Trafford’s Trading Club

By the bed, Lale was carefully finishing his quilt for Olga, and he was asleep.

When the knocking rang softly, the maid pushed the door closer and took some clothes and put them down.

Lale glanced and opened her mouth.

This woman... changed clothes again, how many days does she have to change clothes one night?

Only after the maid put her clothes down, she nodded and smiled and turned away, saying nothing... Lale hesitated for a moment and quickly chased her out.

“Wait...”

In front of the door, Lale gently closed the door while pressing down the sound.

“Can I help you, Miss Lale?” Unight asked softly.

“Um...” Lale whispered after a while: “Well... thank you for letting us stay here tonight for a while...”

“If you want to thank me, you shouldn't thank me personally. ”

Lale opened her mouth and looked up at the maid's smile.

……

In the room, in front of the floor window, there was a light blanket on Rocchu's leg, beside which was just a reading light.

The book you're looking at is self-contained in this suite of study rooms and is a chatter about British folk stories.

When Midnight brought Lale in, Boss Lo saw the story of Mordred's rebellion.

“Miss Lale, can I help you?” Lochu closed the chatter, stood up and put the blanket away.

“Miss Lale said she wanted to thank you personally, master.” Unight came to Rocchu and said softly.

He looked at the beast girl and found her ears trembling slightly, looking very rushed, and he said, "Do you like tea, Miss Lale? ”

“Ah?”

"Our maid's tea is delicious," said Rochu. "Yu Night. ”

Rocciu whispered, a tea set appeared quietly on a small round table at the corner of the study… Lale was slightly surprised, and more surprisingly, the tea sets were familiar to her - common tea sets in the country where she was born.

“Fruit tea or black tea?” The maid looked at Lale and smiled and asked, "There are lots of fresh fruits in the kitchen and a few fresh cherries. ”

“I... just black tea!” Lale waved quickly, "without so much trouble, actually! ”

“Have a seat, Miss Lale.” Lochu came to the table, pulled a chair open, and then made an invitation gesture.

Lale's footsteps got a little stiff... she never touched such privileges. Or the farm that grew up on, the people who took care of her and Olga, they were random, big people.

They sing and dance in front of the campfire and drink in the harvest season, and the smell of beer blossoms tends to dissipate in the evening breeze with the aroma of tulips.

“Is it... you remember your family? ”

Lale doesn't remember how she sat down and how she suddenly got caught up in her memories... it's just this kind of questioning that brought her back to reality from her beautiful memories.

“I have no family.” Lale subconsciously said, but then bit her lips lightly, "I have no family except for Olga. ”

While she was talking, she didn't forget to watch this beautiful woman who calls herself a maid make tea… it's really her motherland's method.

“How many scoops of sugar would you like? ”

“Four…”

The maid received this request very clearly, her left hand gently lifted the lace on her sleeve, her right hand began to cube sugar... and suddenly she felt like an ugly duck in the story in front of both of them.

“Have you figured out how to leave? ”

Rochu's questioning allowed Lale to temporarily interrupt his thoughts and hastily said: “Tomorrow morning, I will leave with Olga, and I will never cause you any more trouble...”

“As I said, the reward for finding your brother has been taken.” Rochu's patience has always been good and he's tired of it: “Remember that contract you signed, it's back to me. And your life, and one month less each… Of course, you're young, so you don't feel much. I've heard that the life expectancy of an animal is longer than that of an ordinary person, so it's probably even less felt. ”

Lale subconsciously said: "I am a hybrid, with a life expectancy similar to that of an ordinary person...”

Just now, she regretted it... and wondered if they would be curious about it and ask her where she was. What should I say to her?

“Seems a little troublesome for Miss Lale to leave. Instead of asking questions, Lochu thought:" You were caught by the Orc traffickers, you don't have any identification on you, and the usual means of transportation may not be available. ”

Lale was relieved and hurried: “It's okay, we can sneak into the cargo compartment of the train so we don't have to go through so much trouble, we used to go through... hmm. ”

She hurriedly tightened her lips and lowered her head.

And Rochu thought, "If you flip your palms open, there's a document, and there's a cell phone —— he pushes these things in front of Lale," and here's a schedule for tomorrow's train through the tunnel. Also, there is translation software on this phone, I hope it will help Miss Lale with your return journey. ”

Lale had suffered from speech loss all along —— modern technology, she knew, and she thought about the problem of cell phone translation, just that she really had to get these things in this strange exotic country, presumably only through illegal or robbery.

Materials and cell phones have undoubtedly helped her a great deal... and she has been somewhat surprised by this mysterious magician's means of turning things into things--anyway, the rumors she knew about magicians since childhood are all magical powers.

“Why…”

"" Think of it as a little bit of self-satisfaction, "said Rochu. ”

……

She doesn't remember how she got out of the study, she just remembered that the magician's smile was gentle and the maid's black tea was sweet.

In the room, Olga is still asleep.

Lale sat beside the bed, tired to the limit, but cheered up, starting with the documents and the phone, planning to leave tomorrow.

……

In the study, Lochu went back to the place where he first read, and the maid sat on his little leg, on the carpet, like a cat, on his lap.

The dress is scattered, round, like a rose.

“Master, have you let them go?” The maid raised her head.

Lo Qiu looked down and touched her finger gently on her face, "Before I left, I wrote myself a sentence... I was thinking, for a short time, if not irresistible, try to do something... that could be a loss, and go through this phase for a while. ”

He lifted his left hand… on his wrist there was a string of sinuous Buddha beads.

“Similar relief? ”

Lo Qiu smiled, reaching up to the maid's chin, “Corporate, isn't it charitable? ”

“Self-satisfaction?” The maid's eyes were shining.

“Self-realization.” Lochu lowered his head and began to feel a little fond of touching his lips.

For a long time, when we split up, Rochu said softly: "When I'm ready... I'll get you your body back in heaven. ”

“Mmm…”

……

……

On the island, an armed helicopter descended slowly.

The wind was blowing at the men who were directing the landing, their clothes were hunting… At last, the helicopter was completely parked, the hatch door opened, a charming woman in a purple dress, and the skirt went down.

She has only one person… The Witch of the Heart, Gillian.

At the same time, more than a dozen men came around with guns - guns at the gunpoint, no doubt, pointing to the witch of the soul.

“Can't I just be a visitor and not be treated with courtesy?” Jillian sighed softly.

At this point, behind a man with a gun, a man with brown hair in a white suit and sunglasses, slowly walked in, "I think we've been polite enough to face the Witch of the Sorcerer's Association Witch Wanted list as the fifth highest minded witch... Ms. Gillian. ”

“Can I say that this ranking is so high because of false accusations?” The witch covered her mouth and smiled gently.

The man in white said softly: "Madam Gillian, as Sir Pupkins ordered, you have only 20 minutes to visit the prison… After 20 minutes, whether you can get out or not, we will close the entrance to the prison, so please look after the time. ”

The witch moaned with a smile: "Being hailed as the strongest knight under the Twelve Knights, and a natural blind man, you can say that I am in fundamental restraint... am I so invisible to Mr. Lino? ”

“Please.” The man in white… Lino opened his body.

The gunmen, also separated in two rows at this time, let the lady pass by… She looked up at the hillside of the island with an ancient stone-built castle.

Gillian walked gracefully, like a Persian cat, with a violet perfume, and she wanted to go to the castle on the hillside and whisper.

Spacious doors stand.

- The cylinders of the solid stones plunge straight into the sky;

- Titan is as small as manpower.

Can't you see the giant building as a nest?

- The fortress of steel is solemn and noble.

“What are you talking about?” One of the people with the gun seemed extremely nervous, and at this time he drank loudly, clamping the trigger's finger and pressing it down.

Mr. Lino stretched his hand down —— although he was born blind, the rest of his perceptions were, in contrast, far beyond ordinary people.

“This is one of the passages in Edinburgh Prison, where the novel character Butler chants to the prison gate when visits are refused.” Lino said softly, "It's not a spell. ”

“Well... Mr. Lino is also an emotional man. ”

The witch smiled back and smiled. The man who was drinking at him suddenly screamed in horror. He even dropped the weapon on the ground in panic and shouted: "Snake!! Snake!!”

It's not just a big shock, it's like he sees the most horrible thing at the moment, and the whole person is out of control.

The Grand Knight of Lino frowned and would let a knife strike the back of this uncontrolled man's neck, knocking him out on the ground while facing the witch: “Mrs. Gillian, I don't mind counting your journey time, if you like to stay here. ”

“I want to take back my praise for you. ”

The witch turned around and set out again, just a little faster this time.

From the apron to the castle on the hillside, it took less than half an hour to walk, and the crowd had arrived before the castle.

At this point, Lino pulled a key from his neck, worn by a necklace, and before walking to the castle door, inserted the key into the door in the middle of the door.

The ancient gates then landed slowly… dark at the entrance.

“Remember, you only have twenty minutes. That man, at this time, if no accident, is on the east wing tower... go. ”

“I urge that these twenty minutes be counted from the beginning of the meeting, not from the moment I step in here.” Ms. Gillian's voice suddenly faded.

Mr. Lino waved, as if he had not heard, and one of his subordinates took out the electronic timer and pressed the timing key after the "start" of the Lino sentence.

“What a boring and heartless man.” The witch looked grudgingly before lifting her skirt and walked into the castle door.

Once again, Lino closed the castle door while standing in front of it.

He took a deep breath, holding his hands in vain... like he was holding a sword in his hand, standing like this, full of serious color.

“This is the first time I've seen Mr. Lino so heavy...”

The subordinates spoke quietly.

“There's no way, after all, it's locked inside, but a hundred years ago, one person had paralysed almost all the round tables in Britain, and even killed five dozen round tables, the most vicious knight ever...”

“Can anyone really live this long? ”

“I want to say, it's cursed...”

……

On the spiral corridor, Ms Jillian held an oil lamp and walked up step by step… the spiral staircase was invisible at the end and behind her, only the light illuminated in the dark.

Finally, it took more than a decade for the witch lady to reach the top of the tower... the door in front of her was concealed and unlocked.

She pushed it away.

In the room, only the candle orange light... the light shadow because the candle swings with it, on the walls of the blue stone, is a projection of a person.

Jillian took a deep breath and looked at the shadow on the wall, twitching, before turning to the body of the shadow.

The only window in the tower room.

I saw a dark-haired man sitting on a windowsill. His hair was dark and he almost drowned on the floor, while his hands and feet were shackled at the same time.

He had a little reading book in his hand, and apparently he was picking the lights to read at night before Miss Witch arrived, and was immersed in the world of books.

He still heard voices, so he looked up... looks.

In the crossing of candlelight and moonlight, only a thin face as pale as an anorexic late patient appeared in front of the witch's eyes.

She softly opened her teeth and shouted, “Mordred. ”