Trafford’s Trading Club

Black butterflies are dancing, accompanied by some harsh and sharp sounds coming from behind.

A black butterfly stopped between the maid's fingers and flattened her wings... even though it was essentially a work of fire, she looked alive.

The fierce voice never knew when it had stopped… the butterfly that had stopped on the maid's finger had also turned into a black flame and slowly faded away - as had the black butterfly that danced beside her.

Night slowly turned around.

The woman came to her, covered in wounds, some of which were already there, some of which had just been caused.

Some of the blood is from the woman herself, and some of it is from the man.

The woman even had an eye-catching wound on her face… it was bitten —— right on her left cheek, bitten hard, and now it's still bleeding.

Women and men have obviously experienced an extraordinarily brutal fight… the causes need no longer be spelled out.

The maid looked into the woman's eyes and suddenly laughed: “Nice look... name? ”

The woman opened her mouth slightly, her lips appeared dry and wrinkled, as if she had been dehydrated for a long time, but the blood on her face slowly slipped off and soon wetted half her lips, “Meow... meh...”

The same dry sound.

The maid took out her handkerchief and walked up to the woman… Mehra, carefully wiping the wound on her cheek - but she couldn't move, she just looked at it without looking at it, and she didn't instinctively escape, her body was numb, and she accepted it.

“Want your old beauty back?” Unight suddenly asked.

In fact, if it weren't for her wolf and the scary wounds on her face today, she would have been a landmark beauty - after so many years of careful selection and cultivation, there would have been no ugly ancient descendants in the clan [farm].

Meera just said: "You… are not a clan vampire. ”

The maid bluntly said: "Does anyone have to be a vampire to appear here… regret it and hate it. If it hadn't been for me, maybe... you'd be able to get out of here, or maybe you wouldn't be like this. ”

Mehra's eyes revealed a glimmer of struggle, from hollow to hateful retention, and eventually hateful dissipation, leaving nothing but indifference.

“Perhaps, even if it wasn't for you… it would be the same if we came across similar situations in the future? Already, unwilling to stay in that falsehood... what do you want me to do? ”

“What you want.” The maid smiled and asked, sliding her fingers down, gently in the heart position of Mekong, “What do you want to do? ”

“Vampires...” Melaka's eyes once again burst with anger, "the root of all pain... pull it out, pull it out forever! ”

“I will give you the power of vengeance.” The maid waved her hand at this moment, a cluster of black flames beating again at her fingertips.

The flame burst into Mellah's cheek... clinging to the bitten wound on her cheek - what she felt, then poured into her body.

“This is the seed. ”

The maid has no expression: “Only the soul that devours the object of vengeance can keep the seed bold… but once it is absorbed by nutrients other than the object of vengeance, it will let you die directly, can it be done? ”

“Why… help me? ”

Despite the constant enhancement of this influx of strength, she has some hesitation.

“You don't need to know that. ”

The maid said softly: "All you need to know is that this is just the power of the advance… the more you use, the more you have to eat. One day, when the object of your vengeance no longer exists, is the time of your death. ”

The woman laughed… it was completely demonic power.

But what does it matter?

It doesn't matter anymore.

……

Still quietly watching the town, the vampire internal conflict people suddenly heard the door open, the maid smiled gracefully and walked in with burnt tea.

See, Maria is surprised... Master! You are a master! One of the only three secret pharmacists in the world! How could a man tame you to such a degree!!

She said it was what she was supposed to do, so she went up and helped.

The maid was able to get away from the trivial things and came directly to her master... a sheepskin scroll appeared in her hand - the maid handed it to Boss Lo.

Jinzhou's real dragon-eyed thief glanced at him and frowned... Who did this deal with?

Lochu was not surprised, and the start of the deal naturally did not overshadow his perception.

He gave Yunight a lot of authority, and although he was nominally the club's maid, he could actually hang up as a deputy manager.

“Is there any particular willingness? ”

Without having to look closely at the parchment, he already knew what was inside… he was curious only about the motive of the maid. As a matter of fact, Unight shouldn't be making this more formulaic deal.

The maid said softly: "The master's life has suddenly passed so badly… it needs to be supplemented. Just ran into the right one. ”

Because the lifting of some of the restrictions imposed on me by the previous one did consume a lot of life... Boss Luo had to smile, “With the fantasy world, I don't have to worry about life anymore... you designed the world yourself. ”

The maid said softly: "The owner may consume a lot more often in the future, so... be more prepared. ”

Rochu didn't say anything, he just reached out and squeezed her palm gently.

These are only the hearts and minds of the two servants, and they are more than just eyes to eyes.

The Shinzhou Dragon over there is looking straight at the white eye... but more concerned about the sheepskin roll in Rochu's hand.

Not knowing if it's a coincidence, Golden Dragon Favna is waking up at this time.

Shinzhou Jinlong, who acutely perceived this, pointed directly at the past... and there was nothing great about the Golden Dragon.

At this time, Donnie, the silent young girl, suddenly screamed in horror.

“Father!! ”

Seeing her face full of terror and fear at this time, her body seemed to have been sucked dry, and the whole person fell on her knees with a bang... she pressed her hands against the carpet, raised her head, and stared in front of her stubbornly.

At this moment, in Boss Lo's screen, a huge head, which occupies a lot of layouts, appeared in front of everyone - indeed, the head of the superior nobleman named Popoch!

……

……

When this face was visible on a daily basis, the moment it rolled on the ground without warning, the vampires on the upper middle noble side of the town square in the [farm] instant became silent.

What they do, almost uniformly, is not even practiced beforehand —— that is, they focus their eyes entirely on Busby, who holds clan power at this time.

Undoubtedly, that is indeed the supreme authority of the [Toledo] clan, proof of what the Grand Duke personally gave to agent Bailegan… which is now provisionally in the hands of Bailegan.

And the first order he made was to immediately cease the feeding of all upper middle nobles, especially higher nobles, and to change it to a regular distribution.

How can these superior aristocrats endure but consume those of poor quality, without injecting the blood of their souls… and still live in [the farm] for this period of time?

While it must have been anticipated that there would be some corresponding restrictions to protect these [crops] from being pressed too hard, it was not anticipated that the restrictions would be so extreme.

But Buzzby was just a little waiter around Baylor's post, so... he didn't even have a superior aristocracy!

It's an insult to the clan's power to put it in the hands of Busby!

Even if Bailergan were here himself, he would never dare speak to them!

So the superior nobility brought the intermediate nobles who followed them and stood on this square...

Finally, in public, one of the most heinous counts of Popoch was directly beheaded by Bazbi, who held clan power without warning.

The sharp blade pulled from clan power also drips blood.

The blade of power is able to shock the entire clan, ultimately because it was born in a special way through the clan's grand public - every clan's origin can be traced back to the Grand Duke, and it can be said that the clan is a clan that opens its branches as a clan.

They... they, and they, are covered in the blood of the Grand Duke of Torrito.

The blade of power can act directly in the blood of the Grand Duke - that's why Busby easily beheaded Count Popoch… Although Busby's sudden hand was unexpected, it did not contain many power gaps between them.

“Now I do not know who else is going to question this determination. ”

After seeing Buzbi slowly wipe the blood on the blade of power and then insert it into it, he looked around the silent nobles and waved: “Well, it is too early, please return to your homes to rest. ”

When he lifted the cape behind him, he turned around and left the square with a whole team of patrols.

The remaining aristocrats, looking at Count Popoch at this time with a different head… their former companions, were quite acquiesced and quickly turned a blind eye.

As if nothing had happened - nothing had happened.

They started laughing at each other, talking about things that were not on the horizon between the north and the south, with their own followers, and gradually dissipated.

But if you really think that nothing has happened, I'm afraid only the hearts of these aristocrats will be clear...

When all the vampires in the square had been completely dispersed, a squad patrol slowed down and the body of Count Popoch was removed - no doubt from Busby's command.

……

Shortly afterwards, in a moving building in the town, Buzbi was sitting on a single couch, looking at a document on hand - this place was temporarily cleaned up as an office space.

“Dead a housekeeper.” Buzzby's voice was low and the documents in his hand were randomly photographed on the table in front of him, "this happened, and you didn't even notice it beforehand... [Farm] 's team of regulators, what have you been doing lately? ”

My men around me are in shock at this moment - Lord Busby has just beheaded a superior Count, and is still experiencing...

He explained in haste and panic: "My lord, this prisoner of Tabinesh in the report apparently committed suicide in awe of sin. From his diary and suicide note, he was afraid of being discovered the day, so he couldn't handle the high pressure and chose to end himself. ”

Buzzby looked up slowly and sharply as an eagle, "I asked why the inmate had not been found behaving so far. ”

“This is because Tabinae uses hallucinogenic drugs every time, and the [crops] he plays with don't have memories afterwards. Plus... If a man arranges to enter [the farm] to work, he will be castrated beforehand and will not be able to do any substantial harm to [the crop]. So..."

Bazbi asked coldly again: "I ask again… why has Tabinae so far not found what he did in Dorm 7? ”

This time, my subordinates suddenly understood that coming here... This boss who is in power now needs no explanation at all!

He suddenly struck a thrill and said hastily: "This time it was due to poor supervision of the [farm] supervision team! I'll be the first to evacuate the supervision here and impose severe sanctions..."

Seeing Buzz hasn't changed much than he did at this time, his subordinates continued with a hard head: “In addition, the rest of the supervisory team will be punished to varying degrees… I will consider replacing a new group of responsible members… Also, all the men in the [farm] will be supervised once and thoroughly, absolutely preventing similar things from happening again! ”

Buzzby shook his head and looked at the sweaty subordinate and said for a while: "Now tell me about the fugitive. ”

“Yes…”

His subordinates' suspension of the heart-trembling formula allowed him to fall, “This time the clan in the inner clan entered into a large number of [farm] relationships, thus creating confusion. Those guys just opened their cages and left while they were in chaos... Most of the fugitives have now been recovered and only four fugitives are still out there... but they shouldn't be far away, I'm sure they'll be able to catch them soon. ”

“Do what you have to do.” Busby suddenly waved and then said, "I'm going out for a while, don't follow me. ”

After that, he left directly from here - looking in the direction, it seemed to be dormitory number seven, where the murder had occurred.