Trafford’s Trading Club

Pear smiled and knocked on the door of Ren Ziling's office.

At this time, any deputy editor was hanging a ballpoint pen on his nose and upper lip, holding his hand against his chin and looking at the screen of the notebook, probably worried about the writing.

“Ah!! No more writing! Pear, let's go out and get some air! ”

“But Sister Ren, the boss said that if you don't hand in the manuscript today, you'll have to deduct the labor this month.” Pear blinked.

“What are you doing in here! Have you finished your work? Am I a lazy place?” Either vice editor-in-chief turns on the pointy acid thin mode.

Pear mysteriously pulled out a small box and shook it in front of Ren Ziling.

“What is this?” Ren Ziling was curious.

“Medicine.” Pear sat down, "you said last Golden Week. I sent someone to get some from home. ”

Ren Ziling shook his head: “Oh... I remember. But isn't it too strong? I'm a little scared now that I've been like that since the last time the old horse kowtowed. It hurts so much! ”

“Sister Ren ~” Pear was tired of twisting: “Now you know it hurts? Stop hugging grandchildren? ”

“Go, go, go!” Ren Ziling waved.

Pear laughed. “Don't worry, I've made my family lose some medicine again, it shouldn't be like Officer Ma. Besides, Rochu is young. He should be fine. ”

Ren Ziling doubted him for a moment, blinking his eyes and watching Pear blinking his eyes, he quickly copied the little box from Pear's hand into his hand, quickly stuffed it in the drawer, and continued to scrupulously and sourly: “Why are you sitting here?! No need to work! Get out! Get out!”

Pear's heart was shocked by the skill of crossing the bridge to dismantle the plate... amazing.

“By the way, here's another letter for you. ”

“A letter for me? ”

Ren Ziling stunned and took a white envelope from Pear's hand. After a quick glance, he frowned.

After a while, Ren Ziling suddenly took out her phone and was about to dial the number of Lochu, but after thinking about it, she dropped her phone and tapped her finger on the table a few times. Suddenly: "Pear, go and print me a leave form. I may take a few days off. ”

“Possible? Ren, what happened?” Pear asked curiously.

“If I ask you to go, there are so many questions!” Ren Ziling waved his hand in haste.

……

……

“It's been quite a day. ”

Just back in front of the club, Rocho carried a shopping bag in his hand - for some reason, Mr. Roche was always passionate about supermarket discount days.

And of course, most of the stuff I bought was just ingredients and spices.

“Yes. ”

At the same time, Yunight opened the two pine doors in front of the shop step by step, but found that there was already a black soul messenger waiting in the lobby - not too shady, of course, and he probably wasn't happy in The Emerald Fantasy.

Waiting for Black Soul XVIII.

“Eighteen, I've met the master, I've met Miss Yunight.” The ambassador, dressed in a black robe, greeted her with a thrilling sound of goose bumps when she could be heard.

Lo Qiu nodded, walked to the counter, pinched his sleeve, and picked up today's harvest, "Number 18, what's up? ”

The Black Soul XVIII looked at the ‘critical gate' in the corner of the lobby before saying: "The subordinates have not returned. This is too disrespectful to the master, so I came back today to pay my respects. ”

“Really?” Rochu nodded with a smile. “Been back long? ”

“for a while.” Black Soul Nod XVIII.

“Sit down, don't stand up.” Rochu pointed in front of the finger, "what have you been up to? ”

“has been following a golden master.” Black Soul XVIII hastily said, "I believe the Golden Lord will soon become a guest. Does the owner want to see the file first? ”

Lochu shook his head and cut a fresh slice of lemon, which was in his mouth, and frowned directly: "Well, it's too sour. Number 18, do you like lemons? ”

“Master, it's okay for the dark soul not to eat.” Number 18 shook his head.

Rochu laughed, “That's a lot less fun. You have to learn that from Tai Yin, and he knows how to live. ”

“Yes...” Blacksoul XVIII nodded, a little stunned, “I hear this new guy has done well recently. ”

“It's okay. ”

“Master, my subordinate came back this time and actually wanted to change something.” Black Soul XVIII suddenly said at this time.

“If you want to redeem your black soul, just go straight to Yu Night and don't report it to me.” Rochu said, “By the way, I'm going to cook today. Would you like to stay for a meal? ”

Black Soul XVIII shook his head, "My men left as soon as they changed things. ”

“Well… next time.” Rochu waved.

……

After Black Soul XVIII left, the maid returned to her master, "Master, XVIII asked for information on an ancient Egyptian text that had disappeared. ”

"I told you, you don't have to report these things to me. ”

“The 18th is a good black soul, but it's been a long time since I handed over my white card," said Unight. ”

The task of urging and reminding the Dark Soul Messenger is also one of the duties of the maid… there is even a rather strict attitude in this regard.

“She may have her own plans.” Boss Lo laughed. “Eighteen has been around longer than you and me, and it should be in my heart. ”

The maid nodded and everything was in accordance with her master's wishes… all she was urging was the work of the dark soul, and the servant was her master here.

“Don't say that," Boss Lo waved, loading the salmon bought from the supermarket into a dish, "please, I really don't have you. ”

“Okay.”

……

……

The apartment had all the lights on even during the day - but all the curtains were pulled together.

An elderly foreign man is holding a piece of paper in his hand at this time, walking around the living room, eyebrows locked in thinking about something.

And in the middle of the couch, there's a young man. Young people look almost the same as this old foreigner - not because of their blood ties, of course, but because they look the same, because they don't fix margins.

Wang Yuechuan and from Australia, read him the strange book Professor Trevor had at hand.

At this time, unlike Professor Trevor's eyebrows, Wang Yuechuan stared at the coffee table in front of him - a flat square of black cloth was laid on the table.

At this time Wang Yuechuan took a deep breath and opened the small bottle next to him, which contained some white powder. These powders are milled with commercially available crystals.

Wang Yuechuan poured the crystal powder from the bottle into his palm, and then he grabbed the powder and started slipping it out of his fist, and on the black cloth on the coffee table, he drew a strange pattern with the powder.

Finally, Wang Yuechuan even took a knife, broke his finger, and his face became more focused.

He squeezed his broken fingers hard, and the red blood dripped down on the black cloth, one by one.

He then read something lightly and quickly… a magical spell.