The Seventh Layer of Hell, Maladomini, the lowest level of Glanperri's underground prison.
Ding-ling-ling, click.
With Li Wei's personal arrival, two erinyes respectfully opened the cell—a room that looked to be in fairly decent condition—for the visiting Archduke of Avernus.
In the corner of the cell, Fischer, raggedly dressed and curled into a ball, sprang up as if startled. Almost instinctively clutching his lower half, he wailed:
"No! Don't. I don't want to go back, I really don't—ugh. Boss?"
Upon seeing that the visitor was his own lord, Fischer did not even have time to worry about losing face. He threw himself forward, clutched Li Wei's leg, and tearfully poured out his grievances, snot and tears streaming down his face:
"Boss! Maladomini is too terrifying! Please take me back to Avernus! I'm begging you!"
As the effects of the hangover and Energy Potion wore off, the Red Robe Mage's thoughts seemed to return to the night before.
After Li Wei finalized the appointments for each of these old hands, Fischer and Igg led a group of Battle Mage Corps mages and scholars through Hell's busy official teleportation gate to Glanperri, a somewhat unusual city-state in Barto Hell.
Naturally, a group of devils aspiring toward magic and knowledge saw an opportunity as well. After submitting their applications, they followed along, hoping to cling to the coattails of these spellcasters.
Compared with Igg, who was as desireless as a machine, and those dull scholar-type mages, Fischer—the Red Robe Mage whose eyes brimmed with desire—naturally became the target and opening many devils sought.
Here, aside from the blood-red sky reminding one that this was Hell, everything in sight was prosperous and novel.
Both sides of the entire street were lined with luxurious shops selling all manner of rare magical items, custom high-end magical