As if entering the dance floor with his partner, the old gentleman took the girl's hand and bowed in all directions.
"Wonila Salibato... is eighteen years old, in good health and has no disease... has aristocratic blood... is a branch of the Viscount Salibato family..."
"Volunteer to be an assistant and help 'Old Earl' prepare pre-dinner fruits."
The host's voice was stirring.
William's hands and feet were cold, and he looked at the girl lying on the platform, with a smile full of devotion and expectation in his eyes.
The 'Old Earl' bowed in all directions again and recited an invisible spell.
The red mist surrounded the girl, and the sound of buds stretching could be heard.
Above the blood-red mist, a strange plant is growing rapidly, with a huge... pomegranate fruit hanging from the branch?
This scene made William's eyes widen.
'Is she...is she crazy?'
'Am I crazy? Or is the world crazy? Why would anyone want to do this?'
"The best food must be enjoyed by the best gourmets."
Quentin said with a smile and looked at William: "A girl who voluntarily sacrificed herself, purity and depravity, cruelty and kindness, perfectly blended together to produce sweet fruits... Oh, I have to say, 'Old Earl' is really
Found the perfect ingredient.”
His eyes were slightly scarlet: "This is a rare treasure... When you bite open the pomegranate pulp with your teeth, you will feel the explosive feeling, and your tongue seems to be able to touch the depths of the other person's soul..."
"Ugh, vomit... stop talking."
Next to him, William was already half-kneeling on the ground, covering his mouth.
In his heart, he already regretted it extremely.
Even some vague guesses were connected by William.
For example...why is Quentin so nice to him? He also introduced him to join the club...he is just a penniless poor boy!
His position seems to be no different from that of that ignorant girl!
"Did you see it?"
At this time, Quentin whispered in William's ear: "Every true gourmet needs to contribute an ingredient... and the delicious dish I prepared for the next party is a soup after fruits, called 'Wise Man'"
'Brain soup'... When I first saw you, it was like discovering a delicious little lamb. This is a gift from the 'Mother of the Night'! But you are still too green and need to be 'cooked'
…”
"ah!"
William yelled and punched Quentin in the face, causing the gentleman in a white suit to fall to the ground.
He himself jumped up and stumbled out of the club.
Unexpectedly, the people in the club and the doormen did not stop him. They just roared, whistled, commented, and pointed at William... as if they were watching a pig waiting to be slaughtered, selecting the delicious parts.
"Quentin, your ingredients are gone."
In the private room next door, a gourmet who was cutting steak laughed.
"He has the 'curse mark' I planted on him, and he can't escape...Fear is also the seasoning of cooking...it makes him terrified in his anxiety, and in the end it is difficult to escape his destined fate...that
The final struggle and despair will definitely make his brain more delicious!"
Quentin stood up nonchalantly and said eagerly: "This is also part of dining etiquette."
In fact, it’s a gourmet ‘ritual’.
"The General Investigation Bureau has been sending people back like crazy lately, so don't get into trouble."
A masked woman wearing a high-collar evening dress with billowy breasts and a skirt slit up to her thighs walked over and giggled.
"We have the support of many nobles in our club... Those nobles who have enjoyed everything since they were born have long been empty and numb after enjoying all the normal enjoyments of ordinary people. They can only pursue new depraved excitements.
We can only feel a little joy here...Investigation Bureau? The black men in the Investigation Bureau are no more than dogs raised in the kingdom, how dare you come to arrest the owner?"
Quentin poured himself a glass of wine and sneered: "What's more... this is also the requirement of the 'Decline Blood'. That boy is a specially sent sacrifice by the 'Decline Blood'... His background has already been investigated clearly.
, his fate has long been determined."
"'Blood of Decline'? Those rotten guys..."
There was a hint of disdain in the eyes of the woman in the evening dress, but also a hint of interest: "I see... you also treasured a characteristic of the ingredients... He is a descendant of the Sotos family, which is more noble than the noble girl tonight.
Mysterious bloodline, I can’t wait to taste it..."
"I have heard that those guys have been a little weird lately, and they seem to be related to the ruins of Sotos in Green Forest City... It is said that the 'Earl of Green Forest' from a thousand years ago may have been resurrected, which makes the descendants of those betrayers very worried.
Worried... they are worried that there will be judgment and liquidation!"
A member with a big belly and a pig head mask on his face laughed.
"Resurrection of the dead? This, along with the creation of life and the 'panacea' that can cure all pollution, are the three ultimate problems in mysticism. I am afraid that only Si Sui can achieve it... Mortals can never be resurrected from the dead.
"
Quentin said firmly: "A group of fools who were deceived by rumors and scared themselves... I really hope that one day in the future, I can taste their blood... the taste must be extremely sweet!"
"Stop talking and start."
Female gourmet looking towards the high platform.
At this time, the 'cooking' has reached the final step. The gourmets around them have scarlet eyes, as if they have turned into prisoners who have been hungry for several days. They swarm towards the pomegranate tree. On the strange blood-red pomegranate tree, pomegranates are cracked and ruby-like.
The pulp falls like raindrops...
…
The next day, Hunter Bar.
As soon as Aaron walked into the door, a figure rushed over: "Boss... help!!"
"William."
Aaron sat down nonchalantly: "Go make a cup of coffee."
"I...club..."
William's hair was messy and the dark circles under his eyes were heavy. It seemed that he had not slept well all night.
At this time, facing Aaron's instructions, his fear of the boss outweighed his worries about the club. He obediently walked behind the bar and started making coffee.
It wasn't until the coffee and desserts were served that Aaron took a sip of coffee and asked, "What's the matter?"
William quickly talked about the "Blood Club" and showed a bloody mark on the back of his neck: "Since I escaped last night, there has been this symbol on my neck...Boss, should I call the police?"
"This mysterious symbol represents 'sacrifice' and 'prey'... You are being targeted."
Aaron put down the coffee cup, shook his head and said: "The fact that the other party dares to let you go means that they are sure to catch you and take you back, and they are sure to deal with the investigation bureau... Besides, will an illegal extraordinary person like you have a good ending if you enter the investigation bureau?
?”
"Then am I doomed?" William said with a hint of hope in despair, "Boss... help!"
"It's a bit strange that the Blood Club has been able to exist in Pulmouth for so long, but it still sticks to the rules... For example, the prey must be 'voluntary', even if it is a false 'voluntary'... You don't quite meet the requirements, unless... you are...
What kind of external influence?"
Aaron placed the coffee cup on the plate and said with a smile: "I will do the divination and you will interpret it... This is a major event related to your life, so work hard!"
