At home in the Saint Yoke Community.
It's now December 25th, 1 AM.
A bright yellow glow from an alchemical lamp still streams from the cracks in the door of the study.
Xia Zhou supports his chin with both hands, his elbows on the desk, his gaze fixed on the viewpoint of the 5th servant, unable to look away.
Not that he was affected by the coupling ceremony, but the current scene was extremely eye-catching, and the feedback from the Detection Spell was not good.
About 10 minutes ago.
The potions, powders, and high-level bone pouches on the magic array began to float as Scarface read.
The high-level bone pouch entered Scarface's body through his nostrbrils. At that moment, his face was filled with extreme pain, then extreme pleasure. His body floated in the air, hunched over, curling up like a sleeping baby.