Trafford’s Trading Club

"Well, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow! Remia!"

The girls returned on the college's rented bus and were dismissed in their place at the dormitory area.

After saying goodbye to her companions, Remia headed to her room, but as she passed through the courtyard, someone called out to her.

"Dasho! Did you wait for me here on purpose?"

Seeing that the person sitting on the courtyard bench was her older brother, Remia relaxed at once and went to her brother's side with a flourish.

"I heard that your parade is over, and I thought it was about time to come back, so I waited here for you." Dasho now rubbed Remia's head, "I've already brought back the clothes you ordered for you."

"Really!" Remia's eyes lit up, "I was worried I would miss it, this is great ...... Here, Dasho, I have something for you too."

"What's this?" Dasho looked curiously at the bag Remia was holding in her hand.

"It's a special product of [City of Dawn]!" Remiya whispered at this point, "Today when we were resting, the big president of the [City of Morning Glories] came to console us and brought some special cakes to share with us ...... I thought it would be nice if Dasho could eat them too, so I secretly took some extra, hehe."

"Oh you!" Dasho couldn't help but laugh helplessly, "This way, how to be a holy maiden oh."

"Anyway, for the first time, it doesn't matter if it's all chaperones!" Remia laughed and said, "Taste it, it's really delicious, if I were slower, I wouldn't be able to get it.

As she spoke, Remia even licked her lips, as if she was savouring it.

When the young man saw this, he said he'd rather let the girl stay and eat it herself, but the girl eventually insisted on giving in.

Remia said that everything could be shared with Dasho because it was family.

"Remia, what would you do if ...... I said if, if you saw me at the Holy Maiden ceremony?" The young man now suddenly asked.

"Isn't it normal for you, Dasho, to give me solidarity during the Holy Maiden ceremony?" Remiya wondered at Winn, then paled, "Or were you not going to visit me that day, Dasho! I'll be angry! Two births...a month of gas! Not talking to you!"

Dasho's lips moved, then gently patted Remia's shoulder, "Alright, it's been a long day, hurry back and rest, you have to participate in the second round of the Holy Maiden Ceremony tomorrow, get in good shape, even if you're just running along, don't run last."

"Good!" The young girl smiled sweetly.

"Remember to brush your teeth, you ate so much dessert today!" The teenager instructed.

He watched Remiya return to the dormitory ...... until the room was lit up, then he went to the boys' dormitory area.

But as soon as he pushed the door into the room, the teenager suddenly stiffened.

Only inside the room, a tall figure, was now standing by the window ...... Dasho's lips couldn't help but tremble a little, and finally lowered his head and silently closed the door of the room.

The tall figure slowly turned around, but it was Mentor Isabel, who was wearing a pure white suit.

At this time, Mentor Isabel was not only wearing a man's suit, but even tied up her long hair ...... and even gave people a handsome feeling.

Mentor Isabel looked at the bag that Dasho had put on the table and asked curiously, "What is this."

"Cakes...I bought them to eat." Dasho squeaked, not stating that it was left by Remia for herself.

"Oh?" Mentor Isabel casually opened a look at ...... her eyes suddenly narrowed and smiled, "If a girl eats sweets in the middle of the night, she'll get fat."

"I'm not..."

Isabel's mentor opened the box of cakes, picked up some cream with her fingers, put it on her lips, and then, like a sneak attack, printed it directly on the boy's lips.

The suffocatingly sweet taste of ...... Dasho's breath stopped, his eyes widened, and his body first stiffened and then gradually softened.

At the end, Mentor Isabel licked her lips and chuckled softly, "Now it is, you are my girl."

Dasho took a deep breath, and his voice trembled softly, "Mentor Isabel, if...if I promise you to show up at the ceremony, then ...... then for the next Holy Maiden ceremony, can you really let Remia win the title? "

"What, as a veteran judge of the Holy Maiden ceremony, do you think I don't have it in me?" Mentor Isabel smiled faintly and said, "Are you questioning me?"

"I...I didn't mean that." Dasho shook his head, then breathed, "I just hope, you can keep your promise. I ...... will be at the second round tomorrow, using the look you like."

"I don't like the way you look right now." Mentor Isabel shook her head.

When Dasho bit, he slowly turned around, took some women's clothes out of the closet, and walked silently into the bathroom.

"Smells good."

Mentor Isabel laughed softly at this point, picked up another piece of pie, put it in her mouth, and ate it in small bites.

As she ate, the small amount of cakes in the box was finished, and she licked her fingers as if she hadn't had enough - but her attention was quickly diverted.

For Dasho had come out again ...... as Daphne and appeared in front of her.

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Hotel Francy, the floor reserved for the President.

Inside the dark room, even through a layer of gauze curtain, one could still see a beautiful back, sitting on President Byron's body, rising and falling violently.

The President casually reached out his hand, grabbed a handful of red and white capsules from the box beside him, put them directly into his mouth, chewed and swallowed them.

"Don't know who that is yet."

In the midst of the woman's forgetful cry, Mr. President's voice rang out coldly - and now, on the other side of the curtain, the man with the sunglasses was shaking his head, "It's a resident of [Freedom City], and we have no right to visit his destiny."

"What do you say to that." Mr. President's voice began to look a little dull.

"I suggest we keep the man for now, there is always a way to open his destiny." The man in the sunglasses thought, "Or [shelter] him, that's the easiest and safest way."

Mr. President, however, said, "Do you think he came alone, or did someone else behind him order him to come."

"This ......" the sunglasses man hesitated for a moment, "No one should know."

"Didn't that Lord Lando Angel come to the [City of Dawn] before." Mr. President's voice began to become a little fast.

Very soon, Mr. President slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, that beautiful figure had also collapsed at his feet, breathing like he was out of breath - these two guys, they had been playing games on the chair.

"He's not an angel, he's just an ordinary man, sir." The man in the sunglasses thought about it.

"We're just ordinary people too, aren't we." Mr. President stood up, but then grabbed a handful of pills from the box and put them in his mouth, "It's ordinary people who shouldn't have to compete with God."

"Then this intruder ......"

"Use [holy water]." Mr. President said casually.

The man in sunglasses said, "Wouldn't it be too wasteful? Given more time, I can handle it."

Mr. President said calmly: "In my opinion, there is no such thing as a waste, only the difference between useful and useless. You know, something precious, if you keep it and never use it, it is useless."

"I understand." The sunglasses man nodded.

Mr. President said, "Let's call it a night for tonight's entertainment, send this Miss Yulia back to rest, she still has to participate in the second round of the competition tomorrow, she can't be in bad shape."

The president of the city of dawn said, "I'm not sure if she's in a good state." The president stepped out of the curtain and walked ...... to the shower.

The man's face looks old, but the president's physique is extremely strong ...... like steel muscles, even the sunglasses man is ashamed of himself.

The sunglasses man silently watched the back of the President ...... looking at a huge tattoo of an articulated snake on the back of the President, silent for half a time, before withdrawing his gaze.

The sound of water splashing had been heard in the bathroom, and only then did the sunglasses man say quietly, "Miss Yulia, are you ready."

The woman was already fully dressed, and slowly lifted the curtain and walked out with a submissive face.

It really was a stunningly beautiful creature.

The man in the sunglasses said in his heart, but did not take a second look.

Because the big president, don't like people to miss his things ...... very much.

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The sound of something being knocked over woke Sister Sallyne up.

Sleepy and dozing off, Sister Sister then opened her eyes and saw the severely injured man, already on the floor.

The glass had been knocked over and the water had dried on the floor.

"You're awake, sir!" Sister Sallyne was busy helping the seriously injured man up, "Would you like some water? Wait, I'll pour you another cup right away."

"What...what is this place ......?" the seriously injured man let out a hoarse voice.

The nun now poured a glass of water, and the seriously injured man couldn't care less and drank it down quickly.

"Are you better?" Sister Therrien asked with concern and also replied, "This is an orphanage, you fell in front of our door before you passed out, do you remember, sir?"

"I think...I remember ......" the severely injured man nodded slowly, "Thank you Sister ....... "

"Who are you?" Sister Sallyne was now busy asking, "Why did you get burned so badly and not want to go to the hospital? Your wounds we can't treat well here, they will definitely become infected, and that will be a problem."

"Can't go ......" the severely wounded man shook his head with difficulty, "It will be found ...... then I will, I will ......"

Sister Sallyne hesitated, "Those who are after you?"

The severely wounded man nodded, and the simple act made his face twitch with pain - Sister Therrien had never seen such a terrible burn, but this man was able to endure it with amazing willpower!

"Who are you ...... who you really are?" Miss Sister now asked nervously.

"I'm...I'm not a bad person...and I'm not going to hurt...hurt you ...... don't worry ...... "The severely injured man said slowly, "Besides, I can't, as I am now, hurt, anyone else."

The nun lady looked a little looser, "But in your present condition, I don't promise to take you to the hospital for the safety of your life, sir."

"No ...... don't." The severely wounded man looked pleadingly at Sister Selene, "But ...... yes, to a place ...... please send me, to a place."

"What place?"

The seriously injured man said, "Gar, Mr. Calvin ...... home."

"Mr. Calvin?" Sister Selyne was startled and subconsciously said, "There are a lot of people named Calvin, did you say Calvin?"

"He ...... is a...a famous academic...scholar." The seriously wounded man weakly said, "You are from [Freedom City], you should know."

Know!

Sister Selyne instantly knew that someone named Calvin, and a famous scholar at that, and the only thing she could think of was that great scholar of the ascetic who was treated with courtesy even by the [Saints] in the [City of Liberty]!

In addition, this Calvinist is also an honorary professor at Liberty Capital Academy.

In addition, Sister Céline had also heard from Mr. Azachez that Calvinist was his former mentor.

"Hurry...send me ...... late ...... come...too late ......"

"HEY? Sir, don't you faint yet?"

It's the middle of the night, why is she carrying a big man to that big scholar's residence? ...... Taxi fares are very expensive, OK!

There's no way to go to work tonight yet!

"Mr. Azaccheus really, why isn't he back now! There's no chance that you've snuck out to the fish pond in the middle of the night to go fishing, right?"

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The moment he regained consciousness, Mr. Azaccheus first rubbed the back of his head, which had hurt from the fall ...... He felt that perhaps his head had also been broken.

He tried to stand up and look around, but suddenly saw a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at him with dead eyes.

Mr. Azathas took a breath - not only because of the bloodshot eyes, but also because of the appearance of the owner of the eyes.

There was not a single spot on his body that wasn't wrapped in gauze, like a mummy. ...... And even though he was covered in gauze, he could still see blood seeping from many places.

This guy, too, was burned?

Mr. Azaccheus subconsciously thought - despite the many possibilities of being covered in wrapped gauze - of this injury from the fire because he ...... Sister Selene had picked one up right in front of the orphanage before coming.

I just wonder why the guy in front of him is handcuffed to a chair?

"Dude, did they get you too?" Mr. Azaccheus quickly approached the gauze-covered man in front of the god.

But no sooner had he approached, than the gauze-covered man before him suddenly thrashed and struggled aggressively, advancing toward Azaccheus - but he was trapped by handcuffs and shackles, and could only keep shaking the chair.

Just then, the door to the room clicked open.

A man wearing sunglasses walked right in. ...... In response, Mr. Assaschels picked up an artifact that had been placed on a sideboard and held it up!

But the play didn't seem to be offensive, so Mr. Azaccheus was busy putting it down again, which was copied up with something more offensive - an ashtray.

"Stay back! I'm pretty good at hitting people!"

The man in the sunglasses didn't say a word, just casually pulled out a black pistol ...... loaded.

Mr. Azaccheus then smiled brightly, slowly put the ashtray back in its original place, and finally wiped it clean with his sleeve......

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PS1: (11)

PS2: Actually, it's still that man's cute and understanding.