Trafford’s Trading Club

The moment I opened the lobby window of [Mansion Rose], when I saw the bright lights of [Freedom City] again at night, Miss Nan stretched her waist.

She still prefers the night breeze of this modern civilization.

She immediately turned around... The venue has moved from the dim basement to the lobby of the [Mansion].

Assaches, Klily, and Mr. Jacques have been placed in the upstairs room. As for Ludick and the male assistant, they were also found in the room upstairs. It was earlier that Jacques asked Bertrand to send them. Coming.

As for the city lord Durand and Lival who were purified by the white youth, they were sent upstairs to rest.

This trip to the village of [Dongremi] seems to have ended-at least, on the surface.

Miss Nan leaned against the window and quietly looked at the few people sitting in the hall.

Her boss, the maid...and the young man in white and Bertrand.

Finally, there is a girl from the village of [Dongremi], Jeanna... she did not wake up.

——However, I did not expect Miss Yuya to be a saint of heaven...

——Speaking like this, isn’t that [saint] from [Free City]?

Miss Nan felt that her [Nan Xiaonan's Light Mature Case Book] was about to start serializing again.

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"You mean... assassination?" The maid's voice slowly sounded.

By the way, Bertrand was not sitting, he was kneeling on the ground in the city, with his hands on his knees, and his head lowered—a serious apology.

This is what he learned from a believer from the East, and he heard that this way he can better express his apology-I heard that it is better to show his chest, and the effect of women is better. It is really strange etiquette.

"Yes, assassination." Bertrand nodded at this time, and said with a solemn expression: "I never know when, [Freedom Wings] there has been such a rumor in the army that the true saint has been killed. The assassination of the high level of heaven."

The maid did not speak, while the young man in white frowned slightly... Boss Luo asked curiously: "Mr. Bertrand, have you checked this rumor?"

"No." Bertrand replied subconsciously—he was a little afraid to look at the future uncle—from the attitude of the saint towards the future uncle—but he didn't dare to ask without permission, and he didn't dare to be impulsive.

Just kidding, the Lord Saint is here, she doesn't nod her head, the whole Saint Angels in [Freedom Wings] dare not move...because no one wants to be hung up and smoked in tears.

Although there are too many questions about the identity of the future uncle in his heart, Bertrand said as calmly as possible at this moment: "It should be said that there is no real investigation... We, we just found many strange places."

The maid said calmly: "What a strange place."

Bertrand said directly: "For example, the Lady Saint hasn't appeared in [Wings of Freedom] for a long time, and has never even called me to wait."

The maid said blankly: "It is not strange that [the saint] has been sitting in [Freedom City] for a long time. As for the [wings of freedom] army...you are not children, and you don't need the care of adults. "

"That's right." Bertrand shook his head: "But the Saintess still has a lot of research projects closed in the Legion's facilities, with the Saintess's flamboyant...striving for perfect personality, how? Maybe the research on general projects has been put on hold? This is very strange in itself."

"4, 78." The maid said a few numbers abruptly.

Bertrand's face suddenly changed slightly, and immediately said with a bitter face: "My mouth is cheap...I just confessed. After so many years, we can't control our mouth, saint you don't know."

Others don't know what these numbers are, but the holy angels of the [Freedom Wings] army are reciting them one by one-this is the military rules set by the [Freedom Wings] army master, also known as [Sage's notebook].

The meaning of [4, 78] is the fourth major rule, Article 78.

"I am not a saint." The maid said calmly.

Bertrand rolled his eyes directly, as if your old man was happy.

The maid said in deep thought, "Even if the research is shelved, it is not enough to be used as evidence of secrets."

"We think so too." Bertrand nodded heavily: "So our group of people sat up and summed up. We decided to get involved in [Free City] to find out. According to our investigations over the years, we found The saint... discovered that the [sage] has always been simple, and its personality seems to have changed a lot. [The Wings of Freedom] later sent a letter privately to the [sage] for military reasons, but every request for an audience was sent back. Up."

"What else?" The maid asked calmly: "How did you participate in the incident in [Dongremi] village?"

Bertrand subconsciously glanced at the white-clothed youth on the side, "During the last investigation, I walked into the [Freedom City] as a clone. I originally planned to find someone to enter the [Sage] in another way. ] The residence was investigated secretly. But at this time, Miss Asman found me."

"How did she know you?" The maid frowned.

"I don't know." Bertrand shook his head and said helplessly: "She gave me several conditions, including the requirement that she cannot be asked about her origin... As for the content of the transaction, she will help me find Saintess."

"You agreed." The maid looked at Bertrand.

"Of course I promised." Bertrand's eyes didn't dodge, "There is nothing more important than finding the saint. I can agree to any conditions."

The maid closed her eyes and sighed, and suddenly said: "Impulsive...5,12."

"Good!" Bertrand nodded directly, "In addition, I voluntarily added 6, 21."

"No need." The maid shook her head, and then said again: "Later you entered the village, what did you experience?"

Bertrand said: “After I agreed to Miss Asman’s request, she led me into the village of [Dongremi]. The moment I walked into the village, I realized that this place is unusual. Yes. Miss Asman told me that the [Dragon Witch] was sealed in the underground lake... It was the handwriting of the archangel. I have been to the underground lake and confirmed that it is indeed the breath of a saint, but Very hateful, polluted and full of hatred. Later, Miss Asman told me what she wanted to do."

"She?" The maid looked at the girl who was placed on the sofa.

"Miss she...no, this Jeanna was extracted from here." Bertrand sighed and said: "The longer I have been in contact with Miss Asman, the suspicion of the Saint [Free City] in my heart The heavier... until one day, when my voice of prayer tells me that it can no longer be reached, I am sure that the [sage] in [Free City] is fake!"

"We will talk about the fake saint separately." The maid said directly: "Tell me about her."

Bertrand said: "This Miss Jeanna was created with the thoughts of Mr. Jacques... We placed the creation in the village of [Dongremi] and cultivated it in order to allow her to absorb [ The breath of the saint of the Dragon Witch."

"Finally, let her transform and have the same characteristics as the saint, right." The maid suddenly sneered: "Stupid."

Bertrand smiled bitterly: "I know this approach may be a kind of blasphemy for Lord Saintess... It's just that at that time, we all thought Lord Saintess had indeed been assassinated, and the Kingdom of Heaven tried to cover up all this, even Don’t hesitate to replace you with a fake [saint]. [Wings of Freedom], you can’t lose its saint...Miss Jeanna, she will go through everything the saint has experienced, and she will also become a new saint ."

Looking at the expressionless lady maid, Bertrand said nervously: "After I go back, I will experience all the military regulations once...Who would let me not know, saint you were not assassinated at all, just one did not show up. That's it, I am confused."

"I said that you are stupid, not that you have this kind of thinking." The maid said coldly: "It is your approach, which is not thorough enough. Why do you want to go around such a big circle to create a thoughtful aggregate, and let her From walking the old path... In this way, a so-called new saint is created step by step? Obviously there are ready-made substitutes that are not needed, and we have to keep away from the near."

"Huh?" Bertrand was startled.

The maid rubbed her eyebrows and said: "[Dragon Witch] itself is a ready-made container. She is more suitable than the so-called thinking body. Rather than avoiding the thinking body all the time in the process of creating a new saint. For the variables that appear, it’s better to directly use the [Dragon Witch] as a container to inject your thoughts, so that the mind body forms directly on [Dragon Witch]. You don’t even need to water the mind body to bathe [ The breath of the Dragon Witch grows! The mind body born in the [Dragon Witch] can directly inherit everything, and all you need to do is to think about how to purify the resentment in the [Dragon Witch] heart. Efficiency, understand ."

"Ah? Oh...I understand, I understand!" Bertrand nodded subconsciously, and immediately said anxiously: "I understand the truth... but this is discussing the issue of creating a new saint... You say that, Is it really okay?"

This is about the question of recreating a brand new you, is it good? Don't look like a scientific madman, don't care about it at all, or even efficiency... This is terrifying!

"Everything in the kingdom of heaven has nothing to do with me, and what you are going to do has nothing to do with me." The maid said casually: "But this kind of inefficient action really shames time."

Bertrand squinted.

——It has nothing to do with you. You still use military regulations to punish me... It has nothing to do with you. You have asked so many things to do. It has been so many years, can you speak well!

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Mr. Bertrand is still sitting on the ground on his knees, anyway, he does not intend to show his chest... There is nothing good to show it?

"However, since the saint...Miss Yuya, you have already returned, there is no need to continue the plan of [Dongremi] Village." Bertrand breathed a sigh of relief at this time: "Actually, I have been I am worried that even the new saint finally born, I don’t know whether the [wings of freedom] army can accept it."

This also means that this [Dongremi] project is a private action between Bertrand and Miss Asman...or Miss Asma, and he even concealed the [wings of freedom] legion.

The maid lady was noncommittal, but suddenly asked: "Where is Jacques Duck?"

"This is the sub-world that I'm most suitable for, privately." Bertrand swallowed at this time, lowered his head and said: "I told the master the original thing... he agreed. So he agreed to help us. Because, in his original sub-world, his daughter Jeanna did not live to meet the miracle, and died of illness. He missed his daughter...you too I know that since you have completed the unity of all dimensions, you will no longer exist in all the sub-worlds, leaving only legends. In other words, this is the only way for the master to see his daughter again... …"

"Good job." The maid exclaimed abruptly.

Bertrand was immediately confused.

I only heard the lady maid say indifferently: "Only such an individual with desire can give birth to a stronger yearning...You are qualified in terms of creating a thinking body."

-Ma's!

——I heard it right!

——This woman actually praised labor and capital?

——I'm not dreaming!

"After this incident, you can send him back to the original world." The maid said abruptly: "Since you have lost someone's daughter, you can simply compensate someone for a son. This is fair."

——When did I lose... Fuck?!

——I'm still too naive!

"something wrong?"

"No...no problem." Bertrand had no choice but to say with a bitter face: "It's fair, and Anubis's Libra is not so fair!"

——Being a son is a son. It’s better to be on a business trip to the lower realms for decades...Anyway, in terms of the average life expectancy of that era, life is relatively short.

"Alright." The maid sighed at this moment, "The matter is over, from now on...Mr. Bertrand, I don't know you anymore."

Bertrand suddenly said anxiously: "My Lord Saint, how can this be? [Freedom Wings] What will happen next? Without your [Freedom Wings], there is no soul at all!"

The maid said with a polite smile at this time: "On this question, Mr. Bertrand, I can suggest that you create a new saint again. Or, this shop also has similar services, if you don’t mind, I can introduce some solutions for you... Seeing that you received the host in the village, I will ask the host to give you a 12% discount."

"..." Bertrand seemed to want to say something.

But at this moment, the silent young man in white suddenly said, "You are like this, even if it is done."

The maid glanced at the white-clothed youth indifferently, "Your Excellency the archangel thought."

The white-clothed youth groaned: "Among the whole thing, the weirdest Asman, don’t you care... Judging from Bertrand’s rhetoric, the assassination rumors are likely to be spread by Asman behind him. The purpose is to lure [Freedom Wings]’s attention... Assman’s purpose in doing this is simply to create a new saint, or has other intentions? This person can even exercise the authority of the [Destiny System]... …"

"Your Excellency the Archangel." The maid suddenly interrupted.

The young man in white looked startled.

The maid said indifferently: "What do you say has anything to do with me."

"Then why..." The white-clothed youth didn't say everything.

Suddenly, the entire [Free City] shook.

In the night sky, the ultimate brilliance appeared instantaneously, and at the same time, the entire [City of Freedom] sounded a huge cry.

lament.

"Look at it! The statue of the saint!" Miss Nan at the window exclaimed: "Miss Yuya, your statue has collapsed!"

In the distance, the huge statue on Liberty Square collapsed at this moment. The huge head of the statue was falling from the mid-air...The young man in white immediately stood up and frowned: "This is... [Holy Fall] ?"