“Master, it would be lovely if you could share some of your precious liquor collection with us.”

James grinned. “It won’t be as entertaining if I can’t enjoy the show with some liquor.”

Yianni glanced over his shoulder at James and smiled wryly.

Then, he lifted his hand and conjured dozens of bottles of Chaos Absinthe on the table.

Lesia and Morgott exchanged a glance. Then, each of them strode forward and stopped on either side next to James.

“This is it, James?” Morgott pouted. “Arenʼt you going too easy on these hypocrites?”

“This is just the beginning.” James gulped the Chaos Absinthe.

“With their level of powers, they can stay in the Historial Helmnor Formation for a few entrapochs and be just fine.”

Lesia frowned. “You should just do it now if you want to get rid of those men for good, Master. It won’t do us any good to drag it out for that long.”

James beamed at her. “Are you worried that the soul contract between me and Xanthakos will expire during that time?