Chapter 410 - Midnight Butterfly
Chapter 410: Midnight Butterfly
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Again, Angor wasn’t sure whether he should eat this thing at all, so he gave Felicia a pleading look.
“Forgery Stones. They help women grow larger breasts,” Felicia replied casually.
Angor quickly shook his head at Greya. He didn’t wish to turn into a she-monster like Hookdick.
“Greya” made a duck face.
Felicia looked at Angor’s helplessness and sighed. “Hey Greya, find something else to do first. I need to talk to him. If you act like a good kid, I’ll give you some wine later.”
“Greya” nodded happily as if she were a real little girl who was just promised candies. She then returned to her tiny table and started cooking and eating.
Felicia grinned at Angor. “You’re still too weak. I brewed something for your fragile throat called Mythical Butterfly. Should I warm it up into ‘Fickle Butterfly’ or ice it into ‘Midnight Butterfly’?”
He didn’t ask about it though. He didn’t believe Felicia would actually answer him.
Felicia approached him with a glass of dark liquid. The liquid was releasing visible cold air that slowly turned into butterfly shapes and disappeared into the air.
“Oh! Is that for me?” Greya quickly grew happy.
“I’m still preparing your wine. This one is for our guest.” Felicia smiled at Greya and placed the glass in front of Angor. “Now, enjoy your Midnight Butterfly,” Felicia said and sat beside Angor.
Angor reached for the glass. The coldness of the glass made him tremble a little, but it also refreshed his mind.
“Thank you.” Angor nodded to the woman.
“You’re welcome. You know, only Silver VIPs can order this one in my tavern. Just consider it a reward for taking care of Toby for Greya.”
By this, Felicia nullified Angor’s favor of nursing Toby with a glass of wine which obviously wasn’t a generous offer.
Angor didn’t protest. He couldn’t anyway.
“Drink it as fast as you can,” Felicia said as she pointed to the glass. “Once the ice is gone, it will become Mythical Butterfly again.”
Angor held the glass up and gave Felicia a meaningful glance. “Good luck, Miss Felicia.”
He gulped the wine in one go.
As the chilly liquid stimulated his throat, Angor’s irises shrank. He felt as if he fell into Ice Cave again.
It didn’t last long. A swarm of butterflies soon came and dragged him to a peaceful place…