Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 330 - Chapter 330 Chapter 330 Manor

Chapter 330: Chapter 330 Manor Chapter 330: Chapter 330 Manor The girl who heard the whistling sound first flashed a look of impatience on her face, but as soon as she turned her head and saw Roger’s handsome face, the frost on her face melted away.

“It’s you?”

“Veronia, long time no see.”

Roger smiled as he greeted her.

He pointed to the guard standing in front of him, “You still need an electronic invitation card to get in here…”

“Get in the car, I’ll take you in!”

Veronia said without hesitation, since their last farewell, this was the first time they had met.

“But miss, according to the rules, guests who are invited can only bring one more person with them to enter…”

The guard on the other side said with some difficulty.

“It’s fine.”

Veronia waved her hand nonchalantly and pointed to a handsome young man sitting in the passenger seat.

“You, get out.”

He was a muscular Caucasian young man with a buzz cut and a diamond stud in his right ear.

Upon hearing Veronia’s words, his face changed color, and although no one around made a peep, he felt as if he could hear the faint mockery from others.

“Veronia, who is that guy, why should I get out?”

“Don’t forget, it was your father…”

“Get lost!”

The more she mentioned her father, the angrier Veronia became.

After the last incident with the Mist, Veronia had to leave Bordeaux because her reputation was ruined by the Shape-shifting Monster.

The relationship between father and daughter had eased slightly, but as time passed and things settled down, their relationship deteriorated once again.

For the sake of family business, they even made Veronia come forward to contact the heir of the cooperative group.

Officially, it was called a meeting, but Veronia knew all too well what her father was really plotting.

At this, Roger could only offer an apology, casually tossing the car keys to the young man in the passenger seat.

“The car is there, you can dispose of it as you wish after going down the mountain.”

The young man with the buzz cut darkened his face, but after thinking it over, he didn’t throw away the keys–he had a distance to cover from here down the mountain.

He was embarrassed enough by what had happened; he didn’t want to continue being ridiculed here.

Roger got into the car, the guard let them through, and the vehicle headed up into the estate. A glance at the nearby parking lot revealed rows of luxury cars.

Veronia’s Ferrari didn’t even stand out here.

At the entrance of the estate, two rows of attendants stood erect, and aligned with the entrance was a large fountain with statues standing tall in the center.

The statues’ clothing, accessories, hair, and textures were all meticulously crafted, but the only thing that felt odd was the statues’ faces.

Cheeks caved inwards, each face looked as if it had been violently excavated, leaving behind a dreadful hollow.

As Roger and Veronia approached, they could hear well-dressed guests chatting with each other, occasionally mentioning words like “art” and “surrealism”.

“So ugly!”

Veronia curled her lip in disdain, “A bunch of pretentious jerks.”

She glanced at Roger, “What about you, do you study this kind of art too?”

Roger smiled and his gaze lingered on the hollow faces of the statues, “Don’t talk nonsense, this thing might be real.”

“Real?”

Veronia was stunned at first, but quickly understood the implication of Roger’s words, and she couldn’t help but shudder as she hugged her shoulders.

The experiences in the Misty World had become a nightmare that the girl would never forget in her life. Even after several months had passed, she still trembled with fear at the mere thought of it.

She looked at Roger.

“What are you doing here?” Considering Roger’s special occupation, she couldn’t help feeling suspicious.

“This place isn’t…”

“Don’t overthink it.”

Roger reassured her, but he didn’t continue to answer and instead asked.

“What about you? What brings you here?”

“How have you been lately?”

“After leaving Bordeaux, I came to Eld. My father has a large part of his business here, and as for coming here, it’s purely for entertainment.”

“This used to be an abandoned manor, neglected for many years. Then, a noble named Dilio Brando bought it. He’s quite the generous spender.”

“Soon enough, it became a playground for the youngsters of Eld.”

“But the threshold for entry is extremely high. I only got the electronic passcode thanks to a friend’s introduction.”

“She told me that the host, Dilio, is gracious and extraordinarily handsome. Humph, even a socialite like her would…”

“Smack!”

While she was speaking, a light sound came from behind, and a woman patted Veronia on the shoulder.

“Wow, so in your mind, I’m just a big-breasted bimbo?”

Veronia turned around and, though she was caught talking behind someone’s back, didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed–it was clear she had a very good relationship with the woman standing behind her.

She was a voluptuous woman, with curves even more exaggerated than Victoria’s. Dressed in a white backless evening gown, she eyed Roger with a scrutinizing look.

“This must be the one from Berkeley Industry…”

“Not him.”

Veronia waved her hand dismissively, “I left that kid outside. He’s my friend.”

Just as Veronia intended to make introductions, Roger took the initiative and said, “Geralt.”

“Geralt Rivia.”

Roger blurted out a name on the whim.

The woman smiled and extended her hand, “I’m Martha.” She glanced at Roger’s attire, “It seems like you came prepared, knowing that tonight’s main event is a masquerade ball.”

“But I really can’t tell what you’re supposed to be right now.”

“Masquerade ball?”

Upon hearing what Madan had said, Veronia frowned.

In their small circle of society, a masquerade ball was essentially synonymous with another kind of event.

An orgy.

Men and women attending the ball would choose various identities to assume, with no restrictions on their choice, but the only requirement was that everyone must wear the masks they had prepared in advance.

And throughout the entire process, masks were not to be removed, and besides the voices heard during conversations, private talking was not allowed.

No identity, no ages, just pure male and female, and then amidst the hazy lights, in the mist filled with special drugs…

Everyone would spend a wild night.

“Martha, you should know that I hate such events,” Veronia said with a displeased look at the woman before her.

“You specifically gave me an electronic invitation card. Surely, your intention wasn’t to have me bring that kid here.”

She made a rapid series of associations.

“Could it be my father…”

At that thought, Veronia’s facial expression turned very ugly, considering the possibility of her father acting as a pimp and arranging everything.

Such a father, indeed…

“Dear Veronia, what are you thinking?” Martha took a step closer and wrapped an arm around Veronia’s.

“It’s nothing like what you think.”

“This is truly just a simple masquerade ball, not a debauched party.”

“I know you too well. Besides, don’t you trust me?”

Martha pulled Veronia aside, leaning in closer, with an unusual gleam in her eyes.

“Veronia, I think we should go inside!”

Roger suddenly spoke up, his deep voice causing Martha’s heartbeat to slow by half a beat. The woman’s eyes returned to normal and she affectionately patted Veronia’s arm.

“Go off and have fun with your little boyfriend first.”

The last rays of sunlight disappeared into the horizon, and shadows fell across the land.