Trafford’s Trading Club

The result of this bet was more ceremonial, and after the maid put her flag away, Mr. Lo made a card and delivered it to her.

It's similar to black card, but it doesn't have a club stamp on it, some are just Rochu's own last name… a simple [Lo] word.

“Is this it?” The maid was obviously a little surprised.

Boss Luo laughed: "Your reward, redemption of securities. Wherever and whenever I burn it, I will fulfill my promise to you. ”

She put these [Lo] cards together and said softly: “This makes it even more difficult to use them... think about collecting lots and lots of them and stringing them together like a necklace made of shells. ”

Luo Qiuguan smiled... the ritual has been completed, the next thing is to take care of business.

Today, all the vines in the cadaver pit have been removed - of course, for these [lost fangs], which grew throughout the entire [non-human domain] of the thirteen clan territories, only the amount of vines in the cadaver pit beneath the [Torredo] clan fracture is clearly not enough to cause [lost fangs] to move bones.

Boss Lo came with the maid before the shadow fell from the blackflame.

It has completely turned into coke - at least, from the outside - but soon, this dark, autumnal carbide suddenly cracked open.

A naked young man who didn't look handsome, but who looked pretty tolerant, stood up slowly from this scorched black object, like a cocoon moth.

The man had a similar appearance to the [CAIN] regenerative consciousness in the cave of [the past] - the difference was that the man in front of him was clearly just young.

A chaotic breath slowly emanated... Rochu saw many different lights in the man's eyes... and his pupils were like constant convergence and then ruined bubbles, extremely complex, like kaleidoscopes.

But apparently his riots have been well suppressed - the cave's man said that the other [CAIN] consciousness has been the convergence of countless prayers, hopes, and sacrifice resentments among the Thirteen clans over the years.

Kind of like the [dragon disaster] that happened at the time of the Tarzan incident.

And it's usually more about sleeping.

By sleeping, the messy consciousness is purified - because it contains too much conscious body constitutive material, a consciousness born of the [holy blood] ritual of the Thirteen Clans, as if it were a person, dividing many personalities, who are in a state of sobriety all the time.

Of course, only vampire instincts are common - probably only when eating… or they become relatively quiet.

But it is also quieter today, I fear, because of the threat of death - and, therefore, because of the confusion and incomplete unity of consciousness, it is in this immense danger that it becomes unprecedented.

“Who are you…? ”

Quiet as he is, his voice is like a coincidence of multiple lines, from male to female.

Rochu laughed: “Looks like we can talk more smoothly now… Do you remember what I said earlier? ”

He frowned, his eyes releasing a great deal of consternation, and he frowned: "You guys, is that the guy who asked you to deal with me? ”

“Actually, I'm not going to do that.” Lochu shook his head, "for you, you have more control over [the lost fangs] than it does, and it's just trying to get away from all this… in fact, maybe you just see that it can be two parallel lines. ”

The other guy sneered, “That guy has more [CAIN] knowledge than I do, and if I let him out of my sight, I'd be very passive once he had to deal with me. And it says you want to get out of it, you believe it? ”

“Doubtful personality, which one of the thirteen clans originated," said Lochu on the side. ”

“[Nophile]!” The other person subconsciously said, then suddenly became frightened… why gave the answer so simply.

“[Nofiller]...” Rochu nodded, then snapped a finger and smiled. “Now, now, do you feel better? ”

The other party… the newborn consciousness of the [holy blood] ritual of the thirteen clans, suddenly a little overwhelmingly widened his eyes.

Voices… There are many different voices, different wills, different thoughts… and even different personalities in their consciousness.

They're like a pot that uses all the best ingredients, but they're all stewed in a mess, and they end up with a bunch of colorful things like poisonous mushrooms.

But at this moment, it can sense that one of the mainstream voices in consciousness has disappeared, a feeling of unprecedented comfort, making it not just stand still, “What did you do to me? ”

"I'm just going to block some of your uncomfortable voices for the time being," said Rochu. This is also my suggestion… we have been entrusted. Now, if you will, we will help you to unify those uncoordinated parts of your consciousness. It's kind of a deal, how do you feel? ”

The other party showed silence, then hesitated, and finally, when the different voices in the brain began to sound again, it had to painfully press its head, like a madman, to reveal its colour.

“You are born more because the legend of this world about [CAIN] is a blueprint.” Rochu's voice grew faint.

The voice penetrates the myriad confused will in its consciousness and directly reaches its original thought, “When I look at you, you are a unique individual, you don't need to inherit too many [Cain] original memories... you don't want to be the next [Cain] either. Perhaps you can't bear the memories from [CAIN] completely. In the end, it will cover you now and make you feel strange yourself too… will you see it for a reason? ”

It bites its teeth, as if it were going to bite its own teeth, and all of a sudden its eyes turn bloody red.

But Rochu went on to say, "Even without more knowledge and memory of [CAIN], you will not change the fact that you will have complete control over [the lost fangs] … Are you still going to hesitate? ”

- She's lying. Don't believe her!

Tear her apart! Drain her blood! You'll be stronger!

- You can think about saying yes first! Promise her, then… betray her!

I'm in love with her! How could there be such a perfect woman... the one next to me too! I want them!

How can you desecrate this beauty? They deserve to be cared for!

- Blood, blood, blood!

- Beautiful... is that a heartbeat feeling?

- You have to eat that guy! So that you are complete… be the true ancestor!

“Stop it -!!!! ”

Finally, after a loud roar, it seemed like it had fallen asleep, the whole person seemed so depressed... it gasped and bowed, but slowly raised its head, hard to say: "I promise you my terms... as long as I can solve my problems, I can guarantee that from now on, I will never hit that guy again!! ”

Lo Qiu opened his hands slightly and smiled. “That's great. I prefer this kind of negotiation to solve the problem. ”

A sheepskin roll opens slowly in front of it at this time, Boss Lo said slowly with his usual voice line: "Agreed Nie Rong, we help you solve this uncoordinated problem of consciousness and unify your consciousness. But at the same time, you need to make sure that you never have to look for another regenerative consciousness, that you can have the idea of hurting or swallowing it, but you can't put it into action. ”

“I... promise!” It just swept a quick glance on this sheepskin roll, "now! Make them stop! Make them disappear! ”

“Please don't rush. ”

Lochu smiled slightly: "Now that you understand the content, here's the punishment ordinance - this agreement is between the parties. Restrict you, and now there's another —— you can't really hurt it. And it's the same: after a successful breakaway, you can have the idea of revenge, but you can't get it done… Once one of you violates this principle, the punishment will be… worse than it was. Think clearly, the binding force of this agreement is irresistible to you, and once you sign it, you will not be able to violate it. I will give you time to think… how long would you like it to be? ”

It just wants to stop this pain that it's been tormenting since it was born... Consider?

Consider… it stares dead at the words on the sheepskin roll —— words he doesn't know, but what they mean is that it knows.

“Don't think about it… I agree!” The palm is printed directly on this sheepskin roll… it has virtually no hesitation!

The imprinted parchment begins to burn and then disappears… but it remains painful and unchanged… for this reason, its original rationality is almost completely crushed.

“It doesn't work! You are lying to me... to die!! Ah--!! ”

Its eyes are completely insane... seeing only those already burned out vines, and at this moment it is once again insanely reborn from the earth.

Once again, the vine dances like a bunch of demons… but at the moment when these things are most active, its roar stops.

The whole world seemed to calm down for a moment… it still grabbed its head hard, but its face suddenly blurred.

It opens its mouth slightly... lets go of its hands a little bit and feels the world has never been as peaceful as it is today... quietly, it sounds like it hears tinnitus.

It's so quiet... quiet like never before.

In consciousness, there is now just an idea… an idea that is entirely its own! It no longer feels the endless desire of the thirteen clans to blend into the blood, nor can it hear the call and worship from the blood.

His hands slowly covered his face, his lips trembled, and he fell on his knees... feeling that the world had never been better.

“How do you feel?” Lochu asked in a low voice.

“Excellent," he said subconsciously, "unprecedented… good. ”

Speaking of which, it stood up little by little… without that sense of riot, it seemed to have something different in its entirety, "How am I supposed to thank you? I… what exactly do you have to do to express my joy at this moment? ”

“Adherence to the contents of the agreement is sufficient.” Lochu laughed.

“Of course.” He nodded, “How can I not comply? It really makes me wonderful... look! ”

The deep pit of the remains then trembled suddenly and violently, and then a huge crack broke open from it - and then a huge shadow slowly protruded out of it.

It's a huge palm - it's even bigger than when the golden dragon unfolded.

“Oh? You're free to drive your body now.” Rochu looked up and gazed, "Maybe it was true, [Lost Fang] seemed to accept you more than it did. ”

“It is limited to the inability to reconcile all the will within the consciousness and has not been able to move every part of its body well. And now…” It smiles slightly, hands open… the earth's vibrations are stronger.

“You see, it's a force that can break the limits of the world and even swim in time and space… indestructible. Although, over the years, the Thirteen clans have restored only a small fraction of their activity through the [Holy Blood] ritual. But I think, with enough blood of a powerful creature, one day, it will be as powerful as it once was! ”

"What [CAIN] once wanted to do was explore the original end, and if the power can return to its original level, it should be smoother... so I wish you success here. ”

And it suddenly said, "Bless? No, no, no... why don't you be a part of me - when I get to the finish line, you share that tremendous joy with me? ”

Suddenly, it reaches out to… and that huge hand extending out of the earth is doing the same thing.

The palms are huge! Even though it moves at extremely fast speeds, it still looks quite [slowly] … press down.

Here, the maid's eyes were silent, waving between her hands, was a black flaming phoenix, whistling directly into the huge palm of this "slow” shot!

But this palm is so huge... that the black flaming phoenix is like an ant, extinguished directly under the huge palm.

The maid frowned slightly, "[Pseudo-immortal]? It's the first time I've ever... [Cain] bought something. ”

Say it again, the flag of war appeared in the hands of the maid, and at the same time, the black and white maid costume became a tight light armor after a burning black flame flowed.

At this point, she turned directly to her eyes and said quickly: “The words in the overalls are still a little harsh. ”

- Actually, the overalls look better...

Rochu didn't say anything, he just suddenly came up with one thing - the club deal, which has always involved the use of force - some of the entrustments, which are essentially more efficient if resolved directly by force.

Because of trading projects of this nature, Dark Soul messengers are constantly improving their abilities… Otherwise, Dark Soul messengers simply need to learn to attract customers more skilfully.

As a shop owner, it is often necessary to deduct until the end of life - at which point the Dark Soul Messenger is the best option.

So the maid chooses to do it directly at the moment, and it's based on the club's tradition that everything outside the deal will be done on behalf of all the employees.

Nevertheless, Lochu grabbed her wrist from behind.

“My lord… this is my duty.” The maid shook her head.

But Rochu suddenly pulled this dressed maid directly into her arms, “The last one may have been... but not at my place... and I didn't mean to do it myself from the beginning. ”

The maid was still experiencing the temperature in her arms, but the giant palm of the shot never stopped - even threatened the top.

Don't you mean to do it yourself?

At the same time, she was not only slight.

At this point, the rate of decline of the giant palm seems to have suddenly slowed down a lot… In the dark blue crack world, the rock walls around it, and in the dirt, at this time, a large number of vines spread, directly wrapped around this giant palm and pulled it off firmly.

In front of... Above, an old shadow emerged in front of Boss Lo and the maid - the first regenerative consciousness of [the past], the old man in the cave, [the lost fangs].

“It actually chose to protect us.” Lady Maid couldn't help but wonder… Rationally, as it inherited most of [Cain's] knowledge and memory, it should be well aware of the store's capabilities.

“Not to protect us.” Lochu shook his head, "all he wanted to protect was what was buried in this pit. ”

“The bones of those children...”

And Rochu suddenly asked, "Do you really think the birth of it is a continuation of [Cain] for yourself? ”

The maid frowned slightly.

"Do you feel like watching these two bodies of consciousness, born one after the other... [CAIN] The original legend. ”

“The aggressor and the victim… [Cain] and [Abel].” The maid moves in her heart, "it... is [Abel]. ”

Rochu laughed: “Correctly, it should be [Abel] killed by himself in [Cain] 's memory. What it feels like is not true, it feels like it's a fake, because it's never been [Cain]. ”

……

About one, three: 12:

Unlike [Cain], he was the evil one who killed his brother.

Why did you kill him?

For their deeds are evil, and the deeds of their brethren are good.