Trafford’s Trading Club

The moment Alex turned around, Rocciu shook his gaze.

The so-called Dream Eater, the main body is actually... is it still a pixie? Alex's back seemed to have changed and became swollen.

And the hands that come out of the sleeves are like hooves. Perhaps on the front, the nose is as long as the nose, but much shorter.

Rocciu blinked, and Alex's back was like changing the projection of the negatives and reverting to the way it was. Finally, he opened the door and walked out, never turning back.

He had accomplished his task of delivering something to his predecessor and had unexpectedly harvested something that was still delicious.

I guess it's a pretty good mood —— but leaving like this, it's like leaving a mess here?

“Was this the way all former guests were?” Rochu suddenly asked curiously.

If it is a Guest, the maid will not deliberately erase the Guest. She tried to keep herself in the perspective of the spectator: “Mr. Alex is also quite a special guest among those who have made multiple deals. He will not stay in a place for too long, but will always be on the road. ”

Lochu subconsciously looked over at the girl lying on the couch. After her nightmare was eaten, she became so peaceful.

The maid suddenly said, "But after eating the nightmare, the nightmare is not left. ”

Lochu looked at his maid curiously.

“Just eating this part of the nightmare, which gives birth to the idea that the person eating the dream is' no longer similar '. So what Dreamwood eats, perhaps, is just this prayer of' hope not to reappear ’. And for those who are eaten of dreams, her roots are still there. ”

As her master blinked, the maid tried to speak more carefully: "For example, humans planted fruit trees. Each result is collected after, but the tree itself is still there, and it will continue to result... Master? Don't you get it? ”

Rochu shook his head, “No, I was just thinking that you always knew a lot... well, she woke up. ”

……

But when she woke up, she didn't make herself clearer because the nightmares were eaten. She rubbed her eyebrows and looked around blindly.

Or the living room, or the owner of the little villa, and then the maid, and the little girl who fell asleep, Lina. By the way, Gloria hasn't woken up, either, or she's sleeping on the other side of the couch.

“Am I asleep...” Ali patted herself gently on the forehead, "I really wanted to have a dream, a little...”

Her eyes were a little more obscure.

"What is it?" said Rochu. ”

“A little...” Ali frowned, but quickly shook her head: “Nothing... by the way, haven't they come back yet? ”

Lochu nodded: “In fact, I've never seen Mr. Brigham and Ryan as if they had appeared. ”

“Really...”

She instinctively thought they were saying that Brigham and Ryan hadn't come back yet… As for this strange expression, it's probably that people in an Eastern country are unfamiliar with Russian grammar and occasionally make mistakes, etc.

Though she has always wondered how incredible this young villa owner could have such a pure national accent.

By the way, when did I fall asleep? ”Ellie tried to remember her earlier,“ and by the way, did you ask me any questions? ”

“Are you Miss Ellie?” Lochu suddenly asked.

“Didn't I introduce myself before?” Ali looked stunned and shook her head: “Your question is strange. ”

Rochu laughed. “I'm very sorry. Think of it as an occupational disease. I always need to talk to my Guests about some issues… well, it's kind of consulting work. Because while many Guests are often eager to get what they want, they can't clearly grasp what they need. ”

Ali frowned: “But you can't guarantee that what you're leading must be what the Guest really wants... Isn't that too subjective? ”

“Spectators are always clearer.” Rochu said softly, "But Miss Ally was right, and I can't guarantee that, so I'm still trying to figure out what I want, and the Guest himself. ”

“You... aren't you a psychiatrist or something?” Ali laughed, “You give me that feeling. Of course, I'm not making fun of it or anything. In fact, it's kind of fun to talk to you. It doesn't look so boring. ”

“Thank you.”

Ali stretched out her waist, like a lot of spirits at once, "As Brigham said, there's always a mysterious color in the East, isn't there, you're not ordinary people? ”

It's like a joke —— for Ali at the moment, it's really just a joke, just to keep it from looking so dull here.

Lochu glanced casually at the window outside the living room and then looked at Ally and said, "If we are businessmen who can sell anything to our guests, does Miss Ally think this is ordinary? ”

“Anything?” Ali was stunned, seemingly wondering what the scope of this so-called anything was.

“Yeah, anything. We sell as long as we can imagine it as a Guest and can afford it. Of course, as a Guest, you can also choose not to buy. Because of the choice, it's always on the Guest. ”

Ali blinked and suddenly bit her finger, “Well... isn't that a problem with the statement itself? For example, the Guest does have the option not to buy… but there is no other way for the Guest to buy what he or she wants, other than with you. Well, in this case, as the Guest's autonomy isn't equal anymore? Besides, if he really needed something like this, he couldn't have chosen not to buy it, could he? Just like monopolies. ”

This is the first Guest to discuss this issue with the club owner Lo.

… Full opening of Xuexia attributes??

Ali laughed and said, "So you can't sell everything. This statement is exaggerated and, correctly, only sells what the Guest can afford. And if a Guest can't afford anything at all, it doesn't exist in itself - so what you call anything can be sold should just be an enlarged slogan like advertising. ”

“We can really sell anything.” Rochu bluntly said, "The part a Guest can buy depends on the purchasing power that the Guest has, but the concept of 'no’ does not exist to us as a supplier of goods. At least that's what I've been exposed to so far. ”

“Speak as if it were true.” Ellie shook her head and said casually, "If I say, I feel like my life sucks, can you sell me a good life? How much do I need to pay for a happy life? Besides, if life can be measured by money, and I have this wealth, why would I buy it from you? ”

“That's exactly why.” Rochu smiled, “We're not taking any money. ”

“No money?” Ellie, "how do you make money? ”

“A health, a reason, a friendship, a love…” Rocciu said slowly: “Even a soul, that's how we make money. ”

For a moment, Allie felt her body tended to be cold.

Her arms, her thighs, her invisible skin under her clothes, even her forehead, her cheeks, had a slightly numb sensation.

Subconsciously, she had a feeling that maybe it was real. This feeling lasted for a short time as a quick knock suddenly woke her up.

Allie stood up in panic, "It must be Brigham. They're back! I'll get the door! ”

……

“Bly...” The moment the door opened, Ali suddenly stopped talking.

Instead of seeing Brigham, she saw two men in police uniforms - two men in police uniforms who, as soon as they saw Ellie, came up silently, pressing Ellie to the ground together and locking her hands in handcuffs.

“Finally caught this mental illness.” One of the policemen seems to have relaxed his breath.