With a "boom", Weston only felt as if something had exploded in his mind, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he fainted directly.

When he woke up again, he found that he was already lying on a soft bed, and after a little observation, he understood that this should still be in Mostima's palace, it should be one of the bedrooms, as for how he knew, the symbol of the fallen angels was not for everyone.

So, I'm fainting? Weston secretly thought back to the previous scene, and the aroma of the glass of wine, which seemed to be Mostima, made him feel the upliftment of his soul, so he drained the glass of wine in one go, and then fainted.

It seems that he has indeed changed a lot?

Weston quietly felt the change in himself, his soul was at least twice as powerful as before, and even his magic power was much more refined, and the purple was even deeper, even almost black.

It's a wine from the Mostima's collection, and it's really good! Just one cup has lifted yourself up so much! While Weston felt satisfied, he couldn't help but fantasize about what would happen if he drank a bottle?

It's a pity, Weston knows that this possibility is too small, not to mention whether he can bear it, and Mostima doesn't have so much stock, it's a good thing that Belier wants to drink.

Thinking of this, Weston was relieved again.

At this time, the door of the room was pushed in, and a succubus maid walked in, and when she saw that Weston had already stood up, she hurriedly bowed: "Your Highness, are you awake?" ”

"Yes, can you tell me how long I slept?" Weston asked, smiling.

"It's supposed to be a Moore day!" The succubus maid thought for a moment, then said respectfully,

"Moore Day?" Weston raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" ”

"It's about a month for you to be human, Your Highness." The maid explained.

I've been sleeping for a month? Weston was secretly shocked, fortunately he only drank one glass, if he had drunk more, wouldn't he have slept longer?

"Your Highness, His Majesty the Maharaja has instructed 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 afraid to interrupt what Weston was thinking.

"Oh okay, thanks for the reminder!" Weston came to his senses from his musings, smiled and nodded, "I'm going to have to trouble 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!" The succubus maid said with trepidation, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Am I that fierce?! Weston thought a little depressed and a little crying, and at the same time had a deeper understanding of the place of the fallen angels in hell.

Led by the Succubus Maid, Weston was able to find Mostima without incident.

Although called a study, Mostima's study is about the size of a library, with two huge shelves full of books and scrolls on two walls, a huge desk on one side and a completely empty on the other.

The empty wall was cut into a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and two white curtains hung on both sides, gently swaying in the breeze.

At this moment, Mostima is sitting at the tea table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, slowly sipping tea

"Awake? Come and sit! When Mostima saw Weston, she beckoned him softly and motioned for him to come along.

"Come, try this, this is the black tea I got with a lot of effort, in the whole hell, it is estimated that only seven of us brothers have it, and the amount is not much." Mostima poured Weston a cup of tea that looked unremarkable.

Weston didn't think that this was an ordinary thing, something that could be valued by Mostima, how could it 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!" As if to see Weston's concerns, Mostima said with a smile.

Weston relented, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

A cool feeling instantly spread to his whole body, making him shiver involuntarily, but the little sleepiness on his body was directly dispelled, and his spirit became a lot better. At the same time, the strong aroma of tea and the fiery taste made him intoxicated.

What a treat! Weston couldn't help but sigh, worthy of being one of the Seven Monarchs of Hell, the food is not too good.

"How's that, do you like it?" Mostima asked with a smile.

"Quite a nice thing, of course!" Weston nodded in satisfaction, and as if remembering something, he pulled out something from the Traceless Stretch Bag he had with him, a slightly shabby-looking wooden water bottle.

"This is a bottle of elf essence that I once got, so I gave it to my uncle, although it is not a good thing, but it also has a different taste." Weston smiled and placed the bottle on the table.

"Elven essence? A specialty of the elves? Mostima looked at him with some surprise, "You have some means!" Moreover, this should be superimposed by you? ”

"It's just magic!" Weston said simply.

"So magic can still be used here!" Mostima nodded, "I know a little bit about magic, but I didn't expect that something that demons often use would have such a wonderful use!" It seems that it can be studied and studied. ”

Weston smiled slightly, but did not speak.

"Alright, let's not talk about that!" With a stroke of his hand, Mostima opened a small spatial crack again, "I'll take the things, you have a heart!" Now, let's talk about something else. ”

"I wonder, when are you going to go to your father?"

Weston was silent for a moment, and sighed: "As soon as possible, sooner or later, we will see each other, won't we?" ”

"That's right." Mostima smiled, "However, your father has asked me for something, would you like to hear it?" ”

"What's the matter?" Weston casually asked, "Tell me about it?" ”

"He doesn't want me to help you." Mostima smiled and said, "He asked me to teleport you to the sixth level of Hell, and then let you find him in your own power." Well, are you willing to do that? He said, you can decide this, if you don't want to, I can send you directly to his palace. ”

"Can I find out why?" Weston was silent for a moment and asked.

"Of course!" Mostima nodded, "He knows some of your practices after coming to Hell, and thinks that you still lack some experience, so I want you to experience it a little, 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 smile, "I don't want to be looked down upon by my own father!" ”

"Very good, this is the demeanor of the prince of my fallen angel clan!" Mostima smiled and nodded.

"So, are you ready, I'm going to send you over!" ......

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