"After tonight, we will truly become one of us."
Richie wrapped his arm around Bernard's shoulder and flashed him a meaningful smile.
While Bernard was puzzled, a delicate silver-white dining cart was slowly pushed into the dining room.
Smith gently swirled the glass filled with blood-red wine, his expression slightly expectant, "I heard today's ingredients are very fresh."
Richie laughed and complimented, "The Order knows of Mr. Smith's extreme pursuit of 'gourmet,' so they specially prepared this black mass for you. The ingredients come from the distant East, she is beautiful and pure, both in soul and flesh, now in her most perfect state."
As the white cloth of the dining cart was lifted, Lii Yan'Er looked around in terror through the iron cage, wanting to cry for help, but she had been silenced with a curse.
Soon after, she was tied to a special altar.
