Calculating in his mind, Moritz casually pushed open the door and then stepped inside.
The room was very dark, and the smell of blood was so strong it went straight up his nose.
Moritz took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, muffling his voice as he said, "Lord Kopet, I'm sorry to interrupt your entertainment, but I wanted to ask if you need any help?"
The words were very polite, but there was no response.
Moritz's brow furrowed even tighter!
Could it be that last night's fun was too intense? Still not awake now?
This kind of thing wasn't unheard of, so Moritz took a few more steps forward.
Just then, he suddenly noticed that the ground beneath his feet was very slippery and sticky, as if stepping on a slug, extremely disgusting.
Gear God above, what on earth did these guys do? The mildly germophobic Moritz complained in his heart.
But at that moment, Moritz suddenly stepped on something soft, and unexpectedly, he fell to the ground with a thud.
