Chapter: Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 775: Warm Hospitality
It turned out that what was called phimosis was the disease the Thunder Titan spoke of.
It seemed even Legendary beings had such bizarre troubles.
Xi Wei wanted to laugh, but he knew he had to remain solemn at this time!
“I wish every little titan a healthy and happy life.”
Xi Wei sincerely offered his blessings.
This attitude undoubtedly made Marralum even happier.
The two kings chatted idly, engaging in mutual praise.
Marralum praised the Thunder Mountain Range, tempting Xi Wei to move his royal palace to the Northern Territory.
Xi Wei extolled the prosperity of Winter City, coaxing Marralum to build a temple for the titans in Winter City.
Soon after, a group of Thunder Trolls carried up newly brewed wine from Marralum.
It was a crystal bottle nearly five meters tall, filled with a dim, reddish-yellow liquid. However, the most striking feature was the seven or eight golden whip-like objects within.
“Uh, Lord Marralum, what is this wine infused with?”
Xi Wei actually had a guess in mind.
But he still held onto a sliver of naive fantasy about the Titan King’s integrity.
“As you can see, King of Winter, these are eight Gold Dragon Scrotums! Hahaha!”
Marralum burst into hearty laughter, causing ripples in the wine within the crystal bottle, shattering Xi Wei’s meager fantasy.
As expected.
Xi Wei mused, “Truly a Titan.”
When it came to giant dragons, they were completely detached from human matters.
Marralum picked up the crystal bottle and continued to boast of his exploits:
“It was about five hundred years ago. A Gold Dragon from Dragon Island injured a young titan in my clan. I was furious, so I went to Dragon Island, killed that Gold Dragon, tore it into shreds, and coincidentally, I also cut off the scrotums of its offspring and its father…”
Seeing Xi Wei’s hesitant expression, Marralum asked:
“Don’t you wonder why the Dragon God Bahamut didn’t bother me?”
Xi Wei nodded.
“Heh, Bahamut is merely a Lower God. The deity we titans serve is one of the Upper Gods, the God of Thunder and Punishment. Besides, the dragon race provoked us first. What’s wrong with me accidentally killing a dragon?”
The Titan King crossed his arms and sneered shamelessly, “Then, then I accidentally cut off a few more scrotums. I’m getting old, it’s inevitable to make mistakes. It’s perfectly reasonable to mistake dragon scrotums for Thunder Red Whiskers, right?”
“Very reasonable!”
Xi Wei nodded repeatedly.
Thunder Red Whiskers were a type of endemic plant in the Thunder Mountain Range that resembled golden whips.
It was perfectly understandable that the Titan King mistook them. If he were the Titan King, he too would have mistaken dragon scrotums due to dimming eyesight.
This world should show some leniency and understanding to old kings like them.
Xi Wei felt there was nothing wrong with that! The Titan King’s values were quite aligned with his.
With their core philosophies in agreement, their conversation became even more harmonious.
“Come, King of Winter, this wine is infused with eight Gold Dragon Scrotums and also contains Thunder Divinity. I don’t usually drink much of it. I heard you’ve inherited the Divinity of the God of Death, perhaps you can try some.”
With that, Marralum lifted a “cup” larger than a bed frame and deeper than a reservoir, draining it in one gulp. He let out a belch, and two rosy spots appeared on his dark gray face. In the next second, he collapsed onto his throne, snoring loudly.
Xi Wei stared at the scene, holding his wine cup, dumbfounded.
The surrounding titans and trolls continued their own activities, seemingly unfazed as if they had seen it all before.
Looking at the somewhat reddish basin of wine before him, Xi Wei, on an impulse, cast an appraisal technique.
[Gold Dragon Scrotum Wine]
[Each bottle of Gold Dragon Scrotum Wine produced means a prime dragon met a tragic end at the hands of a titan. No buying, no harm. Protecting dragons starts with boycotting dragon scrotum wine.]
Nothing seemed amiss.
Xi Wei took a shallow sip.
Contrary to his expectation of it being undrinkable, the wine tasted quite good.
It was sweet, with a faint腥味 of dragon blood, and the sensation of Thunder Divinity tingling his tongue.
Combined with the cold Northern Territory, drinking this wine gave him an illusion similar to drinking iced cola in his past life.
After just one sip, Xi Wei couldn’t help but pick up the basin and gulp it down.
“Hiccup~”
“Indeed, it’s wine brewed with dragon scrotums,” Xi Wei marveled inwardly. He turned to Ruo Yi, Connie, and Bai Yao and asked, “Would you like to try some?”
Ruo Yi frowned with disgust, while Connie and Bai Yao quickly shook their heads.
They weren’t surprised by wine brewed with dragon scrotums; instead, they found it repulsive.
The Titan King had clearly anticipated that the three ladies would not be interested in such wine.
Therefore, next to the dragon scrotum wine, there was a smaller crystal bottle.
It contained some shimmering purple berries, looking beautiful and exquisite.
“Your Majesty Winter, this is wine brewed with Thunder-Accumulating Fruits. It tastes sweet and contains a trace of Thunder Divinity. The three ladies can try some.”
The young titan named Xizel, whom Xi Wei had met before, approached him again.
“Father has arranged rooms for you. He… uh, he’s going to take a nap. The hunting ritual will officially begin in the evening, and I will notify you then.”
Xi Wei nodded upon hearing this, then had some more dragon scrotum wine.
As for the wine brewed with Thunder-Accumulating Fruits, Ruo Yi, Connie, and Bai Yao did not refuse.
The two of them and the dragon each held a small basin of wine, sipping it slowly.
The cola-like taste was clearly very appealing, and the three young ladies showed satisfied expressions. After a light meal, they followed Xi Wei back to their rooms to rest.
…
As soon as they returned to their room, Xi Wei felt something was off.
A potent wave of internal heat began to spread through his limbs.
The fox-eared girl in front of him was changing clothes, her fox tail swaying behind her.
Bai Yao was a little nervous about her upcoming Divine Trial. Connie and Bai Yao were good friends, and the two were whispering in another room.
Currently, only Ruo Yi was in the room.
Xi Wei looked at the swaying Ruo Yi and felt that Ruo Yi today was not only sexy but also exuded a faint aura of temptation.
He quickly shook his head, trying to clear his increasingly muddled mind.
This was a crucial period.
He was here to accompany Bai Yao through her Divine Trial; he was on official business.
Furthermore, the hunting ritual was to begin in the evening, with only a few hours left. He couldn’t possibly do anything absurd.
However, events did not unfold according to the struggles of the involved parties.
Ruo Yi, who had changed her Vena Holy Garment into a gauze skirt nightgown, turned around and saw Xi Wei’s flushed face. She thought something abnormal had happened to him.
She quickly stepped forward and touched Xi Wei’s face. Her hand felt incredibly hot, and she couldn’t help but worry, “Master, what’s wrong? Why is your face so hot?”
Xi Wei was already struggling fiercely to restrain himself.
At this moment, Ruo Yi’s soft and cool little hand touching his face was like a feather tickling his heart.
Coupled with the unique fragrance of Ruo Yi wafting into his nose, how could he resist?
“Master, you… Ah~!”
Amidst Ruo Yi’s startled cry, Xi Wei swooped her up by the waist and threw her onto the bed.
Then, like a ravenous beast, he pounced.
