Trafford’s Trading Club

A little bit of Big Cheol has already begun to admire the 18th. That's when Dae-chul found out she could stare at her for over an hour.

As for whether the 18th winks or not, it is not known - if it takes so long, perhaps even so long, to stare at a so-called Golden Master, then Daechul feels that the work of the Dark Soul Messenger is absolutely a painful task.

But then again, this guy named Bamboo Forest is a workaholic, just like his subordinates thought.

He's probably the boss's favorite general, right? Just because the boss likes it doesn't mean the people below will.

“Number 18, isn't this a difficult guest to deal with?” After all, Dae-chul couldn't help but ask.

The 18th just slowly turned around, looked at Da Cheol, and continued to look toward the bamboo forest where the meeting was held overnight, without making a sound. Dae-chul was bored, so he had to look up.

In Dae-chul's view, the 18th is completely mysterious… but for the 18th, she's just confused about something - the intention of this potential golden master that the new owner approved.

In fact, before she returned to the club, the man in front of her was just walking by on the 18th, just passing by. I felt the soul power of the person was quite good, so I made a white card.

Naturally, the bamboo forest cannot be compared to the other golden lords she is looking for - although the other golden lords' information cards are not always as serious, it is certain that much more work is spent than the casual one in front of her.

The new owner actually replied that this and other more mediocre golden lords... is that a warning of my working attitude?

On the other hand, she has now observed the bamboo forest for some time and instead has a feeling that she can't do it. Not because of the lack of capacity to deal with ordinary people, but because there are too many ways for a black soul messenger like her with long qualifications - but the problem is that there are too many ways to know what is better.

She also said that Dark Soul Messengers have their own preferences - obviously, bamboo forest is not the type she prefers.

Or… because this time it is necessary to guide the relationship of the new Dark Soul Messenger, Dae-chul, so the new master chooses what seems more ordinary and easier to do, simply as a tutorial?

Even, this actually reveals a deeper meaning… does the new owner not want Big Chul to be influenced by my style or something?

Complicating a doubt is the most irrational thing - Black Soul 18 knows that. But, after all, it's not someone else, it's the one who's in charge.

The new owner may just pull it out at random, no more meaning... but what if there is?

Dark Souls Messengers are born with awe that their owners can't control - they fear those who own the owner's throne… more appropriately, this throne.

18 felt herself caught in a strange circle of thought, and reason told her that it might just be a simple business, but intuition was reminding her again, and it wasn't that simple.

She suddenly felt her shoulder patted, her body suddenly fogging and then retreating, polymerizing back a metre away.

Dae-chul's arms were still in the air, and he looked overwhelmed.

“What are you doing?” 18 asked coldly.

Dae-chul shook his head: “I just wanted to ask you, would you like a drink? ”

He also had two bottles of green tea in his hand, explaining: “Just looking at you too seriously, I went away and bought it. ”

“Black souls don't need to eat," the 18th said softly.

Dae-chul shrugged, “But do you still have a taste or something? Not eating... Isn't that pathetic? Okay... Whatever, I put it here, you can have it yourself. ”

“Boring.” On the 18th, he broke his sleeve and continued to observe the bamboo forest, "And don't touch me in the future, forget it this time. Next time, Zhanlu won't be able to protect you! ”

A malicious warning sounded, and the key pendant on Daechul's neck buzzed at this moment, as if he was quite dissatisfied with this provocation.

Come on! Come on, hurt each other!

So how long are you going to stare at him... Da Cheol leaned against the wall, beat Hao, then looked at the bamboo forest waving his head on the projection screen, saw the ring on his unnamed finger, muttered: “This guy won't even call his wife if he doesn't go home...”

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“That's it. ”

Nearly 2: 00 a.m., Bamboo Forest looked at all the employees in his group and said, "The backup has been finalized. Tboy, you have to contact her first thing in the morning. Better get her to the set in the afternoon. For the script, I'll prepare... Good luck, everyone. Let's go. ”

In the middle of the night the city was very quiet, some people dragged their tired bodies away, others returned to their seats, the stools pulled apart, the clothes covered, and they were unwilling to move.

The bamboo forest looked at the time and drove away.

He kind of forgot when to start loving such a quiet evening without having to worry about the traffic jam or the dazzling sunshine. The city seemed to be asleep in front of him.

But he's still thinking about the script for tomorrow's supplementary film, at a time when there's only one blurred prototype in his mind, and he hasn't been able to capture the exact details.

Shortly afterwards, he parked his car in front of a convenience store in front of the park. I asked the employee to buy a night snack earlier, and he didn't eat it. I felt hungry at this time, so I settled it directly in the convenience store.

Finally, he bought a pack of cigarettes, and then he ordered a bottle of coffee and went back to his car.

Smoking cigarettes, the car stereo plays Scarborough-Fair.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to empty his mind, as if he had been banished to the Basinbrook meadows, where he was born.

Ding--!

The phone text alert, pulling Bamboo Forest's thoughts from that vast grassland all the way back to the phone in the car in front of the park, he looked.

Still working overtime?

Bamboo Forest: Still awake?

Wife: I'm thirsty and I see you haven't returned.

Bamboo Grove: Hmm. Tomorrow there is a supplementary photo shoot, still in the office, rest first.

Wife: Mmm.

Bamboo Grove: Good night.

Wife: Good night.

The bamboo groves sighed, and the slight smell of coffee gave him a little spirit. He turned the laptop on, rested it on his legs, opened the document, and started writing the script in his heart.

- Are you going to Scarborough Market?

- Coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme...

It's with him, the only voice.

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Good night. Good night.

Ask her to find me an acre.

- Coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme

It's between the sea and the coast.

It's also the only sound of sleeping with her… in this double bed.