The crow-man frowned slightly.
Floran got up, looked at the gazes of those around him, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I, I..."
I'm the eldest among you all! Of course I should go first!"
Floran plopped down on the bench and extended his hand to the crow man.
Upon hearing this, Beibei nodded in sudden realization, "That's right, we should definitely let Big Brother do it!"
The crow man said nothing, and once again extended the needle, stabbing Floran's outstretched hand.
Floran stared at the needle that was about to be inserted into his hand.
My heart was pounding with nervousness, and my eyes were tightly shut.
Floran trembled as the silver needle pierced his finger.
A drop of blood dripped down his finger and landed on the necklace.
The metal necklace, like a sponge, greedily absorbed all the blood.
The originally rough surface began to become smooth and delicate.
The surface of a raven mask appeared on the necklace.
At the same time, Floran felt as if his soul was being bound by something.
There is a sense of constraint.
The crow-man chuckled softly, picked up the necklace, and put it around Floran's neck.
"Let's welcome our new member."
The raven-man stood up, patted Floran on the shoulder, and looked up as he spoke.
"good--!"
Cheers quickly erupted from the crowd.
The other three children jumped for joy, eager to join in.
Only Floran was pale, with beads of sweat covering his entire forehead.
He regretted it.
I really regret it.
Why did I bring my underlings to this place?
Why would I send myself into the tiger's mouth?
These Black Death gang members clearly have a grudge against Hera and her group!
But he knew it was too late; even if he regretted it now, it was too late.
After all, regret can't undo anything that's already happened.
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