Trafford’s Trading Club

When the song came, in the smoke, Her Majesty was in the gallery.

Lancelot first pulled Her Majesty back close to the observation deck while removing the handkerchief at the fastest possible speed and soaking it with red wine.

“Cover your mouth and nose… better than nothing.” Lancelot said quickly and then rushed out the door - but almost instantly she closed it again and retreated back to Her Majesty the Queen.

“Outside?” Her Majesty did not panic too much, but asked quickly.

“Everybody's down on the ground.” Lancelot frowned and caressed his palms inadvertently from his chest… examining the restoration of the sacred armor.

Hasn't been fully repaired… at most only basic battle power?

She walked to the observation deck again and saw that the whole field had been covered by this smoke… hidden from the smoke, she could hear the high singing.

At the same time... the signal on your phone is blocked.

As soon as Lancelot turned around and protected Her Majesty, the door to the room in front of her was cut into pieces… and fell down.

Only a brunette, apparently of Asian descent, in a purple leather coat, walked in slowly… the woman's left and right hands, each carrying a short, rule-length sword, along with an elongated scar on her left cheek.

“Looks like there's been a premeditation.” Her Majesty frowned at the moment, "Looks like there's someone in my staff that you've bought? ”

“It was Her Majesty who came up with the answer so quickly.” A woman in purple with a short sword smiles, "then, Your Majesty, don't resist sex, so I'll have a lot of time left. ”

“Are you members of the myth of doom?” Lancelot coldly asked, noting that the purple woman's face had ruined her beautiful scar, Lancelot quickly learned from the intelligence, “You are the senior cadre of doomsday mythology, and the cat... Catherine? ”

“Correct… then I will reward you for the courtesy you have been waiting for.” Women in purple… Katherine squinted her eyes slightly.

Lancelot remained calm: “If you think you can beat me...”

Her arms waved and a beam of light slowly emerged in her palm. She was a silver black sword… it was just a blade of a long sword with cracks everywhere, as if it would break at any moment.

“The other twelve knights may be hard to say, but if it were you..." Katherine smiled softly.

She starts off by claiming to be short, which is a rapid sprint.

But at this speed, obviously no one scares Lancelot… even slowly!

The sword on her hand easily opened the other's short sword, yet it went straight to the other's chest position - however, what made Lancelot uncomfortable was that the sword she had built with the holy armor broke directly at the moment when it was about to pierce the other's body!

I shouldn't!

Even if it's not completely repaired, it should be stronger, at least in terms of strength, than a normal, intact sword!

The moment the sword breaks, Lancelot also reacts extremely quickly, once again reuniting the broken sword - still full of cracked swords.

But this time, Catherine didn't even move, letting Lancelot's sword stab her body... the sword body, broken again!

Lancelot looked incredibly at his sword body, which had been broken twice, and finally found it difficult to maintain calm on his face.

“Isn't it strange why this‘ unbroken lake light 'didn't work for me?” Catherine smiled, "No matter how many times your weapon can't hurt me... do you believe me? ”

“What are you wearing? ”

Lancelot took a deep breath and finally felt a keen sensation of magic about Catherine, what she seemed to be wearing… exactly what was in this jacket, to resist the attack of the 'unbroken lake light’.

All I heard was Catherine whispering, "Holy Costume: ‘Guinivia's Confession’. ”

A grey white robe appeared on Catherine… like a nun's costume.

“It really exists…” Lancelot looked at each other incredibly and finally revealed his horror.

“As a relic of the woman he loves… ask this sinner how he will be harmed.” Catherine grinned, “How much power do you have left before the Knight of the Round Table can be used? ”

“Enough for you! ”

The knight waved her hand again coldly… since she was restraining her Saint Kay spiritual costume, it would be better not to use the power of Saint Kay - only after this shot Lancelot felt like he wanted to die.

It was supposed to be carried as a backup sword - but it was squeezed into a metal rose ornament!

The scene was... quiet.

Katherine was stunned... and watched Lancelot pointing a metal rose at herself in the face.

One silence between the two sides.

“Looks like... you really think I'm better off.” Catherine is still awake from her fainting, and there is a downplayed anger in her heart, "I don't have time to play games with you here! ”

Blink… while Lancelot is in a moment of distraction!

Catherine was like a ghost, and the next second came out of Her Majesty's shadow, the ice blade in her hand resting directly on the queen's shoulder, whispering in her ear: "Don't move! Otherwise, perhaps tomorrow the Crown Prince will succeed… I think he will be pleased. ”

“Oh... I suppose so, Miss Catherine.” Her Majesty strikes Lancelot in the eye and tells her not to move.

The truth is... this knight is in a state of great shock and she can only give up her resistance helplessly.

The cat smiled with satisfaction and glanced at the bottom of the stands… the smoke began to drop and slowly dissipate.

And the singing, it just stopped at this point.

But the applause went off.

……

……

Doesn't it work?

The same doubt emerged simultaneously in the hearts of Caesar and Judas - Judas, the father of the actor's prince - when he took off his robe and revealed a strong muscle completely inconsistent with his old face… Of course, the white beard that almost fell on his chest did not appear to be a prop.

He even pulled out a pair of boxers from the back of his waist and carried them directly in his hand. But Caesar, beside him, suddenly reached out and stopped… Caesar shook his head slightly towards Judas and walked off the stage.

His gaze changed as he walked, but his gaze did not remove the applause from the youth.

At the same time, he slowly said, "Madeira coma poison can instantly coma ten elephants, even after just one gram of component dilution. The average person is probably irresistible, I'm curious... the show seems to have had some accidents. ”

“The smoke also has a name.” Rochu asks curiously - Boss Rochu's concept of drugs has always stopped at common medications available in pharmacies.

The maid looked at the hero who slowly walked up to her and said softly: "Madeira coma medicine, standard quantity, strawberry corpse grinding powder 30g, biceps 15g, viper teeth… rattlesnake teeth are the best, 10g, strawberry 78g, oxime bile is a standard serving. In addition, the roots of daisies, fig peel, and leech juice are standard. But the person who made the poison, probably lazy, obviously didn't use rattlesnake teeth, just ordinary snake teeth, so the drug power decreased by at least 20%. ”

Caesar, who was walking up the stairs, stunned on the upper steps and failed to walk.

At the same time, there was a shouting voice at the top of the stage, "How did you do that? I just used ordinary snake teeth! ”

A shadow, jumping off the stage, is a skinny, dull man with round glasses.

“It's just the lowest priced secret drug, and apprentices should make it. Is it hard to parse it?” The maid said softly.

“You say I'm worse than an apprentice?” The dry, skinny man was angry on top, but let Jodas next to him grab the collar and pull, while covering his mouth hard.

Boss Luo still rubbed the maid's fingers under her seat, like praising her for her knowledge... but considering that the maid had her own private lab before she met herself, it didn't seem like something she couldn't understand.

“I didn't expect there to be a departing pharmacist here.” A moment of Caesar's silence led him to ask, “This lady, are you a member of the Magician's Association? ”

The magicians' associations he knows, whose members are almost all over the continent, especially the secret pharmacists, many of whom are strange figures - he has to be concerned about the movements of the magicians' associations.

Although the relationship between the United Kingdom's referendum jokes in previous years had led to a delicate situation between the countries, and the Association of Magicians, which had a great deal of influence on the European continent, had made some choices to resist the United Kingdom, the two sides had not yet reached the point of breaking up - after all, there were a number of certified members of the Association of Magicians in Britain.

So it's not weird to meet a magician or a magician in British soil —— strangely, there's one here… maybe two.

Caesar's gaze quickly turned again from the maid to Lochu.

“Your Excellency?” Caesar gazed.

Lo Qiu looked around at the people who were just unconscious and essentially unharmed and laughed: “If you don't mind, it would be better to think of me as an innocent passers-by involved in this incident... Actually, I'd rather have a peaceful day. ”

“Peace...” Caesar nodded, “I'm sorry, it seems that our actions are interrupting you today… you can leave if you like. ”

He made a gesture… pointing to the location of the exit.

“Then let's go.” Lo Qiu nodded his head and stood up, reaching out very gracefully so that the maid could stand up, "West Side, there are a lot of performances today, should not be boring. ”

Lift up the skirt and the maid put her hands on it.

Lochu looked at Caesar, “It's actually my first time officially listening to opera today, and there's so much I don't understand. But... I like your singing. I hope to see you on stage again if I get the chance. Your name? ”

“Cavra. ”

Lochu stunned, and this was certainly the name of the man who was supposed to play Tulando, and he nodded, “Okay, I'll write it down… well, I hope you find your princess, Prince Cavra. ”

As the men and women walked down the stairs towards the exit, Caesar's eyes fluctuated… Behind him, Judas quickly ran up, along with the dry, lean man who refined the secret drug.

Skinny men don't say, “Chief, are you just gonna let them go? They saw us! I'll go after him!”

Saying, the dried skinny man looked at Caesar and was about to cross, but Caesar suddenly reached out and patted him gently backwards... This dried skinny man, suddenly his body flew backwards and backwards, all the way to the stage.

He woke up in pain and said, "Chief, are you crazy? ”

“Caesar?” Judas obviously had no idea why Caesar suddenly struck his own man and raised his eyebrows for a moment.

But Caesar shook his head. “If you can't walk, say why...”

It was only then that Caesar took a deep breath, then squeezed his fist, and a fist burst out —— his fist seemed to touch something.

Only one loud noise was heard, like an explosion, so loud it even shook down the dust on the ceiling!

There's nothing in the way here!

Judas watched in horror, then reached forward and touched... an invisible wall, and stood right in front of them, completely isolating the theatre in half!

“What kind of power is this...”

Judas muttered to himself, and he opened Caesar's fist… bloody fist before he realized that Caesar's fist was not a test, but a serious one.

“At the very least, there is no malice in his eyes.” Caesar silenced halfway, "a strange man made me feel a good at first sight. ”

“Good?”

Caesar shook his head, “Perhaps you will understand only when you face him...”

“What happened? ”

At this point, a woman's voice sounded - beneath the stairs, only Caesarine was seen walking away with Her Majesty in her arms, while Lancelot's hands were shackled and followed by the first road behind her - the shackles were clearly specially crafted to lock the props of these extraordinary men.

“I heard a loud noise… Caesar, what happened to your hand? ”

Seeing Caesar's palm injured, Catherine instantly let go of the queen... so that the dry, skinny man next to her was shocked and quickly replaced, but he was still desperate, "Catherine!! You know what you're doing!! ”

Catherine ignored him, walked up to Caesar, held up his bleeding hand, unzipped his leather coat, tore his underwear, and wrapped his wound around it, “Who can hurt you? ”

“He did it himself.” Judas shook his head… what are we going to tell Catherine about what just happened?

Probably didn't believe it either... she was half an hour late and the crowd probably floated back from the death line?

“Caesar?” Catherine frowned.

Caesar waved his hand and shook his head slightly, then walked towards Her Majesty the Queen… Standing in front of the Queen, Caesar said softly: "Excuse me for the first time, Your Majesty. Please come with us. ”

I only heard Her Majesty say slowly: "I am just an old woman, even if you abduct me, you may not be able to do what you want... the ending may not be good. ”

"Better than no ending," said Caesar. ”

He waved.

“Sinful. ”

Judaston used black cloth bags to cover Her Majesty and Lancelot.

Caesar finally looked back at the stage and remembered the mysterious young man's departure.

Consciously, under the still lit stage lights, he seemed to see a woman singing solo on the moon and night.

“Tulando...”

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……

To avoid any trouble… the security guards outside the theater, waiting outside the theater, are in a state of 'invisibility’ between the owner and the maid.

On the street, Rochu is looking for another theater to see if there are any that haven't opened yet.

“Master, it seems Lancelot has also been captured… don't worry.” The maid suddenly asked.

Lochu thought, "During the Dark Soul vacation, it should be disconnected from the store. No matter if something dangerous happens, you won't get help from the store... I think there's a rule. Because it's all part of the life that Dark Souls buy. ”

The maid nodded softly: "Article 7 of the Leave Ordinance, rule 3. ”

Lochu stopped and laughed, “Actually, you want to attack the myth of the end? ”

When the maid heard the story, she raised her head and suddenly said, "Master, can I use the top dictionary to stand for ten days as punishment and then erase this organization? ”

Ten days on top of the dictionary... what kind of punishment is that?

Lochu didn't speak either and kissed her directly... she also responded, wrapped her hands around Lochu's waist and held her gently.

“Beautiful lady, are you feeling better? ”

When we split up, Boss Lo said softly.

“I hope not for the third time. ”

In fact, Rochu felt strange —— he seemed to have been raised a cripple by a maid, and then he, again, raised her as a qualified lover.

Such a delicate maid, too.