With a "boom", Weston felt as if something exploded in his mind, his vision suddenly went dark, and he fainted.
When he woke up again, he found that he was already lying on a soft bed. After looking around for a while, he understood that this should still be in Mostima's palace, and it should be one of the bedrooms.
Well, as for how to know, not everyone can use the symbol of the fallen angel clan.
So, did I faint? Weston secretly recalled the previous scene. It seemed that the aroma of Mostema's glass of wine made him feel that his soul was elevated, so he drank the glass of wine in one go, and then
Passed out.
It seems that I have indeed changed a lot?
Weston quietly felt his own changes. His soul was at least twice as powerful as before, and even the magic power was much purer. The purple color was deeper, almost black.
As expected of Mostima’s treasured wine, it’s really a good thing! Just one glass has improved him so much! While Weston felt satisfied, he couldn’t help but fantasize about what would happen if he drank a bottle.
How about that?
Unfortunately, Weston knew that the possibility of this was too small. Regardless of whether he could bear it, the stock of Mostima was not that large. It was a good thing that even Belial wanted to drink.
Thinking of this, Weston felt relieved again.
At this time, the door to the room was pushed open, and a succubus maid walked in. Seeing that Weston had stood up, she bowed hurriedly: "Your Highness, are you awake?"
"Yes, can you tell me how long I slept?" Weston asked with a smile.
"It should be a Moorish day!" The succubus maid thought for a while, and then said respectfully,
"Morge?" Weston raised his eyebrows, "What is that?"
"In human terms, it would take about a month, Your Highness," the maid explained.
Have I slept for a month? Weston was secretly shocked. Fortunately, he only had one drink. If he had drank more, wouldn’t he have slept longer?
"Your Highness, His Majesty the King has ordered that when you wake up, you can go to the study to find him. He has been waiting for you there." The succubus maid said cautiously, as if she was afraid of interrupting what Weston was thinking about.
"Oh, okay, thank you for the reminder!" Weston woke up from his thoughts, smiled and nodded, "I have to ask you to lead the way, I don't know where the study is!"
"This is what I should do. Please don't be so polite, Your Highness!" the succubus maid said in fear, with tears in the corners of her anxious eyes.
Am I so fierce? Weston thought a little depressed and dumbfounded. At the same time, he also had a deeper understanding of the status of the fallen angels in hell.
Under the guidance of the succubus maid, Weston found Mostema smoothly.
Although Mostema's study room is called a study room, it is actually about the same size as a library. There are two huge bookshelves on both sides of the wall, filled with books and scrolls. On one side of the wall are placed
A huge desk, but the other side is completely empty.
The empty wall was directly transformed into a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with two white curtains hanging on both sides, gently swaying in the breeze.
At this moment, Mostima was sitting at the tea table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, slowly sipping tea.
"Are you awake? Come and sit!" After Mostima saw Weston, he waved to him gently, gesturing for him to come over with him.
"Come, try this. This is the black tea I spent a lot of effort to get. In the whole hell, only seven of us brothers probably have it, and the amount is not much." Mostema poured it for Weston.
A cup of tea that looks ordinary.
Weston did not think that this was an ordinary thing. How could something that was valued by Mostema be simple? However, with the example of golden apple tree wine in front of him, he hesitated a little.
"Don't worry, it's just a cup of tea!" Mostima said with a smile, as if he saw Weston's concerns.
Weston felt relieved, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.
A cool feeling instantly spread to his whole body, making him shiver involuntarily. The sleepiness on his body was directly dispelled, and his spirit became much better. At the same time, the strong fragrance of tea and
The fiery taste made him intoxicated again.
What a great enjoyment! Weston couldn't help but sigh, he was worthy of being one of the Seven Lords of Hell, and the food and use were simply too good.
"How is it? Do you like it?" Mostema asked with a smile.
"Of course, it's a pretty good thing!" Weston nodded with satisfaction, and then he seemed to remember something and took out something from the traceless stretch bag he carried with him, which was a slightly shabby-looking wooden water bottle.
"This is a bottle of elf essence that I once got. I gave it to my uncle. Although it's not a good thing, it has a unique smell." Weston smiled and put the bottle on the table.
"Elven essence? A specialty of the elves?" Mostema glanced at him in surprise, "You do have some tricks up your sleeve! Moreover, you should have superimposed space on top of it?"
"It's just magic!" Weston said simply.
"It turns out that magic can still be used here!" Mostima nodded, "I do know some things about magic, but I didn't expect that the things that demons often use can have such wonderful functions! It seems that it can be studied.
Research."
Weston smiled slightly and said nothing.
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now!" Mosti opened a small space crack again with a stroke of his hand, "I will accept the things, you are interested! Now, let's talk about other things.
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"I want to know, when do you plan to go find your father?"
Weston was silent for a moment and sighed: "As soon as possible, we have to see you sooner or later, right?"
"That's true." Mastema smiled, "However, your father has asked me to do something. Do you want to hear it?"
"What's the matter?" Weston asked casually, "Tell me about it?"
"He doesn't want me to help you." Mastima said with a smile, "He asked me to teleport you to the sixth level of hell, and then let you find him with your own strength. What do you think, are you willing to do this?
?He said, you decide this. If you don’t want to, I can send you directly to his palace."
"Can I know the reason?" Weston was silent for a moment and then asked.
"Of course!" Mostema nodded, "He knows some of what you did after coming to hell, and thinks that you still lack some experience. Therefore, he wants you to practice a little bit, which can be regarded as a small test for you."
"Are you willing to accept it?"
Is it a test? Weston pondered for a moment and suddenly showed a free and easy smile, "I don't want to be looked down upon by my father!"
"Very good, this is the style of the prince of my fallen angel clan!" Mastema smiled and nodded.
"So, are you ready? I'm going to send you there!"...