Trafford’s Trading Club

Soon afterwards, Unight brought a mask of Lochu's needs.

These three masks are naturally left behind after their predecessors arrived in the warehouse - followed by a tough choice.

Initially, it was intended only to cover up faces and cover up identities in future transactions. But when these three masks are brought out, each one is quite sophisticated.

So Lochu picked up one of the sides and carefully touched the decorations on it - a Venetian mask, undoubtedly, and a half-faced 'Bauta’, which also shaped extraordinarily gorgeous. Lochu subconsciously put it on.

A kind of patch feels open, but quickly disappears, at the end of the day, as if it completely blends into one's skin, not only does it not feel a little dull, but even the face does not seem to feel the weight of itself.

- False mask: Invisible after wearing.

A message like this suddenly came into Rocciu's mind. He looked at Unight curiously: “Can you see me now? ”

“Visually not.” Yu Night calmly said: “But Yu Night can feel the presence of the master. ”

Luo Qiu was stunned, but took the mirror and observed it. He found himself disappeared from the mirror. He took the ‘Bauta’ off after a while.

Although it's a bit hidden with it... it doesn't seem to work with any eggs. He just wants to keep the Guest from knowing who he is, not just being invisible.

But as a trinket, it seems good.

Lochu raised the mask on the second side. A pulp mask. Although it is made of pulp, the hardening technique is OK. White-bottomed golden eyes, cracked lips with red paint... is actually a Japanese fox mask.

Rochu also tried it on.

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Well... it might be useful in places where ancient or modern farming techniques are poor. Then the Japanese fox mask and the outfit that Yu Night made for Rochu were worn aside, so there was still no egg use.

He had to mention the third mask -- a clown mask.

There was nothing uncomfortable with wearing it, and the same information about the clown mask that came with it went into his mind.

The real clown, the ability to see through all the magic.

The so-called magic here is the manifestation of visual fraud through special methods and props, not the magic technique used by supernatural powers.

“Fortunately, it's a white-faced clown, if it's colourful.” Rocciu entertained himself: “And no guest would want to come in and see the boss would be an Uncle Mac, right? ”

Unight obviously doesn't understand, so don't comment.

“That's it. Capabilities still have little effect, but this combination is barely better than the other two.” Rocciu stood up.

With a clown mask, he doesn't look funny right now. Instead, because of the dress chosen by the maid doll, Rochu in the clown mask had a playful and mysterious feeling… but seemed to feel a little worse.

Lochu looked right in front of the full body mirror and wanted to find out what was missing. At this time, Midnight took a certain high hat from the cap room, along with a black cane and a set of white gloves.

Rocchu took his hat and gloves and waved his cane in his hand casually, which felt pretty good.

“Well, call me Mr. Joker later.” Rochu laughed playfully: “There's a clown in this place of desire for a deal, and it seems like it's a good feeling. ”

“As long as you're happy, master. ”

Rochu was going to puke, but at that time the wind chimes in the club lobby rang.

I just had a new outfit and I had a guest soon. I really fell asleep and came to the pillow... Rochu muttered and walked downstairs.

What you see is a young man standing at the entrance with a little nervousness, not choosing to walk in directly, but looking around.

He said it was a young man, but Rochu estimated that he was about a few years older than himself.

It's easy to see the nature and temperament of a person from the way he behaves… is this a well-educated rich man, or a successful person such as a social elite?

“Welcome, this is the Truss Buyers Club, how can I help you… Dear Guest, ”

With his hands behind his back, Lochu walked down the stairs step by step and further observed the young man's reaction.

“Are you?" But the youth carelessly chose not to go any further, still stood at the door, and became more alert.

“Me?” Lo Qiuben intended to smile... and discovered that they were all wearing masks anyway, softly said: “I am the owner of the club, you can call me the owner or... Mr. Joker. ”

Rocky walked up to the young man and ‘smelled’ a familiar smell… the smell of black cards.

Well, this is the third time a deal has been made. This counts as the holder of the black card, except for the fact that it came in on its own.

How many black cards were flown out before the club? Rochu had to mumble again, but didn't leave the conversation with the Guest: “Aren't the Guests going to come in? ”

“Here, can you really fulfill any wish of man?” The young man frowned and asked.

Lo Qiu suddenly struck a ringing finger, then opened his palm, a black card then floated over his palm, only to hear him laugh: “Since the Guest came with a card, he should have confidence in this place. ”

The young man subconsciously touched his chest, even pulled open his suit, looked at his inner pocket and found that the black card that had been hidden there had disappeared.

He took a deep breath and calmed down quickly, silently: "Hello, Mr. Joker. My name is Clock Falling Dust, and I'm really here to make a deal with you. ”

Don't be lazy at the door, Rochu politely made an invitation gesture and said happily, "Yu Night, greet the Guest. ”

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Hot sweats are the most natural thing to do on a hot day, but if you're still sweating in an air-conditioned room at 18 degrees, then... of course it's because of something intense.

The cloud lit a cigarette and watched with satisfaction the woman lying in bed with a delicate smell.

This is an acquaintance of Ancient Yuesai.

There is no background, but there are colors, people are smart, and they want to climb up, so they choose the fastest and most effective method.

Cheng Yun knew what the woman wanted - because he knew exactly what the woman wanted, he had already taken care of Miss Zhang Tianli before his boss had taken care of her.

Of course, this kind of acquaintance is still good, but there's no way to compare it to the natural choice of Zhang Rui, whether it's family or learning talent.

But Sung Yun knows herself, knows what kind of woman she can do whatever she wants, and what kind of woman she can't currently get her fingers dirty.

“Why are you so busy this time without your young boss?” Miss Zhiqiu looked at the clouds with a smile.

Cheng Yun was wondering about it. Only in the afternoon after leaving Ancient Moon Ramadan in the morning, the clock dropped dust and rushed to go to Ancient Moon Ramadan again. Thereafter, the clock dust sent him away, and he alone did not know where he had gone.

Ever since coming to the city, Cheng Yun has been working hard forward and backward, but this time it has been spent. He even wondered if the clock had suddenly cooled down because of the old woman's words during the day.

Damn, it can't go on like this, otherwise everything you can't easily get will be in vain.

This woman, for example, is very motivated, and if she knows she can't do it, she will probably turn her back and disapprove.

Though such a fantastic man, Kung Fu is really good, and he wants to continue playing for a few more days - most importantly, he wants to stay with the clock and gain more trust, so that his position on the other side of the capital will be higher.

“During the day, I saw that Miss Zhang of your family seemed to have invited two people personally to the collection room. I wonder what it was? ”

The woman knew that Cheng Yun had always been very concerned about Zhang Rui, and even more so that he was trying to please his boss. But it doesn't matter, as long as this man can give what he wants. So she didn't mean to tell Sung-yun, what she knew, about Zhang Yu-Rei's preferences.

“The woman is an associate editor-in-chief of a local newspaper and has been here twice before.” The woman recalled: “It was only then that I met the young lady. I don't know about the other guy. He was brought here by Ren Ziling, but he looked very intimate and could be a good friend or a dear brother or something. ”

Cheng Yun took a hard breath of smoke and sprayed it slowly: “A little newspaper vice editor? Hmm..."