Chapter 121 - Chapter 121: Chapter 116: The New Blood Receiver (2/2)

The atmosphere grew uncomfortably tense until Irene got up to leave, prompting Chris to finally ask slowly:

“I want her to become my wife.”

Irene stopped in her tracks and looked at her brother.

She had intended to say something like “make her stronger” or “make her worthy of you,” but seeing the determination in Chris’s eyes, and recalling Vanessa’s private sobs that she had overheard through the Secret Ear Technique, she suddenly found she couldn’t say those words.

So, Irene’s final response was, “Alright, but you two must find happiness.”

As the siblings left the room and encountered many servants in the corridor, they were greeted with respectful salutations.

“Good day, Madam Irene,” “Young Master Chris”…

Quickly, they arrived at the manor’s basement to start preparing the items needed for the Lost Ritual—it would only be half an hour before members of the Fischer family would arrive one after another, and in two hours, the Lost Ritual would officially commence.

The third arrival was Mormir, who nodded in greeting before kneeling quietly to the side and began to pray softly with his eyes closed.

According to plans laid out by the Fischer family, the composed Mormir would later become a “police officer,” tasked with collecting relevant intelligence.

Irene felt that Mormir had a good chance of becoming a “Devotee.” His faith in the Lord of the Lost ran deep within his heart.

Mormir’s parents had both perished at the hands of a Spawn of the Abyss summoned by the Sea God Cult.

He himself greatly revered the Lord of the Lost, the nemesis of the Spawn, believing only His greatness could truly transform this increasingly chaotic and desperate world.

Yeager and Savoie followed, the two men who had been at odds a year ago now nearly inseparable—one smooth and easy-going, the other hot-tempered and belligerent—yet had become as close as brothers.

With sunshine-like blond hair and brimming with aristocratic demeanor, the ever-smiling Yeager was immediately drawn to the towering altar, attracted by the sacred object that had altered the fate of the Fischer family.

“Hospital Director Irene, I am honored. I’ve waited so long for this day—to finally see It, at last…” he said.

Byrne and Theo arrived next.

“Sorry, have I almost arrived too late? I’ve been so busy,” Byrne immediately inquired.

“Not at all, there’s still plenty of time,” Irene replied, shaking her head.

It was true that Byrne was incredibly busy, with the increasingly complex organizational structure of the Fischer family, he was clearly struggling to keep up.

Others, like Vanessa, Archibald, and Erik, also arrived one after another.

Chris and Vanessa exchanged glances.

The last to arrive was Inna, who looked extremely nervous and anxious, completely speechless.

Byrne and Irene quickly noticed her discomfort. Byrne gave a nod, and Irene took Inna to a corner, saying:

“Inna, the ritual is about to start—are you afraid? What’s the matter?”

Inna turned white and said, “I—I’m scared, sorry, Hospital Director, but I’m truly scared.”

Irene frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, “Are you scared of our Lord?”

Inna’s legs went weak, and her petite body nearly faltered as she quickly shook her head, her voice tremulous with sobs:

“No, no, no, I shouldn’t feel fear; I’m sorry, Hospital Director Irene. I know the Lord of the Lost is the greatest being; He will grant us strength, He will grant us everything!”

Irene fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly:

“I’ve said before, that disappearance of the town wasn’t our doing, Inna. It was the work of those impostors who should drown in the abyss. Our Lord is not an Evil God… and you’re not here to be a sacrifice, either.”

Inna hung her head low, trembling, while Irene had already grasped what Inna was actually afraid of.

The notoriety of the Lost followers had spread through the newspapers.

People on the East Coast, and even most of the Cyart people, were aware there was a heinously evil cult—the Lost Cult—that had crazily sacrificed an entire town to an Evil God!

And she was the most suspicious child, fearful that everything over the past few years was a sham, and that she would soon joyfully become a tragic sacrifice to the Evil God.

In fact, this sort of deception was not uncommon among heretical groups, where many low-level followers unwittingly ended up as sacrifices to mysterious beings.

Although understanding, Irene was still displeased and stopped reassuring Inna with a stern face.

“Time is almost up, get ready.”

She said coldly, “Even if you truly wished to be a sacrifice, you wouldn’t be qualified.”

With half an hour left before the Lost Ritual’s start, just as Yeager and the others thought they were the only Blood Receivers, another person suddenly arrived.

The man was short in stature, clad in a black suit, sporting a small mustache, hair meticulously combed with respect shining in his eyes.

Grandma Narda’s eldest son, Moore Shelby, the leader of the Dagger Brotherhood.

Moore’s face was still smeared with blood, panting heavily, he immediately bowed and said to Irene:

“I apologize, Madam Irene, for my lateness, but I had to deal with some urgent matters in the East City District; however, I’ve now resolved them.”

Yeager’s smile slightly faded, realizing that the new Blood Receivers weren’t only from Daybreak Orphanage.

Irene nodded and said calmly, “It’s alright, Moore. Find your place, the ritual is about to begin.”

Once Moore had taken his place at the back, she began to speak slowly:

“We shall lead you to the Spirit Realm in your dreams, to witness His most magnificent power. You will receive the blood of the Fischer family, filled with extraordinary destiny, and gain powers that transcend those of mere mortals!”