Trafford’s Trading Club

After slowly sprinkling the finely selected sea salt onto the freshly fried meat, Bucky held up the dish and placed it in front of him, breathing deeply and enjoying the fragrance of cooked meat.

Nothing makes him more satisfied than having a special fried meat steak for breakfast in the morning.

Meat is justice!

But just as Bucky was about to start, the video phone behind him suddenly rang.

It was not only the ‘high priest’ of the ‘theocracy' (self-proclaimed), but also Mr. Besson, the head of the estate, who called to say that Mr. St. Francis had come to visit.

This instantly emptied Bucky's good mood. Because it reminds him of the horrible memories that were bare on the rooftop —— yes, the one that happened last night.

Bucky ended up not buying the answer from the Club PAD.

Not because he really couldn't resist the 100,000 units, but because of his current beliefs, only in the early 30,000 's.

Why is that?

Of course, because of the long ago purchase of a special kind of meat filled with a refrigerator - the 'Messenger of God' loves to eat meat and can't help but eat five meals a day, which is something that almost everyone in the estate knows.

And the refrigerator used to store the rations of the Messenger of God was guarded 24 hours a day.

At present, because of the large number of purchases, Bucky does not have many faith units at hand, and the answer to that, which requires 100,000 units to be bought, is simply powerless.

However, Ming is obviously not the one who unconsciously comatose himself on the roof. Otherwise, where do you need the answer to the next 100,000 units?

“That's disgusting...” Bucky frowned, thinking about it for a while, and said directly: “Besson, let him wait for me in the living room for a while. ”

……

When the ‘Messenger of God' appeared before Mr. St. Francis, it had been exactly two hours since Mr. St. Francis had visited the estate.

“I'm so sorry, I'm used to waking up in the morning and praying to my God.” Bucky smiled and appeared in front of him, humbled: “I'm so sorry to keep Mr. St. Francis waiting. ”

“Perhaps it is because of your devotion that the Messenger is able to be the one to receive the Oracle.” Mr. St. Francis smiled and said the right compliments.

“I don't know why Mr. St. Francis came to see me so early.” Bucky asked, seamlessly, and watched Miss Christine come with Mr. St. Fran.

Mr. St. Francis suddenly said, “Apostle, can I talk to you alone about last night? ”

There was some hesitation in Bucky's heart, but Mr. Besson said positively: "I am sorry, Mr. St. Francis, that you are not a believer in my church and cannot meet with the Messenger alone. ”

Obviously, it was unexpected that Mr. Besson would suddenly intervene like this. Mr. St. Francis frowned at this moment, but saw Mr. Besson looking impartial and not overwhelmed, and stunned Mr. St. Francis with a slight appearance.

“It's okay, Besson.” I wasn't expecting Bucky to tell me right now: "I have some things I need to talk to Mr. St. Francis alone, so get out of here. ”

“Yes!” Mr. Besson promised without saying a word, and at the same time walked in front of Miss Krissny and made a gesture of pleasure - it seems that Mr. Besson was really meticulous in carrying out the Messenger's instructions, with no room for a half-turn.

Soon there will be only Mr. Bucky and Mr. St. Francis left in the living room.

Bucky suddenly smiled, pointing to the couch next to his finger: "Let's not stand up, let's sit down. ”

Mr. St. Fran nodded and had no problem, but he measured the sofa area carefully - in fact, since he came in, he had been careful and had not even had a sip of the water delivered by his servants.

Because now that the messenger is known to be a master of hypnosis, any similar setup in the living room could be a prop for hypnosis or a psychological cue.

But nothing here seems to have achieved that effect… for example, there are no floors with that interphase hue, no ringing bells repeatedly, no paintings capable of viewing fraud —— there are not even any murals here.

As for odors… Mr. St. Francis is a very sensitive person and has also trained in a variety of odor discriminations - which do not seem to exist.

So, there may be only one language left, if you keep your head clear...

Mr. St. Francis smiled and sat down, only he did not know that his eyes had been completely emptied by the moment he sat down, and his mind, too, had stayed at this moment.

Bucky sat lazily in front of Mr. St. Francis, who, as soon as Mr. St. Francis walked to the sofa zone, had thrown a charm at Mr. St. Francis without saying a word.

Convenient to save time.

“Smack yourself.” Bucky said this coldly.

When Mr. St. Francis was stunned, his palms suddenly lifted and he struck hard at himself - but at the moment when he was about to hit him, Bucky suddenly stopped shouting.

Palms are less than half a centimeter from Mr. St. Fran's cheek, which is dangerous.

Bucky nodded to his satisfaction - the enchanted - before he could react. Because the object of the enchantment is only able to act directly on the orders and not through the thinking of his own brain - precisely because it is similar to unconditional firing - it is possible to stop in such a timely manner.

As for why he should stop… of course, to keep Ming from suspecting anything because of the pain in his cheek when he wakes up.

Bucky had been dealing with Mingo for some years, knowing very well that Mingo seemed light-hearted but cautious.

“Now let's talk about something serious, Ming.” Bucky laughed. “Do you know how I got out last night? ”

Mr. St. Francis didn't have feelings: “I don't know. According to Costney, when she woke up, the envoy had disappeared. ”

Bucky stunned and then frowned - not Mingo's pen, which can now be completely confirmed… but also became more distracted.

Don't you have to wait until you've earned 100,000 units of faith to know the answer?

But how much meat can 100,000 units of faith buy...

Bucky sighed and then asked directly: "Ming, how did you become Mr. St. Francis... what the hell are you up to now? Besides, I heard you wanted to be president. ”

Mr. St. Francis then talked 1510 about how he had changed from one of the backbones of the Imperial Command to a great philanthropist.

It turns out that Mingo had intended to wash himself away long before Teito Command worked with Baki, so he did something in secret in his capacity as Mr. St. Francis - until Mingo was captured in prison, Mr. St. Francis' activity gradually increased.

As for why Mingo was so happy to play Mr. St. Francis in prison, Bucky had no interest in knowing - you know, he lived a comfortable life when he was in prison?

“I do want to be president…”

“Smart people should wait higher. ”

“It would be very helpful for me to run for office if I could use the messenger and his network, which is why I came here today. ”

“Costney is my adopted daughter, but she hasn't been touched. But she's a drug addict, so I wouldn't worry about her betraying me. ”

“After becoming president, what I want to do…”

When Mr. St. Francis answered the question, Bucky suddenly saw some struggling faces in his face.

“What I want to do is… yes… yes…”

Mr. St. Fran's struggling face grew more intense, which forced Bucky to frown.

Because this enchantment has already been described at the time of purchase. That is, if you meet someone with a particularly strong will, and you touch the bottom line inside that person, it may fail.

“Stop, I'm not interested in knowing what you're going to do after you become president.” Bucky said hastily at the moment.

Mr. St. Fran's face gradually faded.

And Bucky was thinking about something, and he looked at Mr. St. Francis from time to time —— eventually, Bucky made a decision.

……

The Messenger and Mr. St. Francis spent an entire hour and a half in the living room, and the last two walked out together.

Even more so before Mr. St. Francis left, the smile on his face did not disappear.

Bucky was watching Mr. St. Francis and Miss Costney's car slowly come out of the estate, and he was smiling - Ming didn't find that he had confessed a lot, and when he woke up, he had an exchange with Bucky that he wanted to work with.

Bucky didn't say anything but came down, which seemed to be what Mr. St. Francis expected...

“Well... although Ming is awake, the enchantment on his body is like burying a bomb in his body if I don't disarm it. Hey, hey, he can't get out of my control.” Bucky now wonders beautifully, in that case, there's nothing wrong with holding Ming to the throne of the country.

I'm so fucking smart!

But at this moment, Mr. Besson came in panicking and gasped: "Messenger! Messenger! Another ‘Messenger of God' is here for you! ”

“Oh, another ‘messenger of God' came to me? Um, okay, I'll see you in the guest room... What did you say?? ”

“Another ‘Messenger of God'!” Mr. Besson has an exciting face, “really! I've seen the power of her miracles! This is so exciting! ”

……

……

At the site of the Pharmaceutical Company's special research team, Mr. Blind was looking at the observation report of Natasha, the last corpse, because in a few hours he was headed to the airport, where he would rendezvous with the Songs and then return to China.

Also in the office is a deputy head of the research team named Hikaru Oki, in his early thirties, of Japanese descent.

This man is brilliant, and in his leisure time, Mr. Blind will also point to some pharmacological knowledge of Harumi Oki. Harumi Ogi is also desirable. Some of the special medicines currently used in Songjia Village have been personally developed by Harumi Ogi.

“… Sir, the corpse is now 30 per cent decayed, and I am afraid that it is irreversible.” Harumi Ogi frowned at the moment: “We've tried everything, but it doesn't work. In addition, we extracted the cells of the corpse for various tests, but the cells of the corpse were left with only the internal fluid, and the remaining components were dissolved in the internal fluid. It doesn't even have neurological activity… We really don't understand how it works, and it has a strong tendency towards fresh flesh. ”

“It's obvious that this stuff doesn't become mysterious, either, if it's simple enough to make sense.” Mr. Blind said softly at the moment, while slowly closing the Braille report on hand, "That's it, dip it in the liquid nitrogen trough first and save it. I'm leaving for a while. The work on the corpse is going to start when I get back. ”

“Okay.” Oki nodded.

At this point, Song Da walked in from the outside - as usual, Song Da went to see Natasha, a living zombie.

“Blind man, the car is ready, and the cold house is ready, almost ready to go. ”

“Got it.” Mr. Blind nodded and looked 'at' Harumi Ogi, '"do as I say. ”

“Yes!”

……

The blood flowed slowly from Song Hao Run's wrist.

It's not like Song Hao Lan said, when he doesn't arrive this time, there will be blood for Gloria - so Gloria is pretty hungry this time of year.

By the time Song Haoran arrived, Gloria had been helplessly paralyzed into bed, sort of like an anorexic patient, as if she had lost a lap.

Song Haoran didn't say anything, just walked in front of her, slit her wrist, let the blood fall from the first few drops, to later even the city to the fine line, into Gloria's mouth.

“Rest assured, someone will really bring you food for the next few moments. ”

Gloria regained some of her spirit, but ignored Song Hao Lan's words - during this time, she almost tortured the man to collapse, not only by telling him about the world of vampires and discards, but even something she didn't want to tell, but also by failing in the confrontation between reason and blood sucking instincts.

“Miss Gloria, would you like to consider using my power as a human being?” Before leaving, Song Hao suddenly laughed softly, lifting Gloria's chin and whispering.

Gloria looked at Song Hao Run with surprise, and he didn't know where this man's confidence came from - with his strength?

“With you?” This is the first sentence she has said since Song Hao Lan arrived today.

“Anyway, in your mother's case, no matter how hard you try, there's no way to save your mother, who took your place, at best by reducing her sentence. ”

Song Hao ran shrugged: “But convicting something like this sometimes doesn't require a real charge at all. Since the punishment is in the hands of those in power, you wouldn't be so afraid of your mistakes if you could resist, which would increase your mother's sentence... right? ”

Gloria bit her lips dead.

“Think about it.” Song Hao suddenly smiled gently and patted Gloria's head: “Hopefully when I get back, I'll hear a very good answer. ”

This one turned off Gloria's, closed again slowly, dead silence and darkness in the cell.

……

……

“Master Qiu, the car is ready. ”

The maid's voice came from outside the door.

Shortly afterwards, Rochu walked out of the room with a stack of books in his hand. “Would you mind putting them back in Master Song's study? I've already identified where it came from, and it shouldn't be difficult. ”

“Young Master Qiu, just say it, don't be so careful!” The servant was shocked and rushed to bring this stack of books from Lo Qiu's hand. At the same time, he told another servant to come with him, "Why don't you hurry up and get Young Master Qiu's luggage! ”

“No, I'll take it myself. It's not much.” Rochu just smiled.

Indeed, when he arrived, he did not have much luggage, only a very small suitcase, and now he has left, again this very small suitcase.

He kept the servant busy and remembered how to get out.

It's a really nice place —— that's what Rochu thinks.

At this point, in the corridor, a woman with long black hair walked by slowly, also carrying a simple luggage case, and when she saw Lochu coming, she stopped in place.

It's Song Cherry.

She didn't know when to dye a bright pink purple hair back to black and simply tie a ponytail.

“What are you waiting for?” Song Cherry shouted from afar.

Luo Qiu dragged the suitcase a few steps and took a look at Song Cherry.

“What is it?” Song Cherry glared.

"'It was a little unexpected,' said Rochu. ”

Song Cherry turned his eyes and said: "Isn't that natural? After all, to go back to the ancestral tomb to sacrifice the ancestors, naturally it is more solemn! ”

“Exactly.” Lochu nodded with a smile, "then let's go. It's not good to keep them waiting. ”

“Black... doesn't black look good...” Song Cherry flanked his face fingers and didn't know when to roll his own Liu Hai, squeaking.

“Pretty good. ”

“Thank you." Song Cherry smiled.

Let's end this journey to South America with this smile, and Rochu thinks it's a good idea.