Theodore led his brother back to his chair and he also sat in front of Azriel. He looked at his brother's drowsy eyes and thought, "I will have to ask everything before he sobers up. I might have around 15 minutes at most before he regains his senses completely."
The alcohols didn't work on ancient beings like them. There was no way that something as simple as alcohol would be able to subdue the immortals.
Azriel clapped his hands and called his maids, Lara and Tara. They appeared in front of Azriel in no time.
"We are at your service, Master," both of the maids bowed to Azriel and Theodore.
Azriel took a sip of his liquor and then ordered the maids, "Open another bottle of my finest alcohol and serve it to my baby brother."
"Yes, master. We will be right back." The maids left the two of them alone in Azriel's room.
Without wasting any time, Theodore started his interrogation of his brother, "Az, I had something to ask you."
