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Chapter 74.012. The Feast at Burning Mountain

"Hey! It's about to start!"

Lazy said with a grin.

They were about to head to the meeting place of Ranshan Hall.

Solder Hotel.

This is one of the few remaining stores of Ranzan-do. Since Araki's death, all of its businesses have been under pressure from competitors and are no longer thriving.

This building, which is more than ten stories high, still retains the heritage and grandeur of the Ranshan Hall.

As they got off the car, a smiling middle-aged man warmly greeted them, bowed, and said, "Thank you all for coming from afar. I am Xiaosi Jiang, the new head of the Ranshan Hall branch. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please give me your guidance."

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, as if he was trying his best to control his emotions.

Longma was very curious. The middle-aged man with the receding hairline was right in front of him, and the man was bowing with utmost sincerity. Up until now, everyone had both respect and fear of the Seven Deadly Sins, even he himself had received such courtesy.

In the world of the White Walkers, they are probably quite a well-known group.

When I think like this, looking at the people around me, I can't help but feel a sense of pride.

"Hello, Master Xiaosi." Greed took the initiative to handle the negotiation.

"Is this the Lord You Dong who is about to conduct the ceremony? It's a pleasure to meet you."

He turned around skillfully, his well-tailored gray suit taut, and extended his right hand.

"Hello, Master."

The nominated Ryoma bowed and scraped.

"Indeed, he is a handsome man." Koji laughed heartily. The man's face had more wrinkles, and he looked much more energetic than usual, with a more refined appearance.

"Please follow me, everyone. We have prepared a sumptuous dinner, and the initiation ceremony for the Lord of the East will be held later."

Lazy, looking around, is just like a spirited young man full of energy.

With rage protecting lust, the two of them would unconsciously become closer than the other members.

Jealousy followed quietly, while gluttony lagged behind in the pack.

Koji caught a glimpse of the woman with a white ribbon covering her eyes; she was breathtakingly beautiful, but the trials and tribulations she had endured during this time had tempered her mind and made her more mature.

Arrogance always kept an eye on the situation of those around him.

Most of the people on night duty are White Walkers.

From the front desk staff to the waiters along the way, and the lobby manager who followed, they should all be employees of Ranshantang.

Today is the gathering of the Ranshan Hall, used to discuss important matters, allocate resources for the development of hall affairs, and summarize and set goals.

As they waited to enter, the door opened to reveal a magnificent indoor dining table.

Several tables were arranged in a circle, covered with snow-white tablecloths, and people were already seated on the outer edge, ready to go.

The carpet was red with brocade and white floral patterns, and the lighting consisted of nine crystal lamps with iridescent colors. The tableware and cutlery were all provided, shining brightly under the lights.

The melodious music was Japanese light music, and directly above was a platform covered with a red carpet, complete with projection equipment.

As they stepped through the door, everyone in the room stood up abruptly.

Welcome everyone!

The shouts of everyone were in unison, and even the bows were similar in degree, demonstrating the strict discipline within the hall.

This was the first time Donglongma had ever seen such a scene, and he was speechless and somewhat out of control.

"Please come and sit with me." Koji gestured for them to sit, making room for the few seats reserved at the front.

"Please feel free to do as you please," the middle-aged man said, as if to offer special consideration.

Champagne and red wine are placed on the table, and the boiling oil pot is bubbling with red oil and white foam. Plates of various raw meat rolls and cooked meat slices are laid out one by one, and the rich and fragrant soup base tempts people's mouths.

Ryoma discovered that even after becoming a White Walker, his sense of taste hadn't changed much. However, there was something strange about him; he didn't seem to feel as averse to raw meat.

Ryoma felt this idea was dangerous. Especially after eating cooked meat, a warm current flowed through his stomach, a feeling somewhat different from the feeling of a human enjoying a hearty meal.

You'll also have this noticeable feeling when you try things like pig's blood and foie gras.

Gluttony sat to the side, his face pale, his forehead slightly sweaty from the smoke, but he couldn't eat as happily as the others.

Ryoma patted him on the shoulder, his expression complicated: "Are you alright?"

Binge drank his water silently and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it. I can only eat liquids."

"Try to think positively. Maybe in the future, when medical conditions improve, you will be able to taste food again."

You Donglongma comforted him.

"Mmm." Gluttony buried his head.

Laziness, standing nearby, put her arm around Gluttony's neck and said with a grin, "Don't worry, Gluttony has his own unique talents too. You have to give up something to gain something."

While they were chatting, seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Koji slowly walked onto the stage, tested the microphone volume, and then said, "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's gathering is about to begin."

"First of all, today is different from other days. We have invited the Seven Deadly Sins, one of the Imperial Guards, to attend this banquet."

The applause was deafening.

"We are honored to conduct a rebirth ceremony for Ryoma, a newcomer to the Seven Deadly Sins. Let us welcome Ryoma."

Kojiro has gradually become familiar with such occasions. Although he was appointed to the position in a time of crisis, facing the storm head-on is the best way to hone one's growth.

As the dragon horse came onto the stage, the emcee held the bowl on the plate steadily with both hands.

The young man, who had almost never been the center of attention before, was inevitably a little reserved, but the enthusiasm and cheers of the crowd reminded him that his situation and treatment were truly unprecedented.

Koji leaned forward with his plump body, took the bowl from the plate, and said, "This is fresh human blood. It has a powerful effect that will allow you to experience the greatest changes. Please enjoy it."

The crimson liquid burned the young man's brain nerves, so bright red it made him involuntarily furrow his brow.

"Is there a movement?" Koji noticed something amiss in the other person's expression and asked.

You Donglongma closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "Sorry, I don't drink human blood."

The entire room fell silent.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

The expressions of those who embody the seven deadly sins vary, but apart from those who are arrogant, they all appear radiant.

They are all White Walkers. Although they were once human, they can no longer openly eat human flesh and can only rely on blood plasma to maintain their physiological needs. Since drinking human blood, they can never forget that wonderful feeling.

Drinking blood, both psychologically and physiologically, is a way to draw racial lines and abandon human ethics and morality.

The life energy of the White Walkers is not only derived from the energy provided by food, but also largely from the substances within their flesh and blood that sustain their needs.

You Donglongma murmured to himself, "In my opinion, the greatest thing that humans and White Walkers have in common is wisdom and humanity. It is because I felt this strong sense of affection from my companions that I no longer have any reservations about the White Walkers' identity."

"This made me realize that we are living beings, living, breathing beings with beating hearts. So please forgive my willfulness. As a fellow race that can bring warmth and mutual support, why must we hurt them?"

"Perhaps it's wishful thinking on my part, but I truly, from the bottom of my heart, hope that people can respect each other, even though both sides have the potential to feel warmth from each other, right?"

The words spoken by the dragon-horse resonated deeply.

My feelings are quite complicated today. The first-day subscription results for suspense novels came out yesterday. I supported three books: *Withering Night Talk*, *Starting with Ju-on*, and *The Primal Hunter*. But it seems their performance is still precarious. The supernatural genre is even less satisfactory than I expected. Three other works released around the same time all have over 10,000 favorites, making them pillars of the new release period, but the results are hard to describe—an average of 1,000 subscriptions each. *The Primal Hunter* only managed 570 first-day subscriptions. It has a Western-style, hardcore writing style, and the writing is excellent; I hope everyone will support it. Although my situation and performance are not as good as theirs, I'll still contribute my small share.

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