Soon, just as the messenger had taken it out before, the red cup reappeared in Anvis's hand.
Even without anyone's urging, it is still exuding a juicy and restless aura of desire.
Similar to Avis's Seed of Desire, it is not actually some kind of magic item, but a special existence composed of alien power.
Just by holding it like this, Anvis could feel that the seeds of desire in his mental space had begun to tremble slightly, showing both the fear of facing higher beings and the desire to go further.
However, at this moment, only half of the ruby-like crystal of desire power was left in the cup. The rest had disappeared, and was suspected to have been consumed during the battle with Anvis.
"Those sacred objects...are you from the Holy See? No, it's impossible! Even those mad dogs in the Trial House, at best they can only embrace the darkness, but they will never embark on the road of desire!"
On the ground, the envoy, whose whole body was imprisoned by magic, lay stiffly. He could only turn his eyes to watch Anvis' movements, and try to open his mouth to test.
"You are definitely connected to someone high up in the Holy See! Only in this way can you explain the source of your strange objects!"
"Whatever you think."
Anvis smiled slightly and did not directly answer the envoy's doubts.
After getting what he wanted, Anvis continued to check the belongings of the messenger and the eighth-level storm warlock beside him, intending to see if there were any surprises.
"...Your Excellency, there is actually no need for us to be hostile to each other. God's generosity is unimaginable to mortals. If your goal is the power of these desires, then you can take it away."
While Anvis was searching for their belongings, the messenger spoke again, trying to turn Anvis into one of his own.
"Feasts of desire like tonight are held regularly in many cities across the Federation.
If you agree to join us, we can provide you with more power of desire. If you are worried about the authenticity of my invitation, I can even swear to the gods."
"Oh, thank you for your 'kindness', Your Majesty the Messenger, but I have no intention of joining you."
After checking the trophies, Anvis shook his head and refused the invitation. Inexplicably, the messenger seemed to hear a hint of disappointment and... sympathy in his tone?
"With only these things, you must have a hard time, right?"
Under the vigilant and disbelieving gaze of the envoy, Anvis returned those things to him, then turned around and left.
After Anvis disappeared for a moment, the magic effect on the messenger was lifted.
After using the magic power for a while to eliminate the physical discomfort, the messenger looked at the direction where Anvis disappeared and felt a little ridiculous.
Is he really that poor? That his enemies don't even bother to accept the spoils of war?
Or maybe the enemy didn't take away their belongings out of some concerns.
"Weird guy, he seems to know my identity, and his goal is very clear... I must report it to the Apostles and His Majesty the Marquis immediately. Unknown forces are likely to be involved in this incident."
His thoughts were a little confused. The envoy stopped thinking and rushed back to the empire with his guards, preparing to report the situation of this incident directly to the people behind him.
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On the other side, after letting the messenger go, Anvis returned to the venue.
He did not choose to kill the envoys. This would not solve any problem. At most, he would ask the marquis to increase their protective power, and then send more envoys out again to continue contacting external forces in other places he did not know.
It would be better to take away the cup and put the messenger back, leaving them to wonder.
At this moment, most of the people in the venue have not had time to disperse. Including the seventh-level city lord himself, the professionals on the dance floor are basically in a state between coma and wakefulness.
A group of people from the [Spark] organization seemed not to be present at the moment, and seemed to have left early.
As the deputy commander of Xinghuo, Shute usually has many things that he needs to personally review and decide. This time, he specially came to meet with the envoy, and by the way, he took Luoqi and three people to have a long experience. It has already spent a lot of time.
And when the cup in Anvis' hand reappeared in the field, the scene just now happened again.
From the bodies of all the professionals participating in the carnival feast in the entire castle, a faint power of desire began to overflow, and the bright ruby-like liquid in the cup began to gradually fill up again.
But correspondingly, as the source of the power of desire, those professionals who were originally semi-conscious were once again constantly sucked out of desire, and now they have begun to develop towards a deeper coma.
Avis wasn't sure what would happen if this situation continued, but it probably wouldn't be a good thing.
Sensing the changes in the status of these professionals, Avis raised his eyebrows slightly. He tried to use the power of the Seed of Desire to build a seal and wrap the cup inside.
The effect is not bad. Although it cannot completely block the passive effect of the cup, it can suppress most of it. If the original speed at which the cup absorbs the power of desire was one hundred, now it is only about one to two.
Indeed, these people may not be good people. If the things they have done are judged according to the imperial code, they are probably enough to be executed.
But they may still be useful to him later, so it's best not to waste them like this.
After mentally exploring the situation in the entire castle, Anvis held the cup in one hand and teleported to the open-air banquet in the atrium of the castle.
Here, a large number of low-level professionals are lying here and there, with confused smiles on their faces, indulging in beautiful dreams, unaware of everything around them.
Looking around, Anvis controlled the magic power and moved all the debris on the ground in front of him, leaving only a familiar professional lying in the center.
That was his acquaintance, the villain who had brought him into the castle in a daze and exchanged him for the position of deputy captain of the city guard and a bottle of [Beast Blood Glory] potion. His name seemed to be Cohen.
With a smile on his face at the moment, Avis tried to activate the magic [Dream Entering] attached to the Old Mysteries and took a peek into Cohen's dream.
In the dream, Cohen seemed to have broken through the second level at this moment, and successfully transferred from deputy captain to official captain of the city guard, and was now proudly dominating the city.
After arranging multiple layers of magic barriers around it to avoid affecting the outside world, Avis released the restraints again and placed the cup next to Cohen.
He wanted to see what would happen if he allowed his desires to be absorbed by this cup without any restrictions.
Soon, the results appeared.
As Avis watched, as the red cup came closer, Cohen's already overflowing smile began to become more twisted and crazy.
A large amount of almost substantial and intense desire power continuously overflowed from his body surface. At the same time, under the influence of unknown forces, the power of the dream potion in his body was instantly consumed at an alarming speed.
But after the effect of the drug ended, Cohen did not wake up, and the dreams generated by his desires continued.
During Avis's observation, the flow of time in the dream began to accelerate, the plot developed rapidly, and Cohen's strength in the dream also grew rapidly.
Level 3, Level 4, Level 5... Until Level 7, Cohen had become the commander of the city guards of Dragon Shadow City. Then one night he launched a rebellion, killed the current Lord of Dragon Shadow City, and replaced him with himself.
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