Trafford’s Trading Club

After sharply noticing the owner's gaze, the maid also looked at Mr. Lo's position in the rest compartment… but after a few seconds of gazing, Lo Qiu automatically moved away.

He sighed softly and his fingers accidentally crossed the Buddha's bead on his wrist.

Just heard him whisper: “It's like being addicted. If you don't pay attention, you're drawn to the past. This isn't going to work... at least for a little while. ”

He then walked directly into the lounge through the door - in fact, the departing staff began to return.

Lo Qiu and the maid put on the hood and left only half a face... basically, it's hard to tell who and who feels separately.

At least, the waiters who work here don't feel acute enough to tell the difference - they start to be respectful when they see the uniform of the escort.

“Are you here to take these crops, my lords?" ”The two servants bowed their heads slightly at this time - too strict a hierarchy to even take the initiative to look at each other's faces without permission… although most of the escorts were subordinate nobles.

“Ready?” Lochu lowered his voice and said.

One of the attendants said, "Just a minute, one of them needs a serum injection… we'll inject her right away. ”

“Well, let's do it.” Lochu nodded.

Only two waiters walked fast to the girl who needed the serum… but suddenly they were a little surprised - before the serum was injected, they noticed the girl's face as if it were a nightmare.

“Strange, why did her index drop so much...”

“Could it be a factor in the blood of the aristocracy that's starting to work? Hasn't there been a similar situation in recent times? ”

“Perhaps…” the companion nodded, "Inject as soon as possible and do not allow several adults to wait long. ”

“Is it true that what you say happens sometimes?” Rocchu's voice suddenly came - he couldn't help but mock himself.

I guess I've been trying to preserve my nature, but at the same time I can't help but preserve the essence of humanity… it smells so good.

It was said that one waiter had not stopped and continued to inject the serum, while the other responded respectfully: "Yes, but as soon as the serum had been injected, it would be all right. And we're using a new type of serum vaccine, which was only recently developed to make [crops] more resistant to [infection]. ”

Infection... Lochu didn't know exactly what the so-called "infection" meant, but he didn't intend to spend money to buy it like this and nodded his head, seemingly casually asking: "[Infection]... is it really serious? ”

Probably looking at this junior nobleman's more casual relationship, the attendant said directly with little thought: "Yeah, it's better now, I can control it. It was a disaster a while ago. [Infection] just like a human plague, it erupted directly. When I heard it was the worst, nearly 30% of all [farms] of the Thirteen clans were contaminated. Either they collapsed and committed suicide, or they were insane and insane. They could not be supplied to the higher nobles to enjoy it... Only some of them could be picked up and have the ability to act. They were sent to the [configuration yard] for mating production...”

Lochu nodded in silence and said casually: "You have not studied the cause of this [infection]. ”

At this point, the serum injection attendant had finished his work and said with a straight face: “We studied this [infection] in the first place, my lord. After all, we must maintain the freshness of [crops] at all times...”

Rochu laughed. “So tell me what you think. I want to hear about your research. ”

Maybe it's just a waiting chat, or is it a nobleman's quest? The two servants soon realized that this could be an opportunity - if valued by the nobles as their exclusive servants, they would naturally be able to move away from the current state of affairs - even though they were only the exclusive servants of the lower nobles and could be much higher than ordinary servants.

Probably… from a 3rd class to a 2nd class.

They almost grabbed the answer.

“This [infection] is caused by the original worldview of the peak [crop]. As you should know, the more advanced [crops] are, the more cumbersome they become in the cultivation process, and from birth they are cultivated in strict accordance with the preferences of the higher nobility. [Farm] Convenience is designed for all kinds of people and they nurture... We all know why the blood of advanced [crops] tastes so good? That's because in the process of nurturing, they've been written into feelings for [important people]. Only this dedicated devotion to the superior nobility will allow the nobles to feel the long-overdue taste of [first blood] when [eating]... After all, the superior nobles may no longer be able to find their first blood sucker...”

“What are you doing with all this crap! You think grownups don't know!” The attendant next to him interrupted.

I don't know...

The interrupter ignored working together in the same room at this time, said all the struggling companions, and said directly: “In general, what is needed is something called the [happiness index] … Of course, my lord, you know what this is. So the next point is, after my observation, [infection], it all starts directly with [happiness index] decline. At first, we all thought it might be some kind of exotic relationship. But then, after careful research, it was found that the decline in the [crop] index was not due to ideological shocks. They feel fear directly… or are deprived of the Happiness Index. They can't feel any [happiness] from their devotion… feel abandoned and then trapped in a closed circle of self. Basically, once the closed loop is formed, it cannot be opened and can only become scrap. ”

“The source?” Lochu said casually… his gaze accidentally measured the dormant compartment he had first seen.

“The source is really unclear.” The attendants shook their heads: “After all, [farms] also frequently exchange [crops], perhaps cross-infections, or perhaps variations caused by too many mixed relationships… However, we have developed a new type of serum that can offset to some extent the side effects of the blood factor of the nobility while also improving the index of [crops] … Although this affects the lifespan of [crops], after all, they only need to harvest to be 18 years old. ”

“Priority is given to the privilege of the nobility…” said Lochu coldly, "From the mode of production [of agriculture] to the final [mating] … it is true, colonial. ”

The waiters had to remain silent.

[Crops] In fact, there is nothing different from the slaves in the colonies, and the upper nobility will squeeze away all the value of being enslaved without a trace.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with applying economically either… The capitalist = vampire formula unfolds in a vivid way inside the [Torrito] clan's castle.

“Thank you for your answers.” Boss Lo smiled at the moment: “Let me know so much. ”

“It's an honor to serve you!” The two servants hurried to pay tribute.

“Can we take them away?” Rochu shook his head, "it's almost time to leave. ”

“Now! We'll wake them right up! ”

At this time, watching as the two waiters began to busily awaken the three young boys and girls, Maria, who had always stood behind Boss Lo and the maid, suddenly whispered with a rather repressive voice: “I always knew [the farm] existed… but I really didn't think that the nobility of these thirteen clans had become so perverted. Personnel, devotion? Cultivating humans as their closest love and washing their blood away... what a bunch of lunatics! ”

And then Maria said, "Miss Skull, I remember going to your laundry in the morning, and you seem to have said that you made a lot of money by purchasing real blood from the [farm]. ”

Automatically omitting the two words, Maria shook her head and said quite seriously: “I thought we didn't do the blood dealers' business! ”

“Miss Maria, if I gave you a chance to free all these [crops] from the [farm], it would take you to give your whole life, even your soul," said Rocciu with a smile. ”

I wonder why this healing brother suddenly said such a heavy topic. Maria was stunned first and then smiled bitterly. She shook her head: “Without saying whether this hypothesis can be established... even if it is established, I probably can't do it? Don't laugh at me here either, I can only do this to the extent that I don't do the blood-trafficker business... even if the price is high enough, such promises may be forgotten instantly. ”

Probably… most of the options.

Thus [the farm] has been able to exist in the [non-human realm] … and the [non-human] people living here have simply turned a blind eye and even appeared so-called [true blood] hunters.

“But such a Miss Maria, too, is real.” Rochu softly said, "Isn't it wonderful to be faithful to yourself and to acknowledge your shortcomings without modification? ”

I'm dying!! I'm dying!! Goddamn it!

Don't be so understanding!

Maria took a deep breath… hiding her undisputed breath, always unable to resist this type - even though she had already suffered a lot of losses for it before, she remained dead.

She squeezed herself in silence and insinuated that even an old woman would never be caught in a gentle whirlpool, but in a straight line: “That's enough of the gossip… let's get out of here. Just in case, aren't you really going to put some blood on it? ”

Saying, the very busty witch used to pull it off her collar - yet the escort's uniform was round collar!

Just as Maria figured out how to reach her, two vampire waiters brought in three young boys and girls who had woken up.

Almost as common as the little Harry who met Rochu on the farm before... the eyes of the young boys and girls are always so kind and gentle, like... pets.

The young girl, who looked at the serum, seemed to have forgotten her fear of shallow sleep, when her face rejuvenated and bowed quite gracefully in front of the three 'adults'.

“What's your name?” Lochu, on the other hand, looked at the girl who had woken up in the dormant compartment that he had noticed at the beginning… about the age of thirteen or four.

“Mina!” The young girl crooked her head innocently and replied, "Sister, do you need my dedication? ”

Before Rochu left, he bent down slightly, lifted his hat a little, revealed his eyes and asked with interest, "Well, what can you offer like me? ”

Shows surprise at each other's beauty, then flashes a flash of fear because of the other's eyes… and finally appears slightly panicked by the problem.

But the girl quickly showed her hot eyes again, then pulled down her clothes on her shoulder, revealed her smooth shoulder, shy: “They said Mina was a sister's [figure]... would you like it? Mina loves you so much! ”

“But you already have someone to love.” Rochu laughed, reaching out and gently lifting the girl's clothes back, while his fingers accidentally touched the two shallow wounds on the girl's neck, softly said: “And he should love you, too. ”

The young girl took a quick step back, her hands even held onto her collar, and she looked at the beautiful sister in front of her and seemed to panic.

“Mina! Don't be rude to adults!” At this point, the girl next to her hurriedly scolded and drank, then walked up to Lochu and apologized sincerely: "Sorry, Mina is usually a little unstable in school... don't blame her! She's probably just finished her dedication. I'm so happy. That's why I forgot. ”

Lochu waved his hand and looked at the girl and asked casually: "Are you happy with this dedication? ”

The girl nodded hard, "Glad! I love Popoch's dad! I don't know who the next adult will be, but Donnie is looking forward to it too! ”

Lochu then looked at the third young man, who was a little younger and still had an intelligent face, but also nodded.

“[Farm], like it.” He also asked the three young boys and girls.

Apart from Mina's slight hesitation, which slowed down half a beat, Donnie and the youngest teenager answered positively with little thought.

Donnie Sweetie laughed: “Being able to live with you is also a very happy thing! ”

Boss Lo suddenly remembered what Bailergan had said.

What difference does it make if everyone plays it like it's true?

There is no difference... at least in his black and white vision at this time, the soul of the girl in front of him... is glittering.