Chapter 258 Trap (6800 Plus)

on the stage.

The old gentleman held the girl's hand as if he had entered the dance floor with a dance partner, and bowed in all directions.

"Vonila Salibato... eighteen years old, healthy, free of disease... with noble blood... a side branch of the Viscount Salibato family..."

"Voluntarily become an assistant to help the 'Old Count' make pre-dinner fruit."

The host's voice was agitated.

William's hands and feet were cold as he watched the man join forces with the old gentleman, chanting the invisible incantation.

The 'Old Count' bowed in all directions again and recited the invisible spell.

The crimson mist surrounded the girl, and there was a sound of buds stretching.

Above the blood-red mist, a strange plant is growing rapidly, with huge...pomegranate fruits hanging from the branches?

This scene made William's eyes widen.

'She... is she crazy? Performing invisible tricks openly and openly, this is an ironclad proof that the Bureau of Investigation will definitely find it! ’

'Am I crazy? Or is the world crazy? Why would anyone want to do this? ’

"The best treasures are acquired by the best people."

Quentin said with a smile and looked at William: "A girl who voluntarily shows mystery, purity and depravity, cruelty and kindness, the perfect fusion of uniqueness and sweet fruit... Oh, I have to say, 'Old Earl' Really found a perfect treasure."

His eyes were slightly scarlet: "This is a rare treasure..."

"Ugh...don't say it."

Beside him, William was already half-kneeling on the ground, covering his mouth.

In his heart, he was already extremely regretful.

Even some vague guesses were connected by William.

Like...why is Quentin being so nice to him? He also introduced him to the club... He's just a poor boy with no money!

His positioning seems to be no different from that ignorant girl!

"You see it?"

At this time, Quentin whispered in William's ear: "Every true gourmet needs to dedicate an ingredient... And the delicious food I prepare for the next party is the soup after the fruit... When I first The first time I saw you, it was as if I had found a delicious lamb. This is the gift of the 'Mother of the Night'! But you are still too young..."

"what!"

William screamed and punched Quentin in the face, causing the gentleman in the white suit to fall to the ground.

He himself jumped up and stumbled out of the club.

Unexpectedly, the people in the club and the doorman didn't stop him, they just roared, whistled, commented, pointed at William... as if they were watching a hog to be slaughtered, choosing delicious parts.

"Quentin, your ingredients ran away."

In the private room next door, a gourmet who was cutting steak laughed.

"He has the 'curse mark' that I planted on him, and what he can't escape... Fear is also the seasoning of cooking... Let him panic in fear, and in the end, he can't escape his doomed destiny... That share The final struggle and despair will definitely make his brain more delicious!"

Quentin got up without hesitation, and said eagerly, "This is also part of dining etiquette."

In fact, it is a 'ritual' for gourmets.

"Recently, the General Bureau of Investigation has sent people back like crazy, but don't get into trouble."

A masked woman wearing a high-necked evening dress with choppy breasts and a skirt slit directly to her thighs came over and giggled.

"In our club, there are many nobles who support... those nobles who have enjoyed everything from birth, after enjoying all the normal enjoyment of ordinary people, they have long been empty and numb, and they can only pursue new degenerate thrills. Only here can we feel a trace of joy... Bureau of Investigation? The black skin of the Bureau of Investigation is nothing but a dog raised by the kingdom, how dare they come to arrest the owner?”

Quentin poured himself a glass of wine and sneered: "What's more... This is also the request of 'Blood of Decay', that kid is a special sacrifice sent by 'Blood of Decay'... His background has long been investigated. , his fate is already doomed."

"'Blood of Decay'? Those rotten guys..."

There was a hint of disdain in the eyes of the woman in the evening dress, but also a hint of interest: "So that's the case... You also treasure a characteristic of the ingredients... He is a descendant of the Sotos family, which is more noble than the noble girl tonight. Mysterious blood, I can't wait to taste him..."

"I heard that those guys are a little weird recently, and they seem to be related to the ruins of Sotos in Green Forest City... It is said that the 'Count of Green Forest' may have been resurrected a thousand years ago, which makes the descendants of those betrayer very Worrying...they're worried about a trial and reckoning!"

A potbellied member with a pig's head mask on his face laughed.

"Resurrection of the dead? This is the three ultimate problems in mysticism, along with the creation of life and the 'panacea' that can cure all pollution. I am afraid that only Si Sui can do it... mortals can never be resurrected from the dead. "

Quentin firmly said: "A group of idiots who were deceived by rumors and scared themselves... I really hope that one day in the future, I can taste the taste of their blood... The taste must be extremely sweet!"

"Stop talking, let's start."

Female gourmets look to the high platform.

At this time, the 'cooking' has reached the last step. The gourmets around them have scarlet eyes, as if they have become prisoners who have been hungry for several days. They flock to the pomegranate tree. The pulp falls like raindrops...

...

The next day, Hunter's Bar.

Just as Aaron walked into the door, a figure rushed over: "Boss... Help!!"

"William."

Aaron sat down indifferently: "Go make a cup of coffee."

"I...club..."

William had messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well all night.

At this time, facing Aaron's orders, it turned out that the fear of the boss even outweighed the worry of the club, so he obediently walked behind the bar and started brewing coffee.

It wasn't until the coffee and dessert were served that Aaron took a sip of coffee and asked, "What's the matter?"

William quickly told about the 'Blood Clothes Club', and showed a blood-colored mark on the back of his neck: "Since I fled last night, I have this symbol on my neck... Boss, should I go to the police?"

"This mysterious symbol represents 'sacrifice', 'prey'... You are being targeted."

Aaron put down the coffee cup, shook his head and said, "The fact that the other party dares to let you go means that he has the confidence to take you back and deal with the investigation bureau... Besides, an illegal Extraordinary like you, will you end up in the investigation bureau? ?"

"Then am I not dead?" William said with a hint of hope in despair: "Boss... help!"

"It's a little strange, the Blood Clothes Club can exist in Pulmouth for so long, it's still relatively disciplined... For example, the prey must be 'voluntary', even if it is a false 'voluntary'... You don't quite meet the requirements, unless... any external influence."

Aaron put the coffee cup on the plate and smiled: "I do divination, you interpret it... This is a major event related to your life, work hard!"