Chapter 336 Purple Rose
Maybe he just didn't grasp the rules. After all, the evil god's gameplay is more twisted and deformed than the drug lord in the previous life. It is impossible for anyone with normal cognition to want to get close to the "Prince of Darkness".
Of course Sherlock could comfort himself in this way, but only a fool would think this way.
The hunter, who has been wandering around the swamps and countryside all year round, excused himself from the dance due to feeling unwell. Except for the host of the banquet, the graceful lady wearing a silver mask, who nodded to him, no one cared about his departure.
Country bumpkins should stay away from high-end places like this, right? It made sense, Sherlock hadn't been around for long since the party's transformation, he'd always been like this.
The absence of an eyesore and old object only made the party more lively, and every well-dressed gentleman and lady was happy to have no dirty woodland boots to stain their luxurious floors.
Drinks were pushed to the tables around the stage by waiters one after another, and pairs of men and women wearing gold and silver masks danced on the stage. They were thinking about the future - with advanced knowledge, they would surely reach the top of the world. , every story depicts them as having something that the rubes of this world will never understand.
Why be a group of ascetics like the members of the "Doomsday Light" Study Society?
Why hide like mice like the Tilian Mutual Aid Society?
Everyone here is a protagonist.
It is said that the founder of the "Rose Society" was a completely different visitor from another world. He was bold and fearless, and he quickly created a huge foundation in this world.
Of course, there is a villain in every story. The nobles of the empire are jealous of his wealth, the army and knights covet his land, and he has to give up everything and leave his homeland.
Turning points always favor visitors from other worlds. The person who founded the society finally ascended to God after a series of ordeals and became an immortal existence.
He eventually returned to the Empire, but only to vengefully punish the nobles who had forced him to leave the Empire, and then disappeared.
His deeds are still alive in the world, leaving a legend for those who come after him.
Every initiate will be taken to witness the miracles left by the founder, and every gentleman or lady present is willing to believe this story, because the story of the founder is their best vision for the future.
They only need to be their true selves like the original ascendants, and they can create eternal great deeds.
The whole world is waiting for them to conquer, now they only need a chance.
More and more luxurious drinks were tasted by the members in turn, but the various flavors of drinks and alcohol could no longer satisfy them.
After the drinks comes food, whether it's barbecue, steak, and foie gras from the West, or bear paws, snake soup, or Buddha jumping over the wall from the East, as long as the dancers present are willing to speak, they can taste them.
Because the best chefs in the world are in the "Rose Society", chefs from all over the hometown are busy in their restaurants.
It is said that they would only stop by to comfort their busy fellow villagers when they were leaving the banquet. However, the cooks also had to take a rest, and they could only hear a few words of the chef discussing the ingredients in the bathroom.
From time to time, a waiter would pass by with a cart and put away the leftover food.
In a place where no one could see them, the attendants began to gobble another round alone, and then threw the leftovers with meat into the river of Marienburg.
As for the homeless people who dive into the water to grab leftover food, who cares?
Every waiter has to return to the ball at the exact time, enter the empty kitchen, and place a dazzling array of delicacies on the dining cart.
As for why the kitchen was empty. Who cares?
The waiters busily pushed the dining cart back to the stage, carefully served meals to the noble gentlemen and ladies, and listened to their needs.
They seem to be tired of eating delicacies that ordinary people cannot taste, and want to experience a more different taste.
After all the snacks and dishes on the dining cart were served, the waiters pushed the dining cart back to the kitchen.
But they accidentally bumped into a gentleman on the road who was spitting out the food he had just eaten. Everyone selectively ignored him.
If they want to keep their hard-earned jobs, they have to learn what to watch and what not to watch.
Obviously, they studied very well.
Another group of attendants pushed a cart of strange crystalline and powdery substances and passed them.
There are no attendants to show curiosity, they just have to do their jobs.
The dusk in Marienburg faded extremely quickly, and the colorful lights lit up appropriately, making the entire party mansion bright.
The attendants brought the order notebooks used by the gentlemen and ladies, entered the kitchen respectfully, and handed the order notebooks to a chef whose face could not be seen clearly.
The door was blown by a gust of wind, and it closed tightly with a sharp friction sound of "crunch" and "crunch".
The young attendants, wearing clothes that cost more than their lives, quietly waited for orders.
They smelled the ubiquitous ambiguous floral fragrance, longed for and fantasized about the big names on the stage, and wished they could also join this grand event.
The lights suddenly went out, and when the kitchen lit up again, a group of humans had disappeared.
Instead, there are chunks of finely divided meat.
The chef processes the meat in sequence according to the diners' requirements, or cuts it into a small slice and puts it on the plate, garnishes it with chopped green onions, or fry it like a steak and serve it with sauce.
But it can't satisfy everyone for the time being, because the ingredients don't allow it, and they have to catch a baby as soon as possible.
Sherlock did not see the team of waiters come out of the kitchen.
When another team of waiters opened the kitchen door and pushed out rows of dining carts filled with meat, the barely experienced hunter couldn't help but hold his breath.
He saw no one else in the kitchen.
Unspeakable fear seized his heart instantly. He turned back without hesitation and climbed over the courtyard wall nimbly. He could not hold back his panic until he landed on the narrow, dirty streets of Marienburg.
He ran into the distance without stopping, blended into the crowded crowd of Mariensburg, and quietly escaped to the Shield Block without hesitation.
He would not believe the local law enforcers - the black berets. These guards were just lackeys of the big families. Unfortunately, Ms. Linna's husband was the head of one of the ten big families.
Followers of the goddess Verena may not necessarily speak out for justice, because justice is an ambiguous word that can refer to everything.
Manavi would not even pay attention to things on land. Shylock couldn't count on him. Who knows whether his followers would bend for the sake of profit?
Shylock once wanted to escape into Sharya's temple, but he didn't want the poor people there to be affected for no reason.
Elves are unusually trustworthy at this time, because they never bother to hang out with humans.
And they have never succumbed to local laws. At least Marienburg's law enforcement agencies or gangs did not dare to violently enforce the law on the streets of elves.
Sherlock hurriedly arranged his clothes, and after confirming that he would not be kicked out for disgrace, he decisively went deep into the elves' trading district.