Beatrice's expression was solemn, her tone quite anxious: "No time to waste, Titus, I shall perform the ceremony for you now."
She did not notice the barely perceptible smile that flickered in "Titus'" eyes.
Good, obediently offer up the inheritance, the sooner the better, Cassius thought.
Beatrice spread her broad dragon wings, retrieving the items needed for the ceremony from the half-plane, accompanied by the fluctuation of space, several silvery-blue Mithril engraving knives with a metallic luster appeared beside her, floating in mid-air.
Mithril, this special metal is incomparably hard and also has abundant magic affinity. It can only be mined from the deepest, monster-infested underworld.
Beatrice extended her claw, grasping the engraving knife, looking towards the huge body of Titus.