Trafford’s Trading Club

Neither in order not to let Song Tianyu's expectations fade, nor in order to be able to win in the next competition, Song Cherry could be taken lightly to ask the 'gambling god' to come back out of the river and lake - even if she needed to bring a tug bottle that she knew nothing about when completing this task.

Soon after Sung Cherry's move - at the end of the morning's order, after lunch, she personally found the place where Lo Qiu lived temporarily.

This is the inner courtyard in the cold house, with multiple guards, only the Song family is eligible to live here - Young Master Qiu naturally does not need a majority.

Tap!

Song Cherry placed a thick stack of books in front of Lo Qiu, making the table sound vibrating.

Lochu curiously picked up the top one and looked at Song Cherry: “Are these books for me? ”

This stack of books has accumulated, almost forty or so thick, and without exception, is all about red wine - covering the origins of red wine, making techniques, culture, and so on.

Of course, red wine is a huge academic subject, and while these books are thick, I'm afraid they are just a poppy in red wine culture.

“To show you.” Song Cherry calmly said: “Next, we are going to visit the gambling god ourselves, and the knowledge in this should be used. Rest assured, I won't let you turn your back on the contents against humanity, just ask you not to discuss the red wine topics with a shy face... just watch them tonight. Tomorrow, I'll give you some temporary wine tasting training! ”

After reading more than 40 centimeters of professional books in one night, there are a dozen good stories, isn't it anti-humane?

“I'll try to pick one that interests me.” Lochu nodded and was not angry.

The packaging of these books is unusual, giving Lochu a strong sense of history, and with the financial resources of the Song family, there is probably some more precious information mixed here.

Lo Qiu has always had a good attitude in learning knowledge, and now someone comes to the door and naturally does not intend to refuse politely.

Song Cherry has a certain perception of the temperamental temperament of Roquette. At this time, he was too lazy to compare the derivative taste of Roquette. Instead, he said directly: “The gambling god doesn't have much taste, but red wine is one of them. Otherwise, he would not retire and hide his own creation of a vineyard. I received a message that the day after tomorrow, the god of gambling will hold a new wine tasting in his estate. I will get the invitation letter. You will accompany me there, it's kind of a statement to my grandfather! ”

Luo Qiu thought about it, in fact, he had gotten used to the fact that small things were arranged in the right environment… Although he was only going to walk through the field and play soy sauce on his own request to Song Daddy, it was not good to be too helpful.

With the prolongation of the holidays, there was a resurgence in some of his notions of lightness.

Lo Qiu did not know the extent to which this could be restored, and at this time he was only looking for the purpose, so he was obviously very satisfied with Song Cherry's arrangement.

“Thank you very much.” Lochu nodded.

“Not hard... your sister! ”

Song Ying suddenly feels something out of context - how can you feel like an assistant to this guy?

Lochu just laughed, turned over a few books, and picked a temporarily eye-closing one to look at, but only a few pages later, Lochu looked up and said, "Are you going to read it with me? ”

“No time!” As soon as Song Cherry turned around, he saw the silent glitter next to him and then quickly walked out.

“Did Song Cherry ever do the same?” Rochu suddenly asked after looking at the red wine book in his hand, "when you followed her. ”

Sweet shook his head and was somewhat admirable: “This is not usually the case. However, there are only two of them that can make Miss Cherry fail, including Young Master Qiu. ”

“One more?” Lochu asked with interest.

“Yes, madam.” Glamorous bass.

Lo Qiu smiled heartily, pointing to his opposite side, “Don't stand there, you should take a look, it's quite interesting. ”

Sweet shook his head, "I'm useless at learning this. ”

“There's no harm in learning more.” Lochu reads the side of the book: “Think of it as a time out, or you'll be bored... maybe you can walk outside and relax. ”

“Well... I'd better read.” Li Hong sat down, and Lo Qiu picked one up and moved it to Li Hong's face.

She suddenly realized that Master Qiu's means… he easily gave people two different choices, and then let them choose the one he wanted without temper.

Reading books and going for a walk… As a bodyguard, it is impossible to let her master out of her sight - of course, she can choose not to read and just stand there.

But with hints like "sit down," "send time," and so on, subjective consciousness is directly offset.

Kam Hung looked up at Lo Qiu quietly, but saw Lo Qiu Jinjin read the book tastefully... maybe he thought too much?

What an incredible man.

Hmm... this book is really interesting.

Perhaps because of the serenity of the relationship, it has always been just about guns, fights, etc. and the glimmer of knowledge about one's profession, but it is easy to read the contents of the book.

I just picked it out... haven't I seen it before?

Probably because this book is mixed up in a bunch of professional books with a bad painting style... it's actually a comic book.

"Droplets of God."

Wait, isn't that... I can only see the extent of comic books????

……

……

Under the night sky, the lights are shining.

Yet at a time when space is shaking - as if it were floating out of water - at a height that is difficult for ordinary people to see, two shadows emerge from the ripples of the air.

The first to see is the golden Wolfgang, followed by the accompanying Noah. Noah wore a grey white robe and a strange purple belt, while a hood covered his face beneath his nose.

They descended on the shoulders of that giant statue of God on the Bakery Mountain, overlooking the city together.

Wolfgang said at this point, "Noah, how long has it been since you came to the Lord? ”

“It's been a while.” Noah silenced for a while, then looked around at the City of God, "no matter how many different space-times, the filthy smell hidden beneath beauty has never changed. ”

“Hmm...” Wolfgang nodded, then measured the head of the huge God next to him with some fun. He stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly, “Every time I saw this thing, I remembered the scene I saw on the 16th Earth… infinite corpses climbing, like ants traveling as a whole, covering Him, completely submerging Him in despair. ”

“Earth 16 has been destroyed by Michal, and now Michal is rebuilding a new civilization after Earth 16… according to their philosophy, of course.” Noah calmly said, "I don't know what Michal would do on the Lord's side. ”

“Different space-times have different directions, and this development on the side of the Lord's World is far behind the Michal Club on Earth 16.” Wolfgang shook his head: “After all, it may not be the protagonist chosen by the Lord to initiate extinction, is it? ”

“It's not settled yet, don't judge it too early..." Noah waved, closing her eyes and then opened her eyes again for a while: “There are no signs of lost ground around here. Wolfgang, you may have misdirected Lucifer's disappearance. ”

“No?” Wolfgang was surprised: “But I couldn't find the note in the wind either... at least I couldn't feel it in this country. Did Lucifer leave South America? ”

Noah shrugged for a moment and suddenly said: “For some reason, I feel uneasy here, as if I was being watched by something… This dark night, a strange power is implicitly revealed. ”

“Hazard class?” Wolfgang's face changed slightly to make Noah say weird words, and he wouldn't dare to take it lightly.

“Unable to define.” Noah lifted her hood and revealed her wrinkled eyebrows, "and the flowers appeared and disappeared again. ”

Wolfgang calmly said, "Is it a spy of the will of the Lord? Noah, has it been too long since you've been back, facing the spy of the will of the world, and suddenly you haven't adapted? ”

“Perhaps.” Noah nodded, just that the heavy look didn't diminish, "let's be careful and listen to the new guy Dong Zhuo brought back, the club walked in the main world this time. ”

Wolfgang nodded, “There's one thing going on, but the club shouldn't be here right now. According to the news from the newcomer, the club should still be in China by now, and a new owner has been replaced. ”

“I know.” Noah nodded, "I heard it was an interesting guy... if I had the chance, I'd say hello to the new boss. ”

Wolfgang heard that he also shook his hands with a bitter smile and ten fingers moved.

The two remained silent for a long time.

Noah put the hood back on and looked at Wolfgang: “Take me to Charlotte, maybe she has something to hide from us... too few clues, it's hard to judge. ”

“Then come on.” Wolfgang waved, pointing somewhere in the city under the night sky.

……

After the two quickly left, next to the shoulder of the statue of God, they once again poured out the ripples in the air and slowly came out at night when they switched back into a maid costume. She held her hands gently against each other in the abdominal position, "The Book of Empty... Noah... the Ark. ”

Whoever comes... as long as it doesn't ruin the business of the club, it's the unrelated guy.

A smile suddenly appeared on the maid's face and she stretched her finger slightly over the statue of God, then turned away and the moment disappeared.

……

……

Late at night, even in busy places like hospitals, it was almost quiet, except occasionally there were nurses on patrol and doctors on duty walking around - of course, the first aid was still lit.

But the inpatient department is comfortable enough to keep the patient asleep.

Barbara has left, and she will be here in the morning to replace Mr. Ofey - who was going to persuade Mr. Ofey to go home and take a break first, because he still has important work to do tomorrow, although Mr. Ofey insists on staying for some reason this time.

With no choice, Barbara can only go home and rest first and come back tomorrow to replace her.

In the private room, Mr. Ofey lay on the couch and had fallen asleep. It's just that he's holding the brown notebook with his hands at the moment… he's finished reading the contents.

All of a sudden, Dr. Frankie on the bed sat up and he opened his eyes and looked around blindly. He doesn't know how he got here, it seems like a hospital.

He saw a man lying on the couch, and Dr. Frankie frowned, always feeling that the man gave him a very familiar feeling, but he just couldn't remember the name of the man —— even though he subconsciously thought that he was a stranger.

Dr. Frankie hesitated for a moment, and he wasn't going to wake this stranger.

He quietly walked out of bed, feeling very hungry, wanting something to eat, grabbed an apple from the table and chewed it up, while pushing the door of the ward out.

He walked down the hallway of the hospital, chewing on the apple.

He wants to ask a doctor or nurse why he's in this place… but this hospital is somewhat different from the one he remembers.

When did Rio have such a clean and sophisticated hospital… and even many instruments that he could not name?

Suddenly, Dr. Frankie saw a man dressed as a patient, smoking in the corner of the overhead, talking… as if he were on the phone.

Dr. Frankie waited a while before the man finished making the call and walked over and patted each other on the shoulder.

This ghost scared the patient who was smoking in the middle of the night, but it was only after seeing an old patient that he relieved himself, "Oh... old sir, please don't scare me in the middle of the night. If the nurse finds out, I'll be in trouble. ”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.” Dr. Frankie apologizes. “Can you pick me up for a second? I want to call home. ”

The man was stunned for a while, but borrowed the phone, and he wasn't afraid of what the old man could do... just when Dr. Frankie answered the phone, he didn't move, he just took the phone and looked left to the right.

“Old man, hit me. I have to get back to my room, or they'll find me stealing it.” Men rushed.

Dr. Frankie hesitated for a moment, and he felt a little burned in the face - as a well-known university professor and intellectual, he was really ashamed of what he was going to say.

But he had to say, “I... I don't think I'm going to use your phone... is this a phone? ”

“This is the latest out of Apple 9, how can it not be a phone! Old man, are you stupid?” Man stands still, then he remembers something, "Oh... you're the kind of guy who only uses old people's machines, right? Come on, you give me the number, I'll call you through. ”

“Okay.” Dr. Frankie helplessly handed over his phone and quickly read out a number, “this is my home phone. ”

The man called directly, but quickly frowned: "Old man, this number is empty, it doesn't exist. ”

“What?” Dr. Frankie opened his mouth.