Trafford’s Trading Club

Vera began to gauge the environment in this room carefully.

Because it was daylight, so the light was good, she could even see every detail of the room... but at this point she heard the mysterious guy in front of her.

“Miss Vera, the window on the left is the lawn after you go out, and the road after you go over it. Now that nobody's here, it's probably the best time to leave the estate. ”

“I don't know what you're talking about. Who's Vera? ”

The sound coming out of the clown's headband is steady - because it's made through a transducer placed in the headband.

Just like that night.

Today, this mysterious guy still knows who she is. So instead of making her body tend to swing towards the left, she swings slightly to the right.

“If you go out on the right, it's where the hacienda keeps the wolves. Looks like Miss Vera thinks I'm lying to you?” The owner of the club shook his head at this point: “I don't have to lie to you. ”

“That's funny. Will anyone believe what an unknown person has to say? ”

“Exactly. ”

Lochu nodded, "For Miss Vera, there is no degree of mutual trust between us at this time. So what do you say? I don't want this auction to be unexpected, so I'd like to ask Miss Vera to leave, or go back to your original place right now, as a simple guest, for a waiting event. ”

“Now that you've said it, we're not trusting each other…” Vera laughed coldly.

She walked in the room similarly and casually -- to the right, and said, "Why should I satisfy your hopes? Besides, why do you want to make sure this auction works? What exactly is your relationship with the owner of this estate? What the hell do you want to do? ”

“I'm sorry, I can't tell you about that. ”

"Miss Vera, just think of it as something I'm doing after-sales or something. So I hope Miss Vera doesn't bother me. ”

“Oh, really? But I, from a young age to a big age, felt like trouble. So... sorry! ”

The tone accelerated suddenly, and Vera's body instantly began to rush towards the window to the right! Her legs glanced hard, then her body slammed into the window, her hands quickly pushed the window away, and then flipped out.

The posture is like a cloud-flow, like a diver jumping on a high platform.

Lochu shook his head and looked at his maid, curious: “I was just going to say let her run to the right, do you think she'll run to the left? ”

Night smiled, “I don't think this lady is in the mood to think about it anymore. ”

Lochu walked up to the window and looked down at the past, softly: “I suppose so. ”

……

Damn, asshole, dammit... fuck * *!

Vera had to repeat in her heart the malicious verbal abuse over and over again.

How did that happen?

On the right side of the clear choice, it is clear that such a perfect landing is right, both of which are actions that will allow her to leave the room.

But why?

Why does this place really have a wolf dog?

And there's more than one… it's an eight-headed, huge wolf dog.

Back and forth, left and right, she was obviously surrounded by these trained big guys!

Beginning to get wetter inside the already muffled headset. In the face of an eight-step werewolf dog, Vera had to exudate cold sweat - perhaps dealing with these dogs at the same time was not necessarily a suicidal act, but was definitely capable of exposing her behavior.

She had to raise her head and look up at the window she had pushed open on the second floor... and look at the abominable guy watching the play, shrugging: “I think we should fix this, the relationship of distrust between the two sides? ”

“Go back.” Rochu said softly.

Eight naughty werewolf dogs suddenly looked like cats and didn't scream. Turning around, they ran away quickly. The magic made Vera realize: “Are you a circus trainer? ”

Boss Luo suddenly said: "The auction is about to start. If Miss Vera is not going to leave, can you join me? ”

“I don't seem to have a choice?” Vera shrugged her shoulders.

She unmasked her face and fanned the airway: "How did you know who I was? ”

“I think if you don't know that...” Rochu said softly, "we don't have the right to say that we can serve you, Miss Vera. Come on, I want to join before Miss Vera you need to change back into your original clothes. ”

Meanwhile, this second floor is facing the window below, and suddenly it opens —— the moment it opens, Vera sees Vika —— and her buddy looks surprised.

“You're back? So soon?”

Looking at Vika's surprised face, Vera looked up subconsciously... and the window was closed.

What the hell is going on?

She just stepped on the noted route a day ago, and it seemed like a complete mess —— spinning around, she went back to her original starting point?

“Is there anything up there?” Vika scouted out and looked upstairs as well.

Vera takes a deep breath in the airway: "Go back to your room, change your clothes, and we'll go to the auction. ”

“ …… ”

So, what's the point of going out?

Vika a capitalized pussy face.

But Vera had quickly climbed into the window and walked into the room, quickly changing her original clothes. As Vera pulled the zipper behind her dress, she looked at herself in the mirror —— she left the room, just walking down the path of the estate, and she appeared again in her head.

She asked herself how well she remembered. Even though the estate is huge, she still has the confidence to reconstruct it in her own mind.

Suddenly, Vera pressed her hands against the sink and her eyes approached the mirror.

Her eyes suddenly changed a little bit, turning blue… tapered pupils.

“I didn't go wrong… but why is there such a huge difference between the scene and the composition? ”

It's so mysterious... like an unsolvable puzzle!

Oh, my God, as a magician, Vera has sworn herself to unravel this wonderful place.

All of a sudden, Vera's body seemed exhausted and she lay almost down on the sink. She took a deep breath, washed her face and calmed down.

She knew that she was probably responsible for the overuse of her brain, so she had to stop this intense use of her brain.

But at this point, in her heart, somehow she had this strange idea that the guy was more like a magician than he was.

……

……

Similar to the Tea Party - in this room, decorated like a court.

“Sorry, sorry. Something's going on. Thanks for waiting. ”

Yuri had revealed himself at the last hotel, but at the beginning of the day, he was wearing a mask that covered his face.

But nobody cares about his behavior. Because, as Yuri walked in, behind him, two men were moving in something covered in white cloth.

Today's theme… what is this thing, has been called out!

“I'm sure you're wondering why I have a copy of" Nobody's Girl. "” Yuri took a look at the people on the scene.

He saw the owner of the club sitting really quietly in the corner. But by Lochu's side, there were obviously two more people. But he didn't care.

The time he had, he was not allowed to think about it.

The moment the white cloth was lifted, the scene almost sounded the same low voice.

“Incredible. ”

A man who seemed to be an elderly man gathered in front of the painting. He had a small magnifying glass in his hand, and he was watching it unforgettably.

Even if it weren't for the guard in front of the painting, I'm afraid he was going to reach out and touch its texture.

“Anything can be faked, but it's the only way to fool people... is this really 'Ivan? Nikolayevich's true! I've been chasing his work for almost half the world!! I'll never get it wrong! ”

“This is the real Unknown Girl? ”

“The last time at the hotel...”

“Didn't the FC get it? Why did you show up at Dickabee's? Is the FC from the Decabees? But... on the other side of the hotel that night, where is it sacred? ”

“I'm more concerned about the low price of this painting! Cut the crap. That's why we're here today! As long as it's real, I'll pay as much as I want! ”

Edgar saw the scene in a similar atmosphere, and this time he stood up and slowly said, “As you know, this painting is priceless. So how much is it worth, and there's no conclusion. So we're not going to give it a price. The auction will officially begin after the first guest calls the auction. ”

Mr. Butler smiled slightly: "Naturally, being able to hold everyone back will be the new owner of this heirloom. So, gentlemen, what are you hesitating to do? ”

“I'll give you a million! ”

In an instant, a slightly fat guest sitting closer to the center directly asked for a price, but looking at almost everyone's gaze at him, he just added: “The euro…”

“The gentleman paid a million euros.” Edgar nodded, bluntly: “For the first time. ”

“Don't be so troublesome. ”

Suddenly, in the other corner, a huge man stood up and said in silence: "250 million euros. Anyone who wants a painting higher than this price, take it! ”

With a black bat mask… Yefim.