Ultragenic Warlord

Chapter 443: The Seven Crazies

The sura king Moyan glanced at the jar of eyes in his hand, unwilling to put it down before spending a long period crooning at it.

On the table beside him was laid out jar after jar, each with a pair of eyes.

"The 230th pair!" Moyan exclaimed. Two sura fighters walked in, and the sura king pointed at the girl whose eyes had been taken from her.

Even without the sura king saying anything, the two sura fighters knew what to do. They had already done the same thing countless times before. They dealt with the little girl still lying on the stone bed.

Usually, these blinded victims would become food for the sura or for the creatures that they were rearing. Only a lucky few would be sent back to the prisons. The young girl laid out in front of them would have exquisite taste and flavor, with tender, juicy flesh. The sura fighters would smuggle her out, send her to a restaurant they knew well and have her prepared for them.

One of the sura fighters said, "The elder came over with a missive which he left with me, your highness, so that I could hand it to you after your affairs were over."

Moyan frowned as he read the missive. "This is from the empire of stars?"

In yet another sura palace, a sura king was enjoying a meal.

He was very particular about every aspect of the feast. The dining hall was decorated in white. Young sura maidens were playing a beautiful melody, and a bouquet of white flowers was placed at the very center of the long table.

The sura king delicately sliced apart the meatball on his plate and placed it in his mouth with a fork. He chewed slowly, savoring every last detail, and praised, "Today's testicles are excellent, better than yesterday's."

Unlike the other sura kings, he had skin as white as snow. His body was lithe and graceful, his voice soft and melodic. He was a far cry from any other sura, let alone the sura kings.

This sura king was Gaoyuan.

The chef beside him introduced, "I tried adding in some heisong wine, and I extracted the testicles from a young man who just reached adulthood."

Gaoyuan shook his head. "The flavor isn't strong and rich enough. I prefer raw testicles. The meal you prepared from that human child wasn't bad; his testicles were divine."

"I would be happy to repeat the dish, your highness." The chef placed a flagon of wine on the table. "Your highness, would you be willing to try the wine that I've just brewed? I've made it with the testicles of 99 different lifeforms, and it has a unique mouthfeel."

"Very well. Pour me a cup," Gaoyuan instructed, lifting a cup to him.

The chef poured the wine into the cup. The liquid was sticky and shot through with veins of white, and it indeed had a very unique odor.

Gaoyuan took a sip and nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. This is the best wine I've ever had; send some to my room."

"Yes, your highness!"

"However, I think even this wine can be improved further. Use 999 different lifeforms next time—the intensity, mouthfeel, and scent should all be enhanced."

The chef spasmed. He had thought himself perverted enough to follow in the sura king's footsteps, but he was clearly far too ordinary.

The sura king had no upper limit for his perversion.

During their last meal, he had heard that the sura king had a brother who enjoyed sex with male humans, who was likewise a sura king—it felt as though no ordinary sura would be able to aspire to such a vaunted position without some perversion or another.

The chef replied honestly, "Your highness, I fear that it would be too sticky and gelatinous for wine."

"I enjoy that mouthfeel," Gaoyuan replied.

The chef's mouth spasmed again. "I'll give it a try, your highness."

At any rate, he wasn't about to test it. The chef specially employed a few human females to test the taste and flavor of his creations.

Gaoyuan smiled. "If the taste isn't up to par, you can try brewing some wine incorporating the testicles of 9,999 lifeforms instead. I'm sure the flavor will be even more enhanced then."

By that point, it would probably solidify into jelly,?the chef murmured to himself.

Just then, an elder walked in. "Your highness, have you finished your meal?"

Gaoyuan motioned to the flagon of wine containing a thick white-colored liquid within. "I've finished my meal. Would you like to try the chef's newest brew, elder? The mouthfeel is very interesting."

"Is it dangerous, your highness? Will it explode?"

Gaoyuan laughed. "Haha, elder, you truly are funny! You're one of my trusted subordinates. Why would I want to cause you harm?"

The elder eyed the chef, who secretly made an abortive hand motion. The elder surmised, "It looks like this might be even more dangerous than a bomb and poison combined."

Gaoyuan glanced at the chef, who immediately lowered his head. "Your highness, it looks like you have some business with the elder, so I'll take my leave now."

Before he left, he could hear Gaoyuan asking once again, "Elder, are you sure you won't have some?"

The elder rolled his eyes. "In that case, there wouldn't be any point to my hiding during your meals, would there?"

Gaoyuan sighed. "What a shame. Except for my fifth brother, none in this world understands me..."

"Your fifth brother's dead."

Gaoyuan stilled. The cup of wine in his hand burst into pieces, and thick white liquid spilled out. "What did you say?"

The elder handed him a missive. "This is from the monarch of stars, and it explains what happened."

Gaoyuan shook his head in disbelief. "It's impossible! We're all godsons of the monarch of stars. No sura would dare raise a finger to us!"

On a large four-poster bed, two figures were tussling with each other.

From outside the door came a guard's booming voice. "Your highness, a missive for you!"

"Who's there? Don't you know that I'm doing something very important with the elder?" the sura king shouted back in displeasure.

The other figure in bed was an old sura whose face was covered in wrinkles, whose cheeks were still suffused with a faint blush that had yet to fade. "Your highness, if there's something important to be done, please go ahead. Matters of state are far more important."

This sura king was very young, and he looked no older than fifteen or sixteen. He kissed the elder's forehead. "Nothing could be more important than you."

His name was Suiyue.

"Ah, well..." The elder turned his head to hide his blush.

"Shall we continue?" Suiyue giggled.

From the outside, the guard continued, "Your highness, this is a missive from the empire of stars!"

"What? From godfather?" Suiyue excitedly jumped out of bed, dressed himself, and hurriedly took the letter.