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

This is a game specially designed for women with special fetishes. Roger and others will choose different costumes and be pushed into the venue after decoration.

They will accept the viewing of those women under the identities that match their clothes, and when the time is over, they will be pushed onto the stage to accept the selection and auction of the audience below.

After listening to the introduction, Roger's face turned green with anger. Henrik didn't even figure out what was inside, so he stuffed himself in.

His time to contact Veronica is very limited, and even if he really attracts Veronica’s attention, if someone pays a higher price, then he will lose the opportunity to approach Veronica.

"This guy Henrik didn't mean it on purpose?"

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

As he thought about it, he quickly changed the remaining clothes, a simple leather shoulder armor and a retro war skirt, and a few times, a gladiator like a **** of war appeared in front of everyone.

"You are so strong!"

The curly-haired young man showed an enviable look. He even wanted to try Roger's muscle hardness, but he was wisely avoided by Roger.

"Are you ready, it's time for you to debut."

The previous woman walked in again, her gaze stayed on Roger for a moment, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The door opened, and Roger heard a noisy voice outside, followed by a woman's scream.

"What would they look like, prince, robber?"

"Or a perverted murderer?"

"This link is really great. I have long wanted to find a murderer to try it out. If a guy with a similar costume appears for a while, no one will rob me."

"he's mine!"

"All right, the murderer belongs to you. I like the man with a mask the most!"

The woman's discussion came to his ears, and Roger looked around and did not find a weapon suitable for this outfit. He could only remove a shield from the shelf.

Although this thing looks extremely heavy, it is actually made of plastic, which has nothing to do with it.

At this time, the people in front had already entered the venue one after another. Roger was standing at the last one. When it was his turn, the staff was taken aback.

"Isn't it 18? Why is there one more?"

"Did I count wrong?"

The man whispered a word, but seeing the woman on the stage beckoning, he could only pat Roger on the shoulder and signal him to come on stage.

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

Walk into the venue.

This is a luxuriously decorated hall with an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters, and a huge crystal lamp is suspended on the dome.

When I first came in, some male servants dressed in ancient imperial decorations were doing some service work. Some even had collars around their necks and were led by some ladies like pets.

The noise rushed into the eardrums, this is really a place for drunken fans.

Everyone who came in lined up and needed to walk around the venue to be inspected by all the guests. After this process, they would be pushed onto the stage for auction.

Then he was led back to the room and spent a ridiculous night.

Apart from other things, the setting of the scene, the clothing of the staff and the atmosphere of the atmosphere, this Bordeaux dream has reached its limit. Being in it, these women seem to have really traveled thousands of years ago and become the noble ladies of the empire era. .

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

She looks a little more haggard than in the picture, she has no makeup on her face, and her clothes are randomly matched. You can hardly find any fashion girl just by looking at her appearance.

But this woman's foundation is really good, even without makeup, she is a rare beauty.

"Wow~ look at his muscles!"

A woman's exaggerated voice interrupted Roger, "She is too strong, I want this, he is mine!"

"Go away, didn't you just say you like murderers?"

"The guy ranked third is very killer, and there is some blood on his white shirt, which fully meets your requirements."

The companions around retorted.

"That's because I didn't meet a better one. Look at his outfit, it's like the **** of war in the arena."

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

The woman yelled loudly, and while talking, she stretched out her carrot-like fingers.

"Snapped!"

Roger raised the shield in his hand and blocked it. He now felt that he was too wise to hold a shield.

The women who come here for excitement are either rich or noble, most of them are like Veronica, but there are indeed women who feed themselves very excessively.

Being slapped by Roger's palm, the woman became more agitated instead of being angry.

"God! Look at his expression, look at that incredible look, my goodness, he imitated it so much, it looks exactly like the heroes on TV."

The woman's exclamation also attracted the attention of other people. Many people focused their attention on Roger, and soon they found the difference in Roger.

If the others are just a vase with a mere appearance, then Roger feels like a sword that has been honed and tempered.

"That suit really matches him!"

"The expression is also very similar, do you specialize in acting?"

"He has a weapon now."

As she was talking, a somewhat drunk woman stood up and rushed to a set of standing knight armor. She struggling to break off the long sword in the knight's hand, walked a few steps and slammed it towards Roger.

"Hey, take your weapon!"

The woman's strength was not great, and she was a little drunk. Although the weapon in her hand was considered a half ornament, it was not a small burden for her.

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

This sudden change caused a commotion in the field. The woman sitting near Veronica screamed loudly, and UU reading www.uukánshu.com escaped by herself.

Only Veronica sat on the table blankly, seeming not to notice the weapon that fell from the sky at all.

This is a good opportunity.

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

He rotated his body and landed on the ground dexterously, and his weapon drew an arc.

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

Roger looked at Veronica, who was a little drunk. He stepped forward and wanted to strike up a conversation, but before he could speak, Veronica glanced at him.

"The muscles are good, but you look too young."

"I like the older ones, preferably the bearded ones."

Roger: Henrik, Nima...!