Chapter 336 Purple Rose
Perhaps he just didn't know the right measure. After all, the evil god's methods were more twisted and deformed than the drug lords in his previous life. It was impossible for a normal person to want to get close to the "Prince of Darkness".
Sherlock could certainly comfort himself in this way, but only a fool would think so.
The hunter who roamed the swamps and countryside all year round left the ball on the pretext of feeling unwell. No one cared about his departure except the host of the banquet, a graceful lady wearing a silver mask who nodded to him.
A country bumpkin should stay away from such a high-end place, right? This makes sense. Sherlock hasn't stayed for long since the party changed. He has always been like this.
The absence of an old eyesore only added to the warmth of the party, and every well-dressed gentleman and lady was glad to see no dirty woodland boots to stain their rich floors.
The waiters pushed drinks continuously to the tables around the stage. Pairs of men and women wearing gold and silver masks danced on the stage. They fantasized about the future - with their advanced knowledge, they would inevitably reach the top of this world. Every story described it this way. They possessed things that the bumpkins in this world would never understand.
Why would we become a bunch of ascetics like the members of the "Light of the Last Days" Research Society?
Why hide like rats like the Tilia 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 soon created a huge foundation in this world.
Of course, there are villains in every story. The nobles of the empire were jealous of his wealth, the army and knights coveted his land, and he was forced to give up everything and leave his homeland.
Turning points always favor visitors from other worlds. The one who founded the society eventually ascended to godhood and became an immortal being after a series of hardships.
He eventually returned to the Empire, but only to retaliate against the nobles who had forced him to leave, after which he disappeared.
His deeds still live on in the world, leaving behind a legend for future generations.
Every member 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 founder's story is their best vision for the future.
They only need to be themselves, as the original Ascendants did, and they can create eternal greatness.
The whole world is waiting for them to conquer, and now all they lack is an opportunity.
The members took turns tasting increasingly luxurious drinks, but the various flavors of beverages and alcohol could no longer satisfy them.
After the drinks comes the food, whether it is barbecue, steak, and foie gras from the West, or bear paws, snake soup, and Buddha Jumps 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", and chefs from all over the hometown are busy in their dining rooms.
It is said that they would only go to comfort their busy fellow villagers when they were leaving the table, but the cooks also needed to rest, so they could only hear a few words from the chefs discussing the ingredients in the bathroom.
From time to time, waiters would pass by with carts to collect the leftover food.
In a place where no one could see, the servants began another round of wolfing down, and then threw the leftovers, including the meat, into the river of Marienburg.
As for those homeless people who jump into the water to grab leftovers, who cares?
Every waiter had to return to the ball at the exact time, enter the empty kitchen, and put a wide variety of delicious delicacies on the dining cart.
As for why the kitchen was empty, who cared? The servants were busy pushing the dining cart back to the stage, meticulously serving the meals to the distinguished gentlemen and ladies, and listening to their needs.
They seemed to have gotten tired of the delicacies that ordinary people couldn't taste and wanted to experience something different.
After serving all the snacks and main dishes on the dining cart, the waiters pushed the dining cart back to the kitchen one by one.
But they accidentally ran into a man on the road who was vomiting out the food he had just eaten, and everyone chose to ignore him.
If they want to keep their hard-earned jobs, they have to learn what to look at and what not to look at.
Obviously, they learned well.
Another group of servants pushed carts of strange crystalline and powdery substances and passed by them.
None of the servants showed any curiosity; they just had to do their job.
The dusk in Marienburg faded unusually quickly, and the colorful lights lit up appropriately, illuminating the entire party mansion.
The servants respectfully entered the kitchen with notebooks for gentlemen and ladies to place their orders, and handed the order books to a chef whose face could not be seen.
The door was blown by a gust of wind, and it closed by itself with a sharp friction sound of "creak" and "creak".
The young servants, wearing clothes that cost more than their lives, quietly waited for orders.
They sniffed the ubiquitous ambiguous floral scent, yearned for and fantasized about the big names on the stage, and wished they could join this grand event.
The lights suddenly went out, and when they came back on in the kitchen, the team of humans had disappeared.
Instead, there are pieces of meat that are divided into small pieces.
The chef processes the meat in order according to the diners' requirements, either directly cutting it into small slices and placing it on the plate, garnishing it with chopped green onions, or frying it like steak and serving 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 emerge from the kitchen.
When another team of waiters opened the kitchen door and pushed out rows of dining carts full of meat, the hunter, who was barely experienced, couldn't help but hold his breath.
He didn't see anyone else in the kitchen.
Unspeakable fear instantly seized his heart. He turned back without hesitation, nimbly climbing over the courtyard wall, and only suppressed his panic when he landed on the narrow and dirty streets of Marienburg.
He ran off into the distance without stopping, blending into the crowded crowd of Fort Marien, and quietly escaped to the Shield Coin District without hesitation.
He would never believe the local law enforcers - the black berets. These guards were just running dogs of the big families. Unfortunately, Ms. Lina's husband was the head of one of the top ten families.
Followers of the goddess Verena may not necessarily speak out for justice, because justice is an ambiguous word that can refer to everything.
Mannawe would not pay attention to things on land, and Sherlock could not count on him. Who knew whether his followers would succumb to the interests?
Shylock once wanted to escape into Shaurya's temple, but he didn't want the poor people there to be affected for no reason.
The elves were unusually trustworthy at this time, as they would never connive to associate with humans.
Moreover, they never submit to local laws. At least the law enforcement agencies or gangs in Marienburg dare not enforce the law violently on the streets of the elves.
Sherlock hurriedly tidied his clothes, and after making sure that he would not be kicked out for being impolite, he decisively went deep into the elves' trading district.
(End of this chapter)
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