Trafford’s Trading Club

He remained silent on Boss Lo's issue.

Lochu is clearly not in a hurry… basically, he gives maximum patience at the same time to each of the objects he chooses.

The waiting process is not long.

“How can you… help me?” [Cain] asked softly.

“What you want.” Rochu asked softly.

Once again, he was caught in contemplation, sitting on him, as if he were a statue that had existed since ancient times… immobilized, without even the slightest expression on his face.

The presence of this [past] has slowed down… everything in front of it seems to degrade from high pixels to low pixels, then becomes a little blurred and rough.

Only that little grudge spirit hasn't changed... Lochu knows the pit of the remains outside the cave, and it's also common at this time - everything here is the result of an arithmetic in [CAIN] consciousness, except for the grudge spirits that the deceased mutant child turned into.

When it focuses most of its attention on a problem, it naturally fails to take into account the natural changes in the [past] as a whole.

Long time.

[Cain] As if he was angry all of a sudden, he raised his face without his eyes and turned to Rochu. The deep orbit looks like a black painted hole, but Rocciu can see deep inside this black hole, and something wants to shine.

It's like Mars without oxygen.

“In fact, all these years, I've been thinking," Why should I? "” [Cain] tapped his hands onto the table.

With such a touch, everything blurred around them gradually recovered.

“I think it might be wishing I could inherit its legacy.” [Cain] stops, seemingly at the discretion of a more reasonable word, "Perhaps, from what I inherited from this part of my memory, an instruction that had long been hidden… it wanted me to do what it had not yet done. ”

“Explore?” Lochu nodded.

[Cain] nodded, pointing to his own head: “Most of the knowledge I have stored here is about this… there's not much more to it than that. In fact, if it hadn't left me the name [Cain], perhaps even if I had been born, I wouldn't know who I am... in fact, who I am now? ”

“I've been wondering.” [Cain] shook my head: “This confusion has always made me want to escape the instructions contained in so much knowledge in my mind… and then, with new questions haunting my mind, I… what is it? ”

“So you haven't been out of here.” Rochu laughed: “You chose not to move... you chose to stop. ”

“Stop...” [Cain] nodded after a moment of silence, "Perhaps you should say that I was born weak... but I like your words, though, I should be hesitant to be exact. ”

"We stopped, even stepped in place, so many times just to wait for a better time… even though it might be missed due to hesitation. ”

[Cain] laughed, “You don't look like a guy with mysterious powers, more like a person. ”

"Mr. Luo Qiu said," Time accumulates knowledge, not wisdom… Even if it makes you wise, it doesn't make much difference to want to be. Older people seem intelligent, but there are not many older people who still don't know… No one has ever stipulated that those who live longer will become smarter than anyone else, capable of doing so. That's mostly a projection of the conjecturer's own desire… so having power doesn't seem to make much difference. Of course, that's just my point at the moment. ”

“You'll be rebutted.” [Cain] laughed, "Whether those who already have knowledge or want to be like this… breaking a good guess is tantamount to stabbing each other in the back. ”

“Then let's not argue.” Rochu laughed, “Besides, perhaps I will overturn this belief in the future… just as a young self will feel childish and a mature self will feel ignorant. If I was really ashamed of myself, I guess I wouldn't be so different from people in general, and I'd probably deny it. ”

[Cain] He didn't talk, he just lowered his head and didn't know when, the little grudge spirit had been paid on his leg, it seemed he was asleep.

He reached out his hand, very gently following this little grudge spirit's back.

And then he looked up again and said, “I don't want to inherit these, if I may… I don't want to just disappear. In fact, I didn't have a strong desire for the original exploration, and even if I did, it probably instilled it in me. In fact, I prefer this life to this vain exploration, where I compete with another nascent [CAIN] consciousness for control of [Lost Fang]. I've been stuck in a long period of confusion, constant thinking and contradiction that started to destabilize me, and that's when I made room for another [CAIN] newborn consciousness to grow… In fact, when it was first born, I was perfectly capable of destroying it. ”

“Why don't you do it. ”

“Self-inflicted abandonment?” [Cain] grinned bitterly: “Perhaps it feels more like it actually meets [the original me] expectations... For example, if my parents had two brothers, one smart, one stupid... I think I should be the latter, the one not expected by my parents, and just the one that would cause trouble. Naturally, it creates the feeling that maybe the family doesn't have the foolishness to be more perfect. ”

“Do you think this would actually be a delusion?” Rochu asked curiously.

“Maybe later… if there is later.” [CAIN] Respond with Mr. Lo's words.

Luo Qiuguan smiled and then officially said: "Your wish. ”

[Cain] rubbed the little grudge spirit's head and said softly: “I don't know if they'll grow up one day. ”

“Only here? ”

[Cain] opened his mouth and then laughed bitterly, mocking himself: “I guess I don't have much purchasing power... but thank you for not ignoring me because of my poverty. In fact, I think I really don't have anything to trade for… I'm just a fake and it doesn't seem to contain much value from the knowledge I inherit. ”

Boss Lo didn't talk, just waved a roll of sheepskin to appear - a blank sheepskin roll.

Thereafter, the text began to appear in a row… just that it didn't appear very quickly, like writing stops.

Night knows that this is what his owner drafted the deed - usually based on what was automatically generated after negotiations between the parties… The altar gives the most accurate regulations.

It is not unacceptable for the boss to draft the contract content autonomously… However, when the volume of transactions reaches a certain level, it is natural that automatic generation will be more efficient and save more time.

Lady Maid's owner is fine today, she is not stuck in a massive deal... If it is the size of the previous generation of shopkeepers, I'm afraid the sheer amount of work involved in drafting the contract will be enough to leave the previous shopkeeper without time to lose.

“Sir, this is the contents of the contract, if you feel no problem, is there anything you are not satisfied with? ”

Finally, the text on the parchment completely stopped appearing - Lochu put it in front of [Cain].

[Cain] lost his eyes, but by the time his palm touched the parchment, his consciousness had printed the deed.

It took [Cain] a long time to calm down, “I think it's been nice enough for me… if, indeed, there is such a day, I don't mind. ”

Saying, he printed his palm directly below the parchment… Then the parchment spontaneously burned and then disappeared into the air.

“Well, just a moment. ”

Rochu stood up and nodded with a smile at [CAIN], then left with the maid.

……

Back in [now], still in the dwelling of this red dragon bone, Miss Maria still fell to the ground... Actually, not much time has passed, probably just for a moment.

Little Grievance Spirit is gone… it has returned to its [past].

Boss Lo waved to keep the witch from lying on the ground and then walked out of the red dragon bone house with the maid.

The vines and roots have been covered, like dirt, and the entire mortal pit has been completely submerged, leaving only this dwelling, a small space.

Lochu looked around, and finally his eyes locked in one direction - after which the maid noticed something.

Raise your hand and wave a black flame… The crow is like two black phoenixes, instantly burning out two long passages in the ocean of vines and roots - soon something will roll out of the passage.

These are Golden Dragons, and Busby and Mina, who call themselves [Norman].

They have a number of minor wounds… rarely can you see the blood spilling from these wounds. Of course, their bodies vary.

Golden Dragon's wound recovered almost instantaneously, while [Norman] slowed down a bit… the girl's wound remained unchanged.

But it's all right.

But at this point, the surrounding vines… or, at this point, the entire mortal pit began to shake.

Above, the twisted vines of those plates began to creep and twist. They are like lines… Finally, a huge face, from a plane to a 3D, emerges from the top… anger.

Roar.

Countless vines are now sharp, tens of thousands, starting to plunge straight down from this huge [face].

Lochu was just gauging each other's enormous anger at the moment, and his face was calm.

The maid just grabbed a black flame when these sharp pricks arrived and threw it out at will... The black flame that anything could ignite immediately touched the spikes, immediately attached to the burning, then told the rising... the huge face above, suddenly made the black flame more vivid.

Underneath, the giant face had to fall directly out of those burning places.

A great deal of ash, falling from the top, like black snow… at the same time, it grows more horrible with its roar.

“Looks like this guy was born from [Lost Fang], but he didn't inherit much [Cain] knowledge… or, in other words, the one in the cave, had some reservations. ”

Lochu nodded, it doesn't matter.

He raised his head and looked at the huge face and said softly: “I'm sorry, we didn't want to disturb your diet consciousness... but it might be quicker to call you out... we were just entrusted to discuss something with you. Probably another [you], hoping to get out of this body, while you promise not to have any idea of harm or devouring it. ”

Without a response, the giant face just growled again, then released more sharp pricks from the giant face, while a blood-sucking vine, like a longworm, burrowed out of the ground.

Like a bunch of demons.

Lochu shook his head and looked at the maid, “It seems that we need to calm it down in order to better negotiate... how long? ”

The maid smiled: “Be violent, it should be quick... please give me ten seconds, my lord. ”

“If it's too late...” Rochu quipped, “Let me take care of you tonight? Of course, if it doesn't time-out... I'll let you get dressed again, okay? ”

“Yay.” The maid smiled softly: “What a distressing choice… ”

Unight turned his hand and took out a pocket watch… opened the cover, put it in the owner's hand, and said softly: "Well, let's start with this second. ”

The second hand starts to turn the first box… The maid doesn't act, she just looks at the master.

The maid slowly retreated until the second hand reached the third.

Fourth grid, step.

Fifth grid, two steps.

Sixth grid, spin.

Number seven, the maid had a black flag on her hand.

Eighth, the maid raised the black flag in her hand, and the black fire lotus blossomed around her, and all the vines in the entire mortal pit were instantly calcined to ashes, like black snow.

Ninth, a figure fell from the ashes… still burned by the blackflame.

Gr. 10... The maid turned around and the black flag was held behind her with her hands behind her back. All she could hear was her bow forward slightly. "If you want to maintain it... why don't you wait for tomorrow? ”

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PS: This title will only take two chapters... really!