Trafford’s Trading Club

In the dim light, Mr. Azaccheus was washing his hands in a basin of water.

Sister Selene immediately handed over a clean towel and asked, "How is it going, sir?"

"It looks like he shouldn't die," Azaccheus thought, "He's been given burn medicine and bandaged, and he's also been given anti-inflammatory medicine...his breathing seems much easier, but it's best to take him to the hospital and clinic. After all, I'm not a professional doctor, I've just learned some first aid."

"That's what I thought." Miss Sister hesitated, "But before he fainted, he seemed to resist being taken to the hospital."

Mr. Azaccheus couldn't help but frown, "You said that you saw several people, who were after him? Can you see where it's coming from?"

Sister Selyne shook her head and said, "It's too dark, I can't see clearly ...... They seem to be discussing something again, but the sound is too low, I can't hear them, and I'm afraid they will find out. However, it doesn't seem to be someone from the [City of Freedom], and judging by the style of dressing, it looks like someone from the [City of Dawn]."

"The [City of Morning Glory]?" Mr. Azaches couldn't help but be startled.

It's not that there aren't people from the [City of Freedom] ...... but the reality is that there are actually quite a few guys from the [City of Morning Glory] in the [City of Freedom].

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the newest version of the book.

The [City of Freedom] has attracted a number of immigrants from the seven capitals because of its relatively free atmosphere.

"If he still retains the dressing style of the [City of Morning Glories], he should be a guy who came to the [City of Freedom] recently." Mr. Assahelis had his own thoughts at this point, "It's just that the Holy Maiden Ceremony is approaching, and there are a lot of people traveling to the [City of Freedom] ...... It seems that this clue is also very vague."

"Mr. Assahelis, why don't I go tell the Public Security Department?" Sister Selene said evenly.

Mr. Azaccheus thought, "Don't worry about it yet, even if I have to tell, I'll be the one to go out to ...... and I want to wait until this guy wakes up before I make a decision."

"But he ......"

"Anla." Mr. Azaccheus waved his hand, "Even if he wakes up, injured like this, he probably won't be able to move ...... tonight, I won't go back, I'll watch this guy."

Sister Selene nodded hesitantly, "Then I'll go get you some blankets ...... Hey, looks like there's no way I can work tonight."

"Oh you!" The owner of Assahelis laughed bitterly and said, "It's all my fault that I couldn't sponsor the parade float for you this year, that's why you ......"

I saw Sister Selene shake her head: "It's okay, I wasn't originally counted as a participant, it's just that the college had already put my name on the list ...... By the way, you've been here for so long, you haven't had any water yet, I'll get you a glass of water."

This was an excuse to leave and end the conversation for a while.

Mr. Azaccheus knew it well and didn't break the news, just nodded gently.

After Sister Sérine left, Mr. Azachez had time to take a closer look at the seriously wounded man - he had just arrived at the institution and was too busy treating the man's wounds to examine him carefully.

When he arrived, Mr. Azachez had not heard any rumors of a fire ...... but how did this man get burned like this?

He looked through some of the items on the heavily wounded ...... most of which were charred black and largely devoid of useful information.

"Hey, this is ......"

A cardboard box that hasn't completely burned out ...... is a matchbox.

"The F...West...Grand ...... Hotel Francy?" Mr. Azaccheus frowned, "This hotel, isn't it ......?"

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He is not someone who can't bear the pain ...... On the contrary, the pain of being burned by the flame of the holy light is far from the severity of the injuries he suffered during the battle with the Hell Lord.

What he could not bear was the forgetfulness of his own name.

If his mind wasn't strong, he wouldn't have been able to get to where he is today ...... After leaving the saint's dwelling, he had quickly sobered up from his confused mental state.

It must be said that the disappearance of the legend had indeed far exceeded his estimate of his ability to endure.

At this time, he was sitting like a tramp on a staircase beside a waterway in the [City of Freedom] ...... It was quiet enough, even away from the crowds - people, still cheering for the Holy Maiden's float parade.

"It's impossible to completely erase the traces of my existence ......" Calm down, he quickly had a layer of clarity, through the contact with Grabe's angel and [John] at the saint's residence, made him understand this most important point.

Substitution, or rather, the stealing of concepts.

The legend of oneself was temporarily replaced by [John] ...... which is the same as saying that at this time there was a double legend in [John].

But this is equally terrifying!

Because this [substitution] is a cognitive [substitution] ...... it distorts even [John's] cognition along with it.

John] is not simply the highest of the Kingdom of Light, but has two different positions, one is the highest of the Kingdom of Light, which is the position of a saint.

The other one is the one that can exist in the Garden of Eden, which is half the size of the [Father], [Holy Spirit], and [Son].

To put it politely, [John] even has the ultimate authority in the Kingdom of Heaven in the absence of [the Lord].

What is even more frightening is if the distortion of perception even reaches the [Father] ......

He did not even instinctively want to contemplate the possibility, because no matter how trivial the proof, it would mean one thing.

The new owner of the store really had the power to make the holy light disappear from all worlds with just a thought.

This is something that would be enough to completely break people down, even just by setting up a proposition.

After understanding the actual situation on this level, the young man in white can't help but be incomparably powerless for the current situation ...... he truly felt the irresistible force behind the mysterious contract that exists in the Kingdom of Heaven.

"But is this a warning ...... or a punishment."

He had to trace his roots to ponder the cause of the present situation.

But just then, a few uninvited guests suddenly disturbed his thinking ...... he was naturally unhappy, and even habitually tried to block the harassment.

It's just that he apparently no longer has the power of the Holy Light.

"Finally found you, originally ran here ...... "A man among the uninvited guests sneered at this time: "Burning so high, burned into this appearance, actually still alive, it seems that your willpower It's more amazing than expected."

The white-clothed youth subconsciously frowned, and the instant contact made him understand that the ...... group of guys were not looking for themselves, but for another ...... guy who was also burned?

He couldn't use his power anymore, but didn't want to be disturbed at this time - especially by these, the beings of the Kingdom of the Holy Light he had observed from on high.

"You have found the wrong ......"

Before the young man in white could finish his sentence, he felt a tremor of numbness in his body - it was like being struck by lightning by the guy on Mount Olympus who played with lightning!

He instantly lost control of his body and collapsed to the ground, just in time to see one of the intruders, who was holding a stun gun in his hand.

The great ruler of the heavenly kingdom, the archangel who commanded the angels, but was also able to stun ...... can not explain his complex feelings at the moment.

"actually still awake? It seems that willpower is really stubborn!"

Another electrical stimulation ...... amidst the convulsions of the body, the white-clothed young man clenched his teeth in a deadly grip, and gripped the other's arm with great force ...... but under the continued physical convulsions, the white-clothed young man eventually lost consciousness.

Having lost the legend, having lost the holy light, the body was now far more fragile than he had imagined!

"Whew, that's a tough one!" The guy with the stun gun breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the man pass out completely.

"If it wasn't a hard bone, how could it come out of hiding against that high burning level?" Another intruder said casually.

"But... this guy looks, like, a little different, huh?"

"Isn't it normal to not recognize it when it's all burned up like this?" The companion shook his head and said, "Come on, don't waste time, let's take this guy back!"

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Far away, in an unknown land, there is such a holy city.

Today is the day of pilgrimage to the holy city. Devout believers from all over the world are now approaching the church of the holy city by kneeling in the way of worship.

The believers are calling out the name of the true God, [Almighty], [Righteousness], [Might], [Holiness], [Faithfulness], [Love], [Justice], [One] in their hearts.

At this moment, the entire holy city seemed to be enveloped in a layer of hazy light ...... and even, the space seemed to vaguely preach the gospel.

"Faith is really a good thing."

At this moment, in a mountain peak outside the holy city, someone was sitting on a large stone at the end of the mountain.

It was an old man with an air of decay pervading his body.

His old age was even beyond the limits of what one could imagine ...... There were even only a few silvery-white hair strands that rested on a layer of folded up scalp.

Beside him stood a man with black goatee horns and a large number of flesh-colored tattoos on his face.

At this moment, a middle-aged male with a beard and wearing a white robe was climbing barefoot to the top of the mountain ...... The man soon came to the dying old man's side.

The white robed middle-aged man first looked at the old man sitting on the stone, and then looked at the man with black goat horns next to him, lightly frowned, but soon looked as usual.

The black goat horned male now sneered, and looked at the white robed middle-aged male with a provocative gaze, unscrupulously.

But they ...... whether it was the white robed middle-aged male, the black horned male, or the old man who seemed to be dying, did not make a sound.

For a long time.

The old man said slowly: "You came a little earlier than I thought ...... among them, and you were the first to arrive."

The middle-aged man in the white robe said slowly: "You are also much older than I thought you would be. For the first time, I know that you will also age to this extent."

The old man didn't seem to care about this sarcastic remark, and even smiled slightly and said: "Not only aging, my life won't even last long ...... The current me is just embers."

In the meantime, the white-robed middle-aged male couldn't help but smile, "Something tells me you're not joking."

"I've never joked with you..., you know that, [Yāhwē]."

The white-robed middle-aged male was silent for a long time before saying expressionlessly, "Why did you give up everything, you didn't have a reason to let go."

"Yes, why would you give up everything." The old man's eyes darkened, "It's true that I have no reason to give up ...... but the reality is that I do give up, and in the most unequal way."

The white-robed middle-aged male said, "What exactly do you want to do."

"And what about you, what do you want to do." The old man's eyes suddenly regained a glimmer of light, "By coming here, you have almost given up on everything, on the people who believe in you in countless worlds."

"I have not given up." The white-robed middle-aged man said calmly, "That's why I came." The old man smiled faintly, "I didn't give up," he said.

The old man smiled lightly, "I just said that faith is really a good thing, and that enough faith can even make miracles come, making the impossible possible. But now it seems that faith is also a bad thing ...... it needs to make the impossible possible, and naturally, it will force you to accomplish the impossible. They think you are [omnipotent], [unique], then you have to keep climbing in order to become truly [omnipotent], and the power of faith makes you and dominates you."

The white-robed middle-aged male was unconvinced, and he looked at the old man with compassion and pity.

"You are waiting for someone." The white-robed middle-aged male suddenly said, "But not for me, nor for several others. Are you waiting for someone ...... waiting for the one who has taken everything from you? He seems to be in the kingdom of the Holy Light right now."

The old man said, "What do you think he will do in the kingdom of holy light."

The white-robed middle-aged man said calmly, "Whatever he wants to do, I also trust my children. They may suffer, but they will also grow. As long as I exist, they will not grow."

"What a cruel parent." The old man smiled faintly, then shook his head, "Only, I'm not waiting for him either."

"Then what kind of person are you waiting for."

The old man looked up, his gaze wavering, and said softly, "That person, his name is [Desolate]."

It was a name that the white-robed middle-aged male had not heard of at all ...... The old man in front of him had too many secrets - even if he looked so debilitated at the moment.

In the midst of the chanting, the white-robed middle-aged man suddenly found an open space near the old man and casually sat on the ground ...... he did not wait.

He didn't wait, because the road he had to take was no longer there, and this was already the end.

The first subworld to appear since the birth of a dimensional void.

"We have to wait for someone anyway, and there's still time anyway." The old man then suddenly suggested, "Why don't we play cards?"

The middle-aged man in the white robe did not want to talk to the old man.