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

This is a game specially designed for women with special fetishes, Roger and the others will choose different outfits, and after decorating, they will be pushed into the ground.

They will be viewed by the women in a way that matches their respective attire, and when the time is over, they will be pushed onto the stage to be selected and auctioned off by the audience below.

After listening to the introduction, Roger's face turned green with anger, and Henrik didn't understand the situation inside at all, so he stuffed himself in.

His exposure to Veronica is limited, and even if he does attract Veronica's attention, he will lose the opportunity to get close to Veronica if someone pays a higher price.

"Henrik doesn't mean it, does he?"

Considering Henrik's past character, Roger is really unsure about this.

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

"You're so strong!"

The curly-haired young man showed an envious look, and he even wanted to test Roger's muscle hardness, but Roger wittily avoided it.

"Ready, it's time for you to appear."

The woman from before walked in again, her gaze lingering on Roger for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

The door opened, and Roger heard a cacophony outside, followed by a woman's screams.

"What will they be dressed up in, prince, robber?"

"Or a psychopathic murderer?"

"This link is really great, I have long wanted to find a murderer to try, and if there is a guy in a similar costume for a while, no one will rob me."

"He's mine!"

"Okay, okay, the murderer is yours, I like the man with the mask the most!"

The woman's voice came to his ears, and Roger looked around and couldn't find the weapon suitable for the outfit, so he could only remove a shield from the shelf.

Although this thing looks very heavy, it is actually made of plastic, and it is nothing more than a façade.

At this time, the people in front had already walked into the venue one after another, Roger stood last, and when it was his turn, the staff was slightly stunned.

"Isn't it 18? How is there one more? ”

"Am I counting wrong?"

The man muttered quietly, but when he saw the woman on the stage waving, he could only pat Roger on the shoulder and signal him to hurry up.

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

Walk into the venue.

It is a lavishly 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 valets dressed in ancient imperial decorations doing some service work, and some even wore collars around their necks and were led like pets by some noble ladies.

The noise rushed into the eardrums, and it was a place for drunken fans.

Everyone who comes in is lined up and needs to walk around the venue to be inspected by all the guests present, and then they are pushed onto the stage for auction.

Then he was led back to his room for a ridiculous night.

Not to mention anything else, the layout of the scenes, the costumes of the personnel and the atmosphere, this Bordeaux dream has reached its limit, and in it, these women seem to have really traveled thousands of years ago and become the noblewomen of the imperial era.

Roger's gaze quickly swept across the hall, and he quickly noticed Veronica sitting in the back rows.

She looks a little haggard than in the photos, she doesn't wear any makeup on her face, and her clothes are also matched at will, and she hardly finds any fashion girl style just by looking at her appearance.

However, 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!" ”

"Fuck off, didn't you just say you like murderers?"

"The guy in third place has a killer style, and his white shirt still has a little blood on it, which is exactly what you want."

The companion next to him retorted.

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

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

The woman shouted loudly, holding out her carrot-thick fingers as she spoke.

"Smack!"

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 in search of excitement are either rich or expensive, most of them are like Veronica, but there are also women who feed themselves very excessively.

Roger slapped his palm away, and instead of being angry, the woman became more agitated.

"Oh my God! Look at his expression, look at that incredible look, oh my God, he imitates it so much, it's exactly like those heroes on TV. ”

The woman's exclamation also caught the attention of others, and many people focused their eyes on Roger, and soon they noticed the difference in Roger.

If the others are just vases with no appearance, then Roger feels like a sword that has been sharpened and tempered.

"That outfit matches him!"

"The expression is also very similar, is it specialized in acting?"

"He's missing a weapon now."

As she spoke, a somewhat drunken woman stood up and rushed to a set of knight's armor, and with great difficulty she broke off the knight's long sword, and took a few steps and threw it at Roger.

"Hey, take your weapon!"

The woman's strength is not great, and she is a little drunk, although the weapon in her hand is half an ornament, but it is also a big burden for her.

With this throw, her strength and accuracy were completely out of direction, and the long sword spun and flew out, heading straight for Veronica, who was sitting behind!

The sudden change caused a commotion in the field, and the woman sitting near Veronica screamed loudly and fled on her own.

Only Veronica sat on the table in a daze, seemingly unaware of the weapons falling from the sky.

It's a good opportunity.

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

His body spun and landed deftly on the ground, the weapon in his hand drawing an arc.

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

Roger looked at Veronica, who was a little drunk, and he stepped forward to talk to him, but before he could speak, Veronica glanced at him.

"The muscles are good, but you're too young."

"I like older ones, preferably bearded ones."

Roger: Henrik, I'm Nima......!

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