Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1400 636: Blood for Blood

Yue State City, Yuerong District, Yue Ming Garden.

In the center of the garden, in a five-story villa, Pei Yurong, the Sect Leader of Hundred Demons Workshop, raised a glass and said to everyone: "The first toast is to our Deputy Master!"

Du Wenming rose and raised his glass.

Last night, Du Wenming successfully completed the mission, rising from a marginal figure in Hundred Demons Workshop to become the Deputy Master.

"The second toast is to everyone's bravery on the battlefield!"

In last night's series of cases, some members of Hundred Demons Workshop played a key role. After this test, some of these members will become the backbone of Hundred Demons Workshop. The original backbone was largely eliminated by Du Wenming, so new members needed to step up.

Among these new members is Gu Hao, the Communications Department Chief of Dark Star Bureau.

"The third toast is to our dream, the dream temple we have built with blood and faith, soon to shine brilliantly. Now, let the Demon Lord's Envoy offer us guidance, inspiration, and blessings!"

A blond-haired, blue-eyed man in a black robe stood up and spoke to everyone.

He spoke in the Ravsha Language, which most present could not understand, but Du Wenming could.

His words were nothing special; he emphasized that this victory was hard-won. Once the Magnetic Storm Weapon is officially completed, the Demon Lord will descend upon the earth, the war will begin, and Hundred Demons Workshop must serve Demon Lord Chernoborg with even more devotion, creating more achievements under the Demon Lord's guidance.

Sect Leader Pei Yurong translated the Demon Lord's Envoy's words. The meaning was basically the same, but she adjusted the description, elevating the acknowledgment of achievements and motivation for the future to a higher level.

"There are many tough battles ahead, our Magnetic Storm Weapon has completed initial testing. This is a new sword we've crafted for the Demon Lord with our lives.

Once the Demon Lord conquers this planet, as the most loyal followers of the Demon Lord, we will become the first lords of this world, receiving endless life, supreme glory, noble status, and inexhaustible wealth!

Today, we raise our glasses, offering sincere blessings to the Demon Lord. Tomorrow, we don our battle robes, presenting victory wreaths to the Demon Lord!"

The crowd interchanged their drinks, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Du Wenming reminded: "Sect Leader, at this juncture, gathering for such a celebration might invite trouble."

Pei Yurong smiled: "There are things you don't understand. Your early life was smooth, you experienced too little, unaware of the difficulty of controlling the big picture.

Hundred Demons Workshop won this battle, but the losses were significant. If we don't gather the backbone and provide ample rewards, our unity will scatter. Without unified morale, who will exert effort for us? Who will fight the remaining tough battles?"

Pei Yurong was once a teacher, always expounding grand theories, which Du Wenming found quite annoying.

But annoyances had to be tolerated, as Du Wenming awaited payment.

Once the cocktail party ended, the dance immediately commenced. Pei Yurong had meticulously selected over fifty women from among Hundred Demons Workshop members to serve as dance partners for the Demon Lord's Envoy and the present meritorious figures.

The music played, with the crystal chandeliers carrying a Western palace charm illuminating the smiling faces of every newly appointed core member.

In the opulently decorated villa hall, luxurious silk gowns gently swayed atop the dimly lit carpet, and they nestled in their embrace, seemingly offering the most radiant flowers to the strongest warriors.

Dark yellow lights, dark yellow wallpaper, dark yellow carpet, dark yellow gowns.

Even the rhythm and melody of the waltz carried a sense of dark yellow opulence.

Du Wenming sighed inwardly, Pei Yurong truly cherished the color dark yellow.

As the first dance at the ball began, Du Wenming already detected some special scents, very heated, very restless.

And after the ball, even more frenetic arrangements awaited.

Such arrangements were set to persist for three whole days, causing Du Wenming profound concern, as he couldn't quite accept the madness of Hundred Demons Workshop, one reason why he distanced himself from it initially.

Pei Yurong arranged for several women to invite Du Wenming to dance, but he refused them all.

This displeased Pei Yurong, who disliked people who dampened the mood: "I made such arrangements because I can ensure everyone's safety. Mind your own business, and don't worry about things you're not meant to handle."

Du Wenming nodded, saying: "I wasn't questioning your intentions, I'm just not quite accustomed to such situations."

"Then you'd better learn to adapt, as these situations will become more common in the future!" Pei Yurong said with a stern face, "If you don't want to stay, go execute a task. The Demon Lord's Envoy has sent the payment for Xiao Qianshou, go deliver it to him."

Du Wenming was eager to comply, taking a wooden box and driving to Xiao Qianshou's place.

Xiao Qianshou lived in a small building in an urban village. Clothes hung downstairs, while salted fish sun-dried outside the window. At first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary household in Yuezhou's suburbs, and without definite intel, no one would believe this is where the ancestor of Thief Cultivation resides.

Du Wenming holding the wooden box, knocked on the door, and a response from Xiao Qianshou inside said: "Come in."

In the living room, Du Wenming placed the wooden box down, seeing Xiao Qianshou reclining on a chair enjoying tea.

"Senior, it was hard work last night."

"It's not just hard work, it cost me greatly," Xiao Qianshou chuckled bitterly, pouring Du Wenming a cup of tea, which Du Wenming found strangely poured.