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The banquet table stretched over eighty meters long, with the Clan Representatives seated according to their ranks. The Solomon Clan ranked fifth in the castle, placing Garen and Su Ye in the middle section of the table.
"Welcome everyone to Starsea City!" Somaroth, seated at the head of the table, stood up and lightly tapped his wine glass with a spoon, instantly silencing the lively restaurant.
"As the host of this banquet, I am honored to see all of you here. I just calculated that it has been nearly four years since the Thirteen Clans last gathered for a meal. However, it is heartening to see that everyone has grown stronger since then! Remember, Blood Power is the source of our bloodline... So, shouldn't we raise our glasses?"
Everyone smiled and drank together. After putting down his glass, Somaroth turned to Acheron nearby. "Hmm? Where has Taflo gone?"
Acheron replied with a gentlemanly smile, "Father is studying an ancient magic. He specifically asked me to send his regards to you!"
Even though Acheron was Taflo's only son, his absence from such a large gathering felt inappropriate. The vampires at the table exchanged knowing glances, sensing something unusual in the air. Kachin blinked her alluring eyes and stared intently at Acheron.
"Don't be fooled by him," Su Ye lazily glanced at Garen. "That old man is not someone to underestimate; no one here can match his blood."
The more hypocritical the mask, the more ferocious it reveals itself once uncovered.
Garen smiled slightly. "Don't worry. To me, every vampire is the same."
As he spoke, certain information surged into Garen's mind—suddenly about Somaroth. As expected, this elder was currently the leader of the Thirteen Clans. His Revernon Clan had reached its peak in centuries, largely due to that rarely seen Seventh Ancestor. Yes, this Seventh Ancestor hailed from Revernon Clan or rather was the former master of Revernon Clan.
As for Somaroth himself, even Su Ye's understanding of him was quite limited. In truth, there was no information indicating that Somaroth was a bloodthirsty killer; yet all who dared oppose him or threaten his interests had not lived to tell the tale.
Compared to the hypocritical masks at this table, Garen felt that Solomon's Eastern Bastion could almost be considered a peaceful world. Oh right, even the simple-minded Tastandin seemed endearing compared to these pretentious individuals.
Garen looked back and saw Tastandin staring at him with a cold smirk as if mocking him: Weakling, I will tear you apart sooner or later!
"Hey." Garen picked up his glass and gestured towards Tastandin before taking a sip.
Just as he placed the glass back on the table, a cold object pressed against Garen's waist—a sheathed longsword.
Since the tablecloth concealed what lay beneath the table, no one else could see this scene.
Following the direction indicated by the sword's hilt, he noticed diagonally across from him sat the Red-Haired Woman known as Scarlet Moon, her gaze fixed on him with a glint of murderous intent in her eyes.
Garen furrowed his brow. Despite being in a cooperative relationship with Chilisen, the threat he faced made him feel somewhat repulsed.
"Pour me a drink," Su Ye said, pushing the cup toward him.
Garen cast a deep glance at Su Ye. After a moment of silence, he concealed the purple potion in his palm and poured it into Su Ye's glass along with a generous amount of red wine. The sound of liquid filling the cup echoed, and then Su Ye took it away.
At the same time, the long sword slowly withdrew.
"Are you really okay with this?" Garen asked in a lowered voice.
Su Ye raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Did I hear you right? Are you concerned about me?"
Garen poured himself a glass of wine. "I'm concerned about myself."
He was already familiar with the properties of the purple potion. If it were just for Su Ye to consume, Garen wouldn't have any objections. However, under the Embrace relationship, the effects of the potion could very well affect him as well.
"Even Bai is more interesting than you!" Su Ye pouted and then smiled knowingly. "I have ways to handle it."
Hearing this, Garen gradually relaxed and resumed his mental duel with Tastandin, who was glaring at him from a distance.
The main purpose of Garen's visit to Starsea City was to protect Su Ye. After only half a day's interaction, he had come to realize the murky depths of this stagnant water; everyone wore unknown masks. In such circumstances, acting recklessly would undoubtedly be foolish; it was better to wait for the other party to reveal their true intentions.
Since sitting down in his chair, Garen had been observing these people and forming his own speculations.
...
Like the noble banquets of the human race, most of the evening was filled with laughter and banter from representatives of powerful clans, while those from lesser clans remained on the fringes, quietly listening and occasionally chuckling along.
For instance, beside a servant covered in black molten lava sat an inconspicuous little girl. According to information shared through Embrace, Garen discovered that this girl had a similar background to Su Ye—both belonged to clans with glorious histories that had gradually declined for various reasons until their internal talent dwindled, leaving them to rise on their own and bear all responsibilities.
Unlike Su Ye, however, this girl lacked an impressive bloodline, which meant no one showed any interest in her. For years, she and her clan had existed on the edge of oblivion.
Her name was Tatiana.
Her full name is Tatiana Berfant.
The banquet was nearing its end, and it was time to get to the main topic. Somaroth suddenly invited all the clans, and of course, it wouldn't be just a simple gathering; there might be some special purpose behind it.
"Alright, since everyone has eaten enough, I have something to say," Somaroth said as he tapped his wine glass again. The noise at the dining table ceased, and the entire venue fell silent.
"Before I officially reveal anything, I want to ask everyone a question," Somaroth smiled knowingly. "Who remembers where the last Lost Land was opened?"
As the question echoed, gasps arose from the audience, clearly indicating that they had already guessed something.
Acheron, after a brief silence, spoke up. "If I remember correctly, the last Lost Land was at Dead Man's Gorge, which is said to be the burial ground of countless war gods from the old era."
As he spoke, Acheron couldn't help but glance back at Lucifer, whose silver eyes were quietly focused on his meal. Upon hearing Dead Man's Gorge, Lucifer showed a hint of melancholy.
"That's right. Back at Dead Man's Gorge, we lost many elites. Although we ultimately gained quite a bit, it still allowed the Celestial Race to achieve final victory."
Somaroth's tone grew more serious. "I believe you have already guessed it. Yes, this continent we rely on for survival is far more mysterious than we imagine. For hundreds of years before the Second Continental War and over eight thousand years during the old era—even before that, in those unknown ancient times..."
"The civilization of this continent has been destroyed and reshaped time and again. Yet a part of it has been preserved in the void space; every so often, it re-emerges on the continent. Through these Lost Lands, we can not only explore the secrets of ancient times but also excavate power from them to strengthen our civilization."
The attendees set down their utensils, their faces reflecting a serious demeanor.
In a sense, Lost Lands are like unstable specific spaces that usually float in the void realm—what is known as the Void Domain. Only during certain untraceable times do these lost civilizations return to the continent.
Of course, there have been attempts to venture into the void in search of those civilizations. However, the void is vast; compared to it, Godeyas Continent is merely a drop in the ocean. Finding specific items within it is nearly impossible, especially considering the corrosive nature of the void that poses a constant risk of death.
With this thought in mind, everyone began to anticipate this upcoming Lost Land.
The profits from Lost Lands are directly related to their nature. For instance, last time at Dead Man's Gorge—a massive battlefield from the early old era—warriors donned Magical Armor; each knight possessed incredible strength. Unfortunately, this technology ultimately fell into the hands of the Celestial Race while the Blood Clan only obtained remnants of civilization and some special skills.
Compared to previous Lost Lands, Dead Man's Gorge could be considered one of the largest ruins in a century. Its true depth remains largely unexplored; regrettably, its opening time was too brief, leaving all participating clans with lingering regrets.
Somaroth's lips curled into a smile. "This time, the Lost Land we are opening is still the Dead Man's Gorge!"
The venue erupted in an uproar.
"At least according to Niguzate's Foreknowledge Magic, it is so," Somaroth glanced to the side.
"Therefore, the purpose of summoning you all here is to determine the quota for entering the Lost Land."
The information Somaroth revealed was astonishing, and it took a moment for everyone to regain their composure.
Acheron furrowed his brow and asked, "So how will you determine the quota?"
Indeed, the opening of the Lost Land would not only affect the profits of the entire bloodline but also relate to the interests of certain Clans. Take the last Dead Man's Gorge, for example; Lucifer gained a tremendous boost in power, helping the Sertate Clan solidify their fourth ranking, and they nearly pushed out the third-place Asamait Clan.
Who would get to participate?
This was a question on everyone's mind.
Somaroth extended his hand and pointed to a corner of the venue, where a large black crystal floated, its interior shimmering with starlight.
"Pain Crystal."
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