Trafford’s Trading Club

Even though he was squeezed to the ground by pedestrians on the street, the young man in white did not panic too much.

As the purveyor of holy light, the commander of the Kingdom of Heaven's conquest of all worlds, ......, who had countless legends to his name, he himself had seen too many storms.

The first time I was in the room was when I was in the room.

"Illusion, or ......?"

Analyzing, feeling, even the flow in the air, he did not let go.

However, this instinctive clear perception of the surrounding environment was now incomparably dull. The white-clothed young man frowned, in his feeling today, it was as if he had been covered with a thick layer of film, cut off from the whole world.

Pedestrians on the street were still there, the voices of people were still boisterous, and people were coming and going, but he had been standing in the same place for a long time.

"Supreme Directive ......"

The power of the Holy Light Kingdom, which has been activated countless times, is also unresponsive. ...... After several attempts, the young man in white has stopped his meaningless actions.

He remained calm.

He was instinctively disbelieving that he had been deprived of everything, and that it was that fleeting deprivation.

"The legend disappears?" The white-clothed youth intoned, "My legend will not disappear ...... Even if there is only one child who knows of my existence, I will return."

He slowly panted, and looked towards the saint's dwelling in the high place within the [City of Freedom], and subconsciously, the white-clothed youth moved his mind.

Then he didn't turn into light and go away as usual, he still remained in the same place ...... The white-clothed youth frowned.

He was silent.

After the silence, he chose to ...... walk.

Don't panic yet!

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In the large, humble house, the crowd was gathered.

Dinner was ready, and the children were seated orderly at a large table under the direction of Sister Céline.

"Tonight, we have two guests here ......."

Sister Sallyne was introducing the children to the visitors to the orphanage-there were more children here than one would expect, thirteen different children in addition to Cori and Diona, whom she had already met.

The oldest of them was about 14 or 15 years old, and the youngest was probably not more than five.

"Let us give thanks for tonight's dinner." With this, the nun concluded, and began to pray with folded hands in the beginning.

Watching the children praying before the food with great concentration, the maid lady leaned toward Boss Luo and whispered: "Master, just now your life, there was a very rapid decline ......".

Boss L.A. knew there was no way to hide this - and he certainly had no intention of hiding it.

Therefore, as the maid lady who could manage part of his time, it was easy to notice.

"I bought something a little more expensive." Boss Luo then smiled slightly and said casually, "And, it's not up to the alarm line yet."

The maidservant lady showed a puzzled look for a moment, but quickly resumed her admission ...... Although the master's time evaporated a bit too much, it was not yet an extreme operation, and indeed, as the master said, it was still at a safe level.

The only truly extreme operation is the one where the owner reverses time with the previous shopkeeper in the past [meeting].

Only, the things that require the owner's time to drop to this level ...... are apparently not random either.

While contemplating, under the table, Boss Luo quietly grabbed the maid lady's palm, only to see Boss Luo winked at this time and smiled, "It is disrespectful to the owner's family to wander off while eating, oh."

"Disrespectful." The maid lady nodded a little.

By this time, the nun and the children had finished the prayer before the meal ...... So, under the expectant eyes of the children, Mr. Azaccheus picked up a spoon and tapped it on the cup, smiled and said: "You may begin, children."

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"Stop! This place is closed to the public!"

In front of the door of the saint's dwelling, the gate guard's bright voice rang in the white youth's ears ...... The white youth frowned.

He is accustomed to the freedom to come and go within the country of holy light, he did not adapt for a moment.

It's just that he did lose the ability to manifest the holy light ...... mortals, not only to look directly at him, but even to touch him easily.

Faced with the gatekeeper's obstruction, the young man in white said calmly, "I am looking for someone. Please inform Graebe that Meall wishes to see her.

"Meir?" The doorman was subconsciously startled.

Seeing the doorman's demeanor at this moment, the young man in white was moved, "Have you ever heard of my name."

But the doorman shook his head, "No. ...... However, you asked to see the Angelic Lord Glauber?"

The young man in white nodded calmly.

"You wait a moment." The doorman said quickly.

This was due to the general goodness of the relationship between humans in the Kingdom of Holy Light - especially those who worked in places like the holy places of the saints' dwellings, where their virtues were naturally more noble.

They will not make things difficult for anyone, and will even try to respond to reasonable requests from visitors.

The white-clothed young man waited patiently for a moment, and the doorman who went to inform him soon returned, and he was not the only one ...... who also came slowly with a woman who looked as beautiful as the moon in the night.

This woman was the Angelus Grabe.

In front of the door of the saint's residence, the white-clothed young man was standing with his hands in the air, and his own demeanor was extraordinary ...... Seeing the appearance of the Angel of Grapevine, the white-clothed young man seemed to have a touch of relaxation on his face.

"Lord Angel, this is the one who said he asked to see you." The doorman now said quickly.

After a brief glance at the young man in white in front of the door, Angel Clarabelle nodded. She waved her hand, "I see, I'll take care of it, return to your post, dedicated sir."

It was a matter of honor to receive the angel's appreciation. ...... The doorman looked slightly agitated, obviously not in a calm mood all of a sudden.

The Angel of Grabe ignored this, she just slowly walked up to the young man in white and said calmly: "Is it you, looking for me?"

The white-clothed youth subconsciously sensed that something was wrong, and that something was immediately transformed into unease.

"Who are you and why do you know of my existence?" I heard the angel Clarabelle's eyes torch like, "The doorman who informed us that you call yourself Meir?"

"You..." the young man in white was silent for half a moment, his throat suddenly dry, "never heard of it."

The Angel of Grabe shook his head and said calmly, "I will not forget any of the names I have heard, but it is true that I have never heard the name ...... Whoever you are, since you know that I am here, it means that things will not be easy. Explain where you're coming from, strange one."

"I am ......," the young man in white suddenly took a step forward.

"Stop!" In the next moment, the Angel of Glauber had already spoken in a low voice.

At the same time, an invisible force turned into a wall, blocking the white youth's steps - for the first time in his life, he was stopped in his tracks by such a fragile force.

However, knowing that it was only a weak holy power, but to the white-clothed youth, it was like a fierce beast in the way ...... He was momentarily stunned in place, his brain blank.

That kind of all the way over, forward calm down, all the doubts, uneasiness, not even want to admit their own fears, just at this time a concentrated explosion!

It was as if a terrible opening had been torn open in the depths of his soul, and all his anxieties, all his fears, rushed out in an instant, almost overwhelming his consciousness!

"Insolent-!" Overwhelmed by anxiety and fear, the young man in white raged out of control, "I am [Saint Michael]! The great ruler of heaven!"

Usually at this time, the wind and clouds will change, usually at this time, the whole world will be shaken by his fury ...... Usually at this time, the infinite holy light will overpower all resistance.

Usually this is the time ......

Nothing happened.

Grabe's Angel was now slightly open, but after a momentary lapse of concentration, Grabe's Angel's face was indignant, and she snapped in a low voice, "Sinner!"

In a split second, the power of the holy light directly brought the white youth's body to its knees!

"I've never heard of any [Holy Meal]!" Angelus Grabe said with slight anger, "The great ruler of the kingdom of heaven is the disciple of the Son [John]! But by what you are, but by this one charge of blasphemy, the flame of the holy light should purify you!"

With a wave of his palm, a substantial flame of holy light appeared in his palm, and then bounced directly onto the body of the young man in white.

The moment the holy light flame burned, the white-clothed youth was afraid of feeling the pain of having his soul scorched by the flame for the first time.

After a momentary lapse of concentration, he howled violently because of the terrible pain that accompanied it!

"What has happened."

Just at this moment, a light descended, and then the man who was already roughly dressed in sackcloth slowly walked out of the light ...... Seeing this, the Angel of Glauber even lowered his head.

The only thing I heard was the man in rough linen slowly saying: "Clarabelle, I heard your call. You should know that I am guarding the birth of the [Heart of Freedom] with the other supreme beings of the Seven Capital."

"I'm sorry, my lord!" The Angel of Grabe said in fear, "I didn't mean to, but this man ......".

She looked at the white-clothed young man who was burned by the flame of the holy light.

This white-clothed young man, in addition to howling at the moment he was burned by the flames, was now actually dying to endure the pain ...... and even standing up from the burning of the holy light flames, without uttering a word.

What a strong willpower!

"John!"

It was the hoarse voice of the white-clothed youth.

"Insolent, how dare you--!" The Angel of Glarbe stopped for an instant.

He even waved away the flame of the holy light burning on the young man in white.

The man in linen and coarse clothes calm how the eyes, now looked into the eyes of the young man in white, thought: "I see in your eyes, endless anger and fear, and pain, and hope for me ...... tell me, what happened to you, poor child, you want me to do for you! What."

The flame of the holy light is extinguished, but the white clothes of the young man has long been burned to tatters ...... his body with multiple burns, but his handsome face looks unusually horrible.

"John, it's me ...... Mi-El."

"Mireille?" The man in rough linen pondered and shook his head after contemplating, "Tell me, what kind of reaction do you expect me to have to this name."

"Even you ...... "The white youth looked incredulously at the man in front of him in rough linen, and in his fear, he took two steps back ...... fiercely," Impossible-! All this!"

"Quiet." The man in coarse linen waved his hand.

But the white-clothed young man did not quiet down at that moment - he even uncharacteristically let out a confused laughing sound, and even ignoring his wounds, turned around fleeingly and staggered away from the saint's dwelling.

Watching the staggering figure of the white-clothed youth, the man in coarse sackcloth had a look of confusion in his eyes.

"My lord, this man, why let him go ...... his origin is unknown, his intentions are unknown, very strange!" The Angel of Glauber said evenly.

The man in coarse sackcloth, however, shook his head and said, "I feel the pain in him, and what I see is a soul that needs to be saved. Perhaps, because of the effects of the [Holy Fall], he is in extreme confusion, or perhaps he doesn't even know who he really is."

"I'll go and get him back." Grabe Angel said directly.

"No need." The man in linen shook his head and said, "People who are lost in the maze of their own hearts are the same everywhere ...... Nowadays, I don't want to distract myself from anything else. If there is nothing important, you need not call me."

With that, the man dressed in linen turned into a glow of light and threw himself into the night sky.

Startled, she shook her head and gazed down the mountain road to the saint's dwelling, where she could see the wretched back and the intermittent, mad-sounding voice.

The name Meir, she just recalled again - she had never heard it before.

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It was a pleasant dinner.

After cleaning up after the meal, Mr. Azaccheus had to return to the [Rosebud Mansion], which he had been out for a long time.

Sister Séline escorted Mr. Azachez, the owner, and the other two guests for the evening to the door.

"Thank you again, Mr. Rose, and Miss Youkai." Sister Sallyne said with a grateful heart.

Mr. Lowe said with a small smile, "We are also grateful for the hospitality of the Sister ...... who hopes that more children who cannot pray will be accepted here."

Sister Selyne turned slightly pale and looked down at Azaccheus.

"Mr. Lowe doesn't count as an outsider, it's okay." Mr. Azaccheus shook his head gently.

The Sister nodded as if relieved, "Be careful on your way."

She stood outside the door and watched the trio disappear at the end of the nighttime street corner before withdrawing her gaze ...... Sister Sallyne breathed a slow sigh of relief, she still had a lot of work to do in the evening.

The orphanage's finances had always been in dire straits, and she had already agreed to a part-time job selling alcoholic beverages in the evening.

She turned to go into the house.

As she turned around, Sister Sallyne heard a strange sound behind her, and turned around unconsciously to see a figure walking slowly in the darkness.

Sister Sallyne was startled.

She saw the other suddenly jumped to the ground ...... and collapsed at the entrance of the orphanage.

Sister Sallyne was shocked and rushed forward to help the man up, but found that it was a man with multiple burns on his body.

"Sir, sir? Are you okay? How are you?!"

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PS1: Thanks for the cute ...... I have no good pose, or you do it =. =

PS2: (01)

PS3: As usual.