Trafford’s Trading Club

After Lo Qiu received Black Soul XVIII's Golden Master's information, he put it on the table at will.

Black Soul XVIII did not reveal disappointment, but waited quietly for the command - she did not intend to do anything until she had definitively grasped the new master's anger.

While all club employees have the same level of loyalty to their bosses, there are different ways of loyalty between black soul messengers and maids.

Hard to say… there is an unofficial but unusually strict class in the club. The supreme nature is the owner of the club. And then… there are a lot of places worth playing.

“Anything else?” Lochu asked softly.

“No, no more.” Eighteen Dark Souls answered consciously, then looked at the new master with some uncertainty, "It's just, Master, I should now...”

“That's it.” Rochu calmly said, "I'll do the right thing. Your performance night will be noted. Hmm..."

He gazed at the black soul once again and smiled: “If you want to go back to the previous area, go for a break, go for a stroll, whatever you want. ”

“This…” Dark Soul XVIII is even more incapable of understanding what this new owner means… is this a bit too relaxed?

“Master means, do as you like.” Lady Maid, it's not too salty at this time: “Black Soul 18, have you forgotten that after all these years, the sense of autonomy the club has given you? ”

“That's not what subordinates mean.” Eighteen Dark Souls hurriedly lowered their heads, and she took the appropriate words: “The subordinates swam around first. My subordinates don't dare to relax, I will always remember my share. If there is a suitable gold master, my subordinates will naturally present it at the first time. ”

After that, Black Soul slowly retreated back - face the owner of the club, walking backwards, step by step, before finally turning around and leaving the club door.

Looking at this scene, Rochu thought for a moment, and suddenly he said, "Yu Night, are all the rest of the Dark Soul messengers like this? ”

“The Black Soul XVIII was a medieval witch before it was transformed.” The maid knew what her master was confused about, so she answered softly: “Some habits have been kept since then. ”

Luo Qiuguan smiled and stretched out his lazy waist: “I think I would be the most inactive monarch in the Middle Ages. ”

“I've heard my predecessor's boss say it took him a hundred years to open the threshold.” The maid said softly, "But the master only took less than five months. ”

“Probably... better luck.” Lochu shook his head, grabbed the Golden Master's file on the table and walked upstairs.

The maid also continued her daily work. Qin Chuyu was still sitting there. He didn't say anything. I forgot everything.

“Me!! Me!! Nobody remembers putting me down? ”

Oh, and by the way, there's too much of a shadow shaking his body here, hoping someone can respond to his request.

……

……

As a result... I went myself.

Am I overindulging these little bastards? Mahoud stared obliquely at the recruitment of the large Chaoyang remedial class over his head, resolutely threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth and stepped out, took a deep breath, climbed into the building where the remedial class was located, quite a gloomy atmosphere of wind, shock and easy water cold.

Today's horse SIR learns to look like another good brother, wears a turquoise trench coat, and then wears a hat of the same color.

“You have a tutoring class for adults, right? I...” In the front desk position, Mahoud looked at the back quite sneakingly, and then he turned his face and said: “... I saw it on the billboard downstairs. ”

“Sir, you are...” The receptionist looked at the uncle with some surprise, seemed to think of something, and smiled: “Sir is planning to enroll in an adult tutoring class, right? ”

“Shh! Keep your voice down.” Mahoud made a silent gesture.

“Sir, it would be better if you just relaxed.” The receptionist still smiled: “At your age, sir, fighting for an adult college entrance exam is a remarkable thing! I'm starting to admire you! You must be amazing! ”

“Yes, is it?” Mahoud cleared her throat and felt that the little girl was very good at speaking at this time, so she harvested a little beer belly for years, and she was quite muscular and had a weak chest: “Well, a lot of people say that about me. ”

“Of course!”

Receptionist Miss Shen Chan Lianhua, Officer Ma SIR Ma Da stunned afterwards to think that she didn't understand and paid the tuition fee. When she returned to Shen, she was already sitting in one of the classrooms of this remedial class.

Damn...

Mahoud looked at the two steps left and right and the guy sitting in front, some in their 20s and some in their 30s... and he was really about his age.

Ma SIR flipped the information to the sender randomly, and in less than three minutes, he finished a copy... the ghost knows what he is looking at?

X-axis? Y-axis? Z-axis?

Just as Ma SIR was blushing, listening to the old man on the podium as if he were talking about the Book of Heaven, he suddenly felt something poke him in the back.

“Who is it? ”

Mahoud, who had some habits of loud and coarse, turned his face impatiently and saw a woman with a turban and sunglasses. He stunned: "You are...”

He saw his glasses pressed down slightly and blinked at him.

Officer Ma SIR Ma Da couldn't hold onto his textbook at this moment. Almost still on the ground. Almost jumped on the spot. “Sister-in-law... sister-in-law...”

But right now, the woman in the back seat covered his mouth and made a silent gesture, lowering her voice: “Sweep your head off! Keep your voice down! ”

Mahoud glared up and nodded. The other side just lets go -- damn it, why is Ren Ziling here?

He looked back at the old man on the podium, and he sat up straight, but leaned back and blocked his mouth with a textbook, "When did you get here? How come I didn't find out? ”

“When did I get here? Of course it was earlier than you. Can't you see, isn't it because you old bastard has been tricked into sitting down by a receptionist? ”

“I... I'm observing! Understand? Don't be ridiculous... No, why are you here? ”

“Then why are you here again? ”

“Honestly... sister-in-law, have you found anything? ”

Mahoud sighed. Who's this in his back seat? That's the guy named Industry Toxicology - his sister-in-law. Ren Ziling will be here, it seems a little unexpected, but think about it, there seems to be something quite suitable for her personality.

As for the reason, Mahoud doesn't want to and already knows.

“I've been here two days and found nothing. Motherfucker, the tuition is in the pit!” Ren Ziling shook his head at this moment: “I'll have to reimburse my tuition at the informant's fee later! Otherwise I'll eat dirt this month! You know, it doesn't matter if I'm hungry. I'm the only one making money to support my family, Brother Ma ~”

“I've never seen a brazen man like you! ”

So the old teacher on the podium clapped the ruler on his hand and said, “That yellow trench coat's big beard, be quiet!! Don't you know what class discipline is? ”

Ma SIR... Ma SIR now remembers the history of darkness and humiliation ruled by teachers for decades.

……

“Smoke less. ”

Though it was time for remedial classes, Mahoud and Ren Ziling did not leave, but came to the roof of the building.

Mahoud persuaded him and found his persuasion to be useless, he also committed smoking addiction and ordered one.

“How about an exchange of information?” Ren Ziling suddenly said: “Speak first. ”

Mahoud turned a white eye and said, “We found on the cell phone of the fifth victim that he had asked someone here to meet him before the accident, calling him a teacher. I suspect the teacher of this remedial class. ”

“What a coincidence?” Ren Ziling stunned: “I also talked to two stunners and heard that there seemed to be a very mysterious' teacher ’. ”

“Hitchhiking? ”

“Don't worry about the details.” Ren Ziling blinked: “Don't you think I'm still attractive? ”

“ …… ”

……

“Sister Long, this is the big sister I met the other day. ”

Opposite the rooftop, Longxiao also held a smoke and squeezed his eyes.