Crimson Silk Wine

A month later, at the gates of Liujin City, dozens of people stood in twos and threes, all looking toward an old man and a youth standing in the center.

Among them, four God Hunters stood closest to the old man, wearing Seven-Star God Hunter and Six-Star God Hunter badges on their chests respectively.

The white-haired old man laughed heartily, "I never expected that the one to take this mission would be Mr. Angola, the Blood Fist God Hunter. With you here, we can rest much easier!" The old man with graying hair laughed with genuine warmth.

The Blood Fist God Hunter appeared to be a lean youth, and it was a mystery how he had earned the title "Blood Fist." He nodded and said, "If everyone is ready, let's set off. I happen to be heading to the Turo Continent anyway; having company and getting paid for it, why wouldn't I?"

The old man and the youth were the employers for this trip, both exuding the aura of Highgods, though their actual strength was difficult to gauge.

The six of them chatted and laughed, but one of the three Six-Star God Hunters kept stealing glances toward Desterie—or, to be precise, toward Dalayer.

Dalayer sensed the gaze and looked back with a blade-like stare, fixing the Six-Star God Hunter with an icy glare.

Desterie smiled as if watching a show, "This lovesick fool is so infatuated with you that he deliberately took this escort mission. Whether you want to fight or kill him, that's up to you; no need to guess what I'm thinking."

At this moment, another of the three Six-Star God Hunters suddenly lashed out, "Mr. Green, you hired us to be your guards. I believe that with Mr. Blood Fist and the rest of us here, that is more than enough. What use are those one, two, or three-star God Hunters? Are they here to do the laundry and cook for everyone on the road?"

As he spoke, his eyes flicked toward Desterie and Dalayer.

Upon hearing this, Desterie didn't get angry but laughed instead, "Don't let the wind be so strong that it twists your tongue; it wouldn't be good if you ended up stuttering."

The Six-Star God Hunter, a woman, had never expected to be mocked by an "ordinary Highgod." Her anger flared, and she was about to step forward to teach him a lesson when her companion pulled her back, "Frannie, regardless of why the employer hired them, we are colleagues now. If you cause a scene here, it will only make things difficult for the employer."

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

Frannie turned to glare at Taylor, "They're just a few one-star God Hunters, and you're actually speaking up for them!"

Surprisingly, the elderly employer chuckled and intervened, "Indeed, if Ms. Frannie and these young friends don't get along, it will be very difficult for us. Please, for my sake, spare them."

The fact that the old man would stand up for him left even Desterie feeling surprised.

The elderly employer produced a metal lifeform shaped like an Egret. Once the employer and the Seven-Star and Six-Star God Hunters had entered the metal lifeform, the other Midgod and Highgod God Hunters began to vent their dissatisfaction.

"What were you thinking? If you annoy a Six-Star God Hunter, we won't even know how we died on the road!"

"A Highgod who is still a one-star God Hunter—you must have refined a Godhead to get there. Being so weak and dragging us down is one thing, but to act so foolishly!"

Dalayer was naturally a person of cold emotions; otherwise, she would not have transformed into a golden mountain and merged with the earth for countless years. It was only when Desterie entered her life that her world gained a touch of color. To her, being insulted was nothing, but she would never tolerate anyone insulting Desterie!

Her eyes narrowed, and she gathered earth divine power in her hands, preparing to use a precision attack to clear the area and silence those grating voices.

Just then, Desterie grabbed her wrist and shook his head, signaling, "It's rare to see you this emotional. However, the employer just said not to make things difficult for our young friends, otherwise, it would make things hard for him."

Dalayer frowned, "These guys deserve to die. A mere employer..."

Desterie flashed a brilliant smile, "The employer wouldn't speak without a reason. I don't want this journey to be too boring, and carrying a few side quests with secrets is a good way to pass the time. Besides, I have already designed a future for these damned fellows."

As Desterie finished speaking, the God Hunters became somewhat dazed, boarding the metal lifeform in an orderly fashion.

Seeing this, Dalayer couldn't help but sigh, "The Death Law is truly useful."

Desterie looked quite pleased with himself, "To do this so silently, an average Six-Star Highgod of the Death Law couldn't pull it off. It has to be me."

Dalayer smiled faintly and continued, "Then add that fool Taylor to this future as well."

Hearing this, a smile tugged at the corner of Desterie's mouth. In truth, he was also annoyed by Taylor's repeated interference, but he preferred for Dalayer to decide for herself and personally drive away or "clean up" Taylor.

After more than three hundred years of hurried travel, the Egret-shaped metal lifeform finally flew into the territory of the Shenhuang Prefecture two days ago.

Over these three hundred years, nothing major had occurred, except for the fact that every time they encountered bandits, a certain group of people would inevitably lose their heads. Even when the bandits had no desire to fight and only wished to retreat, these people would disregard the disparity in strength and fight them to the death—sometimes, even when their divine sense detected bandits lying in ambush nearby who had yet to attack, they would take the initiative to strike, insisting on exterminating the bandits.

Of course, the final outcome for these people was never good; they were injured every time, and many times they returned with nothing but their heads, which was truly humiliating.

In dozens of battles, large and small, this group was no exception. Eventually, they became a laughingstock.

This was naturally the work of Desterie using the Death Law. Because these people had only been insolent, Desterie didn't intend to take their lives, only to make them work hard, lose face, and suffer, treating it as a bit of fun in his otherwise boring life.

Seeing Lanyu City close at hand, the white-haired employer was very happy. He opened a bottle of red wine with a color as beautiful as fresh blood and toasted with the young employer and the several Seven-Star and Six-Star God Hunters, celebrating the upcoming completion of their mission.

Angola, the Blood Fist God Hunter, took a sip of the red wine, his eyes brightening as he said to the old man, "You are truly generous. If I'm not mistaken, this must be 'Red Luo God Wine'. I was only fortunate enough to be invited to drink it once by a descendant of the Deen family, and I have never forgotten it since. I didn't expect to have the luck to drink it here today."

The old man laughed, "Being able to return to Lanyu City smoothly is all thanks to everyone's fearless escort. Naturally, I must treat you to something good."