Trafford’s Trading Club

But with more bullets, Lochu doesn't know where Yunight came from.

Although said to have played with firearms, they were all in public spaces, accompanied by commissioners. Rochu's father walked away for a few years, and he hasn't actually touched anything like this in years.

While not forgetting everything, it's probably just an empty shelf that needs to be practiced.

The club gave him the ability to travel freely, and in the second half of the night, Rocchu played this once obsessed shooting game in the wilderness hills on one side, accompanied by Unight.

Bang, bang, bang, bang--!

Only small animals in the wild mountains are shocked, yet more than a dozen magazines have been unwittingly used.

A refreshing sensation of oil came alive, Roquette rubbed some sour shoulders, looked at the concrete results of the last shot, and laughed: “Is it okay? ”

Yu Night laughed, “Master, just be happy. ”

Of course, Rochu knew the grades were a little miserable, but there was nothing embarrassing about it. He just handed over his pistol to Night Custody and waved. On the left was the door to the club, and on the right was his way home.

“If a guest comes, call me back.” Lochu tried to explain something: “If I could, I was still me, an ordinary college student living in the city, and I had a wonderful stepmother at home. ”

Yu nodded his head and disappeared to the right with his eyes on Lochu.

The evening back at the club didn't stop either, just sitting quietly and never closing his eyes, but his blue eyes dimmed.

This is already a break for Unight.

But when the wooden door at the door was pushed open, and the moment the bell rang, the maid who had served here for 300 years, she stood up and had a beautiful smile on her face.

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When I woke up early, Ren Ziling had already gone to work.

As is normally the case, Rochu should have taken a shuttle bus to go to college at this time. It's just that he's not ready to go back to school yet.

Rochu doesn't have many friends in the university - in fact, most of the students who walk into the university, not many who can have real friends.

There are many people in the same class, but that is the level of awareness. Not everyone is enthusiastic about interpersonal relationships and is proud of the vastness of their interactions. Because of the tremendous amount of travel, there are actually not many people willing to pull their lungs out for you.

Of course, there are not many friends, and the lack of school involvement is a reason, while the main reason is the professional problems of Lochu.

Even today, Rochu still has the idea that he must have been bowed down before choosing this profession.

It seems that the new majors opened only a few years ago, even in the current fourth grade, have yet to be graduated.

Paleontology majors, the classes that Lochu is currently in, if he counts for himself, are only two.

Although it was known that this profession would have been chosen, more or less because it had not yet emerged from the grief of his father's death and was reluctant to stay in a crowded place. There is even a self-inflicted situation.

But by now, Rochu still thinks: Must have been lowered...

Paleontology, however, also has the benefit of paleontology. For example, the curriculum is quite wide and even small enough to make literature students feel poignant. For example, only one old professor holds classes, and the old professor leaves classes more often than Rochu as a student...

So, even if you don't take classes for a week all of a sudden, the transcript at the end of the semester won't hang up because of low attendance - there's only one course instead of a generic one.

It was said that the profession had to be able to do so because of the insignificant dealings between the old professor and the school side. I heard that the old professor was very obsessed with paleontology research, so he went on to open a new specialty and diverted funds from it to support direct research and so on.

So you can save even the only classmate in your class from taking time off.

After washing up, Lochu poured a glass of warm water and sat in front of his computer, starting to look through satellite maps to see where the bug demons needed to be guarded at night.

While it is also possible to look directly at it with the capability of shuttle, in fact, what the naked eye can see will never be more macroscopic.

This is the time of the morning - the bug demon said he was rotting because he ate food that contained harmful substances, so Lochu was more of a fan of finding sources on the map that could lead to bug demon poisoning.

It wasn't until noon that Lochu turned off his computer and went back to the club.

There have been no new guests since last night.

Lunch for Roquette on the evening was risotto beef served with a small plate of sour cucumber, bread and caviar, and finally red vegetable soup that had already been eaten once.

Rocciu carefully detailed the look of the bread, "Is this supposed to be Lariba? ”

“Well, this one does call it a tune.” Unight laughed: “Of course, it's just plain bread, but it's bigger and harder. ”

Rochu looked at the very neat, even artistic, dining style and laughed: “These should be common Russian things, especially red vegetable soup, which has been made for the second time. Looks like Yu Night loves Russian food? ”

Unight just laughed and didn't answer Rochu's question positively.

But it should be possible to deduce something - for example, that the night was made by an alchemist, a doll that sealed the soul. If you call yourself an alchemist, you will naturally not be an Orientalist in the country where Lochu is located.

So the alchemist is likely to be a Russian, or someone from a nearby country. And that cold country, it could also be the home of the soul in Unight.

However, Rochu once asked Yunight if he would remember what he was like before he became a doll.

And she just shook her head, and the blue eyes seemed a little dim.

“Does the owner… not like this type of dish?” Unight suddenly asked.

Dolls don't need to eat, but the evening can produce delicious dishes. Perhaps this is the soul that is sealed in the doll, the only thing associated with memory.

Midnight's the most cooked thing in 300 years. Probably these Russian dishes too?

“It's okay, I don't pick much food.” Rochu shook his head, "but if he ate it simply like this, it might not taste original. ”

He looked at Yu Night and smiled, “So, if there's a chance, let's go to Russia and cook with the latest ingredients there, shall we? I think it's going to taste good. ”

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Rocchu felt like he was seeing a hint of anticipation in these beautiful sapphires.

After lunch, Roquette guarded the club, chatting with Yu Night, and began to explore the world hidden in human society, belonging to the monsters.

Until the time of the appointment with the Bug Demon, Rocchu was completely caught up in the strange things in the mouth of the night. It wasn't until Night was a thoughtful reminder of the time that Lochu hastily opened the transmission to the agreed place, one doll at a time, which had appeared above the earth beneath the crescent moon.

The neighborhood is full of forest orders, and there is also a river flowing from the west, not far from where you can see the shadows of the building complex, and the faint lights emitted from it.

It's a chemical factory that landed here. There appeared to have been news of the private discharge of sewage in the early years, and later it was exposed and then suspended for rectification, as if it had been reopened.

The river in front of it glistened to the crescent moon, but a few years ago it might have been cloudy, and even floating fish bodies - I wonder how long the river would have been clear?

“Master, the guests are here.” Unight suddenly cautioned in Lochu's ear.

Pulling his eyes and thoughts out of the river, Lochu took a deep breath and turned to lead his second Guest with a smile.

It's not moving fast, it's probably a bug-related thing, but the outfit is no different from what we saw last night.

The bug demon swallowed the land slowly or ‘moved’ into front of Rochu with a hint of joy: "You, indeed, are here. ”

Lochu measured some of the nights and the surroundings were quite nice, quiet and cool, and if there was a book to read, perhaps it wouldn't be too boring to spend the night.

Just the fact doesn't seem simple, a sharp scream, at this moment suddenly close, the square is ringing, watching the bug demon suddenly start to tremble, Rochu knows that it is probably the enemy of the bug demon mouth.

Hmm... a 120-year-old mantis monster?

That's really something to see.