Chapter 811: Chapter 637 LV3
Henrik revealed a mysterious smile.
Focusing his attention, Roger imrsed his consciousness.
A graceful figure, striking features, and most importantly, an irresistible charm!
It was a female Night Demon!
“Did you really bring this thing in?!”
“Why not?”
Henrik looked completely serious.
“Do you think this female Night Demon can truly serve any purpose in the trial?”
“Why wouldn’t it?”
Henrik questioned back.
He casually took away the dice floating on Roger’s palm, saying, “Don’t use your narrow perspective to speculate on my intentions.”
He snorted coldly.
“I’ve given this trial an appropriate na—The Choice Between Angel and Demon.”
“Upon completing the corresponding trial, Demon Hunters will be guided here based on their actions and choices in the Illusionary Realm.”
Under Henrik’s guidance, Roger’s consciousness sank into the environnt, and soon the scenery around him began to change.
Wooden floors, goat-skin rugs, a grand and gilded hall with figures moving back and forth. The lighting wasn’t bright, but it was sufficient for Roger to clearly see the faces and outfits of those passing by.
Without exception, every figure his eyes landed upon was either a stunning woman… or a handso man.
Roger could understand placing won here, but n? Well, though nowadays the number of female Demon Hunters in Kaer Morhen was considerable, it was still obvious they didn’t need so many n.
Suppressing the impulse to dig further, Roger noticed that the crowd bustling in the hall seed entirely oblivious to him and Henrik. Casually, Roger grabbed a chair and sat down.
The illusion here felt almost real—with its elegant environnt, sumptuous food, beautiful won moving gracefully, and the lovely music flowing from a high platform in the distance.
But no matter how it was decorated, there was no hiding the fact that this was a den of debauchery!
Clearly, Henrik must have gone to great lengths to craft such a realistic Illusionary Realm.
“You spent so much effort, and this is what you ca up with?”
Roger couldn’t help but quip.
“What do you know? This place reflects decades of my experiences. I’m not exaggerating when I say that every woman you see here actually existed.”
Henrik looked smug. “For any man, this place would be paradise.”
Roger curled his lips. Although in certain gas, he had occasionally controlled Geralt to visit such places in the city… ahem…
…sit for a while.
But this? Using such a place as a trial ground—was that really appropriate?
“After experiencing killing or challenging trials, people’s minds often struggle to settle. You’ve surely gone through sothing similar.”
Henrik looked around the room. “Look around—can you think of a better place to relax than this?”
He looked greatly pleased with himself.
Roger opened his mouth, feeling as though he should be able to think of over a hundred reasons to refute Henrik, yet in the end, he had to admit there was so truth to what the guy was saying.
“Aren’t you worried that your so-called reward might turn into soone’s twisted indulgence?”
Roger considered an unsettling possibility.
Surely, so people would participate in the trials repeatedly just to pursue beauties.
“Heh.”
Henrik let out a cold chuckle.
“Of course, there’ll be people like that. Let them co—they’ll soon understand what it ans when I say the line between paradise and hell is razor-thin.”
As his voice trailed off, the won bustling around them suddenly halted. All their gazes locked onto Roger without blinking.
In that instant, the unique appearances of the nurous stunning won morphed into a singular form.
The female Night Demon.
Roger’s expression changed as he imagined the scene of a lone man confronting these Night Demons.
He pointed a finger at Henrik.
“You’re ruthless!”
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