Chapter 259: Trap (6800 Add-on)

On the stage.

The old gentleman, as if leading a dance partner onto the dance floor, took the young girl's hand and bowed to all sides.

"Vonila Salibato... eighteen years old, in good health, no illnesses... possesses noble blood... a collateral branch of the Viscount Salibato family..."

"Volunteers to become an assistant, helping the 'Old Count' prepare the pre-meal fruit."

The host's voice was impassioned.

William, however, had cold hands and feet as he watched that person join hands with the old gentleman, chanting an invisible spell.

The 'Old Count' bowed to all sides once more and began chanting an Invisible Spell.

"William."

"Ugh... stop talking."

"Ah!"

"The best treasures must be obtained by the most excellent people."

Quentin poured himself a glass of wine and sneered: "What's more... this is also a requirement of the 'Blood of Decay'; that kid is an Offering specifically sent by the 'Blood of Decay'... his background has long been investigated, and his Fate is already sealed."

Even some vague guesses were being connected by William.

William's hair was messy, and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well all night.

His eyes were slightly scarlet: "This is a rare treasure indeed..."

Quentin smiled as he spoke, looking at William: "A young girl who voluntarily displays the Mysterious, purity and depravity, cruelty and kindness, perfectly fused into one, bearing sweet fruit... Oh, I must say, the 'Old Count' has truly found a perfect treasure."

He himself jumped up and stumbled out of the club.

Aaron set down his coffee cup and shook his head: "The fact that the other party dared to let you go means they are confident they can catch you and bring you back, and confident they can deal with the Investigation Bureau... Besides, do you think an illegal Extraordinary like you would have a good end if you went to the Investigation Bureau?"

At this moment, Quentin whispered softly in William's ear: "Every true Gourmet needs to offer up an ingredient... and the delicacy I have prepared for the next gathering is the soup course after the fruit... When I first saw you, it was like discovering a delicious little lamb; this is a gift from the 'Mother of Night'! But you are still too green..."

"'Blood of Decay'? That bunch of rotten fellows..."

At this moment, facing Aaron's instructions, his fear of his boss actually outweighed his worry about the club, and he obediently walked behind the bar and began brewing coffee.

"I have heard, however, that those guys have been a bit strange lately, seemingly related to the Sotos Ruins in Green Forest City from before... It is said that the 'Green Forest Earl' from a thousand years ago might have been resurrected, which has made the descendants of those traitors very worried... They are worried about facing judgment and liquidation!"

"He has a 'Curse' I planted on him; he cannot run... Fear is also a seasoning for cooking... Let him be terrified in his anxiety, and in the end, he will still be unable to escape his destined Fate... That final struggle and despair will surely make his brains even more delicious!"

"I... the club..."

His position seemed no different from that ignorant girl!

Above the blood-red mist, a Weird plant was growing rapidly, with large... pomegranate fruits hanging from its branches?

This scene made William's eyes widen.

Quentin climbed up without a care, saying with desire: "This is also part of dining etiquette."

"Stop talking, it has begun."

Aaron sat down nonchalantly: "Go brew a cup of coffee."

Quentin said firmly: "A bunch of fools deceived by rumors, scaring themselves... I actually hope that one day in the future, I can taste the flavor of their blood... That taste must be incomparably sweet!"

In the next room, a Gourmet who was cutting a steak laughed.

William hurriedly spoke about the 'Blood Garment Club' and showed a blood-colored mark on the back of his neck: "Ever since I escaped last night, this symbol has been on my neck... Boss, should I go to the police?"

William let out a loud cry and punched Quentin in the face, causing the gentleman in the white suit to fall to the ground.

At this time, the 'cooking' had reached the final step; the Gourmets all around had scarlet eyes, as if they had turned into prisoners who had been hungry for days, swarming toward the pomegranate tree. On the blood-red Weird pomegranate tree, the pomegranates split open one by one, and the ruby-like pulp fell like raindrops...

A masked woman wearing an evening gown with a high collar, a plunging neckline, and a skirt slit to the top of her thigh walked over and giggled.

The female Gourmet looked toward the high platform.

"Quentin, your ingredient has run away."

It wasn't until the coffee and dessert were served on the table that Aaron took a sip of coffee and asked: "What is it?"

A pot-bellied member wearing a pig-head mask laughed.

"You saw it?"

"This Mysterious symbol represents 'Offering', 'prey'... You have been targeted."

'Am I crazy? Or is this world crazy? Why would anyone be willing to do this?'

"Resurrection of the dead? This, along with creating life and the 'Panacea' that can cure all pollution, belongs to the three ultimate problems in Occultism. I fear only the Ages can achieve it... Mortals can never be resurrected."

Crimson mist surrounded the girl, and the sound of tender buds unfolding rang out.

'She... is she crazy? Performing an Invisible Spell in broad daylight, this is ironclad evidence that will definitely bring the Investigation Bureau!'

Just as Aaron walked into the doorway, a figure lunged over: "Boss... help!!"

For example... why was Quentin so good to him? And even introduced him to the club... He was just a penniless, poor kid!

Beside him, William was already half-kneeling on the ground, covering his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the people and guards in the club did not stop him; they just hissed, whistled, made comments, and pointed at William... as if looking at a meat pig waiting to be slaughtered, picking out the delicious parts.

"Our club has quite a lot of support from nobles... Those nobles who enjoyed everything from birth, after enjoying all the normal pleasures of ordinary people, have long been empty and numb. Only by pursuing new, depraved stimulation can they feel a trace of joy here... The Investigation Bureau? The Black Skins of the Investigation Bureau are just dogs raised by the Kingdom; how would they dare to come and arrest their masters?"

"Then am I dead for sure?" William asked, his despair tinged with a glimmer of hope: "Boss... help!"

The next day, Hunter Bar.

In reality, this is the 'Ritual' of the Gourmets.

"The Investigation General Bureau has been acting like crazy, pulling people back recently; don't go looking for trouble."

In his heart, he was already filled with extreme regret.

The woman in the evening gown had a trace of disdain in her eyes, yet also a hint of keen interest: "So that's how it is... You even treasured one of the ingredient's characteristics... He is a descendant of the Sotos Family; this is a Mysterious bloodline even nobler than the noble girl tonight. I am a bit impatient to taste him..."

"It's a bit strange; the Blood Garment Club has been able to exist in Plymouth for so long, and it is relatively rule-abiding... For instance, the prey must be 'willing', even if it is a fake 'willingness'... You don't quite meet the requirements, unless... you were influenced by some external force."

Aaron placed the coffee cup onto the saucer and smiled: "I will perform the divination, and you will interpret it... This is a major matter concerning your life, so put in some effort!"

(End of chapter)