Trafford’s Trading Club

Strictly speaking, Lochu is not an orphan because he has legal guardians and relatives.

That's the father's sequel, in short, the stepmom.

It's the stepmother...

However, similar topics did not appear in the mouth or life of Rocchu.

Because looking at the woman who would work day and night for herself seemed to want to give her mother love to herself in any case, Rocho was still more in agreement.

Of course, if it weren't for the owner of this added name in the household book, the woman who had her own legal ‘mother', the most beautiful year of a woman's life, Rochu thought she might be more than happy to shout 'mother’.

People are creatures who are accustomed or accustomed to fleeing grief, as well as people around them.

Theoretically, no one should aspire to loneliness.

“But why would I yearn? ”

Lochu put the word "going out" on the sticker and put it on the door of the refrigerator and went out before the weather got hot.

On the weekends, there were no classes at the university, and he just wanted to be alone, that's all.

……

……

The streets in the morning have begun to buzz.

Probably the reason for leaving early on the weekends.

Fathers plan to take their daughters on a trip, old women hold hands for walks along the banks of the river, people plan to exercise for the weekend to feel the vitality of life, and people start their daily livelihoods.

Form people appear in the sight of Lochu, and then disappear, just like actors on stage in the Grand Opera House, as if they were born to be the best actors, actors in their roles.

Lochu is accustomed to observing but not talking, trying to find out what people are thinking but unwilling to make excessive contact with people.

What is it?

Late adolescence, conflicting periods?

I just want to be alone... the neighborhood starts to get lively, Rocchu shook his head and walked down the street towards a store that should not be officially open.

This should be quiet. Maybe we'll find a pedestrian or two, and then we'll take a good look at it.

The phone plugged in its headset, listened to a less popular song, and Lochu had inadvertently walked into the walking street.

As he expects, there are no doors here, or there are many half-door shops, and occasionally there are one or two that are already open, just selling breakfast bread, etc.

Lochu bought two bags and sat up on a bench on the edge of the street... and nobody seemed to be watching him, even though he seemed so weird alone.

—— ‘Trafford Buyers Club’ ——

With a name like that, suddenly he entered the sight of Lochu.

I don't mean to remember the extent of everything around me, but if it was a store with this weird name, would you have some impression or something?

The sign looks like one word split and put together, with a wooden structure across the door, an oil lamp on the left that looks very European and, on the other hand, a clearer window.

Barely able to look at some of the little setups in the windows, they attract Lochu in.

Wearing gorgeous dolls, small pendulum clocks that seem to have stopped spinning, as well as artwork like grizzly bear claws, shattered but seemingly particularly attractive fisherman hats.

“Guest, do you want to come in and take a look? ”

As Lochu stood in the window looking at these strange ornaments, a voice suddenly appeared beside him.

It was an unusually pale girl who seemed to be in line with his grade.

Black and white, Gothic maid costumes in timeless tones, overall look like a woman with morbid beauty. But Lochu doesn't have much time to pay attention to these.

Looking at the other person's precious blue eyes, it's really fascinating, it's like a gem, a gem with strange magic.

Like a whirlpool.

By the time Lochu reflected, he had walked into this strange club. He can't even figure out how he got in.

It's like in a movie, where the image suddenly switches.

“Guest, have some tea. ”

With sapphire eyes, skinny body, the girl in the Gothic maid costume, which is not uncommon in this era, brought a cup of flower tea to Rocciu.

“The Los Angeles flowers can give your Guests peace of mind. One can only think of what one needs in peace of mind. ”

“Oh... you're the only one in this store? ”

I really can't think of what to say, but now that I've walked in somehow, Rocciuso's sex is at ease, just to see if it's not consuming, and it's not particularly unusual.

It's just that this strange shop has given Lochu a different curiosity.

Though he walked in, he still didn't know what the hell was going on here.

“No, my lord, I'll come out and talk to you soon.” The girl smiled and walked into the inner house.

Master, is the boss funny?

Section…

Shaking his head, Rochu began to gauge everything here.

It seems to continue the style of the outside windows, all strange, which should be completely out of tune, but it's not weird to just place it like this, but rather it looks like it has a mysterious smell.

The shops are used to entertain guests, like the western divination houses that Lochu has seen, in a generally dim tone, and are not even lit with incandescent lamps, but with long white candles that stick well over the candlestick.

Looks like the boss did spend a lot of time here.

The wait was somewhat longer than Rochu had estimated, but curiosity kept him waiting. It's just that attention has been drawn to what's on the display cabinet around you.

Those are two beads that are held together with a stent, red, like some kind of gem, and then covered in a delicate glass container.

Somehow, Rochu imagined them as the moon in the night sky. But thinking about how two moons appeared in the sky, and still red, Rochu couldn't help but smile.

“Do you like these Red Moons? ”

Finally heard another voice besides that of the girl, which seemed to be the so-called boss who refused to come out.

Lochu turned around and saw a well-dressed, well-dressed, middle-aged man - rightly so, a foreign middle-aged man.

Unlike a maid, his eyes are cloudy grey... and speaking this language seems unusually fluent. If you don't look at yourself, you probably can't think of a foreigner, can you?

The other one is a very handsome uncle, which is also remarkable...

“I'm just looking.” Lochu answered subconsciously.

The owner, like the maid, gave Lochu a mysterious colour.

At this point, the boss smiled and walked to the display cabinet, gently pulling out the glass container.

He looked at Rocciu and said, "This‘ red moon ’is something that only people from tribes living on the ancient Latin American continent would have. The tribe's eyes change to this beautiful redness when it comes to grief or anger, or joy that there is no way to bear. And beneath the night moon, there will be a wonderful glow. Of course, this tribe has been extinct… because of these beautiful eyes. This may be the only Red Moon in the world. ”

Is that an eye?

Luo Qiu was stunned and thought he was listening to a very ridiculous story. What's even more ridiculous is that he actually listened to it all.

But I thought the boss's appearance was a bit special, and Rochu asked, “Since it's so precious, boss, how much are you going to sell? ”

The boss smiled softly: "This requires the Guest to set the price personally. Because this is a club that belongs to the buyer… so if you want to get these 'red moons’, take out what the Guest thinks fit. In addition, we do not accept any form of currency. ”

So... this is a strange shop for deep well ice run by the owner of deep well ice?

“Don't you like it? ”

The boss didn't seem disappointed either, putting things away and enthusiastically pulling Lochu back down, “So let's talk about what the Guest wants to buy. ”

“What do you want to buy…” Rochu laughed. “I don't even know what this place is for. ”

Shaking his head, Rochu stood up and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have anything to buy… Of course, this store is special and I should come back and check it out if I have time. ”

“You can buy anything, you can buy anything you want… of course, you have to pay enough for the Guest. So... what exactly do you want, Guest? ”

The boss sat quietly, smiling with extraordinary confidence, silently looking at Rochu.

Today doesn't seem as boring as it is on weekdays.

Lochu looked into the boss's eyes and lost consciousness for a while.

What do you want?

Rocciu thought about it subconsciously… it became quiet and quiet to give Rocciu a sense of peace.

Here… as if it were a different world, to be able to see the pedestrian outside… but the pedestrian outside never seems to notice its existence.

Just watch, watch, watch...

“This place… I want, this place. ”

Lochu slowly gave his thoughts at this point.

And of course, just for a moment, he felt like he was awake, and he felt like he was sweating in cold sweat with all this thought.

The boss's face suddenly became strange, seemed happy, seemed to be expecting, but more importantly... it was urgent.

“Dear Guest, One of the rules of the 'Trafford Buyer's Club' is that when you say what you want, the deal goes into process. If you don't say what you want to pay, I will do the pricing. So… as you wish. I will sell you the 'Trafford Buyer's Club' and use your freedom as trading gold...”

The world seems to be completely upside down, swallowed up by darkness.

In front of Rocchu, an old parchment roll slowly unfolded, and he couldn't even see the text on the parchment roll, but saw his name begin to appear little by little.

Then it's burning.

Burn fast.

Darkness devoured him.