Trafford’s Trading Club

Mark thinks he should be good at thinking —— for example, when Sancho led him to the town police station, he didn't go in.

He called himself Mark because he had a photograph of himself on the ID he touched, and he had the name Mark.

But that strange woman called him Cook... and, depending on the situation, he looked familiar.

With a bunch of doubts, Mark returned to his temporary residence - Sancho's tofu shop.

Mark found that despite his many doubts, he was not anxious. Instead, he has the magical feeling that sooner or later all of his memories will be restored.

So he's really not in a hurry... maybe naturally, he's used to waiting.

But at the same time, he knew that, since those who knew his identity had found him, the place might not be long.

It's almost dinner time.

Mark found a piece of food in front of his door. Mitsuru probably got up and did it. Mark took the plate into the room.

Food and shelter seemed to him as if there was only one.

This room doesn't even have any entertainment tools, but Mark doesn't look bored. He can sit quietly all day.

- Thank you.

Mark found a note under the bowl.

This is Sancho's thank-you... maybe for covering up her shyness, maybe for taking care of Little Squeak.

Mark just glanced at the note and put it aside and started eating.

And then he turned off the lights, and another person sat still... and he felt like this would make him think of things a lot faster.

After that, Mark never saw that strange woman with white hair again.

But he wasn't too busy.

……

……

Nero did not intend to appear in front of Mark again, so he left the town overnight - not in front of Mark, of course, but in front of Cook.

This woman with the fierce blade of the Devil's Knife has a strange brain, her thoughts are never marginal, and she has always been the type of person she wants.

So she had no idea that she would return to the city so soon and come to the door of the club.

It was there in the morning.

It took Nero days to get to Rushtown, but it only took him one night to get back to where he started.

When the maid who was cleaning outside the club saw her, the white haired woman looked blind and covered her stomach.

“Do you have any food entertainment? ”

Yunight closed the broom on his hand and smiled: "Can I have some rice? ”

……

Though in all respects, this Miss Nero should be a woman who fits perfectly with the so-called 'breakthrough dimensional walls' in the mouths of certain populations.

However, in the opinion of Mr. Lo, this kind of luxury is like going into and out of the construction site all day long and throwing up tigers and swallows a little too much... is it uncomfortable?

Of course, it seems to me that such a strange combination of properties on the same person, is also a surprising way for the creator, Mr. Lo, to experience the wild smell of this strand of Nero after spending the initial disobedience.

Four bowls.

From the door to sitting down, Nero didn't say a word. After eating four large bowls of soaking rice, he hiccupped satisfactorily and touched his stomach, “If only there was a beer at this time. ”

Rochu hit a ring finger.

Night came in front of Nero with a bottle of black beer.

The maid wanted to put it in the cup, but Nero said no. She stuffed the bottle directly into her mouth and bit off the lid as soon as her teeth bit.

Then a black beer blew directly into his stomach.

This brings to mind an interesting idiom, even subconsciously: extreme hunger in the chest.

It's always felt like this Miss Nero would be stuffing her fingers in front of herself, and it's not weird, but Lo said with a smile, "Miss Nero, is there anything else you need? ”

“No more!” Nero put his hands together and worshipped the owner of the club like an old fairy, “thanks for the hospitality. ”

“You're welcome.” Lochu waved his hand and suddenly said: "Miss Nero has found the person she is looking for. ”

“Found it.” Nero punched a full hiccup in the face: “Well, it's not even hard to say... it's convenient for you guys here. ”

Lochu did not speak… this convenience was initially built on other ‘sacrifices’.

Nero approached at this time, as if he was talking about a secret vagabond in an old tavern, indicating that the owner in front of him was also approaching.

Lochu felt this way of talking was a little new, but to learn the mysterious look of Nero, he couldn't do it either, just pointing to his ear, indicating that he could hear.

Nellowton looked bored, shook his head, and started pulling left and right, finally pulling out a little bag from somewhere on his body - the ‘coin’ she used as trading money.

“Guest, what are you going to buy this time? ”

Seeing Nero's behavior, he doesn't even need to judge, he already knows what Nero wants to do... so it's more in line with the courtesy of the store.

“Um... two weeks? No, no, no, three weeks. ”

Nero thought about it for a while, and then he said, “Three weeks! I want to assure you that Cook will not be able to restore his memory within three weeks… but he will be back soon after three weeks. How much do you want? Not enough for me to go outside and kill some monsters. ”

This time, as last time, after picking out the right soul light bulb from this little bag, it was back in the bag, "That's it. ”

“Hey, why don't you take it now? ”

“We are used to collecting transaction money only when the transaction is completed.” Lochu calmly said, "Since Miss Nero's request is for three weeks, wait until the end of three weeks. ”

Nero looked at the owner strangely and suddenly sat directly in front of the table to negotiate, his body spinning, using his crotch as a support point, and his legs spinning onto the table.

Amazingly elastic legs open again in front of Boss Lo.

Her Deluxe even made her care that she was just wearing short hot pants and her legs spread straight out, stepping on the armrest around Boss Lo's chair.

She was a little taller, so she looked at it and said, "Are you doing business more justly than I expected? I'm going to let you guys kill each other. ”

She began to come closer, even reaching out, toward the mask in Boss Lo's face.

And suddenly he smiled and said, "Hey, you're selling everything here, right? ”

“Yes.”

Lo Qiu was immobile, steady as Tarzan.

Nero suddenly gave up his intention to take off Boss Lo's mask, but with his fingers he provoked the boss's chin and asked with a smile: "What if I... want to buy you? ”