Trafford’s Trading Club

Master, your hands are bleeding. Let me clean them up for you.

So the damp clove began to wrap around his fingers and gently roll around.

Sometimes you suck like a baby, sometimes like you're tasting a sweet bat.

At this point, if paired with the stare of a swinging dark blue eye, the food will work better.

- This kind of plot, naturally, doesn't happen.

After that little bit of blood was wiped clean, that little wound on his finger was completely healed - as long as he was in the club, the boss was immortal.

Remember when the first customer hit him in the forehead with a gun, he was still able to stand up alive. Today, it is only a minor injury that is lighter than the cut. If the maid hadn't cared, the boss would not have actually ignored it: as a person who often goes in and out of the kitchen, it is very unusual to cut occasionally.

“Ah - help - stay away -!!! ”

Bucky on the couch suddenly fell to the ground and struggled in panic, punching and even waving at the air.

But Bucky soon realized that he didn't seem to be in that horrible place anymore, and there weren't countless snakes crawling around - here, obviously, where he first walked in.

And now it's no longer that horrible three-headed monster with that bloody corpse maid. This pair of young men and women returned to their original appearance.

Bucky decided... Lucifer wasn't here?

He remembered that when the surrounding environment began to change for the first time, that giant three-headed monster appeared with a corpse maid, making horrible lava underneath, he called out to Lucifer with great urgency.

He didn't want to die, and he was very, very reluctant to die like this - even if he needed to use his second wish.

But... Lucifer didn't come.

Did your call fail?

But it shouldn't be...

When Bucky looked at these young men and women again, his eyes became uncertain.

His mind was turning, and he was calculating his current situation frantically: the information about this place, the moment he walked in, seemed to have been branded in his original cognition —— a wonderful thing.

But as the covenant of Lucifer, as the one who gave his soul to the King of Hell, Bucky was just surprised, not scared, by this unconventional means, which he was able to accept very well.

He started to sort out what was being instilled in the cognition, the information about this club: this is where you can buy anything, and what you trade is everything but wealth.

At first sight, there are many similarities between this operation and Lucifer's contract. It's just that Lucifer designates her soul as a sacrifice, obtaining three wishes from her.

When the average demon walks in the human race, he uses his wishes as bait to entice mankind to sell its soul.

But lower-level demons are usually able to satisfy only one desire, and they are still the kind of restricted desire. More advanced demons seem to be able to achieve two aspirations.

Lucifer is three, and with very few restrictions - wishing, of course, does not include actions like ‘I want to have the same capabilities as you’, ‘Give me another N wishes’.

Bucky doesn't know exactly how Lucifer weighs these three wishes.

Sometimes he even thinks that Lucifer would feel bad if he really helped him achieve three wishes and finally took his soul.

Of course, he couldn't synchronize the way Lucifer was a witch —— but the club's words made Bucky embrace the past.

Anything can be bought with a belt if you have enough money - that is, if you can offer something of value, you can buy something of equal value.

Of course, it must not be an absolute principle of fair return, and there are no traders in the world who follow an equivalent exchange.

But even so, Bucky has an incredible idea: this place is probably much safer than Lucifer's!

This is doing business, I hope, not as much fraud as Lucifer... as long as you measure the weight relationship between demand and donation...

Bucky felt his brain was so clear at the moment... I don't know why, even Bucky's brain hole felt scared since Lucifer came into contact with something extraordinary.

He and Mingo were a handful of businessmen in the past at Emperor Command - specializing in business matters. Though he also often kills people to set them on fire, he feels that he is definitely a smart party and that he would have been a very successful businessman if he hadn't gone astray when he was younger.

He likes the feeling of raw capital accumulation, especially watching the accumulation of wealth - which makes him feel flashy, even more than any great orgasm experience.

Yes… yes, the key is the accumulation of seed capital!

The owner of the club in front of him is a businessman - he is teaching a businessman… a magical businessman who can buy anything here…

Original capital accumulation…

Continuous partnership…

Maximize profit…

Countless crazy thoughts were generated in Bucky's brain, eventually a crazy note, and Bucky suddenly raised his head. His eyes were hot and filled with an original sin called greed.

Boss Luo quietly measured Bucky's change and had a smile on his face... this soul is much more interesting than he thought.

In the boss's vision, the light of Bucky's soul, like a spectrum, beats back and forth in different colors over time.

Boss Lo easily felt Bakina's gaze, far beyond the greed of ordinary people… This greed, like a regulator, constantly stimulated the change in the light of his soul.

“Guest, would you like a drink?” The boss smiled.

The broken cup and debris have been cleaned up at night, and Boss Lo has reformulated a new drink: Bloody Mary.

“Oh... okay.” Bucky set his mind.

He believes that, as long as he doesn't die, the size of the boss in front of him will refresh his perception of things -- he sits in front of the counter like an old customer at a bar he often visits.

Bucky drank all this bloody Mary, feeling the burning sensation in his throat, and he licked his lips and suddenly asked, "A question? ”

“Excuse me.” Boss Lo smiled slightly: “We are happy to answer customer questions… of course, some inquiries are charged. ”

Bucky nodded, looked at the young mysterious boss, and looked at the beautiful maid around him - he was fascinated by the moment, but soon woke up.

One is that he has experienced too much fumigation from two good friends, Lucifer and Charlotte, and is far more resistant to beauty than usual.

Second... he knows exactly what kind of woman can fuck herself and what kind of woman can't!

Three is: fuck women, where's the money coming from?

So he took a deep breath and asked nervously, "Which one is better, you and Lucifer? ”

Boss Lo shrugged and tried to describe the gap between the two with the most accurate words… but the maid had been very good at the subject.

She looked at Bucky and smiled, “Have you ever heard of manta rays? ”

Bucky nodded: “I know that manta is the devil fish. ”

And the maid said softly, "Do you know the blue whale? ”

Bucky nodded again.

"That's the gap between us. ”

Bucky stunned, then looked a little weird... humble to death?

However, this self-confidence infected Bucky… he didn't really think there was such a huge gap between the two, but at least it seemed to be more powerful than Lucifer to lose - at least his call to Lucifer had failed.

The mysterious, powerful Dark Queen who seemed to have suffered a little... Bucky could feel this implicitly - from the covenant between him and Lucifer.

Bucky was silent for a long time, then shook his head: “I think I know how you do business… what's most valuable to me is my soul, right? ”

“That's right.” The boss nodded.

Bucky said helplessly: "But my soul has long been marked by some demon, as if it were in your rules, and it is no longer my own personal possession? ”

Boss Luo bluntly said: "Well... theoretically, if all three of your wishes have not been fulfilled, it is still yours..."

As soon as Boss Luo grabbed it, he created a yellow page in his hand.

“Look, is this a contract you signed with her before?” Boss Lo pushed this page in front of Bucky.

Bucky incredibly raised his hands directly and glanced at each of the lines above, and he was terrified: "This is… how can this contract be in your hands! ”

“Tearing doesn't help either, Guest.” Boss Lo said softly: “This deed is not an original, it's just a copy I've printed out. I just want you to confirm what's in it. Please look at section 30 of article 5, which says: 'Only when all the wishes of the devotee are fulfilled must the devotee give his own soul’. ”

Damn... how did you do it!!

At the same time, Bucky even had the magical illusion that he was now like a man who had gotten involved in a lawsuit, at a time when he was looking for a loophole in the case file contract with the lawyer he was looking for.

- Well, we can actually fight this case like this... if we start with this... balabala...

“This... can I get this contract from you too?” Bucky's breathing got a little faster.

As long as the original of this deed is torn, the deed between him and Lucifer will lapse - even though it lapses, the wishes previously fulfilled will not be recovered!

This! He used 20 female students and 20 small white faces to get valuable information from an 'employee' in a 'Flaming Red Lips’ bar!

“Theoretically, it's available as long as you can afford it. ”

Returning to the question of the ‘funds' that you hold - the key, indeed, is the seed capital that you can accumulate.

“I see.” Bucky takes a deep breath right now, "I'm buying a way to collect my soul! Don't be too advanced, as long as it's the simplest, or even the roughest... since it still belongs to me, then... I can use it, right? ”

"That's true," said the boss. However, Guests, your soul is still yours, but because you have already signed a contract with someone else… I'm afraid your soul is worth a little less, given the blockage we will encounter in collecting it in the future when we deliver it to you. ”

Bucky doesn't mind the other side's underpricing behavior -- which businessman doesn't? That's the most normal thing.

As for using your own soul... who cares? Even if Bucky implicitly learned a lot about the soul after death from the mouths of those idiotic demons who often drink and then say nothing, he didn't care about handing over his soul.

It's like doing business urgently requires money, then lending from a bank… lending, you always give the bank something to collateralize.

Mortgaged real estate? It's all right, we'll get it back later! Can be redeemed later!

This is the idea of a very normal businessman: how to cash out more capital!

And what he's going to show is how to collect his soul! When he can gather a lot of souls, he will naturally be able to buy more from here… and he will have a long-standing partnership with the club.

Like dealership-supplier relationships, there may be a number of benefits to be gained in the future.

“How to collect souls?” Boss Lo nodded, "there is indeed a set of methods that are better suited to your Guests and that work well, even for ordinary people. ”

“What is it!” Bucky breathed fast again.

Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!

His eyes were as if they were full of these two words… At this moment, in Boss Lo's sight, Bucky's soul light flashed like a lit magnesium strip, emitting an eye-catching strong light.

“Faith." From Boss Lo's mouth, gently spit out the sentence.

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Many felt that today was a particularly unlucky day, when calm harbour cities were hit by intense storms and no news had been broadcast from the observatory.

This has resulted in considerable losses to many people - especially the private yacht that docked at the pier. The owners of yachts want to cry even more.

Of course, much more has been lost - because throughout the storm, communications throughout the city have been terribly attacked.

Whether it's a cell phone, a landline, or even a computer, there's a lot of damage to electronic products at the same time.

Arnold frowned and looked at his completely black phone. It's not just him, it's the people around him, it's the same thing at the moment. As for the several TVs placed on the cabinets of the street electronics stores, they also turned directly into snowflakes at the moment.

“Heard that if the activity of the solar blacks is particularly intense, it will have a very intense impact on us and then cause the electronic components to fail? ”

There is a man in his ear who thinks he knows a lot and is talking to his peers.

Arnold shook his head and was not interested in participating in such street discussions. He watched the winds blowing down the street and making a mess, tightening his bag - his clothes wetting the storm, he needed to find a place to change first.

Fortunately, this strange storm came and went fast.

But it was before dusk, and now the storm is fading away, and the whole sky has completely faded... Arnold looked around and quickly walked towards a nearby public toilet.

He didn't notice that behind him, a figure had quietly followed him up...