Trafford’s Trading Club

It suddenly rained, and it was only a few moments before the moon stars were thin - or after Ming had experienced a shock and horror like a doomsday.

People walked on the streets, touching the slow falling rain, feeling the rain soaking themselves, and seemingly starting to forget something.

The fog is all over the streets… there are scenes like this everywhere in the city.

People stare at the sky, it rains, and they faint… the elderly, the men, the women, the children, even the pets.

There seems to be something that travels in this rain… quickly —— a figure in a black robe.

They wandered around every corner of the city with magical wands that amplified magic and started waving toward the damaged buildings and streets.

You'll see this wonder:

Collapsed buildings, the fragmented material starts floating a little bit, then quickly returns to its original position… When the material is reassembled, it doesn't even leave a crack - it returns to its original appearance.

Destroyed pit depressions on the streets are beginning to be filled… damaged public facilities are also beginning to recover as if they were self-healing.

Using a special technique called ‘restorative technique', as for the release technique, it is naturally the arrival of the magician army.

“Hurry up! We need to fix this city before sunrise! ”

The one who directs the magicians' actions, and at this time all the magicians are preached.

“Don't worry about everything! With all the crystals consumed, the Queen of Britain is responsible for reimbursement! Although we are not at war this time, let the British knights take a closer look at the abilities of our Magicians' Association! ”

As a result, the shadows of these shuttles in the street buildings have increased by a few points… and in the street, you can see that they have been used up to store magic and become the crystals of ordinary stones.

……

Outside the window was leaching rain, and occasionally perhaps a dark shadow could be seen, flying from afar… Caesar did not really relax his tension, but approached two more steps silently.

“Last time it was the passersby, this time it was the salesman, what next time it would be.” Caesar asked expressionlessly.

Mysterious young man... Boss Luo casually said: “I honestly don't know what the next time I see you, I don't know... even if I may not have a chance to see you again. I've been used to letting things happen naturally lately… Simply put, it means more casual. ”

Suddenly, Caesar relaxed his body and his tight muscles began to relax, and he breathed slowly, “Your Excellency's late night visit will never really be for marketing… as if I didn't have anything I needed. ”

Rochu smiled, “There's always something that you and I need… as long as you're alive, when you're still acting for something. If not, it's probably just a creature like 'I just need to sleep'... about four hours ago I got some tips...”

Lochu looked at Caesar's frowned brow and said slowly: "Tip me, the number of souls received… including even the soul of a thousand pigs… To be honest, I am a little surprised. ”

Suddenly, Caesar's forehead was deep with a fine sweat.

At this point, it is as if there is a darkness that covers him… and indeed the whole world he sees - the darkness does not really appear, just what he feels at this moment.

“Are you… [Holy Grail]?” Caesar's face also changed dramatically at this time.

“Mr. Caesar also had a sense of humor. ”

Rochu laughed, “But technically, I do have something to do with what you know about the Holy Grail… or it can be said to be me, something that I've only recently inherited. Well, inheritance is a bit inappropriate, it should be said that it should be something in my name at the moment... would that make it easier to understand? ”

“Yes…” Caesar frowned, silently half-hearted: "The origins of the Grail are mysterious, and the knighthood has always been hidden… but it is clear that the Grail is different from the one that once appeared in history carrying the blood of the saints… Are you the one who made the Grail? ”

“I didn't make it.” Boss Lo shook his head, "but I also had the ability to make it. ”

The boss's palm stretched out, the palm of the hand, after a group of light appeared, the [Holy Grail], which had already been destroyed by Lancelot in the royal auditorium, was recovered little by little in front of Caesar...

When the last hint of crack on the Grail also disappeared, the kind of breath he had felt when he faced the Grail, came again.

Lochu placed the Grail on the desk in the study.

Caesar took a slow breath, but at this point his fingers quietly pointed to the floor of the study - his only intention at this point was to prompt everyone in the house for the first time to leave the room.

The power gap, he already feels… and it's the kind of gap that can't be filled at all - it's probably one shot… or not even a chance.

“Don't you like it? ”

Unexpectedly, at the moment when Caesar was about to warn, Mr. Lo reached out and lit a little over the [Holy Grail] - [Holy Grail], which, once again, collapsed directly in front of Caesar.

Restore [Grail] … Destroy [Grail], in less than ten seconds, as simple as kneading a ceramic embryo with clay.

What is happening at this moment has put Caesar's mind in a state of stagnation… or, in fact, has he been subjected to some kind of illusion magic since he entered the door?

However, the intended warning stopped.

“We are reluctant to believe that what is happening is beyond our understanding. ”

[Holy Grail] Although directly crumbled and disintegrated under Lochu's fingers, it did not disperse… but maintained a state of particle dispersion, as if it were to converge again at any time.

The boss's voice continues to sound, “Just like tonight, the inhabitants of Misty City, it's hard to believe what's happening. They look at you… and so do you look at this [Holy Grail]. ”

“Why did you... come to me? ”

It's not that I don't believe it, the first time I think I may have been struck by some kind of illusion, but also out of the inertial protection of my thoughts… the other person is powerful, in fact, he has already taught.

When he couldn't break the invisible barrier in the theater… he knew full well.

He was reluctant to believe that the [Holy Grail], destroyed only after a great war, would be so easily created and destroyed in each other's hands, just as Tipp was reluctant to imagine such a mighty, defensive super secret as a justification.

But when confronted with these lies and the truth... he eventually chose the untrustworthy truth, and his throat questioned with some dryness.

“I'm really just here to sell.” Rochu laughed, “I think you might need… for you, for what you want to do all your life. ”

“You mean… [Grail]?” After Caesar's silence, he frowned.

“You don't want the Grail.” Lochu shook his head, "If you want the Grail, you have too many chances to simply take it from him long before Pupkins has had time to make a wish to the Grail… Why do you stay until the end? Although [the Holy Grail] was destroyed in the process, it did make the initiator of the program… the lady, and you were a little unexpected - but obviously you were willing to see it destroyed as well. ”

“This power should not remain in the world.” Caesar said positively: "How many Pupkins will appear again and again because of the Grail?" ”

“That's why I recommend another thing to you. ”

Lochu smiled softly, "A place where the beasts behind you, and even the beasts you've spent your entire life trying to help, can walk brightly and rightly in the sun and in the sight of people. ”

“What did you say?” Caesar couldn't help but open his mouth.

“Let's give it a more intuitive feel.” Boss Lo laughed at the moment, then easily struck a ringing finger.

The world… has shifted at this moment.

The orange yellow soft light studio disappeared from Caesar's sight before even winking - replacing it with a lively and prosperous town.

He stood on the walls of this huge town with Lochu.

Hurry people, medieval style streets, and… forms, either in all kinds of peculiar armor or with canes on their hands, dressed like fantasy magician women.

Or a beautiful man with a bow and arrow on his back, like a legendary elf.

Even… one is either rough, or petite, with obvious beastification characteristics, walking normally in the streets, talking to others at will… the beasts.

“Here…” Caesar looked at everything in front of him.

Among the diverse people, the sub-races… even the Orcs, the legendary elves, they walk freely in the streets.

Just kidding, talking about all kinds of topics… Inhumans, not everyone is hiding what they mean.

For him, this moment seems to have come to the legendary Eden.

“Welcome to ‘Origin Town’. ”

Rocciu's voice softly rang in Caesar's ear, "I call this world [the great world of Issou] … this is the world of fantasy, a real world… that I have created. Here, even the race of the Orc will not be subjected to any repression or exclusion, nor will humanity be afraid of the existence of the Orc. Instead, the Orcs are quite a popular race among the ranks here… Here, even the kingdom of the Orcs has begun to emerge. ”

Under an almost infinite clear blue sky, the breeze swept past the walls, blowing Caesar's hair... and he placed his hands consciously on the fence of the walls, looking down at everything.

“I think it might be more appropriate here than what you've been doing in secret, Mr. Caesar, to try to achieve… and change the status quo of the Orc society…”

"So I'm going to sell it to you. The only downside here, of course, is that there is no such thing as the Internet at the moment, and the standard of living varies from region to region… The most advanced, probably only in the 450s of the last century. There is also a slight suspicion of escape here. ”

“But even escape is enough…” Caesar turns around, "a sale that cannot be refused. ”

……

Seems like a long journey… it's only been a few minutes since I came back.

The so-called salesman has left the study… leaving the house.

And all that remains for Caesar is a voucher that leads freely to [the great world of Issou]... only those of Orc descent can enter that world through it.

First, you need to tell every Orc what's going on in the world.

Secondly, whether or not to go is not allowed to be decided by means of coercion, which requires the decision of the beast himself. Agree to move forward, disagree, please eliminate everything he sees.

Thirdly, you have the opportunity to present [Issou World] to each of the selected Orcs, but at the same time, once they enter the world, they will not be able to return here again.

Fourthly, once the world dies, your souls… belong to me.

And… what he left behind.

“[Issue World], a world where we can live in the sun...”

Caesar sat at the desk, silently holding onto the credentials in his hand, and was caught in contemplation.

The rain outside has not stopped… He is well aware of the effects of these rains - a technique called 'erasing memories’ released by the forces of magicians, which will allow residents who have experienced fog events to selectively forget about the Orcs and all the supernatural things.

It was also at the beginning, when he and the Queen planned the operation, the response was ready.

Suddenly, Caesar felt that he had been wasting his energy over the years… a deep sense of tiredness, coming at him quietly - in front of this voucher in his hand.

He even has an impulse to go out and drain rain from the sky… but this level of 'elimination technique' cannot have any effect on non-humans - yes, even the weakest non-humans cannot.

Suddenly, the knocking sounded.

It's not Judas, it's not Tipp, it's not even Catherine's voice… it's another, older woman's voice.

The voice of a maid who has been in charge of cleaning the house on weekdays… the most ordinary human being.

“Mr. Davis, Mr. Davis, are you in there? May I come in? ”

Caesar appealed slowly at this moment, and then his body, and even his appearance, began to age at this point - no longer as handsome as a prince, but as a man in his forties and ordinary appearance.

With a voice of this age, Caesar slowly said: "It's me… come in. ”

The maid pushed the door in, saw Mr. Davis, the real owner of the house, before relieving herself, and said: “I thought I heard a noise here, so I came to check it out, afraid it was a thief. ”

“It's okay, I'm looking at some papers.” Caesar said softly, "Besides, I'll finish my vacation tomorrow and then head back to Northern Ireland, where you'll have to take care of it. ”

“This is my job and I will take care of the house.” The maid said quite respectfully.

You can't take care of it inadvertently, because here… is Mr. Davis, Chief Minister of Northern Ireland, who bought the property in the fog for a weekday vacation.

She's been working here for over a decade.

……

……

Westminster Palace… the first place to fix it.

At the tourist level of the giant clock called the Westminster Palace Tower, Lochu is looking at a slightly restored city.

And suddenly he said, "The city is like a spinning, giant clock. Everyone who lives here is a small part of it. Everyone has a role to play that he cannot ignore. In this inhuman incident, even ordinary people have a place to play their part… It's been a full night, isn't it? ”

Boss Luo turned around… behind her, the maid came slowly.

“Looks like the master had a great time tonight. ”

“After all, there's still a good audience this time.” Rochu laughed, "... how's it going with your student? ”

“Do you have the feeling... of letting the recalcitrant students come together? ”

The maid seems not to laugh... but her eyes are less gentle than they used to be - outsiders.

“That should be a good time, too.” Rochu smiled and spread his hand... a seven-colored flower that began to emerge from his palm, "for you. ”

“The seven colors of legend.” The maid naturally recognized it at first sight.

“Yeah, though it's just a legend.” Rocciu handed the flowers to the maid, “but just make the legend a reality. ”

It… Nature is the real flower that grows naturally and violates the laws of nature, only that it is quickly dialed from creation to growth.

Bringing the seven colored flowers together in her chest, the maid smiled down and raised her head. "Master, the punishment for this destruction of the [Holy Grail] has been handed down… Eleanor has consciously and voluntarily asked for compensation. ”

“She...” Lochu nodded, "When I looked at the ledger, she seemed to be your previous... maid? ”

“Do you want to increase her fine?” The maid said softly, "I think it should be aggravated, and it's okay to stop her leave immediately and get her back to work. ”

Lo Qiu just smiled, “I haven't seen it myself, but at least I've taught you a long time ago... forget it this time. And then..."

At the palm of the hand, the free [Holy Grail] appears and gathers again.

I just heard Rochu say casually: "When this thing was last created, it had its own ability to repair itself. Now that it's back, it's fine. But... it's a little inappropriate to keep it here. ”

“The master intends to put it back in the warehouse?” The maid asked curiously.

“Well... let me think.” Boss Lo sighed for a moment and then some kind of bad taste came along and he had an idea... waved his hand and opened a door.

The Gate of Criticality.

He threw the Grail in his hand and said, “The sub-world is random, and it will come with its own legend, and then it will be contested... Well, why don't we call it the Grail War?" ”

The maid's eyes are still... as long as the owner is happy.

……

Rochu suddenly said, "By the way, 'Myth of the End' should disappear from this world a little bit until it is completely erased... so you don't have to stand on top of the dictionary. ”

The rain stopped.

The boss and the maid accompanied them on the central tower until dawn… When the city was completely restored, the first dawn, also from the end of the horizon, began to move towards them.

The seven colors in her hand, bathed in the dawn, were glowing.

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