Trafford’s Trading Club

Sister Sallyne was surprised when Mr. Azaccheus soon left the orphanage, but Mr. Azaccheus promised to return soon so that Sister Sallyne would be better prepared for a late night snack.

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Azachez arrived at the front door of a hotel, the Hotel de France.

He felt in his pocket the matchbox, which was not completely burned, and compared it to the design printed on the box - the hotel's logo, no doubt.

The badly wounded guy, perhaps he was a resident of this hotel?

With a question, Mr. Azaccheus approached the hotel counter, only to be told that there were no more rooms available for the night, and that the hotel was already fully booked because of the Holy Maiden ceremony.

"Then there's no way ...... can I take a break in the lobby?" Mr. Azaccheus said casually.

"No problem sir, let me get you a glass of water." The little girl at the front desk had a nice smile on her face.

Mr. Azachez started to read a newspaper in the lounge area ...... He felt that maybe he was just being over-sensitive, but his intuition told him that he might find something new if he stayed.

About half an hour later, Mr. Azachez was surprised to see a group of people walking in.

It was the president of the [City of Morning Glories].

As the man with the white eye shadow walked into the elevator room under the protection of a group of guards, Mr. Assahelis frowned, so this is where the president was staying?

Sister Selyne says the guys who were following the critically wounded were wearing very distinctly [City of Morning Glory] style clothing ......

"It should, not be that coincidental ......"

Mr. Azaccheus put down his newspaper ...... and looked thoughtfully at the number of floors where the elevator finally stopped.

Perhaps it was his natural sense of touch, Mr. Azaccheus quickly sought a few opportunities to take advantage of the moment when the hotel lobby employees were not paying attention, and ducked into the elevator room.

But what Mr. Azachez did not expect was that the moment he stepped out of the elevator and appeared on the floor where the president was, he was stopped by two men.

"Stop, this floor is already booked!"

"Right...sorry, I pressed the wrong floor, sorry ha!" Mr. Azachez accosted and smiled, and walked quickly into the elevator again.

The two men, who had stopped the elevator, now gazed at the display board of the elevator floor, which now paused at one of the floors below, and did not move before finally withdrawing their gaze.

"What's happening, did someone just come here?"

The door to one of the rooms in the front hallway opened coldly and a man wearing sunglasses stepped out, asking in a deep voice.

"Oh, nothing, just a guy on the wrong floor, nothing suspicious."

"Whether it's suspicious or not, be more careful!" The man in the sunglasses gave a silent instruction before entering the room.

At this time, in the beautifully decorated hotel room, a male with burns all over his body was tied up and placed on the carpet.

The burned man's mouth was even tightly stuffed into a ball of cloth.

The burn victim opened his eyes and struggled a few times, but was immediately pushed to the floor by two other men in the room.

They even shouted at him, "Be quiet! Damn that guy! We went to all this trouble to bring you back, and you're just a pain in the ass! If you don't want to be stunned for the first time, behave yourself!"

At the news, the burn victim did not move ...... but inhaled and exhaled rapidly, as if he was trying to calm his emotions.

The man in the sunglasses slowly walked over to the side table and opened a long metal box.

Inside the box was a syringe and several small bottles.

"Do you still want to give him an injection?" One of the men holding down the burn victim was puzzled.

The sunglasses man said calmly, "It's not easy to make it this far, but if you don't renew it, you don't know when he'll burn again ...... Well, this dose is about right."

"This guy, since he secretly stopped the medicine, just can't think straight." The man holding the burn victim down shook his head and said, "In that case, let him turn into ashes ...... can't figure out why the big president is saving him."

"If you can figure it out, then now is the time for me to work for you again." The man in the sunglasses shrugged his shoulders and came over with the syringe.

Seeing the syringe close to his neck position ...... the burn victim, who had calmed down, struggled again.

The sunglasses man, however, was not impressed: "Look at you now, such a beautiful face burned into this ghost, why bother? ......"

The burn victim struggled even more fiercely, but the two men who held him down were now getting stronger accordingly.

The man in sunglasses slowly stabbed the needle into the burn victim's neck and smiled: "Have you stopped the [Holy Water] for a long time? Renewing the body again may be a little stressful, but you can even carry over spontaneous combustion, and you probably don't care about that little bit of stress ...... soon, welcome back to the true land of bliss again."

The [Holy Water], little by little, was injected into the burn victim's body.

Soon, a crazy convulsion began to appear on the burn victim's body ...... The two men let go of him, only to see the burn victim now begin to grip his body in pain!

His limbs even showed varying degrees of stiffness and contraction.

"Stress reaction, is it that heavy?"

"I don't know how long this guy has been stopping in private, but I'm afraid his body has gone [hungry] crazy."

"Oh, he's passed out again."

The man in the sunglasses now put his tools away and said matter-of-factly, "Keep an eye on him and clean him up when he wakes up. Burned to a crisp like this, I'll have to work to find a plastic surgeon."

"Are you still going out?" The companion now asked.

The sunglasses man said calmly: "Go pick up someone, the Grand President's scheduled entertainment should be here."

The companion opened his mouth and looked a little nervous, even ...... cautiously, "The supreme ones are here, the big president this?"

"The supreme ones are concentrating on something right now." The sunglasses man smirked, "Currently, it's mainly the administrators of the Seven Capitals who are jointly dealing with the matter of [Freedom City]."

Saying that, the sunglasses man looked at his phone screen, "Well, the people have arrived."

......

......

Mr. Assahelis was a bit helpless - the plan to sneak in through the fire door to the floor where the president was staying was bankrupt - the fire door had already been locked.

As for getting through the exterior wall of the hotel ...... there is no such thing, this is not a movie, the wind is still so strong outside, people will be blown away.

And in order not to arouse the suspicion of those presidential guards from the [Morning Capital], he could only leave by going down the back stairs - and when he was about to reach the first floor, Mr. Assumption stopped.

There were two people standing at the back stairs of the first floor.

A man and a woman ...... were wearing distinctly [Morning Capital] style clothing on the man's body, while the woman was somewhat tightly wrapped.

The woman was not only wearing sunglasses on her face, but even had a hood over her face ...... Well, the figure was good!

Mr. Azaccheus frowned as he quietly crouched down and held his breath.

Soon, the fire door opened and a man wearing sunglasses stepped out, smiled at the tightly wrapped man, and said, "Very punctual, Miss Yulia."

The woman didn't say anything, just nodded her head gently.

The man in the sunglasses said calmly, "Come with me, then, Your Excellency, the President is already waiting for you."

The woman nodded again and followed the man in the sunglasses into the fire door - as for the man who had been waiting with the masked woman, he waited for a moment before walking on ...... with the intention of leaving through the underground parking lot of the hotel.

Mr. Azachez, who was still crouched upstairs, looked a little strange and muttered to himself, "Yulia? Isn't Yulia ...... the same name? Or is it ......?"

Thinking about it, Mr. Assaschels felt more and more that something was wrong.

Just then, a figure coldly appeared in front of him ...... The change in light and shadow made Mr. Assaschels subconsciously raise his head.

"What, didn't you just see enough."

It was the man who was supposed to be walking toward the underground parking lot!

Mr. Azaccheus was taken aback ...... he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly greeted forward: "Yo, President, you're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Azaccheus instantly turned around and rushed upstairs.

However, this diversion seemed too rough, and the man instantly grabbed Mr. Azaccheus by the corner of his shirt and yanked him off!

What strength!

Mr. Assahelis said under his breath, and was about to resist, but there was a sudden spinning ...... he had been thrown to the ground by an over-the-shoulder fall.

Immediately afterwards, the man pinned Mr. Assahelis directly to the ground with his jujitsu, immobilizing him.

"Dude, is there...some kind of misunderstanding?"

The man smirked: "Didn't you just say the president, you want to see, I'll take you to see him now."

He said, the man directly reached out and covered Mr. Assahelis's nose and mouth, he also placed a handkerchief on the palm of his hand ...... Mr. Assahelis only felt the inhalation of a strange smell, and soon he lost consciousness all over ...... even consciousness, and then lost.

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It was already very late in the evening.

The carnival held because of the float parade, by this time has also become calm ...... [Freedom City] lights dimmed quite a lot.

But the lobby of the [Rosebud Mansion] was still very bright.

The maid, Miss Keri, sat in front of the counter, holding her chin and yawning, "It's already this hour, the boss...why isn't he back yet."

"Hello, Miss Cleary, how are you doing?" The boss, who was sitting next to the lounge area, closed a book in his hands and looked at Cleary, "Mr. Azazeles, you probably won't be back tonight."

"The boss usually calls back if he doesn't come back for the night." Keri looked a little worried, "He looked a little anxious when he went out, could something have happened? I just called him, and it showed that his phone was off."

"So ...... "Boss Luo nodded and whirled around, "But what kind of danger can happen in the [City of Freedom]."

Keri couldn't help but be startled, that's right ...... What danger can there be in the middle of the [City of Freedom]?

Even if the door is open at night, no burglars will come to the door.

"Maybe...maybe the phone just happened to run out of battery." Cleary explained to herself at this point, "Right, Mr. Luo, I'll go and clean up your room, it's so late, you guys should be resting too."

Mr. Luo said casually, "The room, you night seems to have already been tidied up, don't bother you, Miss Keri."

"...... is like, I'm the employee of the mansion?" The maid lady couldn't help but smile in embarrassment, and then stood up in a hurry: "Then I'll go and heat some hot water for you."

But then Boss Lowe said, "Miss Cleary, you look like you have something on your mind tonight ...... are planning to talk to someone? I might be a qualified listener."

"I ...... "Miss Maid was about to stop talking, but finally shook her head, "I'm just worried about Boss Assahelis, it's nothing really."

"Then." Boss Lowe nodded and said, "Good night, Miss Cleary."

"Good night."

She watched this Mr. Lowe go up the stairs until Mr. Lowe disappeared at the end of the stairs, opening her mouth several times to speak, but she never said anything ...... although, she did have an urge to pour out.

Still, it's better not to talk about your troubles and transfer them to someone else, right?

The boss of Assumption said, as much as possible, don't be an obnoxious child, just do what you can do yourself.

......

It was the same basement of the [Rose Mansion].

It's just that the circular formation originally carved out by Miss Asman had disappeared ...... The maid was now holding a tray and slowly walked down.

She soon came to a table.

On the table, a large black cloth covered with something ...... seemed to be covered with a large box-like object.

The maid lifted the black cloth off the table, and what was covered turned out to be a cage the size of a cubic meter, and in the middle of the cage was a small house.

Like a Barbie house arranged like a caged hut.

At this time, there was a little guy puffing up his cheeks as if he was sulking - the little girl with palm-sized wings.

"Mirel-sama, do you like this house?" The maid-san smiled slightly and brought the food from the plate into the cage.

The tiny creature now grabbed the cage and shook it for a while.

"For the time being, I can't let you out yet." An apologetic look appeared on the maid's face.

The little girl's face bulged even more, and she sat down directly and turned her head in the face of the food that had been brought to her.

"Aren't you hungry." The maid lady smiled lightly and said, "I've added some minced chicken to the mushroom soup, so it would be a pity if you don't eat it."

The little girl's throat thudded with a visible amplitude and her eyes slanted over, but she quickly looked away again, even raising her chin.

"I'll come back tomorrow." The maid lady said casually, and took the tray and left the basement.

After waiting for a while, the little girl looked around hesitantly - and all at once she took the bowl in her hand and drank from it with a gulp.

But all of a sudden it was hot to the tongue ...... little girl even choked, unable to stop coughing.

"Oops, I forgot to say, it might be a little hot."

I saw the maid lady suddenly appeared in front of the basement door, smilingly said.

Seeing this, the little guy, whose tongue had been scalded by the hot soup, suddenly struck a nerve, then grabbed the cage's pole with both hands and made a wild output.

"Bad! Bad! Bad!!!"

"Good night, Lord Meall." The maidservant lady smiled softly and left.

This time it's for real.

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PS: As usual, (01)