Chapter 157 The Heart of the Alchemist: The Cup of Wine That Can Never Be Finished (Please Vote for Me)

"what's on your mind?"

A sudden voice sounded from behind. I didn't even turn my head and replied somewhat bleakly: "I was wondering what kind of place Alcatraz is!"

With a smile, Mostema took out two cups of green wine from the void and placed one cup in front of me. He is no longer the ugly man like Julien, and his manners are impeccable and elegant. I took a sip gently, and the refreshing and pleasant aroma of the wine penetrated my heart and lungs, as if all the pores in my body were relaxing.

I don’t even know when Mostima appeared, and the underworld butterfly cannot capture his traces. This is not surprising, after all, Mastema is an existence far beyond the human level, with power as deep as the sea and unfathomable.

"It's such a good wine. Which world's master brewer did it come from?"

Facing this mysterious man again, I didn't seem to have any special feelings. The insecurities just now were thrown away. Instead, I chatted casually like an old friend, without any embarrassment.

"The name of this wine is Green Sea, and it is made by the most beautiful goddess in Yuanyuan Continent. If you have leisure in the future, you can visit this goddess. She is very hospitable."

Mostema's words were polite, but he had no intention of revealing the name and address of this goddess to me. He twirled the wine glass thoughtfully, put it down gently, and finally said: "The Demon Sealing Mercenary Group recently obtained a magic map. There will be a big operation in the near future. They will go out to sea to explore **** route. I hope you can participate in this operation and help me find the pentagram bracelet."

I drank all the wine in my hand and said in an understatement: "Mr. Mostima has incredible power. Going to the **** is just a trivial matter with a frown. What can a little person like me do?"

There is a weak but mysterious magical energy rippling gently in the wine glass in the palm of my hand. The wine, as dark as the sunset and as clear as the red leaves of the Western Mountains, slowly rises from the bottom of the glass and stops rising two or three minutes from the mouth of the glass. .

"A wine glass that can never be finished? It's a very interesting treasure!"

Mostima smiled slightly, skipped the previous question, and patiently explained the following chat: "These pair of wine glasses are made by Jin Yong, the most famous craftsman in Yuanyuan Continent. As long as they have the same owner, If you use it, the wine in the cup will never be the same again. Unless it changes to a new owner, it will be possible to taste the wine that once left people with endless aftertaste."

Such a strange treasure, even though I am not greedy for what is in the cup, I can't help but admire it: "It is indeed a good thing. I don't know how many people are willing to hold such a pair of wine glasses in their hands and never let go of them throughout their lives."

Mostema shrugged his shoulders and said: "Since you like it, just give it as a gift. These wine glasses were originally part of a set of wine sets. I don't like the incomplete beauty."

"A set of wine sets? With a wine glass like this, do you need anything else to match it?"

Mostima replied enthusiastically: "This set of wine sets was made by a wealthy man from Yuanyuan Continent who hired the six most famous craftsmen. They are called Eighteen Pots. This pair of wine glasses is one of the famous pots." The wine glasses that accompany the morning dew and flower rain, but I only got this pair of wine glasses. The whereabouts of the morning dew and flower rain have long been unknown, and I don’t know which collector got them.”

"I see, whoever asked six famous craftsmen to make eighteen pots really knows how to enjoy it."

"More than just knowing how to enjoy it!" Mostima shook his head and said with some emotion: "These eighteen wine bottles will never stop pouring out clear and sweet wine. The quality and taste are far better than the wine in the wine glass. However, This is not the real effect of the Eighteen Pots.

As the saying goes: "Be born in sorrow, die in happiness!" Although I am quite fascinated by the eighteen pots, a luxury product that even gods and demons are jealous of, I don't think it's worth losing if I don't have them. The purpose of Mostima coming to me was not to discuss this, so I changed the subject and asked ambiguously: "Why is the mercenary group looking for a route to ****? It should be a very dangerous action. Bar?"

This time, Mostema answered simply: "Although Alcatraz Island is not small in size, adventurers from all over the world have already turned over this island that is hundreds of thousands of kilometers away. They are the most powerful mercenaries on the island." The group, they maintain the strongest position on the Demon Sealed Island, and it is very difficult to maintain it."

"There are too many forces behind them who want to challenge them. Faced with a steady stream of enemies emerging, several leaders of the Demon Sealing Mercenary Group agreed that another base should be opened. **** is their most powerful The choice of hope.”

"I see!" Thinking of the undead troops of Snooker and Locke Group, I also understood the situation of the Demon Sealing Mercenary Group. They always have to deal with the challenges of these newcomers from different worlds. Even the strongest masters will not be able to stand it. Bar.

"The Golden Princess is my biggest asset as a newcomer to join this operation, right?"

"Wang Lin, you are really clear about everything. I really appreciate that about you."

"Tch! I really don't appreciate your lies! Wouldn't it be better for you to go by yourself? Skull Island is quite close to ****."

Mostema shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said: "My ability to control Julien, a man, and to use his body to appear in this world is already my greatest ability. You don't realize that I am just a set of spiritual waves now. Don’t you have any power at all?”