Wenzel held the sleeping girl in his arms, but he didn't feel much at ease.
He climbed out of bed quietly, dressed himself, and left the room.
In another room.
The dim light shone on a blood-red gem on the table. The door of the room was opened and Wenzel walked to the table.
A wisp of black mist floated out of the red gem. It was a small ball, not black enough, and it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind.
Its tone was full of interest. "Huh? Your aura has changed. Did you trick the little god?"
"Is that enough for you?"
The black fog shook its body.
"She will leave here sooner or later. What will you do then?"
"Face your inner desires. You can't let her go. Even if you have to use cruel means, you will choose to keep her, right?"
Wenzel remained silent throughout the conversation, and Black Mist changed the subject after talking for a while.
It is necessary to mention the use of force to deceive people from time to time, but not too much.
Otherwise it is easy to develop a rebellious mentality.
"What's the situation outside? Is that Saint Son dead?"
Thinking of that rude guy, it couldn't help but snort. He didn't even give it time to finish its lines. At least he should have waited for it to finish before refusing, otherwise it would seem so unpresentable.
Wenzel walked to the cabinet and took out some bottles and jars.
"I'm not here to gossip with you."
Black Mist glared at Wenzel fiddling with those things over there, "Wrong, wrong, your dosage is wrong."
Wenzel ignored him and went about his own business in silence.
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