Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 989 - 722: "Get Auntie a Cup of..._2
Chapter 989: Chapter 722: "Get Auntie a Cup of..._2
And Roger also noticed that Biska, busy in the distance, was watching the two of them, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Miss Vera, I want to be alone for a while."
After a brief conversation, Roger suddenly spoke, and the woman’s expression changed slightly.
With her beauty, figure, and distinguished status,
she would become the absolute center of attention at any banquet. She was used to the pretenses of those refined nobles.
But no one had ever rejected her so bluntly and disrespectfully as Roger did.
What puzzled her even more was why, after drinking that glass of wine, the man in front of her showed no reaction.
Her face changed several times, but Vera quickly composed herself, "The environment here is indeed very special, it easily relaxes people and makes them feel calm without realizing it..."
Vera tried hard to give herself an out. Although their conversation wouldn’t be overheard by others in the distance, her pride wouldn’t allow her to be trampled by a fallen nobleman.
"Sigh..."
Roger let out a long breath, suddenly stood up, and then found a secluded corner to sit down again.
"You..."
In astonishment, Vera clenched her fists, feeling as if she had been insulted. But moments later, seeing the man in the distance still acting normal, she could only stand up angrily and return to Biska’s small circle.
"Hey, brother!"
Shortly after Vera left, a familiar figure sat down opposite Roger.
"That’s Vera, tsk tsk, she’s the fantasy of countless young nobles, and there are even rumors that some older great nobles have had thoughts about her."
Joseph deliberately emphasized the word "older."
"You actually rejected her?"
"If this is a tactic, then I can only say, brother, you’re playing with fire."
"Even a little ambiguity with her would be great."
Joseph’s face was filled with longing.
"It seems some matters not only entertain your life but even surpass your love of money."
Roger placed the wine glass Joseph handed him aside and spoke leisurely.
"It’s different, it’s different." Joseph shook his head. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and an idea popped into his mind, "What if I bet with others that I could spend a night with Vera... tsk tsk, what do you think the odds would be?"
"Forget it, forget it, I must be crazy," Joseph suddenly mocked himself, "There’s absolutely no chance of success. No one would bet against me."
Just then, a loud commotion suddenly arose from afar.
Joseph turned around, seeing a burly young man at the forest edge, carrying an animal with green fur that looked like a leopard, walking out from within.
"It’s Fal!"
"My God, this guy actually killed a Vine Leopard on his own!"
"Baron Greenburg was careless to let such a terrifying creature appear near his territory... No wait!" Joseph suddenly came to his senses.
"Maybe it was specifically prepared for this hunt," he muttered to himself, seeing the noble ladies in the scene shout without restraint, revealing deep envy in his eyes.
When everyone’s attention was completely drawn by Fal’s prowess and the Vine Leopard he had hunted, no one noticed Roger pouring the drink in front of him onto the ground.
Then placing the empty glass to his lips.
When his arm fell, the empty glass was once again filled with liquid.
With control over his body, Roger could have found a chance to spit out the wine he drank, but thinking of the bet Joseph just mentioned, an idea suddenly formed in his mind.
"Perhaps only someone like Fal could win Vera’s favor."
Joseph spoke with a hint of bitterness.
"That’s not necessarily true."
Roger spoke.
"I’m willing to bet, I have a way to get Vera to accept your invitation, hmm... if you’re lucky enough, maybe even further."
"Further?"
Joseph looked longingly, drawn in by Roger’s simple words.
"To where... uh... no, it’s impossible, what way do you have?"
Joseph suddenly snapped out of it, "Forget it, you can’t even handle your own issues."
"You don’t believe me?"
Roger smiled, pushing the wine glass in front of him towards Joseph, "Go invite her for a drink, do as I say, and you’ll know if it’s true or not."
In the high-society parties of the kingdom, sometimes offering a drink to the opposite sex represents a special invitation. Although it doesn’t necessarily mean a straightforward embrace, it is at least a signal.
A signal that the other party acknowledges you and is willing to interact, and then continue the conversation.
Therefore, the more dazzling a woman is in these social gatherings, the more reserved she will be, carefully accepting the glasses of wine handed by men.
Ordinary men also wouldn’t dare to act rashly.
Roger appeared confident, whereas Joseph seemed somewhat hesitant.
At this moment, amid everyone’s cheers, the tall Fal simply wiped the blood off himself, a badge of his battle.
He smiled confidently and approached Vera with a drink in hand.
"The beautiful Miss Vera, didn’t you just say that you wanted a soft fur coat?"
Fal straightened his chest and smoothly presented a drink in front of Vera, "The fur from the Vine Leopard’s belly is the softest, it might not be enough for a coat, but it should suffice for a short jacket or a scarf."
Radiating masculine charm and the aura of victory, he sounded the horn for an offensive.
Vera smiled, under different circumstances, she wouldn’t mind having a fling with such a tall and strong Fal for a moment of joy.
However, right now, after experiencing Roger’s ruthless rejection, overflowing with negative emotions, she found herself somewhat repulsed by the meaningful look in Fal’s eyes.
"It seems no one today can surpass Mr. Fal’s bravery in this hunt, but I think before facing Mr. Deross’s guidance later, you should clean up the bloodstains on your body."
She feigned discomfort, stepped back half a step, and lightly patted her elevated chest.
"I’m sorry, this isn’t aimed at you, but I’m a bit sensitive to the smell of blood."
Fal’s movements froze in place, fortunately, a companion took the opportunity to pull him aside, resolving the unspoken awkwardness.
Even Fal, the winner of this hunt, was rejected by Vera, so other men with ulterior motives naturally hesitated to approach, creating a clear "vacuum" zone around Vera.
But just then, someone picked up a glass and walked directly over to Vera.
"Is it Joseph?"
"What’s this guy up to?"
"Even Fal failed, surely he doesn’t intend to..."
"Tsk tsk, everyone loves a beautiful woman, but certain things can’t be achieved just by wishing for them."
The crowd murmured quietly.
"I heard Joseph loves to gamble, should we place a bet on whether Vera will politely decline him or pour the drink in his face?"
The crowd laughed, but no one had high hopes for Joseph’s next move.
If Fal’s invitation was brave, then Joseph’s actions were foolish.
With his heart pounding and surrounded by whispers, as he passed by a small circle of people, Joseph suddenly slowed his steps and quickly chimed in.
"Count me in, I’m betting on myself!"
"Haha, betting on what?"
Someone chuckled lightly.
"Of course, to spend a wonderful evening together!"
He said and then went straight to Vera without looking back.
After a moment of silence, repressed laughter erupted among the crowd gathered in the small circle.
"He’ll lose his pants!"
"If all of us here join this bet, it wouldn’t take long to witness the fastest bankruptcy in history."
Meanwhile, even before Joseph could get close, Vera impatiently waved her hand.
"Sorry, Mr. Joseph, I drank too much just now, I’m a bit dizzy, can I get some fresh air?"
No matter how much she disliked it, Vera still tried hard to maintain her persona.
Joseph’s movements froze, but the next moment, he bravely offered the drink in his hand, stepped forward, and softly spoke.
"Do you know what just happened to Roger?"
Vera’s pupils dilated instantly, staring blankly at Joseph.
At this moment, as the scent of wine filled her nostrils, she inexplicably accepted the drink Joseph handed her.
Joseph restrained the excitement in his heart.
Clink.
The wine glass clinked lightly, and he tossed back a large mouthful of red wine.
Watching Vera mimic his actions, his confidence soared as he extended an invitation.
"It’s a bit noisy here, let’s go somewhere else to chat."
A slight blush appeared on her face, and Vera nodded lightly, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded onlookers.
Meanwhile, Roger gently tapped on the table.
Hmm... there’s likely a good show coming up next.
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