You're coming with me? ”

Roger smiled and reached out to grab Martha's wings behind her back, and the woman's footsteps moved slightly, and she nimbly dodged Roger's palm.

"You can't touch this thing."

"Touched...... There is a price to pay. ”

She glanced at Roger, "Go there, if you're ......strong enough, I'll be waiting for you in the bottom room." ”

With all sorts of indescribable voices filling his ears, Roger hesitated to do anything about it, but soon he thought of the mysterious new owner of the manor.

He nodded, pushed past several women who pounced on him, and walked to the wooden door at the back of the stage.

The wooden door opened to both sides, and a closed elevator appeared in front of him, and Roger stepped into it, the gears turning the elevator slowly downward.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, the elevator opened, and in the open space were groups of people gathered around the table, staring at them with red eyes and shouting hoarsely.

In the hunter's state of vision, Roger could perceive something strange being pulled from the crowd's bodies.

Then little by little it blends into the surrounding room.

"Soul?"

"Spirit?"

Roger shook his head, he didn't look, but continued down.

The next level is a huge Colosseum, where blood is splattered and the people in the cage are fighting selflessly.

Keep going down.

The space on each floor is shrinking, and there are fewer and fewer people in the rooms, although the purpose is different, but each room points to a certain human desire.

Pure and thorough.

Until the end, the elevator went straight down, and after a long wait, the elevator was opened, and it was dark before Roger's eyes.

A beam of light shot from mid-air, and Martha's figure appeared strangely in front of Roger.

"Isn't everything in the room enough to satisfy your desires?"

Martha changed into a black evening gown, her body enveloped by wide batwing wings on her back.

"What are you looking for here?"

Roger didn't squeak, he looked around, "It's not underground, is it?" ”

Although the elevator just now gave people the illusion of going down, Roger was not an ordinary person, and he knew that he had not moved at all.

Each opening and closing of the door leads to a different area.

From beginning to end, he didn't take half a step.

Martha was stunned for a moment, but then a touch of cruelty welled up in her eyes, and a hint of cruelty appeared on her beautiful face, "You are a member of the Knights of the Round Table?" ”

"You're too much to do."

"Everyone enjoys everything here, no strife, no harm, and no death."

"According to the rules, the Knights of the Round Table are not qualified to meddle in the affairs here."

"I'm not from the Knights of the Round Table."

Roger shook his head, "I'm only here ......"

He shifted his body sideways to the left, and suddenly squeezed it somewhere in the void.

"Ugh!"

Martha, who had been floating in the darkness, suddenly disappeared, and a figure gradually appeared in Roger's palm.

"You...... You! ”

Pulling Martha in front of him, Roger took off the mask on his face, his eyes were full of light, and the violent spiritual power poured into the eyes of the woman in front of him like a flood.

Martha's eyes widened, her eyes became confused, and after a long time, when Roger also saw drops of sweat on his forehead, the struggle in the woman's eyes disappeared.

She stepped forward and gently patted it somewhere inside the elevator.

A smile appeared on his face, "The desires of ordinary people can no longer fill your heart, dear Mr. Geralt, what are you after?" ”

"It is a ...... that has existed since birth"

"The quest for eternal life?"

The elevator closes, and Roger sees Martha's figure disappear into the darkness.

Thundered.

This time, when the door opened again, Roger found himself back in the same hall where he had been.

But unlike when you first entered, the room was decorated with a rustic décor, wooden floors and staircases, and a fireplace burning at the end of the room.

The sound of burning wood crackling and the portraits of the previous owners of the manor house on the walls, Roger glanced at them casually, and finally fixed his gaze on the last face.

His pupils narrowed slightly.

"This is the duchess who married the Green family?"

It was pitch black outside the window, and Roger didn't know what he would face when he turned around and pushed the door open.

He didn't even know which was the real world, this place or the resplendent hall just now.

There was a faint voice in front of him, put on his mask again, and casually removed a black robe that was hanging, and Roger walked to the room at the end.

The lights flickered, the room was dimly lit, and Roger's entry did not alarm anyone, he quietly blended into the crowd, his eyes looking at the high platform in the middle.

There stood a tall, handsome man with long dark blonde hair, a well-fitting evening gown with a white shirt peeking out slightly from the edges, and a large ruby ring on his slender fingers.

And beside him, there stood a figure that was extremely familiar to Roger.

Martha.

"She didn't just ......"

Roger had some doubts in his mind.

"Special passage?"

"No, no, it's too fast, and she's going to do something about it once she comes to her senses."

"Are they twins?"

Throwing this ridiculous thought out of his mind, Roger felt a pang in his heart, and soon thought of a possibility.

If your guess is correct, then the new owner of this manor is terrible.

"Bang!"

The door was closed, and Roger realized that, counting his current position, all the people in the room formed a complete pattern.

"Smack!"

The man on the high platform clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention.

"Dirio Brando."

"Congratulations to all of you, you have passed all the tests and resisted the most primitive desires of mankind."

"When you stand here, the only thing that can satisfy you is the desire for eternal life."

"A young body, an ageless face, and great strength!"

As soon as the words fell, Dirio suddenly threw a fist.

"Bang!"

Martha, who was standing beside him, felt like she had been hit by a cannonball, her nose bone collapsed, and her entire face was dented by a punch.

She flew upside down, slammed into a distant wall with a loud bang, and then bounced off.

A large pool of blood soon spread to the ground, and what was even more terrifying was that a deep crater appeared in the wall after her impact.

The power of this punch is evident.

Click.

At this moment, Martha, who thought she had been killed, suddenly struggled to stand up, she picked up something in the blood water, and then pieced it together on her face little by little.

The nose was placed on the forehead, and the eyeballs bulged out from the broken mouth, and at this moment, Martha suddenly opened her mouth, and her sharp fangs poked out, biting down on a black-robed man not far away.

Without a struggle, the black-robed man's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the essence and blood of his whole body were drained.

And Martha's injuries are also recovering at a rapid pace.

"Honey, you're too heavy."

Martha, who had returned to normal, chuckled.

Dirio's gaze swept over.

"I've had countless masks in my life, and they've all been my carefully crafted works of art, but this is the only one."

As he spoke, he lifted a wooden box in his hand and took out a cracked bone mask.

"It's the magic of the Creator!"

Seeing this mask, Roger's face changed drastically.