Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 66 Three Questions
"When you say wine, you don't mean my blood, do you?"

Ivan frowned, wary. The other party was a high-level vampire, and he wasn't sure if wine was some kind of codeword for their race.

"Of course not." Isidore shook his head slightly, an elegant smile curling up at the corner of his mouth. "I never drink blood. Blood will corrode my spirit and lead me to depravity."

Clearly, even after all these years, he still prides himself on his restraint.

Ivan was relieved to find out that he was a traditionalist.

He took out a small bottle from his potion belt, which contained a bottle of lamb brew that he had packaged in advance.

Ever since he met the shapeshifter Trico, he had developed this habit of packing two bottles of Lamb's Brew in advance and placing them in his potion belt.

This kind of spiritual wine from the mythological world is a complete dimensionality reduction attack on the people in this world. By using it, as long as it is used properly and without revealing the existence of the red gourd, Ivan can exchange it for many resources that are useful to him.

Ivan threw the bottle over and Isidore caught it easily.

"Is that all? You humans haven't mastered the technology to brew alcohol yet, right? Then wouldn't you be even better than those elves who can only brew fruit wine?"

"No, that's because I only have this little on me. This is a fine wine that I spent a huge amount of money to get, and I only got two bottles. I've already drunk one of them, and I've been keeping this one."

"It seems like the people here, like those in my own world, have no taste for wine." Isidore shook his head. "What kind of delicacy could possibly be contained in such an ordinary vessel?"

"Forget it, I'll give it back to you." He sighed and threw the bottle back. "It's not interesting to look at. I'd better not let it pollute my throat."

"Go away, I want to go to bed."

"Isidore, you disappoint me." Ivan took the bottle. "I thought you would understand more after all these years."

"We humans have a saying, 'Don't judge a book by its cover.' You haven't even tried it yourself, so how can you say for sure it won't suit your taste?"

The high-ranking vampire's expression suddenly froze. In an instant, his gentle demeanor vanished without a trace, replaced by a chilling chill. He stared intently into Ivan's eyes, and the air around him seemed to freeze, its temperature plummeting.

"Human, it seems I've been too gentle with you, giving you the courage to challenge me." His voice was low and cold, each word shrouded in an immense sense of oppression. "How dare a lowly race like you, standing on our side, make such presumptuous assumptions?"

"Since you insist, I'll give it a try." Isidore sneered, a sharp glint in his eyes. "But I've changed my mind. If this bottle of wine doesn't satisfy me, I'll make all the blood in your body flow out of those strange eyes of yours, and I'll turn you into a dried corpse, kneeling beside my bed."

Ivan shrugged and threw the bottle back.

He was very confident in the system's products. "What's the use of being so arrogant now? Just don't get down on your knees and beg me for another bottle later."

Isidore stretched out his pale hand, pulled out the cork, and drank the lamb wine inside.

At first, his face still showed an expression of nonchalant contempt, but the moment the wine ran down his throat, surprise and shock flashed across his eyes, which were originally filled with coldness.

Then, his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He clutched his chest tightly with both hands, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if he was being torn apart by an indescribable force.

Isidore's skin stained a strange bluish-black hue at a visible speed, his muscles twisting and tumbling frantically beneath his skin. His facial features rapidly deformed, his cheeks sunken inward, his nose collapsed into two black holes. His mouth stretched endlessly to the sides, sharp fangs piercing his lips, and crimson blood trickled down the corners of his mouth.

Then, there was a crisp "hiss" sound, and the black robe on his back was torn apart. Two huge wings spread out from his back, filling the entire narrow tomb in an instant.

[A high-level vampire who has transformed into his original form↓] Ivan pulled out the steel sword that had been inserted back into the scabbard with a "swish".

What the hell is going on? What this kid brewed isn’t wine, it’s a magic mirror!

If you give it to a shapeshifter, it will reveal its true form. If you give it to a high-level vampire, he will also turn into a giant bat.

This high-ranking vampire, boasting about his skills, wouldn't he be drunk on just a little bit of spirit wine? If he lost control, then I'd be asking for trouble today!

Fortunately, the scene that Ivan worried about did not happen.

The giant bat that Isidore transformed into trembled a few times, and then slowly retracted its wings behind it.

His skin turned from dark blue to pale white, and his protruding fangs gradually retracted, gradually returning to his original elegant human appearance.

However, the robe on his back was torn to pieces, making him look a little disheveled.

"Human, I have to admit that I underestimated you." Isidore closed his eyes, his nostrils trembling slightly, as if he was still savoring the taste of the lamb.

After a long moment, he slowly opened his eyes. The sharpness in them had faded, replaced by a gentle smile. "Not bad, really good," he nodded slightly. "Your wine is good, but what you said is even better."

"You're right. I've experienced so much, I should know more."

"Just because of your few provocative words, I became angry. This is really wrong. If this continues, when will I ever reach the realm of an elder?"

This high-level vampire was not surprised by his own lamb. Judging from his performance, it was because of his attitude?

Ivan's eyes widened as he learned new information from the few words of this high-level vampire.

From what he said, we can infer that for a high-level vampire to become a Shadow Elder, age is not the only determining factor, there are also requirements for character?

This seems to make sense. The shadow elder encountered in the game seems to be taciturn and rarely shows emotional fluctuations.

He loathes visitors, even those of his own kind, and will kill Geralt instantly if he asks him a second question not related to Dettlaff.

The Shadow Elder's attitude towards others is more like extreme indifference.

"Human, you are remarkable." Isidore clapped his hands, his movements graceful and rhythmic. Unbeknownst to him, the clothes he had worn, tattered during his transformation, suddenly seemed to have been mended by invisible hands, returning to their original integrity and purity.

"It's not because you brought me amazing wine, but because you made me realize my own shortcomings."

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like this." Isidore's lips curled up. "I'm very happy today. I was only going to answer one question for you."

"But now, to thank you for reminding me, I allow you to ask me three questions, but only three times. Other than that, I won't say a single word."

"Of course, you can only ask questions that I already know. If I don't know the answer to a question I ask, it will be considered as giving up an opportunity."

Isidore looked at Ivan meaningfully and said, "Cherish these three chances."

(End of this chapter)