Demon Hunter and His Hut

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Listen to this woman's introduction, the theme of today's banquet is slave auction.

This is a game specially designed for women with special hobbies. Roger and others will choose different costumes, and they will be pushed into the field after they are decorated.

They will accept the women's viewing under the stage in their identities that match their dress, and when the time is over, they will be pushed to the stage to accept the selection and auction of the audience below.

After listening to the introduction, Roger's face turned green with anger. Henrik didn't know what was going on inside, so he stuffed himself inside.

His time with Veronica is very limited, and even if he really attracts Veronica's attention, if someone pays a higher price, he will lose the opportunity to get close to Veronica.

"This guy Henrik didn't do it on purpose, did he?"

Considering Henrik's character in the past, Roger is really not sure about this.

While thinking about it, he quickly changed the rest of the clothes, a simple leather shoulder armor, a retro war skirt, and a few seconds later, a gladiator like a god of war appeared in front of everyone.

"You are so strong!"

The curly-haired youth showed an envious look. He even wanted to test Roger's muscle hardness, but Roger tactfully avoided it.

"Are you ready, it's time for you to appear."

The previous woman walked in again, her eyes stayed on Roger for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The door opened, and Roger heard a loud noise from outside, followed by a woman's scream.

"What will they look like, prince, robber?"

"Or a pervert murderer?"

"This part is really great. I've been wanting to try a murderer for a long time. If there is a guy in a similar dress, don't fight me."

"he's mine!"

"Okay, the murderer belongs to you, I like the man with the mask the most!"

The voice of the woman's discussion came into his ears, and Roger looked around and couldn't find a weapon suitable for this dress.

Only one shield could be removed from the shelf.

Although this thing looks extremely heavy, it is actually made of plastic, and it has nothing to do with it.

At this time, the people in front had already entered the venue one after another, and Roger stood at the last one. When it was his turn, the staff was slightly taken aback.

"Isn't there 18? Why is there one more?"

"Am I counting wrong?"

The man whispered something, but seeing the woman on the stage beckoning, he could only pat Roger on the shoulder, signaling him to hurry up.

Roger looked calm on the surface, but he knew in his heart that this was definitely a mistake in Henrik's arrangement.

Enter the venue.

This is a luxuriously decorated hall with an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters, with huge crystal lamps hanging from the dome.

When I first came in, there were some servants dressed in ancient imperial decorations doing some service work, and some even had collars around their necks and were led by some noble ladies like pets.

The noise rushing into the eardrums, this is really a place to be drunk.

All the people who came in line up and need to walk around the venue to be inspected by all the guests present. Only after this process will they be pushed to the stage for auction.

He was then led back to his room for an absurd night.

Not to mention, the layout of the scene, the costumes of the staff and the atmosphere of this house have all reached their limits. Being in it, these women seem to have really traveled back thousands of years and became noble ladies of the imperial age. .

Roger's eyes swept across the hall quickly, and he soon noticed Veronica sitting in the back row.

She looks a little haggard than in the photo, with no makeup on her face, and her clothes are casually matched. Just looking at her appearance, she can hardly find the style of a fashionable girl.

But this woman's foundation is really good, even if she doesn't wear makeup, she is a rare beauty.

"Wow~ Look at the muscles on his body!"

A woman's exaggerated voice interrupted Roger, "She's too strong, I want this, he's mine!"

"Go away, didn't you just say you like murderers?"

"The guy in the third place has a killer demeanor, with a little blood on his white shirt, which is exactly what you want."

The companion beside him retorted.

"That's because I haven't met a better one. Look at his dress, like the god of war in the arena."

"He must be very powerful, don't rob me, give him to me!"

The woman shouted loudly, and as she spoke, she stretched out her fingers as thick as carrots.

"Snapped!"

Roger raised the shield in his hand to block it, and now he felt that he was too wise to hold a shield.

The women who come here to seek excitement are either rich or expensive. Most of them are arrogant women like Veronica, but there are indeed women who feed themselves too much.

When Roger slapped her palms away, the woman, instead of being angry, became even more excited.

"God! Look at his expression, look at the indomitable look, God, he imitates so much, it's exactly the same as those heroes on TV."

The woman's exclamation also attracted the attention of others, many of whom turned their attention to Roger, and soon they found the difference in Roger.

If the others were just a vase with a vase on the surface, Roger felt like a sharpened and tempered sword to them.

"That suit suits him so well!"

"The expression is also very similar, do you specialize in acting?"

"He's one weapon away now."

Just as she was talking, a somewhat drunk woman stood up and rushed to a set of standing knight armor. She laboriously broke off the long sword in the knight's hand, and took a few steps and slammed it towards Roger.

"Hey, get your weapon!"

The strength of a woman is not large, and she is a little drunk. Although the weapon in her hand is half a decoration, it is not a small burden to her.

When she threw it, her strength and accuracy were completely deviated from the direction, and the long sword swirled and flew out, heading straight for Veronica who was sitting behind!

This sudden change caused a commotion in the field, and the woman sitting near Veronica screamed loudly and fled.

Only Veronica sat blankly on the table, seemingly unaware of the weapons falling from the sky.

This is a good opportunity.

Roger's heart moved, his body rushed forward, and by running, he jumped from a chair, rolled his body in the air, jumped over two rows of tables, and accurately blocked the weapon in mid-air.

He rotated his body and landed on the ground dexterously, and the weapon in his hand drew an arc.

Everyone applauded loudly, thinking that what happened just now was deliberately designed by the Bordeaux Dream.

Roger looked at Veronica, who was a little drunk. He took a step forward and just wanted to strike up a conversation, but before he could speak, Veronica glanced at him.

"Muscles are good, but you look too young."

"I like the older ones, preferably the ones with beards."

Roger: Henrik, I Nima...!