Trafford’s Trading Club

The stone steps up the hill have not known how long they have been built.

The patchy moss on the stone steps is a special pattern, but both the boss and the maid know that these steps are not precious stones.

After crossing the verdant birdhouse and climbing up to about 100 levels, this extremely long staircase is even finished.

The sun has not yet emerged from the mountains, but the sky is already slightly brighter. After finally climbing up to this half-hill waist of the shrine, Lochu looked back… the village below has become very small.

The shrine looks like there's not much going on with Lochu's imagination. A box was placed in front of it, presumably for the contribution of the visitors. On the left is a wooden bar filled with many wooden signs.

New Year's prayer.

The villagers of Early Rice Village come to visit every New Year and then write down their prayers for the year and hang in this place. Rocchu seemed very interested and walked straight to the front of the wooden bar and looked closely at it.

Gradually dawn.

In the morning, officially the quietest time. But some of the birds in the mountain forests rushed into the sky in groups from the far mountain forests.

“So many crows.” Night seemed a little unhappy watching them build away.

Because crows sound worse than yellows, and while this seems to represent something unknown in people's intrinsic beliefs, there is no such thing as unknown to the club's owners and maids. So… can only be described as not beautiful.

Lochu merely laughed and after reading the prayer words of the brands hung on the wooden bars, he went straight to the front of the shrine and suddenly said with interest: "Man visits the gods in order to obtain blessings. If we also worship, we do not know whether or not we can also protect us. ”

Bless what? Even the appearance of courage, I'm afraid, is a question.

Night shook his head slightly, and Lochu stopped talking and looked at the ringing bell hanging in front. When people let go of their money, they will sincerely shake the bell here, and even ask for it more often, and everything has a rigorous and devout process.

“Who are you…? ”

It was the witch who guarded the shrine who made the sound of the inquiry, coming from the other side of the wooden prayer board. There is also a stone-paved path across the street, which appears to lead to the rear of the shrine.

The witch was not old enough to wear a plain kimono and carry a small barrel in her hand. Her hair looked long and almost drooped to the heel, but at this point it was wet.

Boss Lo's vision is good, and the maid's vision is naturally not bad, so it's easy to see that little bit of water vapor on the witch.

Probably just washed it out.

Lochu nodded at the witch and smiled: "Hello. ”

The witch's face flashed with a hint of doubt, but nodded at the same time and walked slowly with the barrel. She was a little surprised because of the weird clothes on both men and women.

But even weirder, even more incredible things have happened to witches. So I was curious, but I wasn't too surprised, "Are you from outside the village? ”

It has approached, and with the brightening light of the sky, the witch has been able to see this pair of men and women. She grew up on this land when she was a little girl, and she remembered the people on the same land, whether they were strangers or not, at a glance.

“Kind of. Pass by.” Lochu nodded.

The witch is very young, even a little younger than she was five years ago, so her body is also very small, as if she were a girl who couldn't grow up.

But her hair was really long... black hair, straight because of the rinse, and the dripping drops in her hair, she was even more confused, but quite politely: “Want to visit? ”

“No.” Lochu shook his head, "I want protection, the gods may not give it to me. ”

The witch was surprised and opened her mouth slightly. Speaking in front of the shrine and the witches who guard it seems to be disrespectful to the gods.

She should be angry… but not really.

She looked at the sky and knew it was early, which is why she was confused about the men and women who came at this time - coming up from the mountains for a short time. So they may have come up before dawn… even earlier.

“If you don't want to come, go ahead.” Ultimately, the witch did not intend to blame the two for their disrespect of the gods, but her attitude was a little cooler.

But she was too young, and the slightest hint of cold appeared, not like an iceberg, but rather had an angry smell.

“Can we walk around?” Boss Lo thought about it for a while, "I won't touch anything here... promise. ”

“Suit yourself.” The witch said softly, then looked at Lochu and suddenly said: “But you better get out of here as soon as possible. ”

“Is it because there is no worship?” Rochu asked with apologies.

The witch shook her head, “It's dangerous for a man to stay in this village... especially if you're from another village. ”

“Dangerous?”

“That's all I'm saying.” The witch lifted the bucket again and walked through the front door into the shrine.

Rochu appealed and looked at the door that eventually closed. If it was dangerous, it would probably be more dangerous to use the prayer signs hung next to the wooden bar, right?

“I don't know how Alex is prepared.” Boss Lo said coldly.

Night softly said, "Alex just needs us to hold one of what he thinks is to preserve more true souls in this pseudo-world. Since the requirements are not high, it is natural that more needs to be done to prepare oneself. ”

Boss Luo smiled and looked at the position of the stone steps leading up, “The first one came... it turned out to be him. ”

……

A shadow ran fast on steep stone steps.

The big red robe, the silver and white hair... is chasing the wind against a half demon in the world. But the wind was obviously not alone, on his back, and he was carrying a woman who was unconscious.

Always able to pick up the wounded and unconscious guy, chasing the wind is quite helpless - last time it was purple star, because sensing the weak demonic power on purple star, also as a monster, chasing the wind naturally cannot be treated as a normal person without asking.

As for this… the woman who was injured in the coma does not seem to be an ordinary person either.

“Is anybody there? ”

Just at the end of the stone steps, the wind chased and shouted. He came to this place because of some memories of physical disability.

“Is anybody there?” The wind came a few steps closer, shouting again at the shrine door. At this point, his ears trembled slightly over his head.

Because he heard footsteps —— if not, not long later, a young witch in a white kimono opened the door without her hair dry out.

“Dog Night Fork...”

The ears were so sensitive, it was easy to follow the wind and hear the name the witch had read in a very light and gentle voice. It's just that the witch also frowned and seemed a little unhappy, "Dog Night Fork, why are you still here? I already said... who's behind you? ”

The wind chase did not know exactly what the relationship was between the dog night fork and this witch, but only came here guided by physical memory - and, of course, there were some thoughts of discovery that led to this bizarre event.

“Neither do I.” Chasing the wind shook his head: “I picked it up on the road, I was seriously injured, I was in a coma, can you help me see it? ”

The witch nodded her head for a while, “Bring her in. ”

Chasing the wind hurriedly walked around with a man behind his back from the box for service and into the shrine. But he just put the man down. Before he could look inside the shrine, he heard the witch's voice, “Just put the man down, you can go out. ”

The other party's attitude was a little too hard, and the wind chaser somehow had a retreat idea… a psychology he felt incredibly scared of himself.

Strange.

Until the witch closed the door and chased the wind and sat alone on the wooden ladder in front of the door, she still felt very confused... maybe this dog night fork was already scared of this woman?

The wind chase was a little confusing, and I looked around boringly and saw a lot of signs hanging from the wooden bar next to me. Because it was too boring, he walked up, rubbing his chin crooked and measuring, "What does it say... ‘next year... a rich harvest’, ‘a son who hopes to be born'? Does that mean" son "? ”

Not long later, a witch's voice suddenly came from the shrine, "Dog Night Fork! ”

The wind rushed in, but the door was still open, and he had to listen and ask, “Is something wrong? ”

“Where did you meet this woman? ”

“On the way.” Chasing the wind and thinking: “Almost on the way to the village... is this woman hopeless? ”

“I can't die temporarily, but I'm hurt badly. And she seems...”

“Like what?” The chasing master's gossip heart is burning.

But there was no sound in the door all of a sudden, but the sound of footsteps was heard.

The chase wind curiously put its ears on the door, wanted to hear it more carefully, the door was opened suddenly, the chase wind could only take two embarrassing steps back, “I didn't eavesdrop! ”

“You are still dead and impolite.” The witch's voice was a little angry.

Chasing the wind was a big shock - the angry voice certainly didn't scare him, but what the woman had in her hand made him feel dangerous!

This is a long bow that a woman doesn't know where she got it from, and she even has an arrow on her back... a long arrow has long been mounted on a long bow, pointing straight at it!

“Wait, what do you want! ”

“I told you, if you dare step into this place, I will kill you! ”

The voice had just fallen, and the witch let go of her finger. The arrow burst out and flew over the wind's cheek. It was so fast that he could not react.

“Hey, I have nothing against you, what do you mean?” Follow the wind and frown!

I can beat people, man or woman!

The witch snorted coldly, took out a long arrow again, and instantly fired it again. This time the wind chase reacted, and I didn't even want to come out and catch the arrow in my hand. I just didn't expect this arrow rod to suddenly send a burning sensation!

It hurts!

Chasing the wind threw the arrow away and looked at the palm of his hand... smoking, the flesh on his palm had even been burned, appearing fleshly blurred.

“What a fool... dare you take my broken arrow with your hands!” The witch is cold at the moment: “Dog Night Fork, you are indeed the stupidest monster ever! ”

“Dead woman, don't think I'll be afraid of you... look at me!” The chase of the wind has obviously been provoked, jumping out in an instant!

But at this time, the witch fired another arrow... the dead woman's arrow seemed to be coming on quite a few more.

The chasing wind twisted in the middle of the sky, dangerously avoiding the shooting of the arrow... but also letting the sharp arrow rip through his clothes, only to hear a bang, something dropped from his clothes.

A book!

When the wind woke up over there, the book was already on this body.

But the wind was still in control of this kind of thing. I just thought that the arrow of this dead woman was too dangerous, so I quickly pulled away the distance and looked at each other with great vigilance.

But the witch frowned, walked out of the shrine, picked up the book on the ground, glanced at it, and looked at the wind, cold asked: "What do you mean? ”

“Here you go…” The wind chase just finished, stood still for a moment - this was a statement that came out of the mouth, not something he wanted to say.

“You... you remember?” The witch took another look, but the look was a little complicated.

“Er... hmm!” The chase nodded and looked at each other as if they were going to stop - because of the book.

Naturally, chasing the wind is not silly, so the solitude nodded, “Well, I've been carrying it, I should... No, just to bring it to you! ”

The witch didn't say anything. She took the book and dropped the long bow on her hand, and walked back to the shrine.

“Wait, what do you mean? ”

She looked back and said softly: "Go away, don't come back... come back, I'll kill you! ”

“Wait, I have something to ask you!” Chasing the wind, "he asked.“ Have you seen a man named Purple Star? She's about your height, by the way. She's beautiful! ”

“Get out!”

An arrow was instantly nailed to the foot of the chase wind, and even the arrow continued to breathe a horror that shook the chase wind!

I consciously swallowed my saliva under the wind, but saw that the shrine door had closed at this time, so I quietly moved my feet away... this damned woman is horrible!

Chasing after the wind disturbed his head, retreating softly, and then leaving the place quickly - he woke up with a strange thought in his mind, but when the book had been sent, that strange thought disappeared.

He felt much more comfortable at once, and at this time he didn't mind being pushed back by this dead woman... as for the life and death of the woman he had picked up, he naturally became even more indifferent.