"What's this? A new flavor of liquor? There's a bit too little of it."
After a conversation that outsiders could not know about, they could talk about other things as they parted. Deathstroke handed Lucifer a tiny bottle filled with transparent liquid. It was about the size of a fingernail, and after accounting for the thickness of the glass, there were probably only seven or eight drops inside.
The blond Satan still held the computer hard drive Deathstroke had used as a bargaining chip in his other hand, intending to return to his shop and look through it. Yet this tiny amount of liquor interested him more.
Because even he understood that rarity made things precious. If even Deathstroke could only get his hands on so little of this liquor, it had to be something special.
"It's not liquor. Though it contains alcohol, that's just an unavoidable trace left over from the extraction process."
Su Ming watched Lucifer unscrew the cap and sniff at the mouth of the bottle with his lovely nose. Then he turned toward Second Sister beside him and Maze standing watch by the door, explaining to the three of them:
"This is Felix Felicis, a luck potion. After drinking it, you'll enter a state of incredibly good luck for a while. If you're going to trace the root of this 'wish-granting' matter, I think you'll need some luck."
Heaven remained in ruins. Though the Angels had broken free of that brainwashing-like control, the Blood War with Hell had not stopped, because the time had come. The fated Millennium War had to continue.
So there was practically no one in Seventh Heaven right now. Even Michael was absent. The four of them stood before God's throne and spoke without anyone disturbing them.
The magnificent hall was filled