"This country...although in the eyes of most clans, it is a... impetuous and chaotic place, they forgot that the existence of this Great Six is ​​as long as any land floating on the sea." The undead, with the appearance of a teenager, whispered, and led the guests through the dark foyer, the hall, and from the corridor adjacent to the hall into the courtyard. The hollyhocks and the red and white roses named York and Lancaster are next to the cellar - the cold breath slowly penetrates into the outside world, and there is also the smell of fresh and fermented fruits, as well as the smell of fallen leaves, roots, mushrooms, wet grass poles, wet moss, wet soil... and the smell of raspberries, cherries, strawberries, pomegranates, currants, apricots, apples, pears - wine will exude a unique taste due to the raw materials, origin, brewing method and storage time.

They walked down the wide and flat slab steps without a trace of light, whether from the flame or the sky, but the undead could clearly see the huge barrels neatly arranged on both sides of the granite corridor, and a small room that would appear dozens of feet apart. The heavy iron gates were locked and piled with barrels, which were usually prepared for storing precious aged wines. You can see a similar layout in the cellar of any winery. But Alex saw the walls that were not yet covered by the barrels, with deep and shallow scratches, basically in an orderly five rows, new and old, and similar marks remained on the iron gates - imagine,

Hundreds of years ago, during the large-scale "Millennium Holy War", a large number of new vampires created by the Magic Banquet were thrown here to spend the most painful "transformation period" - the lich in the human body was flirting with memories from Prince Fanzhuo. Although this plane is chaotic and weak in magic, it is still very similar to Torrell in terms of rules. Transforming from humans to dark creatures must require a series of physical and mental checks. If the body cannot withstand the changes brought by "original blood", it will be directly killed and destroyed by the vampires. The body passes the test, but its will is not firm enough, its thoughts are not cold enough and its fragility is still retained. The stupid guy will become an unnecessary victim thrown at a certain moment.

But even the most warlike Jimi tribe has not had a similar large-scale "holy war" in the past hundred years, and the Lesen Ba tribe has never created any descendants during this period.

"Let's try this first," They walked about two miles deep before the patriarch of the Lesenba tribe stopped. He raised his empty hand, four slightly curved, high-legged crystal wine glasses emerged from the empty darkness, and then the light golden, extremely transparent liquid and countless delicate small foams swelled from the bottom of the cup, each about 8 ounces, Yusel took the lead in holding one of them and greeted Alex silently.

Alex stretched out his hand and did the same. The undead didn't need to try to open his eyes and expand his nostrils like humans, so that the wine could be expanded to every part of the mouth (that action sounds like a rinse of mouth) - they are more than a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary people than their vision, smell, and taste can tell everything they contain in the liquid they drink, from the origin, harvest, variety, brewing time, to the content of alcohol, water, and sugar - the first-squeezed white grape juice, the second-brewed champagne initially with hazelnuts, bee mi, dried apricots, autumn leaves and smoke, delicate bubbles filling the mouth, and then evolved into the rich aroma of mint, floral and spices.

"It's new wine," Yussel said.

The second time they tried was pink champagne. When the second time they fermented, they carefully and gently let the wine come into contact with the skinned red grapes, so that it can bring exquisite red berries of cherries, cranberries, mulberries and soft violet fragrance. It is crisp and refreshing in the mouth, and the subsequent taste is as balanced, plump, delicate and round as the beautiful woman among humans.

The wine glasses that appeared for the third time were much more plump. Then they started from the lighter and high acidity white wine, and tasted the stronger and more rounded fruity white wine, and finally a golden wine deeper than lemon wine. It looked like flowing gold, and it could still shine in the wine glass in the weak cellar.

"I hope this is not inferior to all of your wineries." Yusel said, the precious white sweet wine is the most selected drink Alex at the Salieri Estate, with complex aromas of bee mi, lilac flowers, locust flowers, roasted almonds, spices and herbs. After entering, you can feel the special aromas of papaya, figs and hazelnuts in the wine body.

"Too sweet." Wilderger picked on it.

"Because this is a 6puttonyo wine barrel, a puttony represents a barrel of 2o-25kg of precious rot grapes), so the precious rot here tastes sweeter." The patriarch of the Lesenba tribe explained patiently, "But I still use 6puttonyos for the new precious sweet liquor," he made a gesture gracefully, "There is no way, something can't be changed no matter how long it takes, I hope you can understand a Lesenba quirk."

"Sweet mi is always the trend," said Alex.

Yusel gave a smile, a tolerant and gentle smile, "It's like that," he said, and then continued to move forward: "Fortunately, these cute kids have been around for a long enough time, and the older they are, the sweetness will always be higher."

I don't want to drink vinegar (the wine of the fermented transition will turn into grape vinegar), Wilderger complained, but he did not show his rebelliousness - this vampire with a slender youth appearance has the inner self that makes the Dead Knight alert and... fearful, although he doesn't want to admit it, the power of this guy is indeed unfathomable - and as far as he knows, the Lesenba tribe is all confused guys, they are elegant, but they are equally violent, they will show mercy on the weak, but they don't mind killing them - they lack patience with the weak, they pursue power, and sometimes they are excited about something or even someone, but they may abandon it in the next moment...

According to the leader of the Jimichi clan, in the past century, the leader of the Lesenba tribe has not created any descendants, nor has he allowed any vampire (except the leader of the Lesenba tribe and a few visitors he allowed) to enter here - so, these wines were brewed by the elderly vampire themselves? The undead who also likes to work in hand blinked.

The nobleman...Wilderger stuck out his tongue and made faces in his heart, humming.

"Brewing wine is something worth trying." Yusel said: "Every serving of wine is alive. Look, my life span is destined to watch them live a lifetime - from birth, growth, maturity, decline to death. I can pay attention to the slight changes in every moment with fun - but even if I can see their color and shape changes through the barrels, and smell the smell that constantly changes in the fragrance of flowers, fruits, soil, leather, and nuts, I still cannot control and estimate that in the final result, they are all different. Even if the same raw materials, origin, harvesting and brewing time, they will still have various types like humans, every batch, every barrel, every cup, and even every drop are different - it is especially important to note that their best is completely different from the time when they start - you need to master the opportunity, just wait for it, or you can only drink bitter wine or vinegar in the end..."

Wilderge was concentrating on listening... Of course, this vampire would not just invite them to come and drink, but after a moment of silence, the leader of the Lesenba tribe made another gesture to signal them to move forward.

This time it’s red wine - from rose wine, new wine, young wine with light body and light taste to strong mature wine.

After drinking a glass of precious rot for nearly a hundred years, there is nothing surprising about the later red wine with a storage period spanning three or four centuries. After all, some of the red wines fermented with juice, skin and meat have to choose a long shelf life due to their own characteristics and needs (usually, wines that must be drunk within five years after brewing are called "short shelf life"; wines that must be drunk within ten years after brewing are called "medium shelf life"; those that can be stored for more than ten years are called "long shelf life"). Some categories even do not take time into consideration at all, and can be kept intact for decades or even hundreds of years, which is simply the better.

As they gradually deepen, the color of the liquid they taste gradually becomes darker, and then gradually becomes lighter, and the concentration continues to rise - white wine will darken the color due to the storage time, while red wine will lose its color due to the passage of time.

Wilderger felt that the undead were much more powerful than humans in wine tasting, not only referring to the keen feeling—the wine they drank was enough to kill an elephant.

The last thing that appeared before the four inhumans was less than an ounce, a beautiful liquid like rose purple diamonds, and the boy's crisp and high voice suddenly became low, "...I'm sorry," he lowered his eyes: "This may be an adventure, because even I was a second time to taste it, and I don't know how it has changed over the years," he smiled briefly: "This may be a dangerous move - after you send it to your mouth."

"Prudentness is a good thing," Alex replied slowly, "But if there is only caution, what's the difference between sitting and waiting for death."

The undead from the ectopic plane drank this magnificent liquid.
Chapter completed!