Unfortunately for Heimo, Lu Yizhou knew. As soon as he came out from the kitchen with a tray, 666's flustered rambling resounded in his mind.
[666: Okay, Host. Don't panic and listen to 666, okay? This is an absolute emergency so 666 needs Host to be cool-headed! Alright, Host? Okay, here it is. Once again, please don't panic. Heimo put something into your drink, Host! 666 doesn't have time to properly look at what it is but 666 is certain that it's some kind of white powder! Gasp, Host, he wants to poison you!]
A small cup was put in front of him before Heimo proceeded to pour tea in it. The warm scent of jasmine and some traditional herbal concoctions wafted to Lu Yizhou's nose. He looked at his own reflection on the brownish green surface and found nothing but helplessness. He noticed that Heimo had been acting strangely ever since they were on their way here and it seemed like the man was ready to act now. What could Lu Yizhou do except to go along with his whims?
