Trafford’s Trading Club

Balalaikaqin.

The maid uses 1oz vodka, 0.5oz white carousel and the same amount of lemon juice, and is preparing this cocktail now.

Among the top suites of hotel-style apartments where you can see Moscow's evening view, Unight said that he made a pretty good sound this time and should celebrate.

In the palm of Rocciu's hand, the soul light ball that had just completed the deal and arrived at the bill was floating.

The Moscow night view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window is filled with colorful lights, and this soul light bulb is also colorful.

But it is no longer Kamala.

It's just the way it came from, and as an individual in Kamala, it's disappeared at the moment the deal is done.

“Just like oranges, you peel the skin and you get fresh, sweet, juicy pulp… Kamala is the skin. ”

Boss Lo recalls the maid's explanation of this situation, which was said to have occurred twice before him, when the new boss presided over the club.

But on the previous two occasions, the quality of the soul of the angel that was finally obtained was not this high hidden in Kamala this time.

The tuned Balaleka was lightly placed by the maid on a small round coffee table next to Lochu, “should be a relationship that stripped Camara well from the soul of the Celestial Master. ”

Night also stared obsessively at the soul light ball in the boss's hand, "This time, the master has proved your previous thoughts very well. ”

“Ideas?” Lochu didn't react at once.

Night is memorable, mumbling the phrase that I once heard in my heart, "Would you like to wait if time allowed it to develop fragrances? ”

Lochu lifted the classic glass next to him, theoretically unfamiliar with vodka, and he felt that this well-tuned beverage accidentally served a good entrance.

However, it is also probably because there is no alcohol left to influence his physical relationship.

And there was a little piece of lemon next to it, and Lochu picked up a piece of it that was in his mouth, and the sourness made him squeeze his eyebrows, “Well, why would an angel's soul be in a normal person's body? ”

"- [sic]" I've heard some before, but I don't know much about it. It seems that all angels who make mistakes are punished, reincarnated in the human race, and when angels suffer in the human race, and eventually wash away the sins in their hearts, it can rush back to heaven. ”

“The Lower Calendar…” Rocciu's subconscious tunnel.

The maid sided.

Lochu laughed: “We have the same legend in our country since ancient times. If the heavenly immortals violate the heavenly stripes, they will all be thrown into the mortal world, and will not be able to return to Immortal Class until they have experienced enough catastrophe... Well, that's what the storybook says. ”

The maid nodded: "The kingdom of the master, indeed, has many mythological stories to tell. ”

Lochu took a look at Yu Night.

She had no way of reading the negative books directly, but when they were collected, it was Yu Night who brought them up.

It all goes back to the fact that the previous boss was still there - the previous boss was a qualified old man who couldn't get out of his girlfriend's door in three steps... well, a qualified and handsome old man.

So he started his house at the club, except for the guests who touched the door, which prevented him from showing up, and the collection was handed over to Yunight.

The bookkeeping will automatically remind the maid once the time is almost up - and all she can see is the content of the transaction.

So she probably doesn't know much about heaven... not even.

As for the mythology of the East, it's pretty much the same.

Heaven... Heaven...

……

“Master, do I have something on my face? ”

Unight looked at Lochu and looked at himself, winking and asking.

Lochu shook his head and said softly: “I know you prefer to dress up. But don't worry, I'm staring at you, not necessarily because you have something on your face, or maybe because I just like to watch. ”

Yu Night's eyes lit up and suddenly he stood up and said softly: “Master, wait a minute. ”

To find out what Unight was going to do, Rochu switched to a sitting position and saw Unight walk into the room.

Shortly afterwards, the lights in the room dimmed, leaving only a flashlight on the edge and a warm yellow light.

The sound system placed next to the TV screen also sounded automatically at this time, and the sound of the music suddenly caught Rochu's attention. He subconsciously grabbed past the CD box placed on the sound system.

I took a look at the cover.

Almida Palace.

This is the background music for the Almida Palace ballet.

Lochu knew what might be next, and he looked at the hallway with anticipation, and the moment the music went on, the maid appeared in the hall of the suite.

In such a short period of time, it seems that Unight cannot find authentic ballet costumes, even shoes - but this does not seem to be a challenge for the maid.

Black, silky, dressed on her body, turned into the thinnest and thinnest pajamas, and it was implicit that the white skin pajamas became her dance costume.

On a soft white carpet, there doesn't seem to be a need for dancing shoes either.

Night's left leg rose and her toe fully became the support point for her body, while her right leg extended almost horizontally backwards. Her hands open.

Like wings, swinging slowly.

Her body leaned forward slightly because of the pajamas?

Some of the more wonderful scenery also naturally shows up in front of Lochu.

She was spinning, and she was jumping low, and she stepped on the beat, like a black swan sweeping over a clear lake.

She danced in front of his master in a dance she'd never seen before.

… I just don't tell you what happened to the divider =. = ………

Shh.

It should be the sound of fried eggs... Because of her physique, the maid would use butter that tastes better even if she just fried eggs without the boss having to worry about her fat intake.

Rochu has been able to smell the fragrance of breakfast. He opened the curtains in the living room of the suite and looked at the morning of the city in a good mood.

“Master, the breakfast is almost ready, and the washing is ready.” The maid's voice came from the kitchen.

Lochu stretched out his lazy waist and turned on the TV at random, and saw this news story:

“... the famous painting" Unknown Girl ", which was collected at the Museum of Fine Arts in Trečakov, was stolen about early last night...”