Trafford’s Trading Club

As the door to the room closed again, Mr. Azaccheus rubbed his stomach and spat out a mouthful of blood, before standing up slowly with a tense face.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then cautiously approached the door of the room ...... at the same time, he grasped the door handle in his palm, and then slowly twisted it.

The lock, which should have been deadlocked, was now able to be unscrewed.

He took advantage of the moment of confusion when he pounced on the door and quietly did something to the lock ...... The door opened slightly, but enough for him to see some movement in the hallway beyond.

Only one of the guys guarding the door was standing ...... This guy was now smoking a cigarette with his back to the door.

Mr. Azaccheus opened the door to the room without saying a word, and then, bracing himself on the ground with his hands, strung his feet directly around the janitor's neck and moved him right to the floor!

"You ......"

The man who was watching the door was shocked, but at this time his neck was wrapped tightly around his knee, making it difficult for him to turn over. ...... Azaceth even broke his arm, making it difficult for him to turn over.

Soon, the man stopped struggling, and finally his body went limp and he fainted.

Mr. Azachez gasped for air and got up in a heap.

He had been taught many self-defense techniques, but he hadn't used them for years, and not only was he rusty, but he also had a belly.

"Looks like I've really been drinking too much beer lately."

Mr. Azaccheus shook his head, then quickly searched the janitor's body ...... he did find something.

In addition to a dagger made of alloy, there was even a pistol.

Mr. Azachez licked his lips and quickly inserted the dagger and pistol into his belt.

He looked back at the room ...... at the guy who was covered in gauze, and quickly said: "Man, I'm sorry, I'm going to go ...... after all, I'm afraid I can't escape. But don't worry, I'll bring someone to rescue you later."

With that, Mr. Assahelis dragged the unconscious janitor into the room, locked the door again, and then found his way out.

But what Mr. Assaschels didn't know was that he had just left the place, and in the next instant, a man wearing sunglasses was slowly walking out from around the corner of the hallway.

Fahie ...... was the head of the bodyguard who came to the [Freedom City] with President Byron.

Fahie didn't even go after Assumption, but instead went back into the room and kicked the janitor, who had collapsed on the floor - the janitor now opened his eyes suddenly and got up.

He even rubbed his neck, "This guy, he's pretty strong ...... just let him go?"

"It wasn't meant to be," the head bouncer could be heard looking for something on the floor.... The head bouncer was now looking for something on the floor... He quickly found a syringe under the table he had tumbled onto and placed it under the light to examine it carefully, "But it looks like a guy with a little smarts ...... just wasn't worth it in the A share of [Holy Water] was wasted on him. Of course, it wasn't intended to be used on him."

"So, that portion of [Holy Water] was actually ...... "The man who was the janitor instantly shut his mouth tightly.

He knew very well that Fahie would definitely not want a copy of the [Holy Water] that had not been used to reach Mr. Byron's ears.

"Mr. President is already asleep." Fahy said calmly, "Before he wakes up, just give him the answer, and there will be no waste."

At that moment, Fahie's phone rang, he picked it up and said calmly, "Have you left the hotel already? ...... is good, I know."

Saying so, Fahie looked again at the man guarding the door and commanded, "Clean up the place, and watch Robert."

"I know what to do."

......

Soon, in front of the Hotel de France, two cars with the logo of the Public Security Department (......) were parked and four lords of the Public Security Department got out.

"Someone reported that there are people here who are illegally confining and abusing others."

"That's...that's not possible, we're operating legally here!"

"I believe it's legal and I trust everyone in town, so I trust the person who made the tip ...... so I'll just do a simple search and it won't take up much of your time."

"That...okay then."

The lobby's manager on duty could only consent to a search of the hotel room by a few Security Bureau lords ...... and they searched all the way, and soon arrived at one of the floors that had been booked.

The head of the bodyguard, Fahie, dealt with the lords of the security department.

"Except for Mr. President's room, all the other rooms can be searched, we are willing to cooperate with you." Mr. President is already asleep, I don't want this to disturb his rest, these two days, because of the matter of [Holy Fall], Mr. President is really tired."

"I understand, Mr. Fahie!" The police department's investigators, which dare to put up a fight in front of the head of the president's bodyguard ...... people can cooperate to this extent, it is already difficult.

The police department's investigators quickly searched all the rooms, but found nothing.

"I'm afraid this is really a prank," the Sheriff's Department investigator apologized. The Sheriff's Department investigator said apologetically, "I heard that the [Holy Fall] would have some influence on some people's behavior ...... I didn't expect that the rumors were true."

"Perhaps, it was just to vent their uneasiness." Fahy said calmly, "Since, there is no actual damage, the follow-up investigation is in your hands."

"We know what to do, Mr. Fahy, don't worry." The investigating officer nodded, then took off his hat, "Also, please give my regards to Mr. President and thank him for his service to [Freedom City] ...... We'll take our leave."

"I'll see you off."

......

Mr. Azaccheus hid in the shadows of the alley across the cross street from the main entrance of the hotel.

As he watched the man in the sunglasses escorting several Sheriff's Department investigators out, laughing and joking, Mr. Azachez was not too surprised.

How could the Sheriff's Department investigators not know that President Byron was staying in this hotel?

Just based on the honesty of the people of the Holy Light Kingdom, they will definitely come.

"Dude, it doesn't look like it's going to be that easy to get you out ......" Mr. Assahelis looked up somewhere in the upper floors of the hotel, sighed, and dived into the alley.

After this, the phone call won't work anymore.

There are only two people that Mr. Assahelis can think of to help.

Durand, who is the lord of the city of [Freedom City], and the unorthodox campus director who has a bad relationship with himself ...... He decided to find the unorthodox guy.

And thought to do ...... a little later, the guy with the sunglasses would at least move - or even, kill - the badly injured dude, which is not impossible?

"Dude, can I borrow your phone for a second? I think I dropped my phone."

"So careless, huh? But yes, there are too many people at the carnival at night ...... Give, just call!"

Mr. Azachez, who had easily borrowed the phone from a passerby, was busy pushing the button on ...... and then he suddenly froze.

Something very real had happened.

Apart from his own phone number and the 666 special line of the Public Security Bureau, the only thing Mr. Azachez could remember was the phone number of the Rosebud Mansion.

Emmmm ......

In desperation, Mr. Azaccheus had no choice but to dial the phone number of the residence, ......, but fortunately, it was quickly answered.

"Hello, Cleary? Not yet asleep ...... Forget about that, you check that prude's phone number, I lost my phone! Tell me quickly, I have something urgent to tell him!"

"Okay, I'll look for it right away!"

At the same time, inside the [Rosebud Mansion], the maid who had already changed into her pajamas but had been sleeping, and who had rushed out when she heard the phone ringing, quickly flipped through the address book and looked it up.

Quickly, Cleary picked up the phone again, "Got it, Boss Assahelis! Boss Assumption? Hey, boss, you still there?"

But there was another man's voice on the other end of the phone, "What is this place?"

Cleary subconsciously said: "[Rosebud Mansion] ah ...... Huh? Who are you, the owner of Azaccheus?"

The man on the phone said: "This gentleman is drunk and has just collapsed ...... [Rosebud Mansion]? Okay, I'll send this gentleman back."

"Huh?" Cleary was about to ask for more, but the call had been disconnected.

But when she called back, the phone was turned off.

Cleary couldn't help but grow uneasy.

......

The passerby who answered the phone had fallen to the ground.

Mr. Azaccheus was now two men directly on the ground, even covering his mouth - the man in sunglasses was now holding the phone in his fingers, crouched in front of Azaccheus, and laughed softly: "Azaccheus ... I know your name. "

"What are you trying to do!"

The man in the sunglasses laughed lightly, but threw his head back and smashed his forehead into the face of Mr. Assahelis, causing his nose to bleed.

Only then did the sunglasses man laugh, whirled around, stood up, and commanded, "Go, [Rosebud Mansion] ...... seems to have something to do."

......

......

Sister Seline had always felt that it would be sacrilegious to be in a church and yet turn your back.

But the bizarre angelic statue at ...... doesn't seem to connect with the Holy Spirit either.

The boy who called himself Medanzo was never seen again, and Sister Therrien did not know how long she had been in the church.

Several times in the middle of the day, she almost couldn't help but turn around and go over to observe the bizarre angelic statue.

She felt like a demon was living inside her, and she even had a feeling that if she continued to stay here, she would sooner or later be unable to resist.

"Can't look at the statue, then ......"

Silence is an easy state to get carried away with - Sister Therrien looked somewhat distractedly at the door of the church.

Just opening it a little to see what's going on outside shouldn't be a problem, right?

Anyway, Medanzo just told us to avoid looking at the eyes on the angel statue, not to open the door of the church?

She hesitated in front of the door for a moment, but eventually her eagerness to leave overcame her fear of the unknown and slowly opened the church door a fraction ...... then completely!

There is nothing around the church ...... church!

Because this church, surprisingly, was floating ...... directionless, Sister Therrien held the door of the church in horror - she was utterly shocked with what she was seeing!

People, thousands of people! Men, women! Old man, child!

They were dressed in white, pants ...... them, and all of them appeared around the church in the position of a hanged head!

Above, below, left, right, front and back ...... countless people were hanged one by one outside this church!

Scream-!

Sister Seline collapsed to the ground in a flash, her face pale!

Just then, the thousands of ...... endlessly seemingly hanged people actually opened their eyes!

Countless eyes, all at once, looked directly at Sister Therrien!

In an instant, Sister Sallyne seemed to see a great holy light, descending from the sky ...... In the next instant, the holy light shattered everything, annihilating a prosperous, huge, vibrant city, right into oblivion!

"I told you to keep your eyes out."

The desperate scream ...... Sister Selyne has been deaf to the voice and sighs of the mysterious boy.

......

"You're awake."

The touch of the cold floor came to her, and Sister Therrien looked disoriented as the Calvinist scholar ...... surveyed the not-so-bright attic study.

Back ...... back?

Subconsciously, Sister Sallyne said, "Where am I...where am I?"

But the Calvinist scholar now frowned and stared into Sister Selyne's eyes, "So, where did you go again."

Sister Selyne subconsciously avoided Mr. Calvin's gaze, "I...I don't know, well...it was like a pure white place, and I...I was immersed in water, and I...I couldn't breathe, and I wanted to get up, but how Nor could I get up ...... then I woke up and saw you."

"Think about it, is there nothing else but the pool?"

Sister Seline shook her head, "Mr. Calvin, what the hell just happened?"

"Looks like you didn't go there." The Calvinist scholar, however, breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "You should just be entering the subconscious space. The subconscious of each of us is a complex world. Don't worry, this is just a side effect of triggering some of the power of the Sacred Ritual in your body, but it won't cause any harm to your body, I promise."

"Mr. Robert...is it cured?" Sister Sallyne was now busy asking questions.

She even looked over her shoulder at Mr. Robert at the table - only to see that Mr. Robert, whose body had been badly burned, had now regained normal skin.

Sister Therrien couldn't help but stare.

"You have more of the sacred ritual power left in you than I expected, so the treatment was successful," Mr. Calvin said slowly, "Robert he, sort of, survived it."

"He...when will he wake up?"

"It depends on his willpower." Mr. Calvin shook his head and said, "After all, he has been using [Holy Water] all the time, and the erosion of his spirit has been very deep."

"The [Holy Water]?"

Mr. Calvin didn't say anything, but just looked at this Sister Therion in silence.

"I see, I won't ask any more questions." Sister Selene nodded and whirled around before hesitating, "So...can I leave now, since the person has been saved anyway ......"

"You can go back." Mr. Calvin nodded and whirled around, "But before you leave, please take this with you."

Looking at a long box sent by a Calvinist scholar, Sister Therrien hesitantly asked, "What is this?"

"When you meet danger, open it." The Calvinist scholar squared off, "This, take it as a return for your help in saving Robert."

"I didn't save the man to ask for a reward." Miss Sister shook her head.

"Then please save one point of self-preservation you may need to use for the sake of the children you have been caring for." The Calvinist scholar said coldly.

"How did you ......"

"When you were unconscious earlier, you kept calling out some names." The Calvinist scholar said casually, "I have a feeling it might have been some children ...... at least, people who are important to you."

Looking at the long box, Sister Therion eventually took it.

......

......

"[The Rose Mansion], this is it."

In front of the mansion's door, Mr. Assahelis' hands were locked in handcuffs, and a coarse, rolled-up strip of cloth was also tied around his mouth.

The man in sunglasses ...... Mr. Fahy now took a look at the mansion building in front of him and was about to push the door.

"Wait a minute, I think I remember something."

One of the men accompanying him said quickly, "Boss Fahie, I remember where I knew about this [Rosebud Mansion]."

"Oh?" Fahy stopped his hand.

The hand now straightened his face and said, "[The Rose Mansion], the inn opened by the saintly father of the [Free City]! appeared above [Traveler's Guide to Freedom City]!"

"The Inn of the Father of Saints?" Fahy frowned, then shook his head, "Not to mention the father of the saints, even the saints of [Freedom City] have already [Holy Fall], so there's nothing to worry about."

Saying that, Fahy directly pushed open the door and walked in first.

......

The moment the door was pushed open, the maid who was sitting quietly in front of the window, slowly opened her eyes.

The maid, who was sitting quietly waiting in front of the window, slowly opened her eyes, and her deep blue eyes seemed to have a vortex ...... dark surge.

"Really, can not stop ah ......."