Trafford’s Trading Club

The old door shaft makes a long ‘squeak--' sound when it bites.

Because the windows had not been opened for a long time, the old smell of precipitation in the room had been released for a long time.

Boss Isaac is not from this era, and it's not surprising that the room is set up in front of him in an ancient nature.

Unight didn't come in with Lochu, just stood at the door. It could be out of respect from your former boss, or out of awe.

It could be something else, of course.

This room will probably be a treasure trove in the eyes of a historian -- but in fact, where can everything in this club not be called treasure trove?

Lochu walked to the room near the windowsill, and the curtains were just a light black veil. Also small round table, small square wooden chair. The chair is pulled apart and there are many scratches under the foot of the bench, probably due to a long pull.

Lochu sat directly on the chair and closed his eyes. Boss Essas will probably be sitting here all day long. He doesn't know what it does, but he just feels like he needs to feel it and sit here.

What's his focus when he's sitting here?

A moment later, Rochu, who had nothing to gain, stood up ridiculously and began walking around the room. Next to the other wall is a simple desk, but whether it's a drawer or desktop, it's just empty.

As for the wardrobe in the room, there is only one set of clothes. There's the bed, there's the bedside table, and there's a candlestick on the bedside table, and that's all there is to it at first sight.

So Rochu didn't see the octave in the mouth of the night, which was able to make a tonal sound after a twist.

It's like, apart from that initial letter, my predecessor didn't leave anything for Rochu. Lochu was somewhat disappointed. As he was about to leave, he suddenly glistened and walked to the round table again, squatting down, and the probe looked at the round table floor.

In the same way, he held the bottom of the desk in detail and turned the bed upside down, even on the reverse side of the drawer. Finally, he moved the wardrobe and looked at the cracks on the wall behind the wardrobe and behind the wardrobe itself.

“There's really nothing left... or am I thinking too much?” Rochu spoke to himself.

Ultimately, everything in the room can only be restored to the way it was supposed to be.

Unconsciously, when the sun rose, the breeze blew open the veil that covered the window door, and the sun shined over the glass window. Lochu just found out that it was a window glass. At this point, the fragmented sunlight combines with glassy flower windows to create a gorgeous and eye-catching picture.

The room seemed to be much brighter all of a sudden.

Lochu consciously walked in front of the window, pulled open the curtains, pushed open the glass window, and outside was the commercial street where there was no one in the morning - the one he was familiar with.

Lochu closed the window glass, really intending to pull the black window gauze together, but holding the sun through the window glass, reflected on the wood floor.

That's a line, a neatly arranged pattern —— but I'm afraid that's a word, a very ancient word composition.

But they seem to disappear very quickly, probably because of the angle of the sun. Lochu copied the phone and captured the view on the floor. By then, the text had become blurred and quickly melted into a fragmented light.

Rochu showed Unight the captured image, “Unight, do you recognize these words? ”

Night was just a shake in the head, and it was a surprise.

Even after 300 years of working here, the maid hasn't walked into Boss Isaac's room, and this is the first time she's ever seen anything like it.

But Midnight didn't recognize it, and I'm afraid it's still 300 years old, or something older.

Lochu tried to put this palm over the phone screen, intending to use the ability to authenticate, but only got a response like the altar.

- Text content has been lost, repaired and translated using millennium lifespan.

Lochu thinks there should be a sound here: What—The—FUCK.

But there was another message coming from the altar.

- Sources can be purchased over a 10-year lifespan.

Well, I guess we should do it again: What—The—FUCK.

“Master? ”

Looking at Rocchu as if he were a little silent, Night Tried to ask.

Lo Qiu appealed and cleaned up his mood: “Nothing, at least not nothing. The days ahead are long. And with a goal, it's probably going to be a lot more positive. ”

He later ordered Unight to continue his work, and he returned to his original home.

At this time, Ren Ziling naturally hasn't woken up from her sleep.

It felt like it would take 10 years to buy Lochu, who had a terrific source of text, to copy the captured image directly onto the computer, and then cut some of the clearest looking text into individual images using the diagram software, and then put it together into a brand new image.

Uploaded by ‘know-it'.

Title Content: What text is in the chart.

All you have to do is wait for the enthusiasts to interpret it - if no one knows it, consider the Quora website abroad.

If no one knows… try to earn life.

Speaking of trying to earn his life, Lochu had to start looking over the seven Golden Masters brought by Black Soul 9 this time.

Theoretically stamped black cards should be issued with the kind of object you should choose to make a profit on even discounts.

This is not simply a process where a Guest buys something and then uses the transaction money directly to sacrifice their lifespan.

Through these deals, Rochu realized that he was also a guest of the club - just the biggest. And his lifespan is the only currency he holds.

The purchase of the transaction object information, the identification of the item, the liberation of the soul of Taiko from the white jade card, etc. can be manipulated through his lifespan.

And then there's warehousing —— what comes after warehousing loses the ability to sacrifice. In other words, in future deals, Lochu becomes a substitute for the available lifespan because he wants some kind of deal money. That's technically a consumer behavior, isn't it?

So his life expectancy is not something unprofitable.

The first white card appeared in Lochu's palm, and then it broke and turned into a photon, wrapped around his head like a fog.

Lochu closed his eyes.

……

……

Jiang Chu had already returned to the hospital.

It is not common for doctors like Jiang Chu to arrive early in the hospital, in the early 40s, but he is an elegant and even more famous neurosurgeon.

Talent, fame and wealth, divorced from his ex-wife 10 years ago and still single, so Jiang Chu is the object of admiration of many girls in the hospital.

Jiang Chu brewed a cup of coffee and sat in front of his desk. As he was about to watch several patient records on hand, a black card with a strange golden pattern was stuck in one of the files sometime...