"What's going on?"

Verona shook her head, "Why did I feel Martha weird just now?"

Roger and the girl walked side by side.

"If it is not necessary, you will at least reduce your contact with that Martha in the future. I feel strange energy fluctuations in her, although I can't tell it."

"But that woman is obviously not an ordinary person."

"You mean..."

Verona soon understood something.

"She used some kind of spell on me just now?" Verona shook her head, shivering a little, and she had already felt a little relieved in her heart.

However, he carefully observed Roger's expression, and saw that the latter had no expression, sighed in his heart and silently suppressed the thought.

No matter what, she always feels that it is safer to be with Roger.

Walking into the hall, the room was brightly lit, and all the guests were divided into two rows of men and women under the guidance of the waiter and led into the dark room behind.

There they would complete the disguise and re-enter the venue for the masquerade. Veronia's uneasiness became stronger and stronger. She hesitated for a moment and walked to Roger.

"The atmosphere here is very depressing. I want to leave immediately. Where are you, are you with me?"

Verona had a faint expectation in her voice. She took the initiative to hold Roger's hand and scratched her little finger in Roger's palm. This obscure hint was self-evident.

"You didn't seize the opportunity last time. Do you have to reject me again today?"

Roger looked down in his deep red evening dress.

Unobstructed at a glance.

If he changes time and place, he may not mind talking about the past and chatting with his old friends.

But not today.

Taking advantage of the crowds, it was the best time for him to understand this manor.

Roger shook his head gently.

“It’s really inconvenient today.”

Veronia's disappointment flashed away.

"All right."

She approached Roger and quietly spoke an address in the latter's ear.

“My door is always open to you…”

Veronia smiled.

Roger nodded, "Let's go, I'll take you out of the manor first."

Roger took Veronia out of the hall. A servant stopped them at the door, but after asking the specific reason, he didn't say much, so he let the two of them walk to the parking lot.

Starting the car, the red Ferrari slowly left the manor along the road down the mountain.

Roger stood high and watched Veronia's car taillights go away. He turned and walked towards the hall again until he made sure Veronia left the manor.

"Where is my lovely Veronia?"

A voice came from the darkness.

Martha walked slowly with her glass of wine, "Are you too tired? Are you resting upstairs?"

He looked at Roger unscrupulously, "You look strong, tsk..."

From this woman's eyes, Roger saw a little hunger and greed.

"Is this your outfit tonight?"

Instead of continuing the topic, he pointed to a new hollow evening dress that Martha changed.

Tiny broken diamonds are embedded on the clothes, and hollow patterns are attached to the surface of the skin, looming in the vague light.

To be fair, this woman is indeed very good at choosing clothes.

"Hehe!"

Martha smiled so hard that her branches trembled.

Well, it's really trembling.

"Remember my clothes and come to me after the dance party starts..."

After saying that, she chuckled and left with a glass of wine.

Roger frowned.

"There is no spiritual fluctuation of the witch, nor is it the bloodline of the warlock. As for the demon hunter, it is even more impossible, exorcist or a psychic?"

The characteristics shown by Martha are very different from the extraordinary profession that Roger has come into contact with.

But after seeing this woman, he became more confident in his next actions.

There must be some secret hidden in this manor, and this secret may be related to the Stuart family back then.

Walk into the hall again.

After this period of delay, there were not many people left in the hall. Roger walked into one of the rooms under the guidance of the waiter.

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

He looked through it carefully and found that there were countless rich materials. As long as the corresponding items were selected, at most one minute, the various props prepared would be sent into the room through the elevator.

Various decorations are allowed to be screened, but the mask worn on the face cannot be changed after selection.

And each mask is unique.

Just when Roger made his choice, on the other side, Martha turned a corridor with a wine glass. After turning a corner, her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

There was a faint red light in the dim corridor, and the light shone on Martha's face, except for the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor.

The panting sounds of silky breathing in the corridor are creeping into the brain bit by bit.

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

The man has loose blonde hair, and the color of his hair is not pure, but a bit obscure and dark gold.

From the back, you can only see the man's shoulders and neck bulging like a mountain.

"How are you prepared?"

“There are a few suitable candidates.”

"By the way, the Knights have come to check here, but I have already sent it away."

Martha curled her lips and stepped forward and hugged the man's neck from behind.

"I suffered a great loss in order to deal with those guys, you said..."

"How can I compensate me?"

"hehe."

The man smiled, "You are always so greedy."

A face appeared in her mind. Martha thought about it but didn't say anything. It seemed like a delicious prey that she might be able to eat it secretly.

"Prepare, we will be on stage in a while."

The man stood up, and under his feet were two trembling women. Their eyes were dull and they were not covered in incisors. They looked confused, but they still instinctively rushed to fear.

He turned to look at Martha.

Even though he has faced this face countless times, Martha still feels frightened every time she sees this face.

The man's entire face was dug off, and in the sunken part, there were densely stacked sharp teeth!

"Where is my face?"

The man muttered.

He looked around, walked to the wall, and removed a bone mask from the wall.

Click!

The face and the mask fit perfectly together. After the clear sound, the two blended together. When the man turned his head again, he appeared in front of Martha with an exquisite and handsome face.

No flaw can be seen from any angle.

"Okay, we can leave."

The man waved to Martha. When he walked to the door, the shadow under the light suddenly climbed up along the man's ankle like a living thing.

Pushing open the door, he was already wearing a delicate evening dress.
Chapter completed!