Trafford’s Trading Club

Personally, Rochu doesn't approve of Nero becoming a member of the club - because Nero has his spiritual seeds in his body.

If possible, Lochu doesn't want ‘Nero's vision' to be lost.

However, based on the most basic trading principles of the club… the transaction is triggered if the guest makes a request and the price is affordable.

There will be endless deals, willingness or unwillingness, but the power has reached that point - it will never change.

This could be part of the freedom lost… a feeling of compelling oneself.

Lochu knew that that step might be quick, but it might be too late, but it was bound to come —— most likely, he would become the last, and he would lose interest in everything.

Just like the purpose of the club, to get what you want, you just have to give what you want.

It will become an endless root agent in time and space, and a puppet under the will of the root... is it reciprocal?

Nero's request was sanctioned by the altar - in fact, every transaction was sanctioned by the altar before the deed of the transaction appeared.

The power of the contract derives from the altar, and Lochu is only a witness and an executor.

……

Nero's biggest wish is to live - in the club, customers are always comfortably amplified by the idea of what's most original in their mind.

You may be strong enough and determined enough to resist... but you will eventually be inspired because you've been here long enough because you've made enough deals... because you've been on a no-go path from the start.

She just seems to want to live, either way.

But the demands of life can be enormous - it can live to old age in the wilderness, to eternity.

Obviously, the price to eternity is huge and almost incalculable… but there also seems to be a tricky way - for example, to become the Messenger of the Dark Soul.

Maybe that's what Nero thinks right now.

“You will lose your freedom, your body, your will, and will never belong to you again. Your life, your death, from now on, will only be a thought, and you will not betray my will. And in the course of your assignment, you may also encounter malicious situations that can kill you… even so, would you be willing? ”

It was a deal, unlike the transformation of Daechul, who first became the club's property before being transformed from Lochu and had no choice.

At this point, both Daechul and Tai Yin are watching Nero silently - because Nero is likely to become one of them in a few minutes.

“Boss, is it really okay for you to do business like this?” Nero looks into Rochu's eyes right now. "Aren't you afraid the guests won't? ”

Rochu laughed. “Let's get this straight, there won't be much controversy. And the choice is always in the Guest's hands. ”

Nero said softly, "But better is always on your side, isn't it? Despite the so-called choices… where could there be a better choice than this? ”

Looking at the sheepskin rolls floating slowly in front of her, Nero printed his palms up very easily, and she whispered, “I don't want to hurt like this anymore. ”

The conversion process is simple, and under the power of the club, the conversion process takes less than ten seconds.

Nero abandons the human body and acquires a body made up of heterogeneous sources.

The scar on her body disappeared at this moment, and she looked at her new body and felt the relaxation of everything she had done before - even without medication... it didn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt anymore. It's all gone.

The voices of his parents suddenly flashed through Nero's mind.

“It really doesn't hurt anymore. ”

Nero looked at Lochu and laughed.

Lochu saw a slow drop of tears under her curtain. This is the first time Rochu has seen Nero's smile.

It's not cruel, it's not indifferent, it's not rough, it's not light, it's not malicious or malicious, it's just a normal, ordinary smile.

So ordinary.

……

……

There was a new black soul messenger, and the maid didn't have too many accidents - not even any unhappy expressions because it was Nero.

Over the past hundred years, the maid has long been accustomed to witnessing one outstanding person after another become the Messenger of Dark Souls and to seeing them die again in difficult tasks.

The maid seems even in a good mood - when Boss Lo converts Nero and goes back to the study again, is Too Yin surprised to find that he might not die?

The Black Soul Messenger is managed by the Lady Maid… At this time, the Lady Maid is giving Nero a detailed account of the work of the Black Soul Messenger.

“First, compulsory means of compelling the Guest to trade are not allowed, but inducements are allowed. ”

Nero shrugged his shoulders regardless.

“Secondly, we have no real enemies, and every Guest who comes here, even if he was something you hated, must maintain the most basic respect for the Guest. ”

Nero shrugged his shoulders, indicating he knew.

“Thirdly, the master is all we have, and any thought of betraying the master is forbidden, especially not to let the wreckage wander, and to put on clothes the first time after bathing. ”

Nero... Nero opened his mouth so-called, but ultimately he didn't say anything.

Education is still ongoing and seems to take some time.

……

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The underground medical room in Wolong Hills.

Momo comes to visit the exhibition almost every day - at this time Wolong Hills, leaving only two logisticians, as well as a medic.

Exhibitor's current situation cannot be shifted… Fortunately, Wolong Hills was built with considerable care, and self-supplied electricity can be maintained all the time - as for the fog, it is blocked outside by the boundaries released by the Authority.

The medical instruments here are also available.

Probably if this junction could move, it wouldn't stay here, but it would be applied to the current movement in the fog?

Perhaps it's too boring to stay here, the nurse who took orders to stay, and started cleaning up —— for example, she was going to take the clothes off the show and wash them.

There was blood on the clothes, it came off during the cure, and then it was in the corner, and it didn't matter -- when she picked it up, something suddenly fell out of the clothes.

It's a little ring bell.

“This ringing bell...”

The sound of the ringing bell landing attracted Momo's attention, and he walked up to the nurse, picked up the ringing bell on the ground and unwittingly rang it twice.

Crisp sounds seem to carry a strange magic that calms the mind.

“Mr. Mommer, is something not broken?” The nurse little girl looked at Momo with some anxiety at the moment - naturally she knew who was staying at Wolong Hills.

This disfigured ringing bell could be something like a magic trick for a flying Taoist... she can't afford to pay for it if it breaks.

“No, it's okay.” Momo laughed, “go busy. ”

Nurse Little Girl just walked away with a smile on her face... Momo looked through the glass to see Zhouer sleeping, quite helpless, "You used to carry this thing all the time. ”

This was Momo's first day at Wolong Hill, when he met the contemporary clothing preacher, Lai Caizheng, who got it from him —— or Lai Caizheng gave it to him.

Momo didn't realize that Exhibitor was carrying this ringing bell all the time... Momo shook his head, held it in his hand and walked out of the infirmary.

There's also a logistician here, so no one's watching.

With so many boundaries, the interior of Wolong Mountain is not concealed by the fog… just looking out from the courtyard, Wolong Mountain is like a small heaven and earth isolated from the fog.

The fog was too thick, and the hills seemed dim. If you don't look at the time, you don't even know whether it was morning or afternoon - but Momo couldn't imagine that you would encounter a mystery man with a bronze mask who was causing a huge wave outside at this time...

Right in that separate courtyard that Clothes Road holds.

Momo doesn't even know when the other person arrived and how to cross the border… The bronze mask man stood in the yard and looked up at a huge tree in the yard.

Momo has a terrible heart at the moment… the only two remaining logisticians in the estate are naturally not expected.

He's the only one left.

And the only thing that could get Momo a little undergas was that when he went back to the hills, he also found his luggage. The magic apparatus of Longhu Mountain, Fu Lu, was all recovered, so that he could only fight fleshly.

He hid a powerful symbol in his hand and walked into the yard... Momo felt that the bronze mask man had come looking for him.

“Heavenly Heaven, seventy-first generation! How dare you break into Wolong Hills!” Momo burst into the other courtyard, unknown black wooden sword finger, angry: “What exactly do you want to do! ”

“Your buddy, are you all right?” The bronze mask turned around and looked at Momo and said softly: “I hear he's got his life back, right? ”

Momo bit his teeth, “It's all because of you, Exhibition... damn! ”

“As the saying goes, there must be a blessing when a great calamity is immortal.” Of course the bronze mask man says right now: “He does, so do you. This proves that you have a strong number of lives… but a strong number of lives does not mean that you can squander them with impunity. You may see the new world, but why not cherish it? ”

“Cherish?” Momo laughed coldly: “If it hadn't been rescued, then... so many Taoist predecessors, Demon Nation masters, would it have been a victim? How many lives are to be buried for your own lust? Or if you can't live, shouldn't you stay... What makes you decide?! ”

“Those who have always been great will die.” The bronze mask man calmly said: “In ancient times, the weak tribes would send the old and the weak to abandon in order to maintain their livelihood. It was also a reason to leave more food for future generations. They have long exhausted their potential, and even if they recover, they will not be able to break through. To that end, they put their hopes in the hands of those who still have potential, willing to sacrifice themselves… are they, in your view, just selfish? ”

“Are they… voluntary?” Momo opened his mouth in surprise.

“You don't know.” Bronze Mask Humanity: “There can be no further pain, you don't know that Shouwon will die without impending despair. You haven't seen it yet. Lu Ming is still here, but he was completely blocked. A hundred years of cultivation, after all, was empty, and a few nails were painstakingly cultivated until their potential was exhausted, wandering on the brink of despair, and the days passed relentlessly every day. These, you know? ”

Along with the voice of the bronze mask, Momo saw a picture in front of him.

A monk who chose to end himself in despair...

A demon clan roaring in sorrow...

Hate! Hate!

Kill! Kill!

I don't know how long, it may just be for a moment, Momo just feels the cold sweat... that endless resentment and pain, as if straight through his soul.

The black wooden sword fell to the ground with a pinch and Momo knelt weakly on his legs... in this infinite amount of frustration, anger and despair... those who have lost their way to despair since the immortal road was blocked.

It was not until the ringing of the bell suddenly sounded that it broke this resentment like a lightning bolt, and Momo's heart was withdrawn from terror.

He gasped and looked at the bronze mask man in front of him... in his hand, not knowing when he was holding the ringing bell.

“Whether it's the Daoist realm or the demonic realm, it seems peaceful.” The bronze mask man said slowly, "But how many dark currents are there, you may not realize… accumulating, this despair has been accumulating, and this repression has intensified day by day. When that day is no longer tolerated, when it can no longer be suppressed, madness will follow, perhaps truly to the extreme. Do you know why, after the establishment of the new State, the Authority was established? ”

Momo shook his head blindly.

'Cause it's even crazier. ”The bronze mask man calmly said:" The demons have long been crazier with mortal life to break through this shackle… they have become more secretive, while the means have become crazier and more extreme. Do not absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, then absorb the refinement of the living. The tranquillity of the Taoist family vanished a long time ago, and more or less the back had been turned into a demon who had swallowed people. It was like a plague, and the silence spread to the two realms of the Taoist demon. We have only two destinies, to perish in madness, or to find a new breakthrough… and if we do not look for this breakthrough, then there is only madness, and it will even sweep the world of mortals. ”

“How...”

“You should be glad.” The bronze masks went to Momo, "and gladly they finally chose sacrifice rather than madness… Fortunately, they are willing to open a way for you to live and leave you hope. ”

Momo raised his head and looked at him.

He slowly removed the bronze mask from his face, "Do you still think we're doing this for ourselves? ”

Momo glanced incredibly, “It's you! ”

In front of me... Lai Caizheng.