Trafford’s Trading Club

Miss Nan is still walking down the stairs... She is carrying Azaches on her back at the moment.

Azaches was found in the home of a barber at the head of the village. It is estimated that he was scraped in during the war and became unconscious.

In addition to Azaches, Miss Nan was also responsible for recovering [Durand], [Lival] and the dying Mr. Jacques afterwards.

It was a wooden cart that drove them to the [Rosem Mansion] together, using all the strength of milking.

No one cared about her anyway... After Nan Xiaonan threw Azaches to the ground very directly, he planned to climb up the stairs and resist the rest.

——Workers, working spirits, and working people are all human beings. If you move bricks today, you will not be stable enough when you go to the ground.

The white-clothed youth did not speak, Bertrand was also stunned at this time...Miss Asman hid in the corner and peered silently-Miss Nan who had fallen into a certain state for a while, and finally carried everyone back.

She patted her hands, then leaned on her hands and twisted her waist, "...you are all looking at me doing what, there is something on my face?"

As he said, she turned her head, and Miss Nan quickly returned to Boss Luo's side with a well-behaved appearance.

Not only was he well-behaved, but he also lowered his head sensibly, and stood behind, like a maid who was a low-ranking maid in a big family in ancient times.

"Jacques..." The gaze of the white-clothed youth fell on Mr. Jacques, who had no more ups and downs in his chest.

Mr. Jacques seemed to be in a very serious coma.

Bertrand and Miss Asman looked at each other. They looked anxious, but at this time they did not dare to act rashly.

"He already looks like this, you..." The young man in white looked at the maid lady abruptly, "Are you going to leave it alone?"

"Sir, are you talking to me." The maid replied indifferently.

The young man in white was silent for a while before sighing softly, and then he waved his hand and shot out a holy light.

Holy light softly covered Mr. Jacques's body, not only repairing his terrifying wounds, but also beginning to restore his vitality.

Miss Assman and Bertrand were shocked again and again. They never thought that the youth in white would take care of Mr. Jacques.

I saw that the white-clothed youth had a non-stop attitude. After he had treated Mr. Jacques, he then successively waved the holy light to [Durand] and [Lival].

The alienation on the two of them was gradually eliminated in the purification of the Holy Light...In a short while, they returned to their normal appearance.

The white-clothed youth sighed at this moment and said softly: "I can't feel her breath anymore, it seems...she has been dealt with by you. Now, how should I call you...Mr. Luo's side servant."

"You Ye."

The young man in white nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you, Miss Yuya."

The maid just smiled politely.

This is impeccable etiquette... But for the white-clothed youth, this is indeed the coldest greeting.He sighed inwardly, then glanced at Bertrand.

Now that she was standing here, Bertrand didn't respond... he should understand what she meant.

"What... That witch, has been dealt with?"

Bertrand didn't know exactly what dumb riddles these people were playing, but there was one thing that he caught sensitively-that was the woman who was sealed in the underground lake.

No one answered Bertrand's words.

The white-clothed youth took a deep breath, and said calmly in a story-like tone: "A long, long time ago, there was a young girl who was on fire in Xingtai. Her heart was toward the light. At the moment of her last death, the Holy Light led him. Her. Everything about her was purified in the holy light. She became the purest soul and entered bliss...Finally, the girl became the saint of heaven."

For some reason, Bertrand's complexion suddenly changed at this time, and his emotions were extremely excited... and even roared, "You are not worthy! Mention this person!!!"

He screamed like hiss and cracked lungs, which was moving...At least, this sudden roar made Miss Nan very startled.

The maid's face was expressionless, but her eyes moved slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

The young man in white waved his hand, and Bertrand’s mouth closed instantly, making Bertrand unable to move.

The white-clothed youth then glanced at Boss Luo, and continued to slowly say: "When the girl was promoted to heaven, all the negatives that were stripped out by purification, combined with the flame, became an avenger for revenge... The Avengers have almost the same power as the girls after becoming a saint. For the kingdom of heaven at that time, there was not much danger."

"The Avengers, is the woman hiding in the underground lake." Miss Nan said nonchalantly at this time: "You suppressed her there...there is still a statue of you."

And I was blown up by my old lady-Miss Nan quietly added a word in her heart.

The white-clothed youth looked at Nan Xiaonan blankly... Miss Nan shuddered in an instant, and then moved towards Boss Luo again.

unexpectedly.

The white-clothed youth shook his head at this time, "The black-clothed man was indeed sealed by me, but she is not an avenger."

"No?" Miss Nan couldn't help but opened her mouth slightly.

The little guy who was later turned into [Mille] by the maid’s lady once passed some information to her by sticking to her head—there is a lot of information, but most of them are messy and need to be processed and understood by her... Was your IQ actually pieced together wrong?

Emmmm...it must have been too hungry at the time!

"It can be said that it is, or it can be said that it is not." The white-clothed youth seems unwilling to delve too much into this issue, "but whether it is or not, their hatred is the same."

"So these people?" Miss Nan looked at Bertrand and the others suspiciously.

Whether it's Bertrand or Mr. Jacques... even the maid of Mr. Jacques's house who is hiding in the corner now, who is more stubborn than himself, does not seem to know how simple the ordinary villagers of [Dongleimi] village are.

The white-clothed youth said calmly: "I don't know when the secrets of [Dongreimi] village were discovered. It was also from that time that there have been more people here...some people who did not originally belong here."

Listening to the words of the young man in white, Miss Asman's expression instantly became a bit ugly... Bertrand was unable to speak, and was anxious at this time.

"There is one, or some guys." The white-clothed youth said coldly: "Not only did they discover something in the underground lake, they even tried to extract something...something irreparable from the sealed thing. So they began to plan. , And even started to build a stage in the village of [Donremi]."

Having said this, the young man in white suddenly looked at Miss Nan and said, "You guys, haven't you completely walked out of [Dongleimi] village."

"Thoroughly?" Miss Nan subconsciously frowned: "[Dong Remi] What else is outside the village?"

"Nothing." The white-clothed youth said indifferently: "There is nothingness outside. As I said, this is just a stage built."

"This is a bit contradictory." Miss Nan frowned: "If there is nothingness outside, what about the Burgundian cavalry who attacked the village before, and the cavalry from the kingdom?"

"I said, they started to plan." The white-clothed youth's gaze condensed...like a real gaze, directed towards Miss Asman in the corner, "And for this, they have put in a lot of effort."

Miss Assman looked pale at this moment.

At this time, she looked like she was stripped all over, standing without a secret for people to watch carefully...wandering, helpless, and even trembling.

"You...you always know?" Miss Asman asked bitterly.

"Yes." The white-clothed youth said calmly.

"You know! You always know!" Miss Asman's voice became more and more unstable, "You know all this! But you acquiesced in all this happening... have been watching silently? Why! Why is it allowed again! Yitian In the name of Prince Bright, you must not lie!"

The young man in white took a deep look at this Miss Asman, "Because I want to see how far your plan can be...Furthermore, if you can succeed in the end, for me... As far as heaven is concerned, it is undoubtedly a very good thing. Why should I stop it? As long as you make no mistakes, there is a reason to continue."

"You?!" Miss Asman looked at the white-clothed youth in a moment of uncertainty.

Bertrand's eyes widened at this time... From the anger to the astonishment, his change was the biggest.

The white-clothed youth shook his head again: "It's just that your methods seem to be a bit illegal... You have also reached out to the [Destiny System] of the Holy Light Realm. This is something I didn't expect... It's also my carelessness. So it cannot be [Dawn Star], all its authority to control the [Destiny System] has been glass... Then, who is behind it, giving you the authority to change the [Destiny System]."

Miss Assman was already stuck in the corner of the wall at this time, making her fists... tense, tense but afraid to move, as if desperate.

"I have seen Raguire." The white-clothed youth said indifferently: "But Raguire can't find the source either... But in the same way, this can also be a good way to lock me down. The lost sinner, don't you plan to confess? "

The white-clothed youth has gods in his eyes at this time, the eyes of a real god.

Under the gaze of his gaze, Miss Asman's gaze gradually became chaotic--abruptly, the Miss Asman suddenly snorted!

At this time, she actually pierced her thigh directly with a small dagger, and through the huge pain, she let her spirit temporarily escape the state of losing her soul!

At the same time, Miss Asman was in pain, she actually put the dagger directly on the neck of the girl Jeanna... She pulled the girl who had fainted and stood in front of her, "Will you care... This is our last, and I am afraid it is also the most successful one... just a little bit, just a little bit! But she is definitely the best! Would you care!"

Bertrand was shocked at this time, unable to speak, let alone move.

"Such threats are useless to me." The white-clothed youth said indifferently: "God said, you should let go of the girl in your hand."

Suddenly, there was an invisible force that began to let Miss Asman's arm slowly loosen - she was struggling hard, but eventually the arm was completely raised.

The girl lost her support and fell to the ground all at once.

Miss Asman was shocked at this time... She gritted her teeth, and there was an unusually decisive look on her face, "F*ck-you!"

The right hand grabbed the dagger from the left, and Miss Asman actually pierced the dagger directly into her heart at this time.

Bai Yiqing snorted, stretched out his hand to scratch, and grabbed Miss Asman who was about to fall to the ground. After Miss Asman who had never thought of committing suicide was caught, her body suddenly cracked.

Miss Asman, the whole big living person, turned into a pile of dust at this time.

Silt fell from the fingertips of the white-clothed youth. He softly touched the dirt on his fingers, as if thoughtfully, "This is the dust of the sixth day..."

...

The sudden death of Miss Asman, even turned into a pile of mud, made Bertrand frowned suddenly.

"You can talk." The white-clothed youth suddenly said.

But Bertrand became silent at this time.

The white-clothed youth said calmly: "What happened just now, I won't let it happen again."

Bertrand sneered: "You don't need to imprison my time... the great archangel. Is it necessary to deal with a small person like me? I am honored! Besides, I can't suddenly change It became a pile of dirt."

"So, this woman?"

Bertrand said: "Specifically, I don’t know all about Miss Asman. But it’s okay. All I want is that she can help me and let [the saint] come back to life again... For this purpose, I will Exhaust everything I have! You are right about one thing, this is indeed not the figure of the star of dawn... But if the [saint] can come back again, even if it is a deal with the star of dawn, even if it is directly depraved, there will be How difficult! [Wings of Freedom], there will always be only one military commander!"

"Your saint." The white-clothed youth slowly sighed.

At this time, he cast his eyes on the maid lady again, and said with a bit of bitterness in his voice: "[Don Remi] You don’t care about things in the village, you can also be indifferent about Jacques...Then what about this holy angel? This will follow you Entering the kingdom of heaven, for a long time, I have always been extremely loyal to you, even if my father can't directly order it, or even for your subordinates who can directly degenerate, don't you intend to respond, Jeanne... Jeanna. "

"What are you talking about?!" Bertrand screamed suddenly, his eyes still turned to the maid beside the future uncle, Miss Yuya!

...

The maid glanced at Boss Luo and seemed to be asking.

"I am also moved by Mr. Bertrand's speech." Boss Luo smiled at this time.

The maid sighed slowly.

It was as if a veil of mystery had been lifted-in front of Bertrand's eyes.

The blonde in front of her was not just a woman with unparalleled looks and extraordinary temperament - she instantly became extremely sacred in front of his eyes, and she couldn't look straight with her eyes.

That is the true brilliance in the hearts of all the holy angels that has supported the existence of the entire [wings of freedom] legion for endless years.

"Master Saint!" Bertrand's sad voice with joy sounded in an instant.

No need to confirm, no need to confirm, the moment this light shines, the faith in his heart has already told him...this is the god in his heart.

There is no need to hesitate or panic, just follow the guidance in your heart and pray the most sincerely to this radiance.

For Bertrand at this moment, this is undoubtedly the festival with the greatest surprise-he never thought that this festival would come so suddenly.

Happiness came so suddenly!

"Bertrand, it's really been a long time since I saw you." The maid's eyes gradually softened.

Bertrand said with a choked voice: "Unexpectedly, I didn't expect to... Saintess, you fooled your subordinates so hard! Still the old style, or the old style! Hahaha!!! Labor and capital are going to the Virgin today Confession, celebrate fiercely!!"

The white-clothed youth suddenly snorted, and Bertrand’s scalp was numb... but Bertrand ignored him, as if he was so happy.

In his eyes, there is only a saint.

"Although I am also very happy to meet again this time." The maid said abruptly at this time: "But Bertrand, I seemed to have heard that you are planning to make a deal with the Star of Dawn, or even want to fall?"

Bertrand, who was so happy and mad, his face like a cry of joy instantly froze...Even the cold snort of the archangel was indifferent, and his expression suddenly became flustered.

"My Lord Saint, I...I, I..."

I'm fucking crazy, I actually forgot that the lady's heart is black!!