Ancient God Blood Wine

Seemingly considering that roasted rabbit (Monster) meat was indeed not suitable to share with others, after Klein took his seat, he reached into the void and pulled out a three-tiered shelf full of pastries and a large piece of soft, hot cream bread from Historical Void.

"Luther, would you like a glass of lemonade?"

He casually asked, "Even though it's a fake, I guarantee the taste will be exactly the same."

"Just forget about it."

Luther shook his head.

"That's fine then."

Klein shrugged and pulled a plate of freshly grilled steak from the Historical Void. "I'm starving. Please help yourselves."

Having said that, he picked up his knife and fork, and with a sip of black tea, began to eat the roast rabbit, roast steak, bread, and pastries. These foods were Historical Projection of banquets at the Meager Manor; for at least fifteen minutes, these things were real and could be genuinely tasted and eaten.

"Great, at least these things look more appetizing."

Amon smiled and said, "Then I'll prepare some drinks to accompany the wine." He reached into his robes, rummaged around for a moment, and pulled out a golden wine jug the size of a human head, slamming it onto the table with a "thud."

"This is Aurmir wine, aged for a full 1,500 years."

He said, "Unlike those empty shells on the market now, this is real." "... What do you mean?"

Klein stopped eating and asked.

"That means it was truly brewed with the blood of the Giant King Aurmir."

Amon laughed, "When my father killed Him, His blood flowed from the peaks of the 'Giant King’s Court' all the way inland, nourishing the soil to grow plump, red grapes. People gathered these grapes to make wine, using them as precious offerings to praise my father."

"And the most precious of all is the original liquid mixed with Aurmir's blood. Due to its limited quantity, even the King of Angel cannot drink it often. The last flask was treasured by Medici, but it suddenly disappeared one day. He was furious and shouted in the Royal Court... unaware that I had actually stolen it..."

He chuckled, and as he reminisced, he opened the lid of the wine jug, poured the thick, blood-red liquid into a glass, and presented it to the four of them.

"Take a sip; this is the taste of the Creator's glory and victory."

A strange aroma filled the air and entered Luther's nostrils, carrying the sweetness of wine and a faint scent of blood. Strangely, the bloody smell was not unpleasant; instead, it made him crave the liquid in the glass.

Luther glanced at his wine glass, then looked up and exchanged a look with Klein.

--You can't drink it.

No matter how captivating Amon's story may be, even if this wine truly is something the King of Angel desires, it cannot be drunk. Who knows what tricks that God of Mischief might play in it?

"Not drinking?" Amon asked, swirling his glass. "What a pity."

"The food isn't all served yet, no rush."

Luther spoke, he glanced at Adam across from him.

He and Klein sat on one side of the chair, while the two sons of the Creator sat on the other. Unlike the noisy Amon, Adam simply observed them calmly throughout, without saying much.

I wonder what kind of food this "Angel of Imagination" will provide?

Will there be remnants of a glorious past, like in Amon's story, or will some food simply be Imagination...?

Adam slowly reached out and took a package from inside his white robe. Under the watchful eyes of Luther and Klein, he slowly unfolded it.

Inside lay a stack of Wheat Bread.

The Wheat Bread were slightly yellow in color and had a rough surface. They were neither filled nor oiled; they were just the simplest way to fill one's stomach and didn't look very appetizing.

The food that the King of Angel took out was extremely simple, no different from that of those devout Ascetic.

It's just part of her persona.

Luther thought to himself. Across the table, Amon saw the Wheat Bread his brother had taken out, but didn't seem surprised at all. Instead, he quickly looked at Luther and asked with a smile:

What are you planning to bring to everyone?

Me...

Luther thought for a moment, then thrust it into her body with a "plop".

He rummaged through the space inside his body, took out a few aluminum metal boxes, and tossed them onto the table with a clatter.

Oh, canned food...

Wait! What kind of canned food is this?!

Klein glanced over Consciousness, but his expression changed slightly when he saw the details of the can.

Fresh fish canned food, good for fur and strong bones... wait, are you going to feed these two King of Angel cat food?!

"Meow..."

A meow rang out from Luther's shadow, and then Luna leaped out and landed on the table. She scanned her surroundings with her azure eyes, meeting Adam and Amon's gaze without fear.

Seeing this, Amon couldn't help but smile slightly, "This is..."

"Shut up."

Luther coldly interrupted him, saying, "If you dare touch a single hair on my cat's head, I swear I'll kill you."

Knowing the other party's perverse sense of humor, he was prepared to do something drastic, so he immediately and decisively issued a warning.

"..."

Feeling threatened, Amon turned to look at Adam. He saw that the latter was just calmly looking at the table, without reacting at all, so he smiled, sat back in his chair, and watched Luther Soothing the black cat back into the shadows.

Although the ingredients were nominally prepared, apart from Klein, who was genuinely hungry, the other three did not eat anything.

Lanterns covered with animal skins shone on the table, illuminating the fine food of Loen, Primordial Era wines, ordinary Wheat Bread, and canned cat food. The four people at the table exchanged glances with varying expressions.

The howling night wind blew from time to time, and the dark sky was occasionally illuminated by Thunder. On the distant horizon, the "Giant King’s Court" located on the mountaintop emitted a magnificent Twilight glow, which was still clearly visible even from such a distance.

"This must be your first time back since the Great Cataclysm."

Amon, standing beside him, chuckled, "The once glorious continent has become like this; the glorious era is gone forever... So, what are your thoughts on this?"

Adam stood calmly, gazing at the Giant King’s Court, at the remnants of that glorious past, his golden eyes undisturbed. (Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!)

He spoke softly:

I have no feelings about it.

There was a few seconds of silence at the table, and for a moment the only sound was the clinking of Klein's cutlery against the plates.

I'd like to continue our previous topic.

Luther suddenly interrupted, asking, "You said before that the Ancient Sun God knew about the establishment of the 'Rose Redemption' and even tacitly approved of their actions. Why is that?"

Mentioning depression is just provocation, but to be honest, he's quite curious about it.

Upon hearing this topic, Klein, who was cutting steak nearby, immediately became interested. He lowered his head and struggled with his steak, but his ears were already perked up, waiting for Adam's answer.