Trafford’s Trading Club

In fact, Bucky feels that he has made a lot of progress in cooking lately, especially in fried meatloaf.

Because most of the time the pieces of meat bought from the maid are raw - although eating raw meat is something you can't help but get used to, Bucky thought about it, why not make your experience better?

Although the maid will leave, don't you have the club pad on hand? Buy what you can, just give some extra shipping, and gradually become more financially powerful and Bucky doesn't feel really heartbroken.

Instead, with this mobile terminal, you can avoid too much contact with this black, black maid, and Bucky even feels relieved.

Bucky was in a very good mood, and after the maid left, she went straight into her own private kitchen, opened the stove fire, and put a cut piece of meat in the pan, humming a little song, and started cooking this unusual delicacy.

Salt - After sprinkling some salt grains onto the meat chunk in a particularly sloppy position, Bucky suddenly twisted his waist and then, at the top of his hand, the meat platter on the pan was thrown away, but flipped over and then fell again.

Continue to pour salt grains in the sloppy position.

But at this point, the telephone next to him rang, but Bucky didn't move, and he focused on cooking his own delicacies —— because the beautiful girls who had been waiting in the kitchen, one of them came out, put the phone by Bucky's side, and carefully placed it next to his ear.

“Oh... Bethon, what can I do for you?” Bucky asked casually.

For this Mr. Besson, Bucky is becoming more and more fond —— of course, for Mr. Besson's wicked wife, Bucky is becoming more fond.

Although more and more people have been willing to give their lives lately, and Bucky even has the feeling of being too busy - he occasionally enters Mr. Besson's wife into a life of friendship.

“Meet someone?” Bucky stunned, then said: "Oh... I remember, I promised... have you arrived yet? All right, let them wait. I'll be right back. ”

After that, Bucky continued to fry the steak, thinking about what —— this visitor was called St. Francis, as if he were a foreign Doctor of Doubles, and looked a little financially. Having heard from Besson that this Dr. St. Francis seemed to have an idea to participate in this year's presidential election and had had private contacts with the heads of multiple parties, it has not yet been decided which party to run for.

There is a national dignitary, Mr. Ofei, who has secretly helped to make the Baki theocracy grow rapidly… if even the future president…!

“Ha ha! ”

Bucky laughed happily and felt like he was at the height of his life!

“Girls, get ready. Let's go meet the guests! ”

Bucky put out the furnace fire and opened his hands, and the two beautiful girls around him quickly untied his apron, while the third pretty girl carefully filled the plate with fried meat plates.

But Bucky was in such a fast mood that he ate an expired French snail, even though he was in front of him with his favorite 'miracle meat’.

……

With a white scarf around his neck and Bucky sitting at the table with his hands open, the waitresses gave him a knife and fork and unlocked half of the face mask for him to eat.

However, when the knife had just been cut off, Mr. Besson had brought today's guests to Bucky's.

“Sorry, just a little busy. ”

Even though it is now the 'Messenger of God', Bucky will come up with a humble head for strangers who have not yet joined the club.

“It's okay, I'm interrupting. I didn't know you were eating. Actually, I can keep waiting.” The same polite voice.

But the sound of Bucky was like being climbed by a snake —— Bucky turned his head slowly and looked at the guy who was tied in by Besson through the door, the so-called Dr. St. Francis!

Didn't he fuck with Ming in jail with a woman??

“Hello, Mr. Divine Envoy.” St. Francis now gauged the ‘Messenger of God' in front of him and quickly put his hands on his chest, bowing slightly, "it is an honor to meet you. ”

It doesn't seem to be Bucky... quite different in size - this‘ messenger of God 'made him feel fine, and the last time Bucky was reunited with some of his prison brothers at the opera house, Bucky was clearly obese with his body emptied of alcohol.

After the bow of St. Francis, he did not raise his head - this is some of the etiquette that Mr. Besson taught him when he came in, saying that the power of the ‘Messenger of God' could not be readily seen by mortals, and without the consent of the Messenger of God, it was forbidden to look up directly.

Saint François did it, and came in with him, as did Corsini, who was dressed carefully.

Bucky cried out loud in the play this time. Goodbye, when we were hanging out together with the old man, we really had the urge to go up and give this girl a kick in the pants!

He escaped from the theater and was planning to go back to his home camp. Who knew about the civil unrest in the home camp and was directly exposed to KO? If he hadn't kept an unknown secret (a contract with Queen Lucifer, the Hell), I'm afraid he'd really be hitting GG.

And this is all because of Ming's anti-bone boy!

“The messenger? Messenger?” Mr. Besson suddenly woke up softly next to Baki.

Bucky just returned to God, listening only to Mr. Besson whispering: "Messenger, this Mr. St. Francis is here in good faith, do you see? ”

“Well, I get it.” Bucky nodded this moment.

It was only then that Mr. Besson stepped forward and cleared his voice: “Mr. St. Francis, please raise your head and the Messenger has allowed us to continue our meeting with you. ”

“Thank you very much.” St. Francis raised his head with a smile.

But instead of continuing to look at him, the ‘Messenger of God' began to eat his meat steak slowly and seemingly to leave people alone.

St. Francis doesn't mind either - he never lacks patience, otherwise he cannot hide in prison while studying several different professions to enrich himself.

St. Francis stood by very quietly and looked almost comparable to Mr. Besson.

“I've heard from Besson that you've asked to see me several times.” Bucky had already eaten half of it and suddenly stopped to ask, “Why do you want to see me? ”

“I want to see the power of miracles.” St. Francis made his point quite straightforward.

“Oh, the power of miracles? ”

Bucky put down his knife and fork at this moment, and the maid around him quickly picked up a brand new napkin and wiped his lips, and he went on to say, “I heard Bethon say that you are a PhD with a double material degree, a highly intelligent man. What, you don't believe in science anymore? ”

“I believe in science and I believe in miracles.” St. Francis responded freely at this point: "Because I believe that miracles are also a science. A discipline that we humans have not been able to analyse so far. But everything must have its meaning, so why not believe in miracles? Why not? ”

“Interesting answer.” Bucky smiled... what the hell is this guy talking about, so obstinate?

“Thank you for your appreciation.” St. Francis smiled modestly.

This even makes Bucky feel like this is the real Ming brother he knows, or... is this actually Ming's twin brother?

No, no, no, no. The backbone of the Emperor's Command was well known. If Ming had twin brothers, he wouldn't have heard a thing.

“Well... you want to see miracles. It's not really impossible.” Bucky, get up now.

And the maids unwrapped the napkin he was wearing out of his neck —— at a time when St. Francis suddenly looked at Bucky's neck -- and wore a little pendant with a black rope.

This is the key to activating the nuclear warhead. It's on me!

It was a moment to recall when Roger and Moria were together at the opera house, showing the key without any hesitation, and St. Fran's pupils suddenly contracted.

Why are you here?

No… this person is definitely Bucky, if not the guy who has a close relationship with Bucky —— and the other person knows he's here.

But why does this messenger of God want to carry this key and not hide it at all, as if he was completely unafraid of others knowing...

No, it's not that he's not afraid that others will know, it's that he doesn't even know himself!

“What do I have?” Bucky now feels that Mingo… St. Francis seems a little off.

St. Francis smiled in a hurry: "No, I'm just a little surprised. Because I thought the ‘Messenger of God' might be a weak old man, but now I can't imagine how strong your body is. ”

“Really?” Bucky laughed with some pride while sucking his stomach up, "a lot of people said of me. ”

“The messenger has just said that it is not impossible for me to see the true miracle…" St. Francis took the opportunity to take two steps at this time, “Excuse me…”

But he quickly stopped the maid next to Bucky.

“I'm sorry, I'm so excited. If there's anything offensive, please forgive me.” St. Francis regrettably retreated to his original position.

It is true that the key is true, exactly the same, just not wrong… St. Francis thought of himself implicitly.

“If you want to see it, show me your piety!” Bucky cried cold at this moment: “The glory of my Lord only shines upon those who praise and care for Him day and night. ”

St. Francis was not too surprised by this answer - because, in his view, the Church itself is suspected of wildly enriching itself. It's just that he hasn't been able to figure out how these churches don't even happen to stand out, and how do these followers volunteer so much?

But Mr. Besson reacted differently -- because he knew that the messengers were basically coming up here to bless those who wanted to join the club and let him experience the power of God directly?

“Of course!” St. Francis smiles now, "but today is really a little under-prepared. How about this? Apostle, in order to show my respect for you, I intend to host a banquet in my home, at which time I will certainly show you my devotion. ”

“Banquet?” Bucky asked curiously, "What kind of party? ”

St. Francis looked at Costney, “It's a little girl's birthday dinner. In two days, she'll be 20 years old. Oh, I was thinking, if the little girl could see the wonders on her birthday, she'd be happy all her life. I hope that the Messenger will give me this little wish. ”

Listen to St. Francis, Bucky. That's the girl next to him.

Almost at first sight, Bucky was attracted to the beauty of Costney, softened by demons and lightness, like a white rose with a thorn.

Obviously, it's a well-dressed makeup, and if you look away, it's very curious for a man.

“Is this your daughter?” Bucky asked softly… he remembered that although there were many women, they were never unmarried - because Ming had said before that future generations were sometimes stumbling blocks on the road.

“Her name is Christine, and she's my adopted daughter, Mr. Messenger.” St. Francis laughed.

Bucky nodded and wondered whether or not to attend the banquet. Because he knew exactly what it was like to be Dr. St. Francis' mingo —— this guy's banquet, it was never a good banquet.

However, after all these years, this guy has never looked like a lifetime in front of himself. When have you ever seen such a gentle brother?

Bucky, it's like eating ice cream on July, so it's really cool —— and there's a club pad on hand, so it's a big deal to buy something that will keep you alive, and even if it's on the general merchandise list, there are a lot of babies worth buying.

So, it seems that there is no need to be a pussy...

“Mr. Messenger, what do you think?” Saint-Français still asks politely at this time.

Bucky cleared his voice: “Very clean of your invitation to me, Mr. St. Francis. But I can't promise you right now... Of course, I would be happy to bless this beautiful Miss Christine, which is really why the customs in the teaching are too busy... so? If I can get there, I'll have Besson contact you the first time. ”

“That's wonderful!” St. Francis nodded with great ‘gratitude’.

……

……

After leaving the manor and getting in the car, St. Francis' smile faded and his collar was untied.

"This is the so-called messenger of God. He doesn't seem to have much skill. Thoughts are still very greedy, and I can smell his vulgarity from afar. ”

St. Francis said softly, "Have you seen the so-called believers in this estate along the way? ”

Krissy nodded.

“This messenger is not that simple.” St. Francis shook his head: "Otherwise, the followers of these mansions would not be like that, as if they could die instantly for their gods. ”

Kirsten silenced down.

St. Francis suddenly said: "The party in two days, if he comes over, you help me get something from him… whatever you do, but you can't let him find out. I'm not sure who's behind this, or what the hell he's up to. ”

Any means…?

Krissy nodded.