Trafford’s Trading Club

After a long day of gloomy weather, the water was finally screwed out almost 9: 00 p.m.

No big deal, it's raining.

Lochu opens the club's doors, there are very few pedestrians on the road when it rains, and the road naturally turns cold - a good time to gauge the city.

He's actually ready to go home, and basically he chooses to go home at this hour, as long as he's in the city, because it's very convenient to come and go.

But now that it's raining, he's going to walk back today - but Boss Lo's plan will have to be eliminated soon.

There was a man standing outside the door of the club at this time, in the rain, with the slap of rain... a big boy, looking like he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

The rain washed the hustle and bustle of the street, but did not wash away the smell of the dark soul from this big boy. Lochu can tell the source of this flavor.

He smelled it, Black Soul XVIII.

What a diligent messenger, Rochu thought.

Lochu slowly returned to the lobby of the club. He knew the big boy was coming in... because he was about to see the club door.

“Make some ginger tea. ”

Lochu looked at the maid and said softly.

……

“… that day in class, I wrote on the rubber and tried to pass it on to her, but accidentally threw it over my head and fell to the ground. The teacher accidentally stepped on it. The old lady almost fell on her high heels. Me and her both knew what was going on, and we were just having fun. ”

He was talking about what happened with the girl, the scene, like what happened yesterday.

Ding Dongsheng and Qiao Rongrong.

A warm cup of ginger tea did not seem to let him feel the cool dispersion of the rain, but these memories seemed to warm him up.

Lochu is used to listening to other people's stories.

He doesn't care that he already needs time to go home, and he's always a good listener when a Guest needs an audience.

It seems that every little thing is a memory that Ding Dongsheng can taste… until he has nothing to say and has exhausted the little memories hidden in his heart, he suddenly becomes overwhelmed with silence.

“And... and what else?” Ding Dongsheng grabbed his hair with both hands and closed his eyes. “There should be more, there should be more... Let me think, there should be more! ”

Pfft.

His hands hit the table at the same time, his face was gloomy and desolate, "There will be many more memories! We should have had a lot of memories! That's the man! Rong Rong left me because of him! Get out of the world!! I want this man to taste the evil! I want him to pay for what he did! I don't want him to get better!! ”

Look directly at the owner of this club.

Ding Dongsheng had no fear in his eyes... he had no fear at all, hatred covered his eyes, and anger covered his mind.

“You know, once a claim has been made here, no change is allowed.” Lochu said softly, "so we allow the Guest to think carefully before making a request. ”

“Need it?” Ding Dongsheng questioned.

Lochu silenced for a moment and said, "As far as I know, the city's police have started investigating the remedial classes. Xu Zhao, whom you hate, will eventually escape justice. That is, it is only a matter of time before you want him punished… Guests, are you sure you want to make such a request? ”

“I can't wait.” Ding Dongsheng sighed, “God knows when those cops are going to find out? A month, two months? Six months? But I can't wait a day!! Even if I assume he did something illegal, what could I do with him? Besides, even if he gets caught, it's just jail time! But Rong Rong, after all... after all... I can't let him be as simple as that! ”

Looking directly into Ding Dongsheng's eyes, he felt as if he had been penetrated and torn apart, but he did not shy away.

“I see.” Lochu nodded: “But, Guest, what do you intend to pay for? ”

Ding Dongsheng took a deep breath. He pulled a box out of the bag of his clothes.

Probably just a big box of slaps.

The moment the box was opened, a piece of bronze slice appeared in front of Rocchu, only to hear Ding Dongsheng say: “I use this! This is something my family has been passing down. I hear it's a valuable baby! Is that enough?"

The bronze pieces are engraved with some text, and the whole thing is dim - Rocciu hasn't received any trading gold for this treasure in a long time.

He stretched his palm over this piece of bronze and nodded, simply saying: "It can be used to pay. Say what you want. I want to know if your request will exceed the value of this piece of bronze. ”

Ding Dongsheng didn't even want to say: “I want to see Xu Zhao lose his reputation and suffer! ”

“Deal. ”

……

In the rain, Ding Dongsheng ran wildly down the street with an unusual smile on his face... as if he were excited, as if he had seen what he wanted to see.

Like a wolf.

“Doesn't the master seem interested?” I was packing my tea sets at midnight, watching Rocchu take off his mask and smile.

“No, I was interested in antiques and stuff at first.” Lochu said softly.

But he shook his head quickly, "That bronze piece is kind of interesting. But more interestingly, such a treasure has been used for this purpose by future generations. ”

Lochu put the clown mask on his hand and said, "Reminds me of a news story I saw before. In order to please the girl, a child in a normal family tried to spend all his grandmother's pensions on her own, and eventually went to rob her. ”

The maid said softly, "Is the master trying to say the Red Flame? ”

Rochu just laughed.

He opened his palms and the club's negative books appeared directly in his hands. The ledger flipped open and flipped rapidly in his hand.

He is looking at some information… categorizing the Golden Master that Black Soul XVIII has been choosing.

“Looks like our witch lady really likes to drive the Golden Lord with hatred. ”

A few minutes later, Lochu sent the books back.

“Dark Souls XVIII is better at this.” Unight nodded: “The number of Golden Masters who came through the Black Soul XVIII has been steadily among the top three of all Black Soul Messengers for a long time. Hate is really something that inspires the desire of the golden master. ”

“I see. ”

Lochu laughed —— that's just a few days before he saw Black Soul 18, and that's when he found the new Golden Lord.

And because it's in the city where the club is located, it doesn't even have to be in the form of a black card to let Ding Dongsheng come directly.

“Before the master wakes up tomorrow, Unight will find out everything about Xu Zhao.” The maid said directly at this time.

Those are things that can be accomplished with their own abilities, and there is absolutely no need for the owner to buy through the altar - the new owner operates in a way that is somewhat different from the previous owner.

The last boss was too busy to get almost all the information through the altar.

As for the new owner... more free time.

“No.” Rochu waved, “Let him do it. ”

As he said, Rochu struck a ringing finger, and a figure slowly appeared on the club's ceiling —— too shady.

Quite rightly, it should be too shady to be hung from the ceiling - he has been hanging here since the day Lochu came back from Russia, until now.

When the Guest arrives, they are hidden by the boss, and the Guest leaves, there is no need to hide... of course Rochu does not really think it is too shady a hobby.

The black rope tied to the shade also finally broke, and the new black soul liberated suddenly knelt thankfully on the ground - as an ancient man, Shane had nothing to do in this way.

“Too shady, the police are already investigating the remedial classes, but there doesn't seem to be much real progress. Go help them.” Lo Qiu said softly: “Since the Guest's request is to be made as soon as possible, let's first let Xu Zhao be discredited. ”

“Master! Old Dao, I will not fail you!! ”

Too shady to think he can't mess it up this time... the ghost knows when he'll hang it next time?

……

In the rain, Ding Dongsheng finally stopped and hid under the roof, crying secretly.

In the rain, Shen Mei-soothed and his son watched the TV quietly in the newly rented apartment.

In the rain, while he was wearing a mask and a hat, he looked up at the lights on the floors where the mother and son lived. He followed here.

……

Left the club's Rocchu, supported an umbrella and walked in the rain.

After the second half of the night, the rain turned heavy.

Psst.