The Fire Master didn't care about the value of these consumables, their side effects, or whether their effects conflicted with each other.
At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind—that he must not let the other party seize the lamp core!
In the eyes of the nobles, the usually mature, composed, and elegant Fire Master now seemed possessed by a demon, frantically consuming all sorts of bizarre items.
Swallowing potions of different colors was one thing, but he also shoved raw animal hearts and foul-smelling, sticky, brown-green blood into his mouth without batting an eye, swallowing them in huge gulps.
The Pope, who always appeared holy and compassionate in public, seemed to have a completely different side hidden away.
A few nobles instinctively gathered together, trembling, knowing they were seeing something they shouldn't have. They wondered if it was too late to close their eyes now and claim they hadn't seen anything.
