Trafford’s Trading Club

You can't get souls from killing with your own hands, only souls from trading can be sacrificed - second of the club trading rules.

If the other party has malicious intentions, the right to eliminate the owner of the club - the tenth of the club's trading rules.

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Once the well was opened, a corner of a stone staircase leading underground was exposed. After a while, it seemed to wait for the air change inside to be complete before Jonathan walked in with an oil lamp in his hand.

The old butler stopped outside the entrance, humbled: “Ladies and gentlemen, please come in. ”

Heasta stared closely, first following Jonathan into it. After him, everyone followed the stone ladder.

The butler didn't end up walking in, just waiting in front of the entrance to the ancient well.

“Is there such a basement in the castle? ”

“Looks like it's hundreds of years old? ”

“Perhaps more than that. ”

It's about 13 meters underground. At the end of the day, there is a passage that only allows one person to pass through. About twenty or thirty meters later, it is a raw iron gate. Years of humidity have made the gate rusty.

Jonathan opened the door again with the key, and the crowd walked in.

Big space.

The whole exhibits a circular structure with a total of twelve stone columns at the edges to support it. This is a space of about 300 square meters, on a ring wall, carved with many, many identical figures.

Dressed in ancient sights, with swords in both hands… this is the head of a generation of the Ziocescu family. There seems to be one of the many contemporary portraits kept in the castle.

And the weirdest part is that in the middle of this underground space, there's this sarcophagus, and it's placed on three levels of circular steps.

Mr. Jonathan suddenly walked over to the door and said softly, "You guys, sit down... don't say anything, I'll be back in half an hour, and I'll pick out an heir from you. ”

Jonathan closed the Iron Gate directly, ignoring the questions of the future generations.

The rule passed down from generation to generation is to seal the devil at the expense of the souls of future generations. But even at the expense of the soul, sealing time is limited.

Then calculate life as well, taking the longest seal time. When the sealing time expires, it is the end of the sealer's life.

Only a young, powerful soul can obtain the longest seal. Young people have nothing to say, and the choice is for descendants under thirty.

And the soul is strong...

For centuries, even in the seal, the devil still wanted to be able to escape. The devil curses the whole Ziocescu family, and the powerful descendants of the soul can hear whispers from the devil as long as they come close, or slightly, can be restless and see some strange phantoms.

It stays within half an hour, can be heard, can be seen, but is not affected. Of course, in order to deny this secret to future generations, and thus to disguise it in order to acquire this inheritance right, silence needs to be maintained before it begins… The most responsive is the qualified heir - the Ziocescu family, which has been following such ancient rules for centuries.

Jonathan did so thirty years ago, as did his uncle earlier.

This is also an impossible move. At first, such rules were set solely because of the grievances of their ancestors, but with the infinite suffering of the sealed demon, the Ziocescu family had to.

Age and infinite suffering have allowed the demons to accumulate resentment against the Tsiosescu family. If the soul is not pure and affects the strength of the seal, thus giving the devil a chance to escape, it will be a devastating blow for the Ziocescu family.

After all, the place of the deal is the place where the money comes from. Simply put, it's every penny.

“Before sunrise.” Jonathan silently counts time.

All of a sudden, he heard footsteps coming forward. Jonathan frowned... who else came in? Housekeeper? No, the butler couldn't have come in, and he wouldn't have.

The same young man with the oil lamp appeared before Jonathan. Jonathan frowned in surprise: "Osmond? Why are you here? ”

Osmond looked at Jonathan with his eyes open and said softly, "Don't you... want me to come? ”

Jonathan frowned: “There's nothing wrong with you here, go back. ”

And Osmond suddenly laughed, “It turns out... there are things hidden here that don't belong to the Chiosescu family, right? ”

“Get out!” Jonathan sighed suddenly, "This isn't where you should be! ”

“Why? Afraid I'll know all the dirty, vile, even dehumanizing things you're hiding?” Osmond walked in step by step.

Jonathan was about to say something, but at this point he suddenly heard a scream coming from inside the door... angry screams.

Shout out.

Jonathan's face changed slightly, ignoring Osmond's arrival, and opened the door quickly.

The scene in front of him broke his heart.

What did he see?

Several fell into the bloodstream… apparently the first to fall was a woman. At the same time, a young man from one family was being pressed to the ground by several others at the same time… a dagger was held in the hands of the young man.

Blood stain.

Crazy.

“Let go of me! Let go of me! Only those who survive will truly receive the legacy of the Ziocescu family! You're all going to die! ”

The covered young man is screaming wildly right now!

Jonathan was amazing when he heard it... did that demon bring such a strong whisper or fantasy that it was just a glance of time before people lost their minds?

No… he could hear the devil whisper as if he were making a mockery.

It's not a trick, it's like... watching a great show! Jonathan can feel it… because he is the sealer of his generation!

It wasn't just the young man covered, but the rest of them all had a smudging look on their faces. Like a demon, right under their eyes.

It's red! It's dark red.

“Mad... stop them!” Jonathan shouted, “Go stop them! Who's coming... Heasta! Heasta! ”

He's old, and now he's looking down at the silent Heasta.

“You... want to die, too?” I didn't expect Heasta to look up at his grandfather with hatred at this moment, "what a vicious old man... you want us all buried here, don't you? ”

“Heasta, what are you talking about? ”

“Bullshit?” Heasta suddenly had dark red eyes and a slight tremor in her body, just like all the different young people who appeared: “I heard... I heard... the demons hidden here... I knew it! The secrets of the Tsiosescu family! Of course, your selfishness! You old bastard! ”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Jonathan took a deep breath and sighed, “Obviously you lost your mind, too. But I need you to wake up, now! ”

“Ha-ha-ha! Osmond! Osmond!” Heasta, pointing her finger at Osmond behind Jonathan at this moment, grinned, “There's no such thing as picking an heir! You have identified your heirs long ago... let us come here just to fill this demon with our own lives, in accordance with ancient homeschooling? Then Osmond can easily and happily get everything from the Ziocescu family! ”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Jonathan was angry: “The heir to the will, I didn't stand up at all! ”

“No?” Heasta sneered. “Aren't you going to admit it? Then why didn't you let Osmond in? Isn't he from this family? ”

“It's not something you should care about. Now, stop everything here! ”

Heastahaha laughed, “Don't you dare say that? You can't say what you really want, can you? I don't dare say... Osmond wasn't your grandson at all, he was your own son, was he? You wouldn't dare say that because of your ugliness, because of your filth, your daughter got pregnant with her own child, right? ”

“You…” Jonathan's face changed dramatically, suddenly asthmatically and painfully grabbed his chest.

“You're guilty, aren't you? You're dying, aren't you? You made that determination because you were dying, didn't you? You know... Osmond is the right guy! But you won't let him carry everything from the Ziocescu family! So you'd rather sacrifice us! ”

“Hu...”

Jonathan completes his sentence with nothing, and when he opens his mouth, he feels a strong angina.

“You vicious old man... I will not let my destiny be laid upon you!” Heasta's eyes are completely red: “I will not give up everything I have! Let him bear it... you guys! ”

Heasta jumped wildly at Jonathan and hid a knife in his sleeve.

The knife penetrated Jonathan's stomach without suspension and then twitched violently.

Jonathan's eyes zoomed in and eventually fell to the ground, and he felt his life flowing fast, and he watched Heasta instantly turn around and fly towards Osmond.

Osmond was horrified for a while!

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“Well… what a wonderful voice. ”

Before Koi's entrance, the club's maid was gently grinding her ears, making her side ears listen.

She looked back at Rochu and said, "It's been a long time since I've heard such a wonderful voice. ”

Although I haven't known each other long enough, Boss Lo still has a feeling that it's the first time he's met each other. Lochu glanced at the old butler who fell aside.

He watched Osmond knock him out and walked in.

He doesn't have that kind of hearing yet, but from the maid's slightly cheerful look, what's going on in there?

“Go down and take a look. ”

If that's what the club has been burying for centuries, then face it.

As I was thinking about it, Unight suddenly turned slightly, and Lochu turned around sensibly.

There was a nun walking between the grasses, slowly coming.

“This place is desolate and I can't believe there are other guests.” The nun said softly.

Some of the notes about the black cult that floated in Roquette's heart were a step away: “We didn't mean to be involved in what was happening in there, we're just visitors at the moment. ”

And the nun suddenly said, "So whatever I do, you're not going to care, are you? ”

Lochu nodded.

I really just wanted to come and collect the bill...

“But it's hard to believe a word like that...” The nun suddenly laughs, "especially the guy with the tail out of his head. ”

Lochu shook his head and said that no more action had actually come. So he just let go of his body and let go of the way he wanted to go into the basement.

The nun was silent for a moment, walking straight towards the entrance to the ancient well.

She walked past Lochu's position, but suddenly had a short body and appeared in a semi-squat position, while the nuns' robes spoke at the same time at this moment.

Myoman had no stockings in his hidden legs, but his exposed thighs were tied to a black bag - a silver and white pistol.

Pull it out.

In a breathtaking, cloudy motion.

The first reaction to watching all this happen up close was... so handsome.

However, when the nun pulled out the silver and white pistol hidden in her thigh, the moment the electroluminescent stones pointed at Rocciu, it was also the moment when her body flew backwards.

Because at the moment when the nun pointed the gun at Lochu, the club maid had kicked over the nun and kicked her out.

Boss Luo's exclamation had just risen, and the intuitive feeling came over there - the nun seemed to be a pun...

PS1: These chapters, as stated in the text, are an overdramatic plot similar to that of beginner teaching. By the way, there are some strange things that accompany the club's pie after the monster... so Mr. Lo is not very active.

PS2: But I love the new character Sister Ramias. And why do you like it? Of course, because I made it, Sister, and I asked you if you like it. Like it or not? Like it or not?

PS3: So is it Urban or not? Of course it is... the wonderful story in the urban coat, laugh ~

PS4: Wait, even if it's an excessive plot, isn't it a person who ends up being inactive as a protagonist? One more thing at night, maybe later, because I'm going to the hospital for an infusion, and I can't handle the fever, so I might take a nap when I get back.

PS5: Somebody give me the membrane =. =