke Lao Ai" as a saintly vessel and committed a major case in the material world. The change of eras meant that what happened at that time had long since fallen behind the curtain of time, but clear evidence showed that it was the appearance of "Blood Duke Lao Ai" that caused the vampire race to rise in the early Fifth Era.

Therefore, people of later generations often used "Blood Duke Lao Ai" to refer to this God of Vampires.

And the purpose of the God of Vampires appearing in the material world was mostly to taste the blood of different intelligent lives in various evil and strange ways. Sometimes it was just because He took a fancy to a special target, and sometimes it was like the 【Lord of the Blood Banquet】, wanting to devour as much mortal blood as possible.

And the situation Xia De encountered this time should be the former, but he didn't know if he was the only guest at this banquet.

Thinking about these complex things in his heart, and confirming that no other information came to his ears, Xia De took a step forward. The surrounding white fog immediately dissipated, and he arrived at a corridor lit by kerosene lamps.

But unlike the corridor of the Castle of Terror, this corridor was clearly a corridor in a noble building that was frequently used. On the left was a row of windows, from which one could see the eerie, tranquil night scene of the courtyard outside; on the right were closed doors, from which one could vaguely hear strange laughter coming from inside.

"If I start singing the witches' songs here, I don't know which witch council of which time point I will enter."

Xia De thought to himself, a little curious that he didn't encounter danger immediately this time. But the atmosphere in this corridor, and the oppressive night scene outside the window, really made him uncomfortable, so he walked forward along the corridor.

After a few dozen steps, he arrived at a corner of the corridor, where he could only turn right. After turning right, it was also a fairly spacious corridor, with walls on both sides. The bottom length of about a palm was white, and the area above was all painted with scarlet pigment.

Faded, ancient oil paintings hung on the walls. Borrowing the oil lamps hanging on the nails, one could see terrifying execution scenes in the oil paintings and those creatures that humans could not imagine at all.

Even Xia De dared not look at those oil paintings too much; the mental infection effect of these paintings really exceeded his expectations.

He walked forward with his head down as much as possible, but whispers trying to make him stop and look at the oil paintings still lingered in his ears. Half a minute later, he reached the end of the corridor, where there was a grand, double-door golden gate. The relief on the gate depicted a lively banquet. But if one looked closely, there seemed to be some people at this banquet who looked wrong.

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

Knowing that he had reached his destination, Xia De took a deep breath and tidied his clothes before lifting his feet and walking in.

Behind the door was a large noble dining room that seemed to be built for giants. From the ceiling to the ground, it was at least as high as the first floor to the attic of Xia De's house, but the area was barely normal.

The floor of the room was paved with white porcelain tiles that were rare even in 1853 of the Sixth Era, and high-hanging crystal chandeliers hung down one by one from the high altitude, radiating light together with the bat-style kerosene lamps on the walls.

There was a strange silence in the room, as well as extreme pressure. Xia De's nose twitched, and the smell of blood permeated the air. But unlike the blood mist that could almost turn into blood droplets when the 【Lord of the Blood Banquet】 appeared, the smell of blood in the air now was mixed with a kind of fruit wine, which was not very unpleasant.

On the left side of the room was a row of windows. The curtains were not tightly closed, but the windows were closed, and one could see the oppressive and eerie night scene of the manor courtyard. On the right were some small tables, chairs, and cabinets, as if to entertain guests who could not sit at the table.

A long table covered with a white tablecloth was placed in the center of the room. Directly facing the position where Xia De stood at the door, which was the farthest end of the long table, sat a man in his thirties, wearing a blood-colored cloak, with a fair and handsome face.

Just by making eye contact with Him, cracks appeared on the skin of Xia De's back of his hand, and then dots of golden light seeped out from the cracks in the skin.

He understood that this was the host of the banquet.

"How interesting, the last guest to attend this banquet on time is really a surprise."

The Saint watched Xia De and made a welcome in a strange, enthusiastic tone in the Delarion language of the Sixth Era.

"Good evening, God."

Xia De dared not look at the Saint for a long time, so he bowed slightly to show respect.

Following a harsh sound, the two doors closed behind Xia De, and Xia De also noticed the other five people sitting at the table.

A fat, semi-bald middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown; two little girls of about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing black gauze skirts and white gauze skirts respectively. Their handsome appearances were extremely similar, both having long black hair and blue eyes, probably twins; a proud woman in a deep blue long dress, who looked like she was in her forties or fifties but still had her charm; an old man wearing thick brown cloth armor, wearing long-sleeved leather gloves, his face full of wind-beaten chapped marks, his eyes sharp but his hair gray. This looked like a battle-hardened warrior.

It was a pity that there were no male extraordinary beings in the Fifth Era, so it was just a warrior.

"Looks like I didn't meet Miss Feilian this time."

【Only that adult woman is a witch.】

She whispered in Xia De's ear.

Among the five, the proud woman sat at the position directly facing the Saint, which was the position closest to the door at the other end of the long table.

The semi-bald middle-aged man and the old man in cloth armor sat on the left side of the long table. The former was separated from the witch by five seats, and the latter was in the center of the two.

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

The mortals were all sitting away from the god, and at this time they all looked at Xia De.

"Unexpected guest, take your seat quickly. The banquet is about to begin. I am actually looking forward to this banquet now."

The red-robed god urged, and then added:

"From your next sentence, they will all be able to understand your language."

Xia De nodded, wanting to sit between the old man in armor and the semi-bald middle-aged man, which was the position directly facing the two little girls. Unexpectedly, just as he lifted his feet, he heard the god in the black clothes and red cloak say sternly:

"You, give up your seat."

The middle-aged witch who turned to look at Xia De trembled, turned back, held the table, and stood up with her head down. She sat in the seat on her left hand, separated from the seat at the end by one position, and also separated from the two little girls by one position.

"Take your seat, unexpected guest."

He issued an invitation.

Xia De sighed and walked toward one end of the dining table under the gaze of the other five people. The chair pulled out automatically. Xia De came to the table, and when he sat down, the chair moved forward on its own to a suitable position.

Looking at the five people with different expressions, Xia De said nothing. He placed his right arm on the clean white tablecloth, tilted his body slightly toward the front right, lifted his face, and looked forward.

Following the eye contact with the god, dense patterns spread on his body, and light marks bloomed like burning golden embers. The chapped marks even passed through his eyes from his cheeks, making his right eye, which was looking at the god, flash with golden light as if it were cracking.

Fortunately, this was just a decoration; the essence was still the divinity in the soul spontaneously radiating some afterglow.

"Duke."

Xia De said while enduring the huge mental pressure that almost made him faint. The other five people were stunned at the same time, clearly discovering that they understood Xia De's words:

"This banquet..."

The semi-bald man was surprised, the two little girls were terrified, the armored old man frowned and hesitated, and the middle-aged witch's expression was grim.

"... how can it end?"

No one expected Xia De to ask such a question, and even less expected to see such a terrible abnormality on a man.

But no one dared to speak and talk to Xia De, because the god was communicating with him:

"Mortals who come here voluntarily all crave to obtain gifts through my banquet."

The vampire god held His hands together and placed them on the table. He was quite rational, and even didn't look like an evil god at all. And at this time, on the table, except for three candlesticks, there was nothing:

"He wants to save his country that is on the verge of collapse."

This must be referring to the semi-bald man. Xia De had just guessed that the other party was some kind of king.

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

This must be referring to the two little girls wearing black and white gauze skirts respectively.

"He has received kindness and wants to repay it."

This should refer to the old man in armor.

"She is simply pursuing greater power."

This sentence was referring to the middle-aged witch.

"Then before the banquet begins, please tell me, what do you want? Unexpected guest?"

The god asked. If he didn't know the other party's information, hearing this tone, Xia De would probably think the other party was also a good god.

"I want to participate in your banquet and let it end at the right time."

Xia De said honestly.

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

"But I..."

He wanted to stretch out his wrist.

"I don't want your blood."

The tone of the God of Vampires was exceptionally elegant:

"I just twitched my nose and knew that your blood has no meaning to me at all."

Indeed, although Xia De's soul could store divinity, this body of a former tramp had nothing special. It was understandable that the god with the title of "God of Vampires" looked down on his blood.

"Then... I'll come again next time?"

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

"No, no, no, this time I allow you to come empty-handed, but next time it won't work. Next time, remember to make up for the blood you didn't bring this time. Precious value, stories of blood, or just being very rare, these are all fine."

Just like the original 【Creator of Innocence】, the God of Vampires also knew about Xia De. But it seemed that for Them, it was not surprising that mortals came to the present from the distant future.

"Then gentlemen, ladies, I announce, the banquet of Night Manor officially begins!"

"God, I am honored to drink with you, but may I ask how this banquet will end?"

Xia De hadn't forgotten what he really wanted to do.

"Do you like to drink?"

The vampire god asked. Xia De hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth:

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

"Then your life is really boring."

The Saint laughed:

"Participate in my banquet, you offer enough blood, and taste the blood wine I provide. Those who survive can leave. It's very simple. You just drink with me like them. As for the end of the banquet? When the mortals participating in the banquet are all dead, or all the blood brews are tasted, then the banquet will naturally end."