The sky was spinning, dizzy, bizarre, blood began to accelerate, heartbeat began to be disordered, and even breathing became rapid.

Hodden could clearly perceive the commotion between the waiters, many eyes were secretly watching, and the casual exchange of glances could not hide his excitement and excitement, as if he had finally spied into a corner of the private life of the upper class, the extravagant and dirty corner hidden under the glamorous and glamorous clothes.

Obviously, the guesses in the minds of the waiters have a lot in common.

But for Howlen, the real weirdness lies precisely here: is it "just" a fun party?

There were no secrets, no conspiracy, all his previous speculations were overturned, and there was no earth-shattering conspiracy at Mr. Harford's banquet at all, but a fun party?

At best, the waiters are part of the fun, but how did such a fun party come to such a complicated situation? What about Samuel and Holden-Harrow? What about spirit animals? What about evil gods? What about churches and nobles?

At the end of the circle, just for a fun party?

The mystery in front of him did not solve the answer, but instead derived more question marks, and the memory fragments in his mind did not help, but became more and more blurry and hazy, which made Hoden more and more vigilant.

The party has begun.

"Ah...... Ahh......hhh Ah......h

The ethereal and divine humming, without lyrics, just humming along with the melody, like the light of the Umani goddess falling on the vast land, a tune that had never been listened to before spread throughout the Arena Palace with a sense of serenity and serenity.

With only the accompaniment of the piano, without any superfluous embellishments, the rough humming is intertwined with the light sound of the piano, and the circular dome in the palace automatically creates an echo effect, which reverberates under the eaves for a long time, as if standing on the cliff, looking out at the boundless vast plains and the vast sky, and the sudden opening of the mind makes all the chaotic thoughts disappear without a trace.

"Oh...... Oooooooooo......oo Oh......"

Finely, you can catch the whispered lyrics, but the ears can't catch them clearly, as obscure as the scriptures, but the high piano melody gives those chants a unique texture, and the heart is stirring, and even the blood can't help but boil with it.

The bizarre scene makes people peel away from reality, as if they have entered an illusory image, unable to extricate themselves.

The waiters were placed in different positions in the different banquet halls, and Holden was no exception, standing quietly at the door of the banquet hall with his hands crossed in front of him, welcoming all the guests into the banquet hall, and then one after another the guests could be seen appearing.

All the guests came together, some were two, one man and one woman, some were three, two women or two men with one of the opposite sex, some were multi-person, two men with three women, one woman with four men, and all kinds of different combinations could be found.

But the details are different and can be recognized at a glance -

The guests and escorts, from the dress show the difference in position, but also identify the role of tonight's banquet, the sharp contrast makes the position of playing and being played highlighted, and the hazy tension slowly surfaces.

Obviously, Mr. Harford's dinner party did live up to its name.

Guests, neatly dressed and wearing masks.

Gentlemen dressed up in suits and leather shoes, from bow ties to scarves to pocket watches and rings, and ladies appeared in gorgeous sideburns, and beyond the masks, you can still see a full set of jewelry, necklaces, earrings, rings and bracelets, etc., showing the highest standard of treatment.

The escorts are graceful and in perfect shape.

A palm-sized piece of black silk cloth is tied around the waist to cover the front, and a mask is worn on the face, completely isolating the name and identity represented by the facial features, leaving only body language, completing the most primitive and simple communication.

Whether it is two or three people, or multiple people, the identity of the guest and the escort can be immediately distinguished from the dress alone, and the sparks from the collision of stark contrasts make the mouth dry, and faintly, Hoden can smell the elemental breath and begin to surge quietly, it should be the activation of the psionic circle.

Soon, a warm and humid smell began to fill the air, the smell of musk loomed, the sound of impact mixed with the low sound of crushing quietly diffused, the heat generated by friction and collision slowly climbed on the surface of the skin, and then the temperature in the room began to slowly rise silently, even the air began to twist and blur, a large amount of hot vapor steamed, and the scarlet carpet under his feet seemed to be ignited.

Consciousness trance!

Surprisingly, but quite reasonably, very few guests actually participate.

Most of the guests are like "Alice in Wonderland", they just break into this illusion and admire it as if they were spectators, and the booth set up by the waiters has become a real display of scenery, and the guests quietly find a place in the room and admire it from different angles, no one touches it, no one disturbs it, it is just ...... Ornamental.

A very, very small group of guests are interested in trying it out, so they can ask the waiter next to them and head to an intimate space where they can enjoy a hands-on experience, which is another treat.

Such a spectacle breeds a subtle and mysterious color, which falls lightly on the surface of the hot skin, and seems to be able to faintly feel the bubbling of hormones, and before I realize it, I can't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, trying to moisten my throat, which is so dry that it is smoking.

The spectacle, indeed, is a spectacle, but for Holden, it is not attractive, because according to the development of the banquet in front of him, there is nothing at all, and, more importantly, the waiter is not the goods they imagined, and the waiter is completely faithful to the work of leading and supervising at this time, and does not participate in it at all, then there is no possibility that the waiter will be forced, at least not yet.

So, how exactly did Samuel and Hoden Hello put themselves in danger?

The only explanation is that there are still secrets hidden in the private VIP rooms that a small number of guests go to?

But even so, there is no reasonable explanation for the aristocracy, spirit animals, churches, evil gods, and so on.

Hauden quietly turned away, not deliberately hiding himself, but calmly navigating the different banquet halls as a waiter, as if he were watching the guests for help with anything, dutifully completing his work.

Probe, begin.