Red Luo God Wine

A month later, at the gates of Liujin City, dozens of people stood scattered in small groups, all looking toward the old man and the youth in the middle.

Among them, four God Hunters stood closest to the old man. Their chests bore the badges of Seven-Star God Hunters and Six-Star God Hunters.

The old man laughed heartily. "I never expected Mr. Angola, the Blood Fist God Hunter, to accept this mission. With you here, we can feel even more at ease!" The gray-haired old man smiled sincerely.

The Blood Fist God Hunter looked like a frail young man. It was hard to imagine how he had earned the title "Blood Fist." He nodded and said, "If everyone's ready, let's set off. I'm heading to Turo Continent anyway, so why not travel with company and earn some money while I'm at it?"

The old man and the youth were the employers for this mission. Both had the aura of Highgods, though it was difficult to determine their actual strength.

The six chatted and laughed, but one of the three Six-Star God Hunters kept sneaking glances toward Desterie. More precisely, he was looking at Dalayer.

Dalayer felt his gaze and looked back at him with a dagger-sharp stare, her eyes full of chill.

Desterie watched with amusement. "This lovesick bee has been completely bewitched by you. He even deliberately took this escort mission. Whether you want to beat him or kill him, that's up to you. Don't bother guessing what I think."

Just then, another of the three Six-Star God Hunters suddenly spoke up. "Mr. Green, you hired us as guards. I believe that with Mr. Blood Fist and the rest of us here, we're more than enough. What use are those one-, two-, and three-star God Hunters? Are they supposed to do everyone's laundry and cooking on the road?"

As she spoke, she glanced toward Desterie and Dalayer.

Desterie only laughed at her words. "Careful. If you talk with the wind blowing so hard, you might bite your tongue. It'd be a shame if you ended up with a stutter."

The female Six-Star God Hunter hadn't expected a "common Highgod" to mock her. Anger surged through her, and she was about to go over and teach him a lesson when her companion held her back. "Frannie, whatever the employer hired them for, we're colleagues now. If you lose your temper here, you'll only make things difficult for the employer."

Taylor added coldly, "Frannie, you've gone too far!"

Frannie turned and glared at Taylor. "They're just a few One-Star God Hunters, and you're taking their side?"

To everyone's surprise, the old man employer chuckled and stepped in to mediate. "That's right. If Lady Frannie can't get along with these young friends, then we'll indeed be in a difficult position. Please, for my sake, let them be."

Even Desterie was surprised that the old man had spoken up for him.

The old man took out a Metal Lifeform shaped like an egret. Once the employer and the Seven-Star and Six-Star God Hunters had boarded, the other Midgod and Highgod God Hunters began venting their displeasure.

"What were you thinking? You've offended a Six-Star God Hunter. Who knows how we'll end up dying on the road now!"

"You're a Highgod, yet still a One-Star God Hunter. You must have refined a Divine Spark. You're already weak enough to be a burden, and now you've gone and done something so stupid!"

Dalayer had always been an indifferent person. Otherwise, she wouldn't have transformed into Gold Mountain and merged with the earth's surface for countless years. It wasn't until Desterie had entered her life that her world gained a touch of color. She could ignore insults directed at herself, but she would never allow anyone to insult Desterie!

Her gaze sharpened as Earth Divine Power gathered in her hand. She was about to launch a precise attack and clear the area, silencing those grating voices.

At that moment, Desterie grabbed her wrist and shook his head. "It's rare to see you this worked up. But the employer just asked us not to make things difficult for our young friends. Otherwise, he'll be in a difficult position."

Dalayer's brows knitted together. "These people deserve to die. What does one employer—"

Desterie flashed a bright smile. "The employer wouldn't have said that for no reason. I don't want this journey to be too boring, either. Having a few side quests to solve along the way might help pass the time. Besides, I've already designed a future for these wretched people."

As Desterie finished speaking, the God Hunters seemed to grow dazed. In orderly fashion, they boarded the Metal Lifeform.

Watching this, Dalayer couldn't help but remark, "The Death Edict really is useful."

Desterie looked rather pleased with himself. "An ordinary Six-Star Death Edict Highgod couldn't do this so silently. It takes someone like me."

Dalayer smiled faintly and continued, "Then let's add that fool Taylor to this future, too."

At that, a smile tugged at Desterie's lips. He was also fed up with Taylor's repeated interruptions, but he'd rather Dalayer decide for herself and personally drive Taylor away—or "clean him up."

After more than three hundred years of hurrying along, the egret-shaped Metal Lifeform finally flew into Shenhuang Prefecture two days ago.

Nothing major had happened during those three hundred years. It was just that whenever they encountered bandits, a certain group would get hotheaded. The bandits clearly didn't want to fight and only wanted to retreat, but those people insisted on risking their lives to battle them. Sometimes they would even detect bandits hiding nearby who hadn't attacked, then launch an assault anyway, dead set on wiping them out.

Naturally, things never ended well for them. They were injured every time, and often returned with nothing but their heads left. It was an utterly humiliating sight.

They had fought dozens of battles, large and small, and this group had never once been an exception. Before long, they had become a laughingstock.

This was naturally Desterie's doing with the Death Edict. Since these people had only spoken rudely, he hadn't intended to take their lives. He merely made things more exhausting, humiliating, and painful for them, giving himself some amusement during an otherwise dull journey.

With Lanyu City just ahead, the white-haired old man employer was delighted. He opened a bottle of red wine whose color was as beautiful as fresh blood and celebrated with the young employer and the Seven-Star and Six-Star God Hunters, raising a toast to their mission, which was nearly complete.

The Blood Fist God Hunter, Angola, took a sip of the wine. His eyes lit up, and he said to the old man, "You're certainly generous. If I'm not mistaken, this is Red Luo God Wine, isn't it? Once, I was lucky enough to be invited to drink it by a member of the Deen Clan. I've never forgotten it. I can't believe I get to taste it again today."

The old man smiled. "We owe our safe return to Lanyu City to all of you, who braved the dangers to escort us. Of course I had to treat you to something good."