Chapter 410 The Immortal Serpent Emblem <TOC> Chapter 412 Soul Prairie
Translator: SumTLMan
Angel didn’t know whether he should refuse, so he could only cast a helpless glance at Felicia.
“The Stone of Delusion can promote the development of breast tissue.” Felicia said indifferently.
Hearing this, Angel quickly waved his hand at Gloria. He didn’t want to become like Hookedick, neither male nor female.
Angel’s refusal made Gloria feel somewhat wronged, her face showing a hurt expression.
Seeing Angel’s bewildered face, Felicia shook her head: “Gloria, you go play by yourself, don’t cause trouble. If you behave well, I’ll give you some wine later.”
Gloria’s eyes lit up when she heard there would be wine, and she nodded like a little rabbit pecking at food.
Gloria returned to her small table and continued cooking and tasting her own food.
Felicia then suddenly smiled and said to Angel: “Your power level is too low, so I specially prepared a jug of ‘Mysterious Butterfly’ that you can drink. Do you want to warm the wine into an ‘Unstable Mysterious Butterfly,’ or freeze it into a ‘Dance of the Midnight Butterfly’?”
“Is there a difference?” asked Angel.
Butterflies with illusory wings fluttered from Felicia’s slender fingertips, scattering scales into the wine jug on the bar: “Dance of the Midnight Butterfly targets your soul, building a butterfly defense line in your soul. You could say it’s a special kind of soul defense.”
“‘Unstable Mysterious Butterfly’ has unknown effects. It may enhance your magic source level by five or ten years, perhaps gain a special skill, or even directly advance to the level of a formal wizard. Who knows?”
After Felicia finished speaking, her eyes sparkled with a mysterious light, and she looked at Angel with a smile.
For some reason, being stared at by this smiling gaze, Angel felt a chill down his spine. He lowered his head to hide the fear on his face.
He carefully pondered the two choices Felicia had given him. Both had a strong malicious intent.
The first, Dance of the Midnight Butterfly, claimed to passively increase the effect of soul defense once. However, Angel always felt that Felicia’s goal was to probe the reality of his soul. It was probably because Isabelle had mentioned that his soul was special, and Felicia became interested, wanting to take this opportunity to explore his soul.
The second, Unstable Mysterious Butterfly, Felicia said the effect was unknown. Was this possible? Would a master of mixing and brewing wine say that the effect of the wine in her hands was unknown? And then she used tempting words, such as special skills and directly advancing to a formal wizard. If advancing to a formal wizard was so easy, then what was the point of years of hard cultivation and accumulating knowledge?
Obviously, Felicia was deliberately exaggerating and even distorting the facts, forcing Angel to choose the first option.
Thinking about this, Angel mocked himself in his heart: “A formal wizard would never say ‘aged wine awaits you’ to him, there must be other intentions.”
Felicia’s expression was indifferent, watching Angel’s expressions change, she didn’t get angry, but instead gently raised a cold smile.
“Not a warm wine, not a frozen one, what is the effect of a simple ‘Mysterious Butterfly’?” Angel asked.
When Angel asked this question, Felicia sneered in her heart: “Pretending to be clever.” but her expression remained unchanged: “No effect, but perhaps you’ll be so drunk that you can’t tell day from night.”
“How come? Don’t you plan to heat the wine and freeze it?” Felicia asked in return.
Angel looked at Felicia, whose makeup was exquisite, and no emotions could be seen on her face.
Angel: “If I refuse…”
Felicia’s eyes narrowed, her eyebrows raised, and a terrifying pressure came upon them.
“… it would naturally be bad.” Angel forced a smile, and then, under Felicia’s threatening pressure, made a decision that even Felicia found surprising: “Let’s go with the Dance of the Midnight Butterfly.”
“Are you sure you want to choose Dance of the Midnight Butterfly?” Felicia’s expression was somewhat strange. The Dance of the Midnight Butterfly she made could indeed build a butterfly defense in the soul, but Angel’s guess was also correct because she planned to integrate a strand of her own consciousness into the butterflies and explore the reality of Angel’s soul.
She believed that this talented person in front of her should have sensed her hidden intentions, but strangely, he did not choose “Mysterious Butterfly” but directly chose “Dance of the Midnight Butterfly”?
Of course, no matter which wine Angel chose, she had a backup plan.
For example, if Angel chose “Unstable Mysterious Butterfly.” The wine indeed, as she said, has the effect of allowing people to comprehend special skills and even advance to a formal wizard, although the probability is very low. Even if they really advanced to a formal wizard, they would lose all their power due to the mismatch between their body and strength. In this way, she could destroy Angel’s cultivation, and a useless person, no matter how huge their “background.” would probably give up on him. By that time, she could justifiably take Angel into the Candy House.
If he chose a simple “Mysterious Butterfly.” what she said was actually true, that one would be so drunk that they wouldn’t know what was happening in the outside world or when. In such a dazed state, what couldn’t she do? Not only could she dig out Angel’s memories, but she could also explore his soul without resistance.
So, whichever he chose, he would be schemed against. The most obvious trap was the “Dance of the Midnight Butterfly.”
“Very well, please have a seat. I will begin chilling the wine.” Felicia gestured towards the round table in the center of the hall, indicating for Angel to take a seat first.
Angel nodded, found the guest seat, and sat down without hesitation.
After taking his seat, he closed his eyes and appeared to be meditating. However, in reality, his thoughts were still swirling wildly.
Based on Gloria’s relationship and his “unknown mentor” behind him, it was highly likely that Felicia wouldn’t lead Angel to his death.
Under the premise of “not fatal.” he chose the “Dance of the Midnight Butterfly.” The main reason was that he was even more distrustful of the other two options. “Unstable Mysterious Butterfly” could be dismissed as foolish; the “Mysterious Butterfly” seemed harmless, but Angel always felt that Felicia had some schemes, and there must be a trap waiting for him within the “Mysterious Butterfly.”
In this case, only “Dance of the Midnight Butterfly” could be chosen. Firstly, Felicia’s intention in giving him this wine was clear, and even if she targeted his soul, at least he had some idea.
Moreover, Angel knew his soul well. Sometimes he even felt that his soul did not belong to him. This was because, just like the “Unstable Mysterious Butterfly” Felicia mentioned, his soul had acquired “uncertainty and instability” after the Queen of the Nightmare Plane inflicted a wound on it.
Last time, during the match with the Parasite Mother at the Sky Tower, the Parasite Mother eventually triggered that wound, and her soul was ultimately dispersed.
During the Twilight Auction, he forcibly activated the wound, summoned the Queen, and nearly caused the Shadow Demon City to fall.
Choosing the “Dance of the Midnight Butterfly” meant that if Felicia really wanted to explore his soul, he would still have a chance to collapse it proactively.
Choosing either of the other two options would leave him with no opportunity at all.
Therefore, Angel preferred to keep the initiative in his own hands.
…
When night fell in the inner world, Gloria also took her seat.
Immediately after, the maid in a black and white dress began to serve one dish after another. To Angel’s senses, the taste of the food seemed quite good. However, Gloria wore a face of disgust and swept all the plates in front of her onto the floor.
“I don’t want to eat garbage, sister, I want to drink wine.” Gloria’s gaze turned to Felicia.
Gloria’s voice was childish and aggrieved, causing Angel’s eyebrows to furrow tightly.
After taking his seat, he had been observing Gloria from the corner of his eye, feeling that her image had changed from the “Great Flesh Mountain Demon King” to a “half-youthful girl.” and her personality had changed from mature and seductive to naive and tender. This made Angel feel very strange, as when they were in the Blood Prison, Gloria’s appearance had changed, but her tone and personality were still normal. How could such a significant change occur in such a short time?
Angel had doubts in his heart, but he had no position to ask, and he didn’t think Felicia would answer him.
Felicia came over, holding a glass of pitch-black liquid in her hand, emanating a chilling aura that condensed into the shape of butterflies, dissipating in midair.
She gracefully approached the table.
“Is this the drink for me?” Gloria’s eyes brightened.
Felicia’s eyes curved in amusement: “Your drink is still being prepared; this is for our guest.”
After saying that, Felicia placed the glass in front of Angel.
“Enjoy, Dance of the Midnight Butterfly.” After Felicia finished speaking, she sat down beside Angel, and a faint, cool scent wafted over, making Angel’s mind momentarily hazy.
Angel reached out to touch the glass, the icy chill of the Dance of the Midnight Butterfly made him shudder, but it also somewhat cleared his mind.
Angel turned his head and nodded to Felicia: “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. This drink is only available to silver cardholders in my bar. Consider this as a reward for taking care of Toby.” With that one sentence, Felicia turned Angel’s kindness of taking care of Toby into a transaction, and she did it with a drink that clearly had ill intentions.
This made Angel feel somewhat uncomfortable, but he couldn’t argue with a formal wizard.
“Aren’t you drinking?” Felicia pointed to the glass: “Once it melts, it will become an ordinary Mysterious Butterfly.”
Angel looked deeply at Felicia, picked up the drink, his eyes flashing with a faint light, and whispered to Felicia: “Good luck.”
With that, Angel downed the drink in one gulp.
As the icy Dance of the Midnight Butterfly entered his throat, Angel’s pupils contracted momentarily. The next instant, Angel felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, shivering all over, but this icy feeling quickly disappeared as a flurry of graceful butterflies carried him into a serene world…
Chapter 410 The Immortal Serpent Emblem <TOC> Chapter 412 Soul Prairie