Chapter 633 The Damsel's Grand Finale

Chapter 633 The Damsel's Grand Finale

Good food, beautiful architecture, merry music, and a heightened atmosphere, did all wonders to the senses. Woo-hoo~

There were whistles and encouragement from the crowd of 200, who were already drinking and eating their lives away. "Delicious!" The tables were filled with sumptuous dishes—roasted meats glistening under chandelier lights, fruits bursting with color and ripeness. But unbeknownst to many, there was something more sinister lurking underneath the veneer of celebration. Legs of turkeys and chicken aggressively came apart with every pull, and wine stains dampened the fine tablecloths. It was a jungle here, a many and burly place everyone felt the world needed. Smoke from cigars flooded the scene, and for a Monnet, you would think it was the 1920s or something. What made man digress to their earlier sorry state, leaving the manly periods of the 1800s and 1900s behind? Suddenly, they felt this was how society should really live. Chaos everywhere made no one guilty of crime. There were always shootouts happening, robberies in effect, rapes, drug trafficking, you name it. Taking a whiff of their cigars, some were already dressed like boss Mobs, found that the world had finally turned back to its true fate. Good... Really good...

"Hey now, Mac, send out the damsel already! We don't have all day, you know?" A staff with a tray, slightly bowed, his face showing no signs of fear. "My apologies, sir. I assure you, it won't be long." "Heh. You all better hope the show begins soon, because at the rate we're going, you won't be having more Free food to give." "Bahahahahahaha~... You guys sure are rich. But then again, aren't we the same people paying big money to see our damsel?"

"So true! Despite today being free, who in this territory doesn't know that your big Hotel only gives 1 day free, every 2 weeks?" "Tsk... I've been waiting for this opportunity for weeks now. Bring out our damsel fast!" "Damsel!"

"Damsel!"

"Damsel!"

...

The music picked up and magically soothed the rowdy audience. The academy elders were all drawn to the staff who lingered at the edges of the room, watching their fleeting figures with unsettling intensity. They must but mess things up. Then, it began—

The lights suddenly dimmed, drawing absolute silence over the crowd. Wow! Several people's jaws dropped in salivation, sitting up and leaning forward like hungry dogs. Awoooooooo~

They placed 2 fingers in their mouths, whistling, slapping the table and making one hell of a ruckus. It was as though they were injected with some addictive drug, cashing them to act like monkeys in a cage. "Damsel!" "Damsel"

"My Queen! I can rip out my heart for you!" The spotlight ahead illuminated the stage. Then appeared—a vision of a jaw dropping beauty, clad in flowing silks that shimmered like liquid moonlight. My God of Science! Many men and women in the crowd were already too hungry. What the hell was this? How can one woman be so hypnotizing? The music changed into something sensual and slow, allowing the beauty to dance and mesmerize them all. The excitement and tension in the air grow heavier with the rhythm of the music. Camilla Jones! Several academy disciples and Elders, all clenched their fists, knowing they only have one chance to take her down. Don't think they sat together. No. They chose tables positioned in a circular matter around the space. And then, underneath the tables, they went to work. Soon, they lowered their heads, blowing strange winds underneath the creations in their palms. Fhooooo~

They made very tiny papermen that moved like lightning, but were the size of an ant. ... Ant man... paper man... no... Pant men? Well, these figures moved lightning fast, fulfilling the obligations assigned to them.

For now, none of the staff seemed to notice these little men running about their territory. Good... so far, so good. Like hypnotized zombies, many watched with drooling mouths and relish. Camilla inwardly chuckled, choosing to dance off the stage and onto the tables of these hungry wolves. Hey, they saw her as a poor pitiful sheep, but who is to say who the wolf or the sheep is this early on in their story? Scanning the zone, she was taken aback when coming face to face with a beautiful group. 'Foreigners?... How interesting.' Camilla never knew foreigners from the East were so good looking. She had heard of 'glass skin's from the East, but thought it was an exaggeration. She dared to say that their beauty completely rivaled her, whose appearance was restored and granted by Lord Beelzebub. 'I wonder how they taste?'

Well, she would know soon enough, because now, it was time for the grand finale. It was time to pick her first victim for the night.

Scanning the beautiful people in the crowd, her eyes finally settle on an aloof young man with a lazy demeanor – Dorian.