Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 331 - Chapter 331 Chapter 331 Masquerade Ball

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Masquerade Ball Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Masquerade Ball “What’s going on?”

Veronia shook her head, “Just now, I felt something strange about Martha.”

Roger walked side by side with the girl.

“If it’s not necessary, you should minimize contact with Martha in the future. I felt a strange energy fluctuation around her, although I couldn’t discern what it was.”

“But that woman is obviously not an ordinary person.”

“You mean…?”

Veronia quickly understood something.

“Did she cast some kind of spell on me just now?” Veronia shook her head, feeling a chill. She had already begun to think about leaving.

However, she carefully observed Roger’s expression and, seeing that he showed no particular reaction, she sighed softly in her heart and suppressed the thought.

After all, she felt that staying by Roger’s side was somehow safer.

They entered the hall, where the room was brilliantly lit, and all the guests were guided by attendants into separate male and female lines to enter the back chamber.

There, they would complete their disguises and then re-enter the venue for the masquerade ball. Veronia’s unease grew stronger, and she hesitated for a moment before approaching Roger.

“The atmosphere here is oppressive. I want to leave immediately. What about you, will you come with me?”

Veronia’s voice held a hint of hope as she took the initiative to grab Roger’s hand, her little finger lightly tracing his palm, the subtle suggestion unmistakable.

“You missed the opportunity last time. Are you going to reject me again today?”

Roger looked down from his superior height, gazing down the deep V of the red evening gown.

Everything was in full view.

If it were another time and place, he might not mind catching up with an old friend and having a chat.

But not today.

With the crowd, now was the best chance to learn about the mansion.

Roger gently shook his head.

“Today really isn’t convenient.”

Veronia’s disappointment flashed by in an instant.

“Alright then.”

She moved closer to Roger and whispered an address in his ear.

“My door is always open for you…”

Veronia smiled radiantly.

Roger nodded, “Let’s go, I’ll escort you off the premises.”

Roger took Veronia out of the hall, where a servant stopped them at the door, but after understanding the situation, they let them pass without further ado and allowed them to head towards the parking lot.

Starting the car, the red Ferrari slowly made its way down the road away from the mansion.

Roger stood on high ground, watching the taillights of Veronia’s car disappear into the distance until he was sure she was out of the mansion’s bounds; then he turned and walked back towards the hall.

“Where’s my lovely Veronia?”

A voice came from the darkness.

Martha walked over slowly with a glass of wine, “Is she too tired and resting upstairs?”

He looked Roger over without any restraint, “You look very sturdy, tsk tsk…”

In this woman’s gaze, Roger saw a hint of hunger and greed.

“Is this your ensemble for tonight?”

He didn’t continue the topic but pointed at Martha’s newly changed hollowed-out evening gown instead.

Tiny diamonds were embedded in the fabric, with cut-out patterns clinging to the surface of her skin, flickering in the dim light.

To be fair, the woman certainly knew how to pick her clothes.

“Giggle!”

Martha laughed until she was a trembling mass of flowers.

Hmm, she was indeed trembling.

“Remember my dress, come find me after the ball begins…”

After she spoke, she let out a light laugh and left with her wine glass.

Roger frowned.

“No spiritual fluctuations of a witch, nor the bloodline of a magician, and certainly not likely to be a Demon Hunter, Exorcist or Spirit Medium?”

The characteristics displayed by Martha were very different from the Transcendent Occupations Roger had encountered before.

But seeing this woman, he felt even more confident about his upcoming actions.

There must be some secret hidden in this manor, possibly related to the Stuart Family of yesteryear.

He entered the hall once again.

After some delay, there were not many people left in the great hall. An attendant led Roger to one of the rooms.

The room was only about a dozen square meters, with a soft sofa against the wall and a monitor on the table next to it. The monitor displayed all the decorative items Roger could choose from.

He carefully looked through the selection; the variety was countless. By choosing the corresponding items, all kinds of props could be prepared and sent into the room via a lift within at most one minute.

Various decorations were at his disposal, but once a mask for the face was chosen, it could not be changed.

And each mask was unique.

Just as Roger was making his selection, Martha turned a corner in the hallway, holding her wine glass. After turning a corner, her figure vanished at the end of the hallway.

The dimly lit corridor flickered with subtle red lights, casting a dim glow on Martha’s face, aside from the crisp sound of high heels on the wooden floor.

The sounds of faint, threadlike panting seemed to burrow into one’s brain, bit by bit.

She pushed open a door, and a tall man sat on the sofa with his back to Martha.

The man had long, scattered golden hair, not of a pure color, but a somber dark gold.

From behind, one could only see the man’s mountainous shoulders and neck.

“How are the preparations?”

“There are a few suitable candidates.”

“Right, the Knights have checked this place, but I sent them away.”

Martha smirks and steps forward, looping her arms around the man’s neck from behind.

“I took quite a loss dealing with those guys, what do you think…”

“How should you compensate me?”

“Heh heh,” the man chuckled, “you are always so greedy.”

A face flashed in Martha’s mind, she thought about it but said nothing, as if considering a tasty prey she might secretly devour.

“Get ready, we’re up soon.”

The man stood up, and beneath his feet were two trembling women, with dull eyes and naked bodies, clearly bewitched yet still instinctively driven by fear.

He turned around to look at Martha.

Even though she had seen his face countless times, Martha still felt fear every time she saw it.

The man’s entire face had been hollowed out, and in the sunken part were layers upon layers of sharp teeth!

“Where’s my face?” mumbled the man.

He looked around the room and walked to the wall, where he took down a bone mask.

Click!

The face and mask fit together perfectly, and after a clear snap, they became one. When the man turned his head again, what appeared before Martha was a refined and handsome visage, flawless from any angle.

“Alright, we can leave now.”

The man waved at Martha and as he approached the door, shadows under the light suddenly writhed like living things, creeping up his ankles.

Pushing open the door, he was now dressed in an exquisite evening suit.

Two muffled groans emanated from the room; the women collapsed on the floor, their bodies melting as if consumed by the room itself.