Demon Hunter and His Hut

The girl who heard the whistle had a flash of impatience on her face at first, but then when she turned her head and saw Roger's handsome face, the frost on her face melted.

"why you?"

"Veronia, long time no see."

Roger smiled and said hello.

He pointed to the guard standing in front of him, "You still need an electronic invitation code to enter here..."

"Get in the car, I'll take you in!"

Veronia said without hesitation that this was the first time the two had met since the last time they parted.

"But this lady, according to the regulations, invited guests can only bring one more guest to enter here..."

The guard on the other side said with some embarrassment.

"It's ok."

Veronia waved indifferently and pointed to a handsome young man sitting in the passenger seat.

"You, get out of the car."

This is a stout white young man, slender, with a diamond earring embedded in his right ear.

Hearing Veronia's words, his expression changed. Although the people around him didn't make a sound, he seemed to hear the faint mockery from others.

"Veronia, who is that kid, why let me get off the bus?"

"Don't forget, it's your father..."

"roll!"

It's okay not to mention her father, but Veronia's face changed greatly when she mentioned her father.

After the last Mist incident, Veronia had to leave Bordeaux after being ruined by shapeshifters.

The relationship between father and daughter eased a little, but after a period of time, everything went back to normal, and the relationship between the two became bad again.

For the sake of the family business, Veronia actually asked Veronia to contact the heirs of the cooperative group.

On the surface, it is contact,

But Veronia knew exactly what her father had in mind.

Roger could only say sorry for this, and he threw the car keys to the young man sitting in the passenger seat.

"The car is there, you can do whatever you want after you go down the mountain."

The short-inch youth had a gloomy face, but after thinking about it, he still didn't throw away the key in his hand. It was a long way from here to the bottom of the mountain.

It's humiliating enough for this to happen, and he doesn't want to continue to be laughed at here.

Roger got into the car, the guards let it go, and the car drove up into the manor. Looking around the nearby parking lot, there were rows of luxury cars.

The Ferrari of Verona is less visible here.

At the entrance of the manor, two rows of servants stood tall and straight, and there was a large fountain directly opposite the entrance, with statues standing in the center of the fountain.

The clothes, costumes, hair and texture of the statue are all vivid, but the only thing that makes people feel weird is the face of the statue.

The cheeks were sunken inward, and the whole face seemed to have been dug out violently, leaving a terrifying pothole.

When Roger and Veronia approached, they could still hear the guests in neat suits communicating with each other, and words such as art and surrealism came out of their mouths from time to time.

"Ugly to death!"

Veronia pouted in disdain, "A bunch of pretentious guys."

She glanced at Roger, "How about you, do you have any research on this kind of art?"

Roger smiled, and his eyes stayed on the face where the statue was dug out, "Don't talk nonsense, this thing might be true."

"real?"

Veronia was stunned at first, but she quickly understood the meaning of Roger's words, she couldn't help holding her shoulders and shivered.

The experience in the foggy world has become a nightmare that the girl will never forget in her life. Even though it has been a few months, she can't help but feel frightened when she thinks of it by chance.

She glanced at Roger.

"What are you doing here?" Thinking of Roger's special occupation, she was not only suspicious.

"Could this ghost place be..."

"Don't think about it."

Roger comforted, he did not continue to answer, but asked.

"What about you? What are you doing here?"

"How have you been recently?"

"After I left Bordeaux, I came to Erde. My father had a large part of his business here. As for coming here, it was purely for entertainment."

"This place was originally just an abandoned manor, and it was not taken care of for many years. Later, a nobleman named Dirio Brando bought it. He was a guy with a lot of money."

"It didn't take long for this place to become a holy place for young people in Elder to spend their time."

"But the barriers to entry here are very high, and I got the electronic pass code only after a friend's introduction."

"She told me that the owner of this place, Di Rio, is very personable and handsome. Hehe, a courtesan like her can..."

"Snapped!"

Just as there was a soft sound, a woman patted Veronia's shoulder from behind.

"Wow, so in your heart I'm just a big-chested courtesan?"

Veronia turned her head and spoke ill of people behind her back but was bumped into by the client. She didn't look embarrassed at all, and she obviously had an excellent relationship with the woman in front of her.

It was a woman with a plump figure, with an S-shaped arc that was even more exaggerated than Victoria's. She was wearing a white halter evening dress and was looking at Roger with a scrutiny.

"This is Berkeley Industries..."

"not him."

Veronia said goodbye, "I left that kid outside, he is my friend."

Veronia was about to introduce, but Roger took the initiative to say, "Geralt."

"Geralt Rivia."

Roger was talking nonsense.

The woman stretched out her hand with a smile, "My name is Martha." She looked at Roger's clothes, "It looks like you came well prepared, knowing that the highlight of the evening is the masquerade party."

"But I really can't see what identity you are playing now."

"Masquerade?"

After listening to Ma Dan's words, Veronia frowned.

In the small circle of their activities, the masquerade is basically the same as another event.

**Party.

Men and women participating in the dance will choose the various identities they play. There are no restrictions on this, but the only requirement is that everyone must wear a mask that has been prepared in advance.

And the mask is not allowed to be taken off during the whole process, and no one is allowed to talk privately except for the voices made during the communication.

No identity, no age, just pure males and females, and then in the confused lights, in the smoke filled with special drugs.

All had a crazy night.

"Martha, you should know that I hate such activities." Veronia stared at the woman in front of her with a bad expression.

"You specially gave me an electronic invitation card, shouldn't the purpose be to let me bring that kid here?"

She thought a lot in an instant.

"Could it be my father..."

Thinking of this, Veronia's face became very ugly, pimping for her daughter and arranging all activities.

Such a father is really...

"Dear Veronia, what are you thinking?" Martha stepped forward and put her arms around Veronia.

"Not at all what you think."

"It's really just a masquerade party, not a kinky party."

"I know you too well, and don't you want to believe me?"

Martha pulled Veronia aside, and she moved closer, her eyes flashing with a strange light.

"Veronia, I think we should go in!"

Roger said suddenly, the low voice made Martha's heart beat half a beat, the woman's eyes returned to normal, and she patted Veronia's arm affectionately.

"Go and have fun with your little boyfriend first."

The last ray of sunlight disappeared from the horizon, and shadows covered the earth.