Trafford’s Trading Club

He glanced sharply at Mekong, breathing several times before remembering anything, and quickly took out a kettle, “Drink some water first, you seem a little dehydrated. ”

Meera didn't refuse, she did need these.

David's words touched her heart a little, but did not directly disarm Mehra. Because she had seen that when a person used a lie well, it was possible to tell the lie until death.

She didn't easily believe David's words, even if he was alone at the moment, making them seem so sincere —— maybe, a few hours ago, she'd be moved by them?

That man, like, said a lot, a lot of nice things.

“Where's Martin?” David saw Mehra at this time without the same indifference as before, and asked, “I remember, you seem to have escaped with him, why are you the only one left now? ”

David doesn't know if it's his illusion, but it always feels like Meera is getting a lot colder in this instant... she gives people the feeling that it's getting colder all of a sudden, like ice.

“The man is gone. ”

And her emotionless answer.

Not anymore, naturally dead.

David knew that Meera and Martin were both from this [farm], and then successfully escaped into the Revolutionary Army, and the relationship between the two had been very good... Probably Martin's death, which hit her hard. Is that why you're so different?

Or because of the power gained.

He wanted to find the source of her power from Mehra... perhaps he could bring it himself - just as he had walked a dagger from that businessman.

Look, isn't that the simple thing? Just quietly, slowly, nobody notices that you're doing something bad.

So what exactly is the secret of your power?

David quietly measured everything in Meera.

At this point, Mehra dropped the kettle and rested for a moment before she regained some strength... she covered her cheek with a hood for a little over half of herself and stood up against the wall, “The vampire is still searching for me and can't hide here forever. ”

“What are you going to do?” David nodded.

Mehra was silent, she had no intention of getting revenge, and after she gained the power of revenge, she only thought about killing vampires.

She didn't even think about getting out of here.

But it turns out she doesn't have enough strength to sustain herself - if she wants to continue with her revenge, she needs to learn how to adjust.

Regulate the power of black flames, regulate the phagocytosis needs of black flames… and, more combat experience - to fully unleash the power of black flames.

“Meera, let's go to the [mating farm] and rendezvous with the others, and we'll evacuate immediately after dawn.” David saw Mehra not talking, and suggested straight away: "If this operation fails, we must return to the base immediately! ”

“But…” Mehra frowned: “I thought you said you were looking for two other companions. ”

David sighed for a long time and revealed a painful look... he lowered his head and grabbed himself by the shoulder pierced by vampire claws - grabbing his wound dead hard.

The cloth strip wrapped around the wound suddenly leaked some blood again. David's voice was bitter: “It was useless... Alai and...”

He leaned back and took a deep breath. Xu Xu: “Stop talking about this... get out of here. Even if they both died here, I'd take their souls away anyway. ”

Mellah looks at the two necklaces wrapped around David's wrist… this is what the Revolutionary Army companions wear. If there is no place to die, at least take the sign away.

Take his soul.

The children who lived on the [farm] have never lived in this world, and they learned this way, which is said to be a more common practice in wartime… still more prevalent within the revolutionary army.

Meera herself carries a similar brand.

Looking at David's painful face at the moment, Melaka's wrinkled eyebrows loosened a tiny bit, and David couldn't help but say: “In that case, don't die so easily. ”

David looked at her and smiled slightly: "You too. ”

That smile was really nice, and Meera couldn't help but faint for a moment. This person… if that were the case, would he be so determined?

Mehra did not know why this thought suddenly appeared. She just looked at David slightly confused and tested herself. "Let's get out of here first. If I remember correctly, there should be a sewer channel leading to [mating farm] ahead. ”

“Sewer tunnels?” David had no choice.

“When I used to live here, [people] were a more naughty type," Melafei said. Once, out of curiosity, I snuck into the sewer... along the sewer, all the way to the [mating farm]. ”

She paused and scoffed at herself: “Unexpectedly, the nobility set me up with [a man], but it made me discover the true idea of [the farm] … I guess, the nobles of the highest ranks do not know that at all. ”

David suddenly said: "I've heard the chief say that many of the people who were with the Revolutionary Army before us planned to flee because they accidentally discovered these truths… but some chose to stay after they discovered the truth. ”

Mehra frowned: “Are you saying that those who have been lurking on the big [farms], mysterious backers? ”

David nodded, and he said positively, "Meera, have you thought about it? Why did we fail so completely this time? Our people, all exposed, all caught, none left..."

"Are you saying we've been betrayed by supporters here? ”

David nodded: “But we don't know exactly who this traitor is... Meera, you were born on this [farm], who do you think will be this traitor who betrayed our backers? ”

“Buzzby...” She suddenly whispered the name.

David couldn't hear clearly, and he subconsciously said, "What are you talking about? ”

Meera shook her head - just at this moment she pushed David away, pointing her fingers out!

When a small flame was fired, the instant it hit a giant werewolf dog and started to burn —— a giant werewolf dog struggling painfully in a black flame, but quickly turned to ash.

“It's the bloodsucking werewolf dog that the aristocrats have...” David's face grew stiff.

Looks like these vampires have really spared no effort to hunt themselves down... just this black flame, is that the power Mehra gets?

“This way. ”

After killing the blood-sucking werewolf, Mehra did not have any hesitation and stepped up her footsteps directly… The flame was temporarily supplemented by strength and calmed down slightly by the burning of the werewolf.

Night… Maybe it's almost dawn.

Not far from the roof of a large house, a pair of eyes silently watched the two quietly moving figures in town... Rocho.

“Two people who had lost their hearts eventually met. ”

As such, after the two shadows disappeared within the normal range of realization, Boss Lo slowly retreated a few steps and the shadow faded away.

……

……

Soon after, Busby took Mina to a nearby house… this is a small theatre, usually a place for [crop] activities.

In the theatre lounge, Mina, a young girl, held something tight in her hand and put her hands in front of Busby.

“This is…” Buzzby shrugged, looking at what Mina had in her hand, a little confused.

This is a scroll of beast leather hand tags... Busby knows what this is - obviously what the three unidentified people found in the [Lost Crack].

And it's the second diary.

“Brother, did you forget? Where's Mina? She worked so hard to get it from them.” She held Busby's waist and looked up at Busby, "Mina almost revealed! But I finally got it, so... no one will find out who my brother is! ”

“Mina...” Bagsby lowered his head, hugged the girl's body hard, breathed deeply, smelled the girl's hair mixed with body scent, "Thank you. ”

Fangs, little by little from the lips.

I only heard the girl muttering, "Brother, are you hungry? Mina's ready! ”

Ah... really, I can't restrain it anymore.

Busby slowly closed his eyes and let something like instinct drive his body… Feeling the touch of his fangs puncturing his skin, he gradually lost himself in a giant swirl.

When... the clan power in his hand fell from his palm.

For a long time... the girl tidied her neck and then snuggled up in Busby's arms, bewitched as a cat, naively asked: "Brother, will you stay with Mina? ”

“I will.”

He looked like a faint man, his eyes empty... and then gradually regained color - Busby took a deep breath and lifted the girl up.

“Mina, you stay here, don't leave there.” Buzz is quicker than this: “When I get rid of that killer, I'll come back to you... The killer is only after vampires, she shouldn't be trying to hurt the kids here, so you should be safe. ”

The girl accidentally snapped a button on Busby's collar, “Mina will be here waiting for her brother! Watch your step! ”

Buzzby nodded and handed Mina the second diary hand tag, "Tell me about it and keep it... when I get back. ”

The young girl gently escorted the vampire husband out of the lounge before lying back on the sofa in the lounge… She raised her hands a second diary, slowly opening it and looking at herself.

From time to time, the girl smiles a little, as if she were very happy.

……

……

[Invisible cape], [Accelerable boots] … In addition, Ann flipped a pair of gloves from the ring called [Gloves that can become powerful].

Oh, she felt like a hero who could kill dragons all of a sudden... well, the story of dragon slaughter came from which story book.

She's a wild thinker - even if she's doing something dangerous right now, she can't stop this obviously bad habit.

But what can be done?

After all, this is the person she was created from the beginning of her life - the Second Illness of Paranoia.

Does the ghost know what a secondary illness is? I know about delusions... anyway, she was told before she became an adult that as long as she liked delusions, she could do it every day.

Of course, she used to say a lot, and now she sees it as a very shameful line - in front of her peers.

“Really full of black history? ”

Ann shook her head ridiculously… In the end, what the mysterious pedestrian gave was guaranteed - at the very least, she had successfully entered the [mating farm] with what she was wearing and had not spooked the vampires at all the crossroads along the way.

Miss Ann even naughtily mixed a vampire breakfast she met on the road with some of her own saliva.

… finally, there is an alarming entry into the [mating farm].

In fact, Ann doesn't know much about [mating farm] … They are the adult ancient descendants who remain on [farm] to work, basically forbidden to enter this place.

When this doesn't mean Ann doesn't know something in [mating farm] … it's just like being arranged to watch the captured revolutionary forces die to avoid them being exotic, and to make them more loyal, to show them the same situation in [mating farm].

But Ann felt that what she had seen before was not even half the real [mating farm].

She was in a huge house at the moment… in an ice-cold house.

A row of women were trapped on a chair… their clothes had long been stripped and they were wearing a milk collector.

Women are blindfolded and unable to move half the way… they may not have rinsed their bodies for a long time and the room smells like sweat.

However, the sweet milk was constantly extracted and then accumulated through the pipes... she remembered that she had received it every day from a person specializing in fresh milk to feed her newborn... her stomach was pouring and she was feeling dry.

Ann's legs trembled between these women, looking at their dry bodies.

All of a sudden, as if she had been inspired by something, she suddenly reached out to a woman and untied what was on her head.

Hollow, trapped, skinny… how should this be a desperate look?

She suddenly sat in front of the woman's eyes.