The plan was implemented smoothly because no one cared about the guests' activities after the dinner started. Many people walked around the hall, talking in low voices from time to time.
Claire pretended to have just returned from the bathroom and entered the main hall. She froze when she saw the scene inside.
Gentlemen and ladies wearing masks could be seen everywhere. The dining table, which had just been cleaned during the day, was already filled with silver plates piled with large chunks of meat oozing with honey.
People were either drinking from their glasses or gathering in groups of two or three to talk quietly. From time to time, you could hear a burst of cheerful laughter.
Hitzfeld guessed that it was probably a deal.
She didn't know what Claire was thinking, and her consciousness gradually approached a man as the main perspective.
The other person was very young. Although he was wearing a mask, one could tell from his neck and ears that he was no more than thirty years old.
Perhaps Claire thought that such a person would be easier to communicate with, so she gently leaned over and reached out her hand to him.
"Sir, I would like to exchange advanced knowledge about the branch of 'human desire'..."
But before she could finish her words, or even attract the other person's attention, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and pulled her into his arms.
"You are crazy!"
Both Claire and Hitzfeld heard a muffled voice coming from above.
"You come to this kind of party without awakening your spirit. Do you think you are too old?"
Who is this?
Moving his eyes upwards and following his gaze, Hitzfeld could vaguely tell from the other person's figure and voice... this was a tall woman.
Black dress, black hat and black mask...
He looked good, and if it weren't for his voice, she would almost have thought he was a gentleman.
"The Farehams are all fucking ghouls!"
The woman cursed under her breath.
"Any mortal who dares to break in will only be treated as blood food by them... I am so unlucky to have encountered such a thing!"
The vision is trembling.
Well……
Compared with the information he obtained, what Hitzfeld was more concerned about was that it turned out that Miss William also knew fear.
"From now on you are not allowed to leave my side."
The woman gave orders in a domineering manner.
"With any luck..."
"I hope the 'Coven' still has some dignity."
I slept...
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Chapter 47 The First Transaction
After trembling for a while, Claire finally regained consciousness.
A trace of doubt appeared on her face under the white mask. She stared at the woman who was at least a head taller than her. "Unless you can prove that what you said is true... I can't believe you."
What she was thinking was - since the Felum family are all zombies, then the possibility that other people are zombies is not low, right?
Isn't this a common pattern in ghost stories? Someone the protagonist meets tells her that someone is a ghost, and then the person who was identified as the ghost quietly tells her that the other person is the ghost.
After all, she and the other person had never met or known each other, and they even wore masks to each other. Even if the other person did not lie, why would a stranger come to care about her?
"You must be asking, if the Farehams are really ghouls, why have they never attacked you?"
The woman in the black mask grinned, and the half of her face that was exposed was full of sarcasm: "Think about it, you have the highest power and wealth in the world, and you can enjoy the best food every day. Would you still expect the cooking skills of a peasant woman?"
She compared us to the "craft of a peasant woman"?
Claire was shocked and angry.
"This is not an exaggeration." Black Mask shook his head, stretched out his hand to hug her tighter, pretending that the two of them came together, "Although I don't know how they usually treat you, but I guess you have been awakened by the professor?"
"..." Claire didn't say anything, but the woman was sure that her guess was correct from her shrinking pupils.
"Great." She continued to shake her head as she spoke. "Poor kid, have you ever wondered where all those awakened spirits have gone?"
When she said that, Claire's heart was moved.
Indeed, I have been here for some time, but whether it is what I have seen with my own eyes or what the servants have heard, there has been no unified statement about where all those who have awakened their "spirits" and crossed the door to the supernatural have gone.
Some say that they were restored to freedom and released, while others say that their contracts were changed and their employment relationships were transformed. However, no matter how diverse the statements are, they ultimately describe them as "very lucky" and "can gain huge benefits from this."
Claire had heard maid Lisa complain about those people more than once. Lisa firmly believed that those awakened ones were promoted by the Felum family to do things. She was angry that those people never thought of coming back to visit.
"Those lucky ones." She could almost hear Lysa complaining to her at the time. "I once helped one... but after she succeeded, she just disappeared from daytime life. I guess she must have crossed the class and was allowed to attend the dinner. How enviable!"
She had reassured her that he might just be a guard at the party or something, but Lisa was still envious.
"You know what, Claire? The gap between mortals and extraordinary beings is far greater than you can imagine." Maid Lisa's words echoed in her ears, "That is mysterious... Only they are qualified to pursue the source of mystery. Those who obtain it can sublimate their own life essence. They can't even be said to be the same species... Extraordinary beings can kill a bunch of mortals with ease!"
It was quite exaggerated, but I didn’t take it seriously at the time.
Because Claire felt that the extraordinary people would not attack mortals for no reason. The extraordinary people pursue mystery, and mortals do not possess mystery, so they are of no value to them.
The stable situation of society also proves that her idea is correct. Perhaps those supernatural associations and secret families like Fulham have signed agreements with current politicians. They are not destroyers of order, but protectors.
But she did - she just didn't think in that direction.
No one has ever thought about whether the servants who awakened their spirits, ascended to higher levels, and disappeared from daytime life might be because they were eaten.
Thinking about the contrast between Black Mask's "delicacies and mundane craftsmanship", Claire narrowed her eyes and asked, "Is it because they have awakened their spirits?"
"Awakening the spirit will give life a sublimation." Black Mask did not answer her directly. "It is true that ghouls can eat the flesh of mortals, but if they have a way to keep a group of mortals in captivity and teach them to upgrade to extraordinary - if they can steadily harvest the flesh and blood of extraordinary people in this way, then if it were me, I would not want to go back to the past even though I am used to eating good things."
The statement was so rude and straightforward that Claire felt a little at a loss.
She glanced at the silver plates on the table, saw the meat on them, and thought of the meat the servants were given every night, so she couldn't help but reach out to cover her mouth.
"Those are not human flesh. After all, not all members of the party are from the 'Human Desire' faction, and not all of them like to eat humans." Black Mask's words made her feel better.
But the other party quickly changed the subject: "But I don't know whether you usually eat it or not."
Claire couldn't bear it any longer. She pushed Black Mask away, ran to the corner of the hall, found a trash can, and vomited acid into it.
After all, she had already scraped out and vomited out her dinner, so she had nothing to vomit except sour water.
Just as she was recovering a little, she heard footsteps behind her.
She thought it was Black Mask, so she wiped the corner of her mouth and turned around quickly, wanting to ask who the other person was.
After all, since she knew these things, she just assumed that what she said was right, but she still didn't understand why the other party helped her.
However, she guessed wrong. The person who came was not the Black Mask. The woman was walking towards here quickly, but her entire figure was blocked by a tall figure.
"The lost lamb." She heard a magnetic male voice, looked up, and saw a familiar half-face mask.
This mask and the style of clothing... Is this the guy I was planning to chat up in the first place?
She took a step back warily, and saw that the other person sniffed the air where she had lingered before, with an intoxicated look on the lower half of his face.
"Somewhat corrupt... but it doesn't cover up the fresh breath. You must be a mortal, which means you are not qualified to attend this banquet."
"I……"
"This area is all the territory of the Fareham family. The servants and guards live around it and almost surround it. Logically, none of those mortals on vacation can touch the castle, so you must not have come from outside."
Claire's pupils contracted again.
She didn't expect that her identity would be revealed so easily!
"You are one of the servants." The man's next words made her heart sink. "You have noticed something... You avoided dinner and broke in here like an ignorant lamb, wanting to make friends, but you don't know how dangerous this place is for you..."
"If the members of the Fareham family find out, wow~ they will definitely be happy to have an extra dish on the banquet tonight, a delicacy stained with fresh fear..."
"..." Claire was so scared that she couldn't speak. She was forced to retreat continuously by the man and was already leaning against the wall.
The other person came up to her directly and whispered in her ear: "But I can save you."
what did he say?
"As long as you are my female companion tonight, I can not only exempt you from the punishment you deserve, but also fulfill your wish."
"Do you still remember your wish? Think back to why you are so eager to achieve extraordinary success..."
"I……"
"Sorry, I think that's my girl companion!"
A deep female voice interrupted, and Claire saw the man being pushed away, and the man in black mask came forward and hugged her in a demonstrative manner.
"I don't care what you asked her. This is my female companion. I brought her up from the mountain."
"Sista." The man called out in a low voice.
"You know this lie is easy to expose. Just count the number of servants tomorrow—"
"Even if it was true, I would have taken her away by then."
"But her contract is still in Fareham's hands. She belongs to Farrell House, body and soul!"
"She can stay away from this land for the rest of her life. No one has stipulated that she must follow the path of 'human desire'!"
The two men were confronting and wrestling, and Claire didn't dare to breathe.
She could tell that this was deciding her fate.
"...Okay." Finally the man gave in.
"It is against the rules to bring a mortal to the party. You will have to pay a fine... at least fifty thousand pounds worth."
Black Mask reached into his arms.
She paused halfway through, took off the black leather gloves on her hands and threw them over.
The man took it, examined it, and his expression darkened.
"Are you provoking me?"
"Gloves made from the skin of a fourth-level ghoul, with the two functions of 'resisting pollution' and 'detecting toxins'. Fifty thousand pounds is more than enough."
Black Mask curled his lips: "Just tell me whether you want it or not."
"I don't know when the witches became so generous that they were willing to spend a huge sum of money to buy a mortal..."
"That's not your concern."
"That's right." The man handed the gloves to a waiter passing by and whispered a few words to him.
"Well, I wish you two a happy time in advance."
He bowed towards this side, and in just a blink of an eye, Claire saw the other person disappear from sight.
Chapter 48: Worldly Secrets 1
"All right."
Even Hitzfeld, who was using a fake perspective, could see that Black Mask was truly relieved.
"He has told the others that no one from the host family should be keeping an eye on you. For the time being, your appearance is permitted."
"What do you mean?" Claire was a little confused.
"Don't you understand?" Black Mask frowned, "Is it possible for an outsider to have the right to decide these matters?"
In other words, the person just now was... a member of the Felum family?
Claire was horrified by the possibility.
"It's not a possibility, it's a certainty." Hei Jia was speechless at her slowness. "His name is Darken Felum, the most dazzling supernova in the Felum main branch. He has reached the third level at a young age. If you had agreed to him just now, you would have been finished!"
Claire seemed to be frightened and stared into space, unable to speak.
"How else can you say I'm unlucky..." Black Mask couldn't help but raise his hand to support his forehead, "Only I would do such a stupid thing. Remember, stupid girl, from now on you owe me 50,000 pounds!"
"...But I'm just a mortal." After thinking for a while, Claire tried to organize her words, "If I could get 50,000 pounds, I wouldn't sell myself in at all."
"So?" Black Mask raised his voice.
