Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 609 - Moon Wine

Chapter 609: Chapter 609 Moon Wine

Chapter 609: Chapter 609 Moon Wine

An elderly man with gray hair and a Demon Hunter Seal on his hand clearly knew the dangers of demons, especially the Evil Spirit Demons from the Third Era, so he wisely chose to refuse the Blood Brew. The two little girls seemed curious to try it, but the middle-aged witch stopped them:

“Girls, even if you don’t want to become my students in the future, I must share a piece of common knowledge with you: never get involved with anything related to demons.”

Seeing her serious expression, the two little girls nodded and fell silent, not speaking again.

“The sixth and seventh kinds should be introduced together; these are the Sun Wine and Moon Wine, respectively. I extracted some blood from an Ancient Sun Worm, mixed it with daylight, and in the depths of the earth, through the Sun purification held by the ancient sun ancestors, I brewed the Sun Wine. I extracted some blood from an Ancient Moon Butterfly, mixed it with the coldest moonlight, and infused the power of the Red Moon that I possess, to obtain this bottle of Moon Wine.”

When the Saint mentioned the “Red Moon,” he looked up at Shard:

“These two wines must be stored together to balance the unstable powers. Accordingly, if you don’t want to die terribly, these two wines must also be consumed together, otherwise one’s flesh could be transformed into light in an instant, and the soul would be drawn toward that grand celestial body, falling into eternal madness. Would anyone like to try them?”

The witch, the old man, and the twin girls all shook their heads; one could tell from listening that this was not a power mortals should tamper with. However, Shard furrowed his brows slightly, because a voice whispered in his ear:

[Perhaps you could try it a little.]

“Which one?”

[What do you think?]

“Can I have just the Moon Wine?”

He then looked up and said to the Saint, who seemed not at all surprised by such a request:

“Of course, but that would spoil the combined taste of the sun’s essence and moonlight, just like a mortal eating his breakfast bread without sweet jam.”

Luckily, Shard never used jam on bread.

The two bottle stoppers popped out simultaneously; first, they poured two types of oddly lustrous red liquid into the saint’s chalice, then one flew in front of Shard, pouring the drink into his cup, which gleamed with a cold luster.

Shard picked up the cup with one hand, feeling a strong attraction, compelling him to drink the contents in front of him:

“The moon in ancient times was of Silvermoon light.”

He said softly, the Evil God didn’t pick up his cup but smiled and looked at him:

“Yes.”

“Later, for unknown reasons, the ancient moon split into three, symbolizing guidance and chaos as Yellow Moon, representing sanctity and frenzy as Silvermoon, and towards flesh and reproduction as Red Moon, or becoming the Blood Moon.”

“Yes.”

The Evil God nodded again:

“I am the Protector of the Vampire Race; they worship the Blood Moon, and naturally, I wield some of the power of the Red Moon.”

Shard nodded:

“I’ve always believed that I am bathed in Silvermoon’s light, even though I do not know why.”

“If you are willing to be transformed into one of my Favored Ones, I could give you some hints.”

The Saint cautiously suggested, and Shard gently shook his head:

“Sorry, I’m not considering it at least for now.”

The other four at the table kept their heads down, pretending not to hear the conversation.

“No problem, you can think about it more, after all… I have always been here, haven’t I?”

His meaning was that the Deity would still be present until the very Sixth Era where Shard truly belonged.

Shard looked at the drink in front of him, lifting it to eye level, peering through the semi-translucent red liquid at the Saint sitting across the table. First, he saw the red moon in the liquid, then through that red moon, he saw the deity seated at the other end of the table.

Not the middle-aged man clad in a red cloak, but a gigantic, fleshy, human-shaped presence that seemed to occupy the entire space, indescribable by any language.

Shard breathed in deeply and closed his eyes; under the surprised gaze of the others, he tipped back his head and downed the Blood Brew in his hand. The cold yet somewhat soft liquid slid down his throat to his stomach, then red light radiated from the cracks of his skin, but it calmed down in just a second.

Shard opened his eyes, red light streaming from them but gradually returning to calm, finally disappearing completely. A soft laugh resonated in his ears:

[Having tasted the deity’s blood wine, Outlander, you have gained some insight into the ‘Red Moon’ of Desecration.]

It was not just insight; Shard felt that his control over the moonlight had significantly strengthened with that one drink. He had no opportunity to try it yet, but he believed that, at least, he could now develop more varied uses for the Moonlight Slash.

“The taste was quite good.”

Shard whispered in admiration, setting his goblet back on the table. The Saint across from him shook his head gently, seemingly lost in reflection, then drank the blend of two Blood Brews from his own goblet.

By then, with the Wine of the Turin Poison Bug, Elemental Wine, and Moon Wine, Shard had fulfilled the requirement of drinking with the deity three times. For any mortal living in the Fifth Era and Sixth Era, this achievement was something to boast about for a lifetime.

The deities said again,

“The eighth Blood Brew, Warrior’s Wine. Although seasoned veterans are not much use off the battlefield, their war-tempered blood and spirits are quite intriguing. Every once in a while, I have my servants offer the Blood of the Warrior, and after countless years, I have finally obtained a bottle worth collecting.”

He paused,

“The interesting thing about this wine is that men who drink it can greatly enhance their physical condition, while women, there’s a high chance they will grow some… additional organs. After all, combining the concepts of warrior and male together can only brew the most rugged, yet equally intriguing, beverage.”

With this said, he turned directly toward the white-haired Armored Elder. Shard was unwilling to drink human blood, and the Witch and twin girls obviously did not want to face that “high chance of growing additional organs.”

Hovering in indecision, the old man faced his eighth Blood Brew, knowing he needed to drink with the deity at least once more. Although Warrior’s Wine certainly wasn’t as simple as the deity had described, so far, it seemed relatively safer compared to the other Blood Brews.

“Very well, deity, I am willing to drink with you,”

Blood Wine was poured for both the Saint and the elder man. The former drained his goblet in one gulp, then looked very interestedly toward the latter at the table side. The white-haired Armored Elder held his goblet hesitantly, devoid of any other magic potions.

“Don’t worry, I can detoxify.”

Shard said, but the Witch reminded,

“Your Detoxification Spell seems to come from elf-kind, which only works against strong toxins that harm the body. But that goblet may not be poisonous, yet it can have other effects.”

“Do you have a solution?”

Shard asked the Witch, who originally had little interest in saving the old man, considering he was a man. But after catching Shard’s glance, she unconsciously thought for a moment, but still shook her head,

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“My method is only useful for Witches.”

Many Circle Sorcerers can drink potions that would be deadly toxins to ordinary people, so Shard understood her meaning.

“It’s okay, getting this far was beyond my expectations,”

the old man said to Shard with a smile. Hesitating for a moment, he was about to drink from the goblet but was stopped by the others:

“Please wait a moment.”

The speaker was surprisingly the younger of the twin girls in a black dress. Seeing everyone looking at her, she shrank back a bit. Her older sister, the girl in the white dress, clearly wanted to stop her sister from speaking. But also seeing everyone’s attention, she sighed and said nothing more.

“We have medicine here,”

the girl in the black dress said softly, she and her sister both having blue eyes and black hair, a hair color that greatly appealed to Shard.

As she spoke, the older sister in the white dress, pulled out a flat, rectangular, copper-colored box from the side pocket of her dress.

“A Relic?”

Due to the Saint’s presence, Shard’s perceptions were greatly dulled, and only when he saw the Relic being taken out did he realize that the girls, still ordinary people, actually carried a Relic.

“Is this… the ‘Addict’s Medicine Box’? You actually prepared this in advance?”

The Witch by the girls recognized what it was.

“We took it secretly when we ran away from home,”

the girl in the black dress whispered.

“Your family wouldn’t happen to be from the Southern Continent…”

The Witch was very surprised and seeing Shard a bit confused, explained to him,

“The ‘Addict’s Medicine Box’ is a Demon Level Relic, usable three times every 12 hours, able to produce any desired medicine. Although the supernatural nature of the medicine won’t be very strong, it definitely represents the desired type. The negative aspect is its addictiveness, but if it’s only used once or twice, that terrible addictive nature can be overcome with willpower.”

The ranking of relics varies in different Eras, and Shard wasn’t very sure what the “Demon Level” corresponded to, but based on its traits, it should be either Poet-Level or Scribe Level.

“You may borrow this once,”

the girl in the white dress said to the elder, then handed the copper-colored metal box to the Witch, who passed it to Shard, and then to the old man.

The white-haired elder didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth, looked at the four people at this end of the table, and then drained the Blood Wine in his hand.

Immediate dreadful red veins spread from both sides of his esophagus throughout his body. His pores began to ooze blood—not as if his body was “leaking blood,” but as if it couldn’t contain all the blood. Simultaneously, the old man’s body swelled like an inflated balloon, and his already bloated hand quickly opened the medicine box, taking out a plain white pill and tossing it into his mouth.