The handsome middle-aged diviner nodded lightly:
"You and Miss Pavo are indeed acquainted; that lady is truly remarkable. They have given me great assistance. Although I have betrayed the Prophet's Society, I am actually a person who keeps my promises... Isn't that funny? Come, give it a try. This is a little pre-banquet activity; it won't take long."
On the dining table in front of him, he flipped over an upside-down card. On the card face was a man dressed in red seated in a pitch-black banquet hall, his face blurred, reaching a hand out beyond the card—
Ding-dong!
The crisp sound seemed to explode directly in the ear, as if someone was lightly hammering a bell, signaling the start of the banquet.
On the table that was originally empty, silver and goldware filled with fresh human organs appeared one by one. The bloody haze mixed with the sweet aroma filled every corner of the banquet hall, while from the ceiling, hanging corpses dripped down...
"Begone!"
