Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Auction

Listening to this woman’s introduction, today’s party theme was a slave auction.

This was a game specifically designed for women with special preferences; Roger and others would select different costumes and, once adorned, would be pushed into the arena.

They would adopt the identities corresponding to their attire and be observed by the women in the audience below; when the time was up, they would be pushed onto the stage to be chosen and auctioned off by the viewers below.

After hearing the introduction, Roger was so angry his face turned green; Henrik had gotten himself involved without fully understanding the situation.

His interaction with Veronica had been very limited, and even if he did manage to catch Veronica’s attention, if someone offered a higher price, he would lose the chance to approach her.

“Could Henrik have done this on purpose?”

Given Henrik’s past character, Roger couldn’t be sure about that.

As he pondered this, he swiftly changed into the remaining clothes—a simple leather spaulder, a retro-war kilt; in no time, a Gladiator resembling a war god appeared before everyone.

“You really are strong!”

The curly-haired youth showed an envious expression and even wanted to test the hardness of Roger’s muscles, but Roger cleverly evaded him.

“Are you ready? It’s time for your appearance.”

The woman from earlier came in again, her gaze lingering on Roger for a moment, with a flash of surprise in her eyes.

The door opened, and Roger heard the noise from outside, followed by women’s screams.

“What will they be dressed up as, princes, robbers?”

“Or perhaps a maniacal killer?”

“This part is just so fantastic, I’ve been wanting to try out a murderer for a while, and if a guy with a similar outfit shows up later, nobody better compete with me.”

“He’s mine!”

“Alright, alright, the killer is yours; I love men who wear masks the most!”

As the women’s discussion reached his ears, Roger looked around and couldn’t find a weapon that suited his outfit, so he grabbed a shield from the rack.

Though the shield appeared incredibly solid, it was actually made of plastic and purely for show.

By then, the people in front had already started moving into the venue one after another; Roger stood last, and when it was his turn, the staff member hesitated for a moment.

“Wasn’t it 18? Why is there an extra one?”

“Did I count wrong?”

The person muttered quietly, but seeing the woman on stage gesturing, he could only pat Roger on the shoulder, signaling him to hurry up on stage.

Roger kept a calm demeanor on the surface, but he knew inside that this was definitely a mistake in Henrik’s arrangements.

Walking into the venue.

It was a luxurious, grand hall spanning over one thousand square meters, with enormous crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome.

As he entered, some men dressed in the attire of the Imperial era were performing various service-oriented tasks, and some even wore collars around their necks, being led around by the ladies like pets.

The boisterous noise burst into his eardrums; it was indeed a place drowning in pleasurable excess.

All the newcomers lined up and had to walk around the arena, undergoing the scrutiny of all present guests; only after this process would they be pushed onto the stage for the auction.

Then they would be led back to their rooms to spend an absurd night.

Without mentioning anything else, the setting of the scene, the attire of the people, and the atmosphere set by Dream of Bordeaux all reached the extreme; immersed in this environment, these women seemed to truly travel back thousands of years, becoming the imperial-era noblewomen.

Roger’s eyes quickly swept over the hall, and he soon noticed Veronica sitting in one of the back rows.

She appeared more haggard than in the photos, with barely any makeup on her face and her clothes were put together casually; barely discernible as a fashionable woman by her appearance alone.

However, this woman did have a great foundation; even without makeup, she was a rare beauty.

“Wow~ Look at the muscles on him!”

A woman’s exaggerated voice interrupted Roger, “She’s so strong, I want this one, he’s mine now!”

“Back off, didn’t you say you liked murderers just now?”

“The guy who’s third in line really has the aura of an assassin, even has a spot of blood on his white shirt–totally fits your bill.”

Her companion countered.

“That’s because I hadn’t encountered anyone better. Look at his outfit, he’s like a war god from the gladiator arena.”

“He must be amazing, don’t fight me for him, let me have him!”

The woman bellowed out loud as she spoke, extending her carrot-thick finger.

“Smack!”

Roger lifted the shield in his hand to block her, now feeling extremely wise for carrying a shield.

The women who came here for thrills were all rich or noble, mostly like Veronica, pampered daughters of heaven, but there were indeed some women who had overfed themselves excessively.

Having her hand smacked away by Roger, the woman didn’t get angry but instead became even more excited.

“Oh my God! Look at his expression, look at that air of invincibility. Heavens, he’s imitated it so well, he’s just like those heroes on TV.”

The woman’s exclamations also drew the attention of others, and many turned their eyes to Roger, quickly noticing something different about him.

If others were but vases with appearances only, Roger gave them the impression of a treasured sword, honed and tempered.

“That outfit suits him so well!”

“His expression too, it’s spot on. Did he study acting?”

“Now he only needs a weapon.”

As they were speaking, a somewhat tipsy woman stood up and staggered over to a standing suit of knight’s armor, struggling to pull the longsword from the knight’s hand, then hurriedly took a few steps and flung it towards Roger.

“Hey, take your weapon!”

The woman wasn’t very strong, and she was a bit drunk, and although the weapon in her hand was half a decoration, it was a significant burden for her.

Her throw was off in both force and direction, the longsword spun out of hand and flew towards Veronica, who was sitting in the back!

This sudden turn caused a commotion in the venue, with women near Veronica screaming loudly as they scattered away.

Only Veronica remained sitting dumbly at the table, seemingly oblivious to the weapon that came falling from the sky.

This was indeed a good opportunity.

A thought flashed in Roger’s mind as his body lunged forward, using a running start to jump from a chair and somersault in the air, leaping over two rows of tables and accurately intercepting the weapon in mid-air.

He spun around, gracefully landing on the ground, the weapon in his hand tracing an arc.

The crowd applauded loudly, all thinking that what just happened was deliberately staged by Dream of Bordeaux.

Roger looked at the somewhat tipsy Veronica, stepped forward to say something, but before he could speak, Veronica gave him a glance.

“The muscles are nice, but you look too young.”

“I prefer older ones, preferably with beards.”

Roger: Henrik, I’m done…!