Trafford’s Trading Club

Anything can be sold… so even the shop itself can be sold, so being the owner of this shop is naturally within the range of what can be sold.

No problem.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Lo came down from the last club, somehow.

But he didn't carry Mr. Lo's chin like that last time?

“Why didn't you say so?” Nero seems to be getting more and more reckless, "or is there a myriad of excuses to push it off when it comes to your own words? ”

“No.”

When I saw Boss Lo, he shook his head and said softly: “I was just thinking about what I could offer Miss Nero about purchasing me. ”

Now it's Nero's turn. "Why? Is there an ABCD package that doesn't work? ”

“Because you didn't explain how long you bought me... Is it permanent, or is it short notice?” Lochu bluntly said, "Since the Guest's requirements are not specified, we naturally calculate the options. ”

Nero frowned... she wasn't really going to buy the boss, she just suddenly felt like a prank or something - and of course, she wanted to see what the boss looked like when he got angry.

The mystery behind this club is so mysterious that you can't tell what kind of power it has… Naturally, it takes a good dive into the bottom line here.

But listen, the boss used this tone to talk about herself even as a commodity, and all of a sudden, she broke her original rhythm.

Here, it's the boss, even the maid next to him... there's a strange smell everywhere.

“Are there many options?” Nero should have raised Rochu's face with both hands at this time, even across the mask, as if he could feel both sides, "I don't mind listening slowly. ”

“One note is too time-consuming. ”

Lochu's eyes suddenly flashed a strange glimmer... and this glimmer suddenly entered Nero's eyes.

Nero punched a cold tremor at this moment... and felt like something sneaked in... and hid somewhere all of a sudden.

A place deeper than her mind level... so she clings down and then disappears...

She doesn't know... it's even hard to tell if it ever happened.

Because, at the same time, there was a lot of explosive information that began to blow up in her head.

From the cost of buying one second to the time of buying one hour… it stretches indefinitely, price information per second!

Not only that, but also the additional transaction fees required for different value-added services.

In other words, the boss now calculates the cost of purchasing him, finely in seconds, using his theoretically endless life as a length, blowing this information away in Nero's head.

This is just a matter of seconds, and it's already challenging the limits of human brain information processing.

At this point, Nero's head is about to burst. She grabbed her hair with her hands and gave a painful grunt, “Stop... stop! Stop...”

“Guest, I'm doing it for your own good.” Rocciu calmly said, "The clearer the price, the better for the Guest, of course, right? Besides, this is just three years of information...”

“I'm not buying anymore! I'm not buying anymore! Stop!! Stop!”

Nero's head feels like it's about to blow up.

So she heard the boss's fingers staggering and suddenly felt the time had cleared up.

Nero lay powerless on the table, breathing heavily, his legs spreading freely... for a short time, he was already sweating.

It took a while for Nero to feel a little clearer in her head, and the almost nauseating feeling of dizziness slowly faded away, but she was still exhausted… it was mental fatigue.

She didn't even have the strength to touch her fingers, so she lay down.

… just lay on a table in front of a man who was theoretically strange.

“It would be nice to quote a total price, it is a very bad person.” Nero shook his head, "if you want to buy it, buy it completely. It counts as time to buy it. What's the difference from renting it? ”

Nero didn't wait for Rocchu to answer. Fearing that he would blow his mind again, he hurriedly threw out the bag with the ‘coin’.

“Send me to Jeju Island... and I'll be back in two weeks. See if you can get back enough fare, if you can't get back enough, I'll walk back by myself... if you can get it first, I'll come back and get it. ”

“Immediately? ”

“As fast as you can! ”

“Dear Guests, as you wish. ”

The moment Boss Luo stood up and waved, the sweaty woman on the table disappeared... but it was on the table and there were traces of that body crushing down.

Traces of sweat.

Unight wipes clean without saying a word, and the quick action even makes Lochu feel a little surprised.

“Well, this Guest seems to be just saying to Jeju Island, not exactly where to send it, if it falls in some strange place, it shouldn't be out of range, should it? ”

The boss suddenly said something like that.

The maid only slowed down when she wiped the table.

Rochu has never seen any angry faces on Yunight's face... but these subtle moves seem to explain that she owns these things.

Of course, it may be so slight that she cannot even detect it herself.

“Master, look at Miss Nero's pie, it's probably going to be a real regular.” Unight packed Nero's little bag.

Cook's intelligence was bought, the time it took Cook to recover his memory was bought, even going to Jeju Island was bought to move... Listen to Unight say this, Mr. Lo suddenly strangely thought of another situation similar to this.

How do you look at yourself like an NPC businessman in a game, dedicated to serving these Earth OL players?

“It can only be said that Miss Nero will play this game. ”

Lochu smiled and closed his eyes… he was waiting for another pair of sights to open.

Because the boss quietly spilled a seed on Nero, and his intuition was such that the club didn't notice.

Or the club ignores it.

……

And the other pair of eyes just opened.

Nero, who had just opened his eyes, found herself in a bit of a mess, but apparently she didn't mind being raw.

Nero took out a piece of blowing sugar and stuffed it in his mouth because the waiting time for the boat to pass was always boring.

She's on a reef right now, sighting a... four or five nautical miles from the shore, right?

……

……

At night, the cheese is a bit sleepless... but his brothers and sisters sleep well.

The reason the cheese feels sleepless is probably why the giant gymnasium next to it has been knocking and beating.

Heard about a big TV show or a concert in a few days?

Mouse demons who have been working for a living have not paid any attention to these human worlds... but it is wrong to disturb people's dreams!

Cheese went out and quickly climbed to the rooftop of the old house. He took out the whistle hanging around his neck and blew it gently.

Soon afterwards, a dark shadow quickly climbed up the roof of the old house from the other side to the cheese side.

It's an iron whistle.

I saw the iron whistle on the ground with its limbs pressed against it and its tail swayed and looked quite tame.

Cheese reached out and patted the head of the iron whistle gently, then looked at the lights still lit in the gym, thinking that he couldn't sleep anyway, and he laughed: “The iron whistle! Let's go play there! These guys don't sleep in the middle of the night... let's grab some of them! ”

The iron whistle just rubbed its head on the cheese and seemed to agree.

So the cheese climbed right behind the iron whistle.

The iron whistle suddenly jumped off the roof - but it didn't land on the ground, but suddenly two pairs of wings appeared from underneath the armpit.

Shh, shh.