Angor didn't know whether he should refuse or not. He could only give Felicia a helpless look.
"The Stone of Falsehood can help a woman develop her breasts," Felicia explained.
Angor quickly waved a hand at Greya. He didn't want to end up like Hookdick, who was neither a man nor a woman.
Greya put on a sad expression and looked at Angor with a sad expression.
Felicia shook her head when she saw Angor's helpless expression. "Go play by yourself, Greya. Don't do anything stupid. If you do well, I'll give you something to drink later. "
Greya's eyes brightened up. She nodded like a rabbit pecking at vegetables.
Greya returned to her small table and continued to cook and test her food.
She suddenly smiled at Angor. "You're too weak, so I made a pot of 'Enigmatic Butterfly' that you can drink. Do you want 'Unstable Enigmatic Butterfly' or 'Midnight Butterfly'?"
"What's the difference?" Angor asked.
Illusory butterflies flew out of Felicia's slender fingertips and sprinkled their scales into the wine pot on the counter. "Midnight Butterfly Dance targets your soul. It can build a butterfly defense around your soul. You can say that it's a special soul defense."
"Unstable Enigmatic Butterfly. Its effects are unknown. Perhaps it can increase your mana pool by five or ten years. Perhaps you can obtain a special skill. Perhaps you can directly jump to the level of an official Magus.
Felicia looked at Angor with a bright smile.
For some reason, Angor felt a chill down his spine when he was being stared at by those smiling eyes. He lowered his head to hide the fear on his face.
Angor carefully thought about the two options Felicia gave him. Both of them were filled with malice.
The first option, 'Midnight Butterfly', could passively increase one's soul defense. However, he had a feeling that Felicia was trying to find out more about his soul. Maybe Isabelle told her that his soul was special, which aroused Felicia's interest, so she wanted to use this chance to explore his soul.
The second option, 'Unstable Enigmatic Butterfly', had unknown effects. Was that even possible? Would a master of bartending and winemaking say that the effects of the wine in his hands were unknown? She even said something like "special skills" and directly become a wizard … If becoming a wizard was that easy, what was the point of all those years of hard work and knowledge?
Clearly, Felicia was exaggerating or even twisting the truth to force Angor to choose the first option.
Angor mocked himself in his mind. "Why would a wizard tell him to 'wait for you with wine'? So he's planning something else."
Felicia watched Angor's expression change. She didn't get angry. Instead, she sneered.
"What's the effect of 'Enigmatic Butterfly'?" Angor asked.
Felicia chuckled in her mind. "You think you're so smart?" But she didn't show it on her face. "It won't work. But maybe you'll get drunk."
"What? Aren't you going to warm the wine and freeze it? "Felicia asked.
He looked at Felicia. Her face was perfectly made up, and he didn't notice anything strange about it.
"But if I refuse …"
Felicia narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brows. A terrifying aura surged toward them.
"Of course not." Angor forced himself to change his mind. Under Felicia's pressure, he made a surprising decision. "Midnight Butterfly then."
"Are you sure?" Felicia looked at Angor with a strange expression. Her Midnight Butterfly could create a "Butterfly Wall" inside one's soul, but Angor wasn't wrong. She planned to infuse a part of her consciousness into the butterfly so that she could find out more about Angor's soul.
She believed that with this genius in front of her, he should have noticed the meaning behind her words. But the strange thing was that he actually didn't choose "Enigmatic Butterfly", but directly chose "Midnight Butterfly Dance"?
Of course, no matter which wine Angor chose, she still had a backup plan.
For example, the "Unstable Enigmatic Butterfly" was just as she said. The wine could help people learn special skills and even help them become wizards. However, the success rate was close to zero. Even if someone did become a wizard, he or she would lose all his or her strength due to the mismatch between the body and the power. In this way, she could destroy Angor's power. No matter how powerful his "background" was, no one would give up on him. Then, she could easily take Angor into Candy House.
If she chose "Enigmatic Butterfly", Felicia wasn't wrong either. Angor would get drunk until he couldn't even remember anything. In such a confused state, what could she not do? Not only could she dig out Angor's memories, but she could also check Angor's soul.
No matter which wine he chose, he would be ambushed. The most obvious one was the "Midnight Butterfly Dance".
Why did Angor choose "Midnight Butterfly"? Did he not see through the trap, or … did he think that there was nothing special about his soul and that it was fine for others to pry into it?
Felicia narrowed her eyes and waited for Angor's answer.
Angor chuckled. "I'm feeling a bit hot, so I need something cold to cool it down."
Obviously, this was a lie.
Felicia was even more confused now. However, she didn't want to question Angor's choice. She had no choice but to keep her doubts to herself.
"Very well. Please take a seat. I'll start freezing the wine. "Felicia pointed at a round table in the center of the hall and asked Angor to take a seat.
Angor nodded, found a guest seat, and sat down without hesitation.
After he sat down, he closed his eyes and pretended to meditate. But in fact, his mind was still racing.
Considering his relationship with Greya and his "unknown teacher", he believed that Felicia wouldn't kill him.
Under the premise that he wouldn't die, he chose the Midnight Butterfly Dance. The reason was that he didn't trust the other two choices even more. The "unstable Enigma Butterfly" wasn't a good choice, but he had a feeling that Felicia had set up a trap for him inside the "Enigma Butterfly".
Therefore, "Midnight Butterfly" was the only option he had. First of all, Felicia's motive for giving him the choice of wine was obvious. Even if Felicia's sword was pointed at his soul, at least he knew what he was dealing with.
Besides, he knew his soul well. Sometimes, he even felt that his soul didn't belong to him. Just as Felicia said, "Enigmatic Butterfly" was unstable. Ever since the Nightmare Queen left a wound on his soul, his soul had also gained "uncertainty and instability".
During his battle against Parasite Queen in Sky Tower, Parasite Queen accidentally touched the wound and destroyed her soul.
During Twilight Auction, he also tried to awaken the wound to summon the Queen, which almost caused the fall of Midnight Sovereign.
If he chose "Midnight Butterfly", if Felicia really wanted to search his soul, he still had a chance to surrender.
As for the other two choices, he had no chance at all.
Therefore, he would rather have the initiative in his own hands.
…
When night fell in Otherworld, Greya also took her seat.
A maid in a black and white dress began to serve up the appetizers one after another. Everything smelled good to Angor. However, Greya showed a look of disgust. She swept away all the dishes placed in front of her and threw them to the ground.
"I don't want to eat garbage, sis. I want to drink." Greya looked at Felicia.
Angor frowned when he heard Greya's childish voice.
He had been observing Greya from the corner of his eyes ever since he sat down. Somehow, he felt that Greya had changed from a "meat mountain" to a "young girl". Her mature and seductive personality had also turned into a "young lady". Back in the blood prison, Greya's appearance was different, but her personality and tone were still normal. How did she change so much in such a short time?
Angor had his doubts, but he didn't have the right to ask. Besides, he didn't think Felicia would answer him.
Felicia walked to Angor with a glass of dark liquid in her hand. The liquid was emitting a chilly aura that formed the shape of a butterfly and dissipated in the air.
She walked to the table gracefully.
"Is this for me?" Greya's eyes lit up.
Felicia smiled. "You're still making the wine. This is for our guest."
She placed the glass in front of Angor.
"Please enjoy, Midnight Butterfly Dance." She then sat down beside Angor. Angor felt a faint fragrance coming from the glass, which made him feel a little dizzy.
He put his hand on the glass and shivered at the coldness of Midnight Butterfly's Dance. It also cleared his mind a little.
"Thank you." Angor nodded at Felicia.
"You're welcome. You can only order this in my tavern if you have a silver card. Consider this as a reward for taking care of Toby, "Felicia said. She had already decided to use this as a reward for taking care of Toby. Also, Felicia offered him a glass of wine that clearly meant something bad.
Angor didn't feel good about it, but he couldn't argue with a wizard.
"Not going to drink?" Felicia pointed at the glass. "If the ice melts, it'll become an ordinary Enigma Butterfly."
"Good luck." Angor gave Felicia a meaningful glance and lifted his glass. "Good luck."
Angor finished the glass in one gulp.
As the cold liquid slid down his throat, Angor's pupils shrank for a second. The next moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His whole body shivered. But the feeling soon disappeared as butterflies arrived and dragged him into a peaceful world.
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