533 Plotting: Part 3

Henricqal.

In a basement well-lit by candle lights, a middle-aged woman, clad in a gray robe with a three-star pattern, was raising a small glass filled with scarlet-red wine in the air.

"Everyone, let's toast for the success of another meeting!" She cheered.

A few dozens of wine glasses rose in the air with jubilation. Before this, when they were still down and out, drinking the finest wine in a time like this was something unimaginable. Most of them came not from the upper crust in the safe zone. Just being able to stay alive was the best they could hope for. It had never crossed their minds that one day, they could savor the contamination-free red wine as much as they liked, like what they were doing now.

"Joining the Cult of Salvation is the best decision I've ever made in my life!"

"We're all brothers and sisters, helping one another is the future!"

"All thanks to the prelates' selfless sacrifices!"