Trafford’s Trading Club

By the time I woke up in the morning, the maid had everything ready, including breakfast today.

Breakfast is not ordered from the restaurant chef, but cooked by the maid herself - the kitchen is ready in the room, even the ingredients are fresh.

“Mr. King called and said the car was ready and we could leave at any time. ”

Boss Luo was drinking fresh milk as he looked at the newspaper and nodded when he heard the speech. He stacked the newspaper down and laughed. “I don't know if Da Cheol and Nero were having a good time during this time. ”

"They're all very personable people," said the maid. "I think they should be able to get along. ”

“That's good. ”

After a simple breakfast, a brief break at the Grand Hotel is officially over. The owner met Kim Jong Won in the lobby of the hotel and then took a special bus to St. Andrews with him.

When she arrived, the maid quietly put a book letter in the hotel lobby opinion box before returning to the owner.

“What's in it.” Boss Lo asked curiously.

The maid smiled slightly: “A little opinion. ”

Boss Luo blinked, but didn't ask deeply. He just shook down the window, then stretched the camera out of the window and photographed the front of the big hotel.

“Drive. ”

Luo Qiu said to Jin Zhongyuan.

……

Alec Grand Hotel attaches great importance to customer opinions… There are usually special doorkeepers in charge of checking the correspondence in the opinion box, so that the hotel's management can first know what needs to be improved inside the hotel.

This service attitude is also one of its long-standing favourite relationships.

At this time, when several letters from the opinion box were sent to the examination room, an old employee with presbyopia glasses, who had heard that he had been working in the examination room for 40 years, suddenly stood up.

The old man ran out of the examination room at a speed of 100 meters, then took the elevator all the way, hit two dining cars in the middle, and finally came to the hotel general manager's office door and rushed into the door.

At this time, the general manager of the Alec Grand Hotel was chatting with Lawyer Zigg about something and saw someone barging in, naturally showing an unpleasant face.

But Lawyer Zigg was quite familiar with the old staff in the office, and he greeted him casually, "Old John, old man, what's going on? ”

“Oh, Lawyer Zigg, you're here!” Old John is asthmatic at the moment, "I didn't expect you to be here, so I think there's a letter here that you two must take a look at. ”

Old John put the letter on the manager's desk.

They both look… it's just a very ordinary white envelope.

But when the envelope turned around and saw the fire paint pattern at the suture, the two men who could dictate the fate of the big hotel slowed their breathing.

The general manager looked at Lawyer Zigg and Lawyer Zigg grabbed the knife loosely, opened the envelope and read it carefully.

After a while, I haven't seen Counselor Ziggy speak, and even saw him frown slightly, the general manager couldn't help but ask: "Old Ziggy, what's this letter say? ”

Lawyer Zigg looked up and looked at the partner who had worked with him for many years and was somewhat puzzled: “I didn't say anything special, I just asked to put back the small stage where the restaurant had been dismantled... and, by the way, praised Mr. Berg for his excellent cooking and finally asked him to change some small bad habits in the kitchen. ”

“Oh?” the general manager sighed, then slowly sighed, sat down and subconsciously said: "It's not a big deal... just wait! ”

The general manager suddenly stood up again, "So the boss was here? When did this happen? ”

Lawyer Zigg smiled bitterly: “How do I know, after all, even I have never seen..."

Yes, no one has ever known the identity of the owner behind the scenes of the Alec Grand Hotel - even Mr. Zigg, acting attorney, only to communicate with the mysterious owner by letter.

And Lawyer Zigg, as this agent, has been around for fifty years… at that time he was just a novelty, unincorporated, even ostracized, black-skinned lawyer.

……

……

St. Andrews town, out of town, a quiet estate.

Around twenty days ago, the estate was still full of weeds and uninhabited… but I don't know when, from around the estate to the interior of the estate, it has become clean and tidy.

The lawn in the estate courtyard was even very well built… In the morning, the sun scattered and even the rainbow reflected by the sun could be seen - depending on the situation, it had just been sprinkled.

Inside the kitchen of the estate, a young man with a scarf and a second half of his face was closing his eyes… he also grabbed a sharp knife in his hand.

Then a square piece of tofu was thrown up, and the young man took the knife down, and the cut pieces of tofu were automatically arranged as if they were scattered petals, falling down, without even plating.

It's like being an unrealistic knife maker in a small house.

Mmm-hmm!

At this point, the young man carefully lifted the tofu block on the anvil board and then dialed it into the burnt pot on the back table.

In front of the table, a short-haired white girl was carrying chopsticks, keeping a saliva on her face, watching tofu chunks fall in, and even stars appeared in her eyes - until the young man covered the lid again, she was like an eggplant, lying on the table, her eyes blinking at the flames of the gas furnace.

Dae-chul and Nero.

“Why so troublesome?” Nero frowned.

Dae-chul sat perfectly and said softly: "Didn't you say you wanted sukiyaki yesterday? ”

“Yesterday was yesterday.” Nero complained: “You should have done it yesterday, not today... or breakfast time! Big Jeopardy, I seriously doubt you'll ever find a girlfriend again! ”

Nearly a month of getting along, it's probably a mix... and it's also clearer that Dae-chul of this character just snapped up the chopsticks and slapped a hand claw that was going to unhook the lid.

“I'm going to fight you!” Miss Nero suddenly stepped on the table and pulled out her own yarn knife.

Dae-chul glanced at Nero with no expression, slowly and slyly poured fresh eggs into the bowl, "Boss and Miss Yunight will be back at about noon... Are you sure you want to play? Exploding this place is probably not enough time to fix it again. By the way, you've blown this place up three times… and this is Miss Yunight's property. ”

Miss Nero turned away again and grabbed her hair and said painfully: "Will you not bring up this sad thing in front of me...”

The book she was punished for hasn't been copied yet - it's impossible to copy, it's never going to be copied! I can't kill him... I can't kill him now!

“Almost ready to eat.” Da Cheol opened the lid and ate it himself, ignoring it at all.

Nero's whole body softened up this time, like a caterpillar, crawled all the way from the ground to Daechul's body... the magical body mutation of the Black Soul Messenger has been grasped by her.

She said in a voice that could disgust Dae-chul, "Dae-chul Oba, you're not going to say it, are you? I know you're the best! Come on, Dae-chul Oba... people can do shameful things with you ~! ”

“You should stay and use these tricks on the boss.” Dae-chul exhaled softly and bounced the caterpillar Nero off his body.

Nero patted the dust on his body and stood up, muttering: “I'm afraid it wasn't the maid who was trying to silence me. ”

Dae-chul gave her a good look... Nero rolled back to his seat and moved his chopsticks, as if he had forgotten the fear of her boss and maid coming - or had no heart.

“When you're done eating, go and copy the punishment you didn't copy.” Dae-chul dropped the chopsticks and cautioned, “How much do you want to save yourself? ”

Nero stretched out his tongue and made a ghost face, "I can't help it, I can't even copy it anyway, it's a big double! And then I can't finish copying! Double it, I can't finish copying... how much debt I don't crush! ”

Dae-chul shook his head in a bad way, “I'll go to town later to refill the ingredients... If you don't copy the book, clean up the hygiene here again, you know Miss Yunight doesn't like dust. ”

Nero said pathetically, "Big Jeopardy, I can't do this kind of cleaning. I'll go shopping, okay? ”

Dae-chul agreed just for a moment... he really didn't feel comfortable letting Nero clean up - this guy seemed to be learning how to fight all the time except for eating before he became the Black Soul Messenger.

A dozen days ago, he did fight Nero for something small… without the sword of Zhanlu, he would not have been able to suppress the full force of Nero's outbreak.

“Well, I'm out! ”

After the wind burned a pot of sushi six sevenths of the time, Nero rushed out into a black smoke - she had been grounded for ten days since Daechul rubbed her last time on the ground and had long been bored to death.

Looking at Nero's exciting momentum, Da Cheol shook his head slightly. "That's very spiritual," said Guan. ”

But perhaps it is a good thing that Grand Philosophy thinks… He remembers the obsession with life when she herself offered to be the Messenger of the Dark Soul.

He stretched out his lazy waist, packed up what was on the table, took the broom and started cleaning... life is actually good now.

……

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[Non-human field], Magicians' Association headquarters.

The sarcophagus was placed where the tower owners gathered on weekdays… the sarcophagus's coffin had been opened and they could see the body of the secret tower owner, at which point they lay quietly in the sarcophagus.

As for Kulolololoa, the legendary hero of the werewolves, he stood silently beside the sarcophagus... where the atmosphere had always been silent.

In addition to the tower owners and the deacons of the mystery tower, there are actually listening… just not in front of the crowd.

Longxiao and Little Butterfly Demon stood behind the screen behind the seat representing the Lord's glory of the first tower... she didn't ask for it, she just arranged it.

Lord Thunder Tower is examining the body of Lord Steel Tower… Until now, he has not breathed heavily, and although he still has this sad colour in his eyes, he still whispers: “I'm afraid… we have no way of using resuscitation agents. ”

When the level of power reaches the level of the tower master, the death of the flesh does not represent a true death… There are several means by which the body can be revived as long as the spirit remains intact - the key is that the fire of the spirit cannot be extinguished.

The judgment of Lord Thunder Tower made the deacons of several secret towers look terrible... As for Mr. and Mrs. Red Flame Tower, they frowned at the same time.

The Lord of the Thunder Tower shook his head: “The Spiritual Fire of Secret Steel... is gone. ”

“How is that possible? No?” The owner of the Red Flame Tower was the most impatient. "Thunder, what do you mean, he's gone? Are you sure it's not... not extinguished? ”

“It's not there anymore.” Lord Thunder Tower said positively: “Even if extinguished, there will be residue... but I can't find any residue on the secret steel... his spiritual fire is like being dug away by a hard-on. ”

Whoo--!

The red flame tower owner's body suddenly lit up like a fire stove blown by a blower, instantly the field became hot... he even waited for a pair of eyes to stare at the legendary hero, Kulololoa.

The old werewolf chief wasn't afraid of the tower master's gaze at the moment, "Red Flame, are you doubting me? ”

The scene gradually smelled of gunpowder, as the glory of the first tower master, his face was calm at this time, gently tapping the ground with a wand... he didn't even use a hint of magic.

Kulolololoa was mute at the same time as the erythema, looking at each other and snorting at each other, but it was temporarily quiet.

Shining said slowly: "Kulololoa, say this again from the beginning… be sure to speak carefully and even include your conversation with Bailhang. ”

Kulolololoa nodded and did not intend to hide it, starting with the attack on the werewolf collar by Huang Jinglong... Everyone listened silently and their faces gradually grew more and more heavy.

Because... that place, they.

After the screen, the confused little butterfly demon suddenly stuck in Sister Long's ear and asked, “Sister Long, what is the fire of spirit they are talking about? ”

“It's actually what we in Shenzhou call the soul.” Long Xi said casually: “Although the road is different, these magicians can reach the level of what the Taoists call soul know-how by lighting the fire of spirit... Which is stronger is harder to say, can only say there is a thousand autumns each. 3,000 Avenue, just the same way. ”

Little Butterfly Demon still looks cute she doesn't know - she's never been very interested in practicing.

Jinlong of Shenzhou is also too lazy to teach this talent that has been transformed, but there is a growing tendency to turn a good hand into a lousy chest butterfly.

What she cares about at this time is what Culloroa says, and what she cares about… whether it has anything to do with Lochu.