Trafford’s Trading Club

The last time I went back to my hometown, it was for Grandma Haru's illness. Finally, Grandma Haru did not regret leaving the world, and Rochu knew something about her birth from Grandma Haru's mouth.

His father, Rocky, was not born to his grandfather, but a adopted child.

Lochu did not know who his father had told him before his birth, and even if he knew it himself, it was doubtful, but it did not prevent Lochu from curious about his birth.

And the people who adopted Rocky in that year have now passed away, and there was no clue left in that year. Rocky wanted to pursue it, and in the end, he could only use the divine intelligence capabilities of the altar.

Naturally, the lowest altar of the club didn't disappoint him, and eventually it locked the position of someone of the same blood as Rocky, in South America - that is, the degree to which he brought the club down.

This is not a journey to roots.

Long ago, Rocchu knew that the village of Rocchua was his root, as was the root of his late father. Rocky never said anything to his son, Rocky, about his birth, and he wanted to come to a decision long ago.

Today, there is only one thing that matters to Rocchu's emotions. For the so-called true relatives of the same origin, he did not see where the relatives were.

In his view, the composition of affection is the accumulation of time.

Travellers on the streets, they don't know each other, they don't have blood, but they live together for a long time, they snuggle together, they support each other, the days grow, they probably have a family feeling, they call each other family, why not?

Rocky was just looking for a real thought —— his father Rocky, why he was abandoned, intentionally, or compelled.

The altar should be able to give Lochu an answer in this regard.

But as a son of man, you have to find the answer yourself. There are things that are not personal because of perseverance, just because it is an obligation as a human child.

It is also possible to feel this obligation, so that Lochu feels that he is part of the human race and that there is residue.

……

Unight naturally knows why the boss came here. The maid doesn't have any hesitations and will support all the boss's decisions. But once the club opens, it means it needs to open.

In that case, neither she nor Rochu, the boss, had the means to control the business.

Despite this operation, which can delay the Golden Master Card handed over by the Dark Soul Messenger, there is no way for those guests who voluntarily walk into the club in the middle of a lost cause, as this is part of the future.

As a store owner, Lochu has the authority to suspend business, but not indefinitely, and it itself has a time limit.

Some of this is similar to how long an employee has a fixed annual leave, which can be enjoyed at will for one year - suspension of business is similar to a leave for the boss himself.

Naturally, it was not possible for Rocchu to exhaust the period of suspension in search of the true desire of the year, so the business resumed as soon as the club's new address had been chosen.

Comparatively, the time of this relocation actually falls within the period of authority to suspend business.

Once again, the altar is saying that it is naturally not good.

But if the club itself were here, it would be much more convenient to move freely in this city, and in a large area nearby?

Who's going to shut it down on purpose?

A storm suddenly broke out when the lobby items had just been packed at night. This is not a novelty for this harbour city, and it is summer time, because the heat seems to have subsided somewhat with the arrival of rain.

Boss Luo opened the door and took a look. The building in this place is extremely dense, the sky is cloudy and the ground is raining heavily. This place looks like a place without light.

“Looks like we'll go out tomorrow.” Lochu looked back at Yu Night.

Boss Lo is not a person who likes to travel during rainy days, even if the rain can't interfere with him in any way.

Unight nodded and began to wiggle the old recorder in the corner, along with the vinyl dishes in the cabinet. The vinyl dish needs to be maintained on a regular basis, otherwise it can wear easily and the sound quality is naturally poor.

“Master, would you like something?” Unight brought out an album.

Lochu smiled and sat on a rocking chair by the window, turning over a local tourist offense to look at.

The maid knew that it was the owner's idea, and her eyes swept over the envelope of a vinyl dish, and finally picked out one, jazz-style.

The singer is Djavan.

Soft music sounded, exotic men's voices made this sudden rain seem less irritating, and Rocchu thought for a moment: “Make some wine, then serve some cheese. ”

“Okay.”

As the maid was about to walk into the kitchen, the bell in the club lobby suddenly rang. Almost as soon as the bell rang, a wolf burst into the lobby.

Wet, even chilly from the other person's body on such a hot day.

The owner let go of the tour booklet, which had just been turned on a few pages, and the maid stopped to look at the wolf who had broken in.

The other person gasped and was in a hurry to apply. As soon as he came in, he quickly shut the door, and then his body stood against the door before quickly measuring the lobby of the club.

A damp, brown wave with long hair, about eighteen or nine years old. It is a white species that is more common in this country, probably from Portuguese descent at the time of this degree of national integration.

She looked out in a hurry and seemed worried about what was close to her. Lochu looked out through the glass of the window and found that several men with flashlights were searching for something in the rain on the dark streets.

They found nothing, cursed, and continued their search nearby.

But this wet girl finds strangely that some of the men out there don't seem to have found her hiding in this shop... strangely.

But anyway, she did escape the danger once, so she looked at the only man and woman in the room, a little surprised, and she smiled and blinked, “Can I sit here for a while? Don't worry, I'll pay for it. ”

……

Not surprisingly long ago, Lochu put down his travel brochure and stood up, smiling: “We never charge anything to entertain guests here. ”

“Really?” The girl gauged from a new round.

The style of decoration in this shop is completely out of line with the style of the slum outside.

She seemed to have a long history of seeing everything here… if not something of great value.

She had a chance to walk into a rich manor that showed off something valuable. But it doesn't seem to compare to here —— of course, it's just her instinct, and she doesn't have any research into authenticating antiques at all, even if it's a really valuable painting or something like that in front of her, it's cheaper than a pile of money.

And she's even more curious that even if everything here is fake, it costs a lot to come. Is the owner of this shop an idiot? In a place like this, showing off this kind of wealth.

Speaking of which, when did this store open, she never seemed to remember it before... and it was even stranger that it looked rich and could be safely opened.

This man, like an Oriental. And this maid, she seems hybrid?

The girl had a lot of speculation in her heart, but her face slowly calmed down, thinking that the threat from outside had temporarily left her, making her feel more comfortable.

“Oh, really? That's wonderful.” Listening to the boss, the girl unnecessarily found a stool to sit on and began to twist her clothes.

The water spilled out of the clothes and suddenly slipped out of the beach. She just remembered that this was not her place and looked at Lochu with some anxiety.

“It's okay.” Rochu shook his head, "Do you need to change? We can offer you. ”

“No charge?” The girl suddenly asked.

She seemed to have an unexpected obsession with money, but Lochu shook his head. Yet the girl seemed less convinced that such a good thing would happen, thinking that it might be a trap - one that existed in the slums too big to pay attention to, minute after minute without knowing it.

So she shook her head quickly.

“Then have a drink...” Boss Luo said to the maid, not concerned. "Prepare a drink for the lady. ”

It was in Rocchu's mother tongue, but the girl obviously couldn't understand it and immediately showed her vigilant expression. Lochu took a look and apologized: "Sorry, I just got here. I'm not used to your language. Relax, I'm just letting her get you some hot drinks, and I think you're gonna need some hot drinks right now. ”

The girl... just came to this place?

Either that accent or she thought the boss was a native here!

The girl hesitated to nod her head, then looked at Lochu and remained vigilant, continuing to twist the water marks of her clothes - since they said they didn't mind, she naturally wouldn't let the clothes get wet, wouldn't she find it hard for herself?

Don't blame me for being so generous!

Soon after, the young girl brought a hot drink to the girl. She sniffed and then frowned, feeling the smell of the play was a little choking.

The maid said softly: "This is ginger tea, it can drive the cold. This is a good drink from my master's hometown. ”

The girl picked it up, but she didn't drink it, just holding a warm cup in her hands, purely a warm act.

She still looked out very disturbed - through the glass of the cabinet, the girl could see the men outside, slamming at the door of a family store at the moment.

The outside suddenly became a riot.

But what surprised her was that this obvious and eye-catching shop seemed to have been overlooked by some of the men out there - she could see a man walking right through it, but she couldn't see it!

“Why don't they... come in?” The girl suddenly became somewhat suspicious.

She knows exactly what happened to the men who caught her outside - even if this looks like a rich place, it should be more "welcome”.

Does the owner of this shop have a background that makes the men out there constipated?

“They wouldn't be here today if there wasn't a need.” The boss is very straightforward: “Of course, I'm not sure if I'll come in later. We always have a sudden need. ”

The girl frowned and it was difficult for her to understand what was said, but it did not prevent her from interpreting it as saying that several men outside would not come in tonight and that she would be safe as long as she stayed here.

She glanced and suddenly said, "Can I stay here for the night? ”

“Overnight?” Lochu repeated the girl's request because she walked in a little suddenly and he hadn't had time to introduce the club.

“Yes, overnight.” The girl stood up.

The more she thinks this young Oriental should have some skills... not be afraid of those men outside, otherwise he should hand himself over first.

“To escape danger?” Lochu nodded, "If that's the case, you can't follow the usual charges. ”

A simple overnight stay, one protection at a time, is naturally two different costs.

But the girl seemed to know it would be the same, and before Boss Lo had finished, she said first: “I don't think you're a poor person, so I'm not going to give you the money either. But I can give you something else, and I promise you you'll be satisfied. ”

“Oh, really?” Lochu was sure the girl was interesting.

Each Guest is different and is considered a less pleasant pleasure in a tedious trade negotiation. Lochu laughed. “What is it, for example? ”

“My services.” The girl suddenly stood up.

Because the clothes wet the rain, it now directly affects every inch of her skin. The girl had almost no excess needles on her, unusually hot body, like the Samba girl on the poster.

“Service?” Lochu stunned.

“Yes, my service.” The girl laughed, "I still have some faith in my appearance, maybe not as good as the one next to you... but I think my skills will definitely be much better than hers. Every guest of mine won't forget my tricks, every time they light me! Men like me! ”

Very confident… this is the first type of career that Lochu has encountered.

“And I have a better accent!” The girl suddenly licked her mouth, “I can suck it out in three minutes! ”

Is a sex worker...