I'm in Terra

But before that, Resala's invitation interested him more.

Beautiful attendants, a dim bar, and low, melodious music. If the banquet reported by Sayid was a grand performance, then Resala's invitation was like a low-pitched poem.

Low-key and secretive.

Watching the graceful maid walk out of the bar with a cat-like gait and lock the door, Victoria felt more and more certain.

What Resala is planning is very interesting.

"We agreed yesterday that before we begin our friendship, I would give Mr. Duke a small gift."

Victoria raised his eyebrows and held up the glass bottle filled with amber liquor. "You mean this rare Gallic wine? It's truly a rare delicacy."

"No big deal." Risala smiled slightly, her face no longer pretending to be a gentleman. "Compared to a bottle of rare liquor, I think the Duke will be more interested in this gift."

As she spoke, Resala took out a piece of paper with Victoria's father's portrait on it.

'The truth about Akashic Kalashnikov's death.