Lacking the Fourth Person

"How is it, I told you it was a terrible idea." Vinson raised a bottle of rum toward Lu Li, the liquor swirling inside, as if he was a drunkard starting his day early with alcohol.

"Are you still planning to go through with your plan?" Lu Li looked at Petra.

His cheeks did not show much disappointment—perhaps because the emotions had already been vented out that morning.

"Not for now," Petra said.

The Shadow of Puppetry suddenly made the mansion's secondary characters come to life, obviously filled with malice.

If The Shadow of Puppetry had its own consciousness.

"So, have you encountered a similar situation before?" the Baron, elegantly slicing some foie gras, asked Vinson.

"No, the last time we were in a wrecked sailboat, we were the main characters, no one else." Vinson briefly summarized. It was the first time he mentioned the contents of the last ritual, even the generous reward offered by the butler upon his arrival had not made him speak up.