Trafford’s Trading Club

Romania.

Sunset and the Flower Sea, the castle remains quiet, perhaps more quiet than ever before - having completed the formalities of this country, inherited this castle and everything in this family, the super lucky one in the eyes of the outside world, as Osmond thought.

The near-extinction of the family members of the Ziocescu family, especially the younger generation, is as if it were a secret of burial.

No cops come, no good guys spy, it's like a script that's already written.

He became the protagonist of the script, inherited the entire Ziocescu family, and then… became a pulled puppet called the Black Orchestra.

It is indeed a pulled puppet.

Despite his vast freedom of life, these freedoms require constant service to this mysterious congregation in order to be able to enjoy them.

Succession to the Tsiosescu family? Osmond knew that he was just a tool used by the Black Church to control the vast wealth of the family.

From the upper terrace of the eastern wing of the ancient castle, looking at the center of the courtyard flower sea labyrinth… the ancient well where everything happened, Osmond had to frown.

This is no longer what the original well looked like.

During that time, under the command of Ramias, it had become a huge box of steel plates that had been welded together —— he did not know what his sister, the twin sister of different eggs, was doing every day in the secret chamber beneath this ancient well.

Only... the devil whispers in that strange sarcophagus, day after day in his ears, gradually became clear.

“Mr. Osmond, today's paper. ”

Knocking on the door was a tall, light-skinned Indian woman. Sonam… a woman who represents the Black Church - or was appointed to assist him in dealing with a woman run by the Ziocescu family.

Undeniably… Osmond had a heartbeat when he first saw this skilled Indian woman.

“Somna, do you know what my sister, Ramias, is doing there?” Osmond suddenly asks - even if he inherits such tremendous wealth, even if it looks like an incredible sight, he instinctively resists this feeling of manipulation.

“Then it would be more appropriate for you to ask Miss Lamierce yourself.” Wearing black skirts and high heels, Somna, who appeared as an Under-Secretary, avoided the problem lightly.

Ask her… what she will say, and not here. Osmond muttered to himself.

To be honest, he was reluctant to walk with the woman in the nuns' clothes, but it was as if she was hiding a violent, bloody beast. Even if this woman showed exactly that she was only a few minutes ahead of him in the world.

“Give me the papers, they're just signatures. ”

……

Boom! Boom!

The sarcophagus is shaking constantly, and that noise, too, is coming from this sarcophagus, as if something inside were going to break it at any moment.

At this time, there were seven black priests surrounding the sarcophagus, with silver crosses in their hands, whispering constantly.

“Depending on the circumstances, at least twice as many more men are needed to suppress the puncture man's left hand. ”

Lamias, a somewhat sophisticated nun, is now using a satellite phone to communicate with the management of the Order in a remote place.

Over the phone, male voice, steady, slow.

“Didn't you say that every night the Ziocescu family inherited each other, the seal was successfully completed? ”

“There may be other things that Jonathan didn't reveal back then.” Lamia frowned: “All I know on my side is what he told my mother. When the heir is established in the Chamber of Secrets, the seal will last - even Osmond's, and I will let him in for the last time. ”

“In any event, the seal cannot be broken so easily by the puncture man's left hand for the time being. Development is now, I don't believe, with our current technology, comparable to the ancient seals of hundreds of years ago. Ramias, you come back first. There's a new mission here for you to carry out. The seal of the castle, I'll send someone else to follow it up. ”

Nothing, just a simple response. Ramias then shut down the comms and then walked out of the secret room and back to the ground.

At this point, a helicopter landed on a distant lawn and descended on a man in a suit with a black leather case. Ramias walked forward and the man opened the suitcase on his hand, "As you requested, it has been rebuilt. ”

Ramias nodded her head and lifted up the revolver of a new ten-bomb nest in the suitcase.

Not long ago, she lost the usual one in this place, and she still hasn't found it - this fact is so weird!

The nun with the gun squinted her eyes and pointed a new weapon at the crown of an oak tree in the distance - don't let me know who stole my big gun!

Boo--!

……

……

Ha Chi...!

Sneezed!

Although not very loud, at least Zhang Xuan Rui, who concentrated on his work, was slightly surprised, and a small piece of mud in his hand did not fall off.

She had to look at Lochu sitting on the other side of the bench and found that he was also rubbing his nose gently.

“Got a cold? ”

Lochu shook his head.

If he's going to get sick now, then as a club handler, it's a little too LOW, "it should be dirt. ”

The brush keeps sweeping the dirt attached to the bone, and it does make it easy for the dirt to peel and crash into your nose. Zhang Yu Rui nodded and began to wipe a piece of his hand with his head down.

Because the skeleton obviously has a long history, it becomes incredibly fragile, and each piece needs to be very careful not to let it get damaged - and the two students in the specialty who are called down are basically newcomers, so they work very slowly.

It's been several days, but it's only about halfway through - but it's already possible to see what these skeletons were before they broke.

“This should be the skeleton of a woman. ”

Zhang Rui, who swept the bones, did not lift his head, but suddenly said something.

“Look at the construction of the pelvis, I suppose.” Lochu also responded.

Zhang Yu Rui suddenly stopped and looked up at Rochu again, curious to ask: "Rochu, aren't you curious? ”

“ ”

“Where exactly did Professor Qin Fang dig this skeleton from - according to theory, if this kind of thing is excavated, it is usually built in place and then dug properly. But this is, um... just packing it back? ”

“So?”

“Aren't you curious?” Zhang Yuanrui looked at Rochu with dismay: “This is clearly not the skeleton of the original man. Paleontology is more of an evolutionary search, isn't it? If this is just an ancient skeleton, there is no reason for the professor to carry it back. ”

This skeleton is naturally weird, Rocciu. It's just that he doesn't intend to discuss or study the issue with Cheung Yu Rui.

But at this moment, Miss Zhang across the table suddenly stood up.

Her face was faceless, her eyes faint, she didn't say a word, but she walked towards the door, except that her hands were gently snapped between her waist, and she walked in slim steps, such as a weak willow wind... like a personal change.

PS1: I didn't see the ‘' rudder master last night, so this chapter was added as‘ '(12).

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