As soon as the glass was filled with the golden-red liquid, the atmosphere in this "dining room" was completely different from when he first entered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In different directions, some unseen people walked into the restaurant, and he could even hear some of them saying hello to each other. Some of them sat around the table, others on the small couch in the corner of the room, and in a moment the air was filled with the sound of buzzing.

Probably having given up on considering the specificity of this "space", he turned a blind eye to this completely irrational phenomenon, and just casually observed the changes around him. Since he can't leave, let's see what kind of scenery this space wants to show in front of his eyes.

The identities of the people who came to the dinner were unknown, as he couldn't even see them, and could only tell from the sounds of the neighborhood that there were people around. From the ambiguous conversations, it is clear that most of them know each other, and the focus of the conversation is now to say hello to some newcomers...... Those people, like him, seemed to have no idea why they were here.

Some of the "invisible guests" happened to be talking to him, but their voices were as difficult to discern as if they were drowned out in the wind and sand. Although he tried to respond to these wonderful sounds, he opened his mouth but could not speak.

The only thing that came out of his throat was the "hiss" of sand flowing over a smooth surface, not in any language he knew. Before he knew it, he seemed to be the center of the conversation, and although he couldn't understand what he was saying to the others, the other person seemed to be talking happily to him.

Suddenly, he noticed that the dining room had expanded again, this time it had become almost an auditorium, and the only long table that had existed had become the main table in the center. In the corner of the room, a small corner for guests to rest has appeared, and many decorations that have not existed have been decorated.

Old bookshelves are littered with decaying books and scrolls, and crumbling wooden coffee tables are littered with chessboards that have been manipulated casually. Each of these things is so old that it feels like it's been forgotten in time, shattered to ashes at the slightest touch.

Among the many ornaments that were apparently broken, there was something different that caught his eye - it was a small pot. It seems to be made of silver, and there is nothing special about the surface, but like the glass on the table, it exudes an indescribable presence.

At this moment, a new shelf suddenly appeared next to the square table with the pot, which stood out from the old furniture around it. There were also several dishes that seemed to have been freshly washed, each of which contained something different, all of which were fresh ingredients.

A few pieces of fresh butter that looked like they had just been made, a jug of translucent white liquid, and a few fluffy things that looked like unshelled chestnuts...... And there were other things that he couldn't name, and which were hard to even describe in words, and to be honest, he wasn't sure if they would be edible.

But there is no doubt that the contents of this shelf are probably the most fitting of the "restaurant" scene, and excluding the indescribable appearance of some of the ingredients, at least the smell is quite normal - rather fragrant, giving people the impression that it might be delicious.

Within seconds of the shelf's appearance, a "man" lit an alcohol lamp under a small silver pot, then picked up a knife and slice a few pieces of butter inside. After hearing the fizzle of the butter melting, the man immediately picked up the translucent white liquid and poured it into the pot.

Suddenly, a cloud of white steam rises from the pot, and the sweet aroma of dairy products spreads throughout the restaurant. Through the white mist that gradually filled the room, he could even see shadowy figures walking through the hall.

Could they be the participants in this "banquet"? He couldn't help but glance at the figure in the mist, but the transparent body had no human characteristics at all, and he couldn't even tell whether they were male or female through the outline of the body.

And the tip of his nose was also distinguishing something different from the pleasantly sweet scent, which seemed to be a fusion of tobacco and florals that he was all too familiar with. This is what some sorcerers call "incense", and they often burn it at meetings, believing it to clear the mind, speak well, and even stimulate the mind to enrich conversation.

However, there are also many people who believe that these things are similar to the "poisonous weeds" that have recently begun to spread, and that they are dangerous drugs that should be banned. Because although it may allow people to have a clear idea in a short time, it will make some weak-willed people over-dependent on it.

Although the smell of these "incense" hidden in it is secret, if you distinguish it carefully, you can still catch the smell that is completely different from the milky aroma. They seemed to float out of the corners of the room, but the eye swept over the walls, but there was no incense burner necessary to burn them.

If you speculate from this point of view, this "feast" was probably organized by the magicians, then it is not surprising that incense was used in a big way at dinner. And the scene he saw now was full of too many phenomena that are difficult to see under normal conditions, and it may also be related to magic.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"

Suddenly, a man's voice echoed in his head: "Here, I think I am fully qualified to represent all of us here to welcome the special guest who has come here tonight for the banquet. Although they are visiting for the first time, and we don't have many opportunities to invite such guests, I can say that every time we bring special guests to the venue, we have a particularly important purpose. ”

This heavy bell-like roar did not come from his ears, but directly to his head, constantly echoing in his head. The moment he heard the loud noise, he felt a wave of dizziness, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

But he didn't really fall, there was some kind of force that held his body and pushed him behind him, allowing him to move around before he could recover from his stupor. In a trance, he found himself being pushed to the table by that force, and the glass filled with the golden-red liquid was also brought to him.

It seemed that no matter how much he resisted, it would be useless, and he could feel the power that filled the space to make him drink the cup. Maybe it's okay to think that if he didn't drink this "drink", he probably would never be able to leave this banquet hall.

In a world where there was an obvious anomaly in the space, perhaps time didn't pass as he thought, and even if he spent days or even months here, it was still unknown whether the real time would change - to put it bluntly, being clever and wasting time didn't help his situation.

If this is a spell ritual, then the preparations for the ritual are already made, and all that is missing is the actions of his side. As long as he follows the instructions of these "people", then no matter what he sees now is true or false, it should come to an end.

"As you probably know, no matter who we are, time is precious – so let's get started right away and finish this 'ritual'. ”

The voice continued to echo in his head: "As far as I know, all of the special guests who have been invited here are preparing for an important task, so we must make good use of this little time. In fact, as soon as our exchange here is over, I think you'll be hurting the Xu Man steam train and heading to the hidden door, so please drink the bar ahead before that. ”

The only thing in the entire dining room was the glass in front of him, which could be what the other party called "wine", but the object he was referring to seemed to be plural. It was as if there were only drinks in front of him, but there were many more people standing in the same place.

Feeling the inexplicable pressure from nowhere, he couldn't help but tremble. But after knowing that there was no way to get out of the current situation, he had to follow the other party's instructions to raise the glass, and when he was ready to realize it, he closed his eyes and sent the golden-red liquid in the cup into his mouth.

So the moment the first drop of liquid entered his mouth, he felt a burning sensation that almost made his mouth burn. Although the liquid does not feel a trace of heat, the moment it enters the body, it seems to be burning, and it releases unbearable heat.

From the mouth to the throat, the flow of air poured into the abdomen, and then not only the abdomen, but also the entire body seemed to burn. He couldn't help but let out a mournful sound, but when he opened his mouth, he could only hiss, as if his vocal cords had been burned in the heat.

A viscous red liquid flew out of the mouth, not blood, but a liquid that was the same as the "wine" that had been drunk into the throat, emitting an astonishing amount of heat. All he heard was a piercing metallic pitch in his ears, and a violently burning crimson appeared in front of him, and the same thing flowed from the other orifices in his head.

Imminent death...... There may not be any words that can clearly embellish this, but I can only feel that something is lightning all over the brain. What little thinking power is left may still want to react, but it can't catch something bursting out of the endless darkness.

But after that, he saw—