Trafford’s Trading Club

Whether it's a man's daughter or a child's elderly, the boss always likes to measure it secretly as long as it's a guest.

Lochu also has a part of ordinary people's thinking. When he sees this female customer blowing bobble sugar, he will naturally think that it is COSPLAY... COSPLAY...

“I hear they sell everything here, right?” The woman blowing the sugar asked very directly.

But before asking, she sat down like a man... handsome.

Hands are also plugged into pockets and legs are naturally stretched out onto the floor - purely biologically, this could be the second pair that Lochu sees with very attractive legs.

Straightening, like being cultivated through the best calculations, doesn't feel a bit of excess fat, it just feels rich in elasticity.

As for the first person Boss Lo has ever seen with legs like this, naturally the nun lady who once had an edge in Romania: Ramias.

“Is there anything I can do for you, esteemed guest? ”

This is not an inadvertently attracted Guest… it is an ordinary person, but an unusual person who comes prepared.

Lochu can feel what is in the barrel behind this Guest.

There is a fierce object in it, even if it is pretended, and even if it is deliberately concealed, it cannot completely conceal its devilish whisper.

It must be a knife, right?

Like the way Japanese samurai see life - of course, samurai might call it a sword.

The woman blowing the sugar looked around, and after the first question, what she started saying seemed to taste different, "This place is really weird, but ah, it seems like it's just the two of you... Oh, this one doesn't seem like a person? ”

The maid is not angry, because she is not a real human being, and she still politely serves tea to the woman who blows sugar.

… but have there been more Guests who have come up with this tone in recent times?

Last time, it was Suzijun, wasn't it? Lochu smiled a little and the boss wasn't angry, "It doesn't matter how many people we have, as long as we have the ability to accomplish the Guest's request. ”

“Exactly. ”

The woman blowing the sugar nodded and then smiled slightly: “Actually, I'm just curious...”

Her eyes shifted from the boss to Unight, and then she moved from Unight to the boss again, “Curious as to what is worth worrying about here, it actually scares the bosses of the club. ”

“The Guest is the representative…” Lochu slightly flashed, “Michal Club come? ”

He didn't buy this woman's intel directly - because he hadn't officially started trading - and before that, Rochu wasn't in the habit of getting a stranger's intel right away.

He was always used to trying to be unknown until it had officially begun.

“No, I don't represent anyone. ”

The woman shrugged her shoulders and relaxed: “I'm just representing myself… Besides, I don't really like the creepy name ‘Guest’. So you can call me Nero. ”

“Nero?” Lochu feels more interesting. Interesting women actually have this name, "the tyrant of the ancient Roman Empire? ”

“No, no, no, I have nothing to do with this ancient people.” The woman Nero shook her head: “In the words of this country, even if we count the ancestral eighteenth generation, we can't have a relationship. ”

“All right, Miss Nero.” Lochu nodded, "If you don't come on behalf of Michal... what would you like to buy? ”

Nero took a small bag out of his clothes -- a very small cloth bag, similar in size to a brocade. She threw the little bag at the table, "just buy a message from someone. ”

This is not an act that the outburst household is symbolizing its wealth, let alone a deliberate act of provocation, but rather a very natural act.

It's like a hunter who just walks in and out of danger, makes money and then comes to the place where he spends it, throws a thousand bucks.

And in this bag, there are some souls.

“What do you say?” Nero laughed: “This is what I killed on the way… the demons of the East. And, by the way, there's a very disgusting human being. I also slaughtered myself because I had always cheered my riches in front of me and wanted to put me to bed. ”

Who let you play COSPLAY... I don't know that the COSPLAY circle has always been a mess...

“What's the name of the target? ”

Lochu looked at the number of souls in the bag —— nine monsters, an ordinary human being -- quite a few.

“Cook? Chulin.”

“What scope of intelligence? ”

Nero said softly, "Is it life or death? If you die, where is the body, if you live, where is the person... the most accurate place. ”

Boss Luo silenced for a moment and suddenly reached out and took the only human soul out of the bag, "This is the time to trade gold, okay? ”

“Is one enough?” Nero was curious.

Boss Luo smiled slightly: “I want to make more money too, but enough is enough. ”

“So you're still under the banner of justice? ”

Lochu did not speak, but simply placed this human soul on a cushioned plate taken by the maid, and slowly said: "Miss Nero, this Cook in your mouth is not dead. Currently living in a tofu shop in a small town just downstream of the city's river. ”

“Tofu shop?” Nero stunned, apparently not expecting a place like this.

She was puzzled, curious and distrustful: "Although this disgusting human soul is nothing... but aren't you just talking? ”

“This is real-time intelligence, and we cannot guarantee that Miss Nero will eventually find someone in this place.” Lochu said softly.

“Is your money too good to make some money?” Nero suddenly laughed.

She pulled the barrel behind her with her back hand and pressed it directly against the floor... the barrel trembled slightly, as if something was trying to break out of it madly, a whimpering sound, if anything,.

Boss Luo looked at the slightly corrugated tea on the table and suddenly laughed: “Miss Nero, what's in it... is it called" The Yan Devil "? ”

“Oh…” Nero closed his eyes.

"I think it would be better to call the Guest, or to call the Guest by your real name, than a title," said Rochu softly... would you think so too? Miss Choi Yunye. ”

Nero's eyes seemed sharp, but his smile was even brighter.

Luo Qiu picked up the cup and drank it, and when he put it down, he also said: "Also, Guests, we're just talking about business here, something else… it shouldn't happen, it's best not to happen. ”

The cup and mat interweave the sound of a crisp porcelain collision, and that devilish whisper stopped at this point.

The so-called 'Yan Demon’ naturally ceases to shake and calm.

Nero... Choi Yun 'er... the ball blown out by the blowing sugar in her mouth will break.