Trafford’s Trading Club

The bus in front eventually stopped and the driver rushed out of the car, but when he arrived in a hurry, he didn't see the boy he almost ran into.

The driver grabbed his head after watching it again, left, right, and left, and left it fruitless. Maybe he was too tired for a false alarm or something... Otherwise, how could a few years old disappear so quickly?

When he was relieved, he hurried back to the bus and drove away.

Of course, a few years old can't leave so quickly, but if the child is next to a Dark Soul Messenger, then naturally it's different.

It was also under the park tree where we met - it was actually very close to Mr. Smith's restaurant... but Nero didn't realize that at this point in time there were two guys in Mr. Smith's restaurant who could dominate her.

She sat on the branches, trailing her legs, looking at Joe under the tree, next to the trunk, “... so you kept running? ”

Joe looked up and said, "Sister, is Mr. Reaper really going to take me? ”

Nero caught the branches on his feet and hung them upside down, looking at the child squinting his eyes and smiling: “I'm more interested in what sin you've done than this. ”

I guess I don't really understand this kind of problem Joe just blinked... this big sister started pulling his cheek again and this time with both hands - he always felt like he was being pulled off like this and would definitely turn into a big face in the future!

“Do you know what you don't want to be taken away from?” Nero suddenly asked.

Joe shook his head in confusion.

Nero laughed badly: "That's before they take you, let's take each other in one wave. ”

Joe scratches his head... does this mean defeating Mr. Death first? Even though he still didn't understand it, he subconsciously asked, "How do we take it away? ”

Nero fell off the branches at this time, and he looked pretty patient, "Kid, you know what fishing is for? ”

Joe thought, “Fishing rod! ”

Actually, this answer does not have any questions.

“Bait! Idiot!” She turned her arm into an inflatable hammer, knocked on Joe's head, and then pointed at herself: “I'm a fisherman, and then you're a bait! ”

“Fishing bait?” Joe opened his big eyes.

“That's right, bait!” Nero smiled with his waist at this moment: “If you want to be a bait, you have to look like a bait... emmm, look at me! ”

She smiled and walked towards Joe, her hands raised, and her ten fingers bounced constantly —— she didn't look like she was doing her job at all, but like a big girl in a prank.

Joe doesn't know how to describe his feelings at this time, but he just sticks to the trunk behind him.

Perhaps he's still too little, and he doesn't have enough vocabulary - he tries to find something similar in the vocabulary he knows: [fear] … qualification.

……

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Smith's restaurant door was pushed open again by visiting diners - really shortly thereafter, perhaps less than 10 minutes after Mr. Lo and the maid ordered.

Walking in was a man with simple, long hair, white shirts, and gloves in his hands, Teacher Pudding of the seminary.

After entering the door, the seminary teacher looked around and found the freshman he had seen in the afternoon at a card holder close to the window… He seemed hesitant and eventually took the first steps toward the window position before thinking about making a decision.

“Good to see you again.” Teacher Pudding said hello first.

Boss Luo stood up and fastened his coat with a button, smiling: "Yes, Mr. Pudding, it's good to see you again... looks like Mr. Pudding is going to eat here too? ”

“Perhaps I should make my own dinner.” Teacher Pudding laughed, “but I think I'm really a lazy person. ”

Boss Luo casually said: “People are all looking for the same food… if we happen to meet, why don't we enjoy this dinner together? ”

Teacher Pudding didn't refuse - the invitation was impeccable, or she seemed to have difficulty rejecting it.

The waiter quickly came and added a seat and quickly recommended several dishes to the teacher - he didn't have much to be picky about, everything was pretty quick.

Instead of service effectiveness rate, let alone this Pudding teacher is better at managing time... he is curious at this point to measure the women around Rocho and easily think of the basics of everything that describes beauty: beauty.

He actually has some time to teach at the seminary. He meets students from different places, not only noble celebrities, but also intelligent people, basically every student has his own strong personality.

This girl named Yu Night belongs to the type of strong personality - and one of the most intense personalities Teacher Pudding has ever encountered.

Likewise, he felt that Lochu's personality was almost non-existent... it was a strange feeling that people without personality were generally not strong enough to make an unforgettable impression - but he knew that the young man in front of him was absolutely unforgettable… if you had spoken to him briefly.

“... Really? I didn't expect to meet two freshmen from the seminary in a day.” Teacher Pudding seemed quite happy - after learning that the maid was also a freshman and a theological subject, curiosity about young men and women seemed to have reached an incredible level in an instant.

The common man sees them as just the common man, and what he sees is the mystery of… everywhere.

“However, there is little interest in theology.” Teacher Pudding sort out her thoughts a little bit, "which is why you like the subject. ”

He did not even ask about the relationship between men and women in front of him, which was abrupt, but it was clearly more polite to judge by observation and listening.

“My words...” Boss Lo thought, "Well, it's probably when business might use this knowledge in the future, um... sort of to get to know something like home management, like this. ”

What business management requires theological knowledge… you are the Pope's own son - despite such strange thoughts, Mr. Pudding quickly thought of several related industries.

Publishers of religious books, church renovations, all kinds of clothing and accessories - so to speak - are automatically classified as such.

Teacher Pudding nodded, expressing understanding, and then turned to another freshman - a beautiful woman indeed… curiously, she seemed to fail to attract the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

“My words…” The maid glanced quietly at the master around her, then smiled slightly: “I guess I want to see how modern people have grown up with disciplines such as theology. ”

Teacher Pudding shrugged, if he heard correctly, this young girl just used... [Grow up]?

Perhaps it was just a mistake to hear herself, or perhaps a small mistake in the conversion between local language grammars… Teacher Pudding nodded and silently summarized the maid's reasons as: she was interested in theology.

“For whatever reason.” Teacher Ping is approachable and humane: “We all hope that you will truly enjoy this subject in your future studies. ”

The maid asked coldly, "Mr. Prince, do you like theology? ”

She didn't call Miss Pudding… In the eyes of the maid, there is only one maid who can call her teacher today - the one who fell asleep as Lancelot.

Teacher Pudding didn't pay attention to the little details of the name either… There was actually nothing wrong with calling Mr. Pudding, and he thought, “Rather than liking it, for example, it's like being with me. ”

“Oh, that's interesting.” Boss Luo asked curiously, "You can elaborate, if you don't mind. ”

“That's nothing.” Teacher Pudding shook her head slightly, "I was an abandoned orphan as a child. My parents put me in front of the church door. Later, the priest of the church found me...”

Saying, this Pudding teacher took an old black sealed paper from her shoulder bag… it seemed to be a scripture.

The maid looked casually and seemed to think of something.

I saw Teacher Pudding gently rubbing her palms on the envelope with white gloves at this time, "the priest who later adopted me told me that it was next to me. He said maybe my parents were my last guardian. ”

“Teacher Pudding, can I see it?” Lochu's gaze was slightly bright at this moment, and his gaze almost fell on this dilapidated translation.

This look made Teacher Pudding feel an indescribably aggressive nature… but the young man in front of him was reasonably a very faint character in this brief contact.

“Sorry, this request may not be accepted.” Teacher Pudding shook her head and quickly put this scripture in her bag, "Not that I was stingy, but that I promised someone else that I wouldn't give it to anybody to watch. ”

“Oh?” Boss Lo didn't look disappointed or anything, just looking at Teacher Pudding funny, “Is there anything special about this book? ”

Teacher Pudding suddenly took it seriously: “Because this is a magical book with the power of Satan on it, we can easily be confused by the power of the devil... just kidding. ”

Serious faces suddenly become approachable, as if it were just a little prank that even children couldn't be frightened of, "I'm sorry, it's the only relic my parents gave me, and I want to protect it better, if I can. ”

“It doesn't matter." Boss Lo apologized, "I think it was a sudden relationship of my request… a personal hobby that would be more interested in old objects. ”

"This sounds like a collector's tone," said Teacher Pudding. "I think you should study history, or maybe it would be more appropriate to do some appraisal work. ”

The owner smiled silently - just when the waiter had served the starter and brought the aperitif.

Teacher Pudding then began to say some things to watch out for on campus... no one ever mentioned that old scripture in Mr. Pudding's bag.

The main course was just finished and the dessert hasn't been served yet, so Teacher Pudding said something important was going to leave... Mr. Lo naturally didn't save it - anyway, tomorrow he officially listens to the class on the first day, and there seems to be a lesson for this Teacher Pudding.

“See you tomorrow. ”

“See you tomorrow. ”

As the teacher Pudding opened the door and left the restaurant, the maid suddenly whispered in Boss Lo's ear, “Master, do you know the Devil's Bible?" ”

Though not intentional, her breath of nausea as she spoke inevitably wrapped around his ear... when Rochu turned his head, there was only a little distance between him and her.

Like a kiss without a kiss.

This feeling is wonderful, so he doesn't intend to widen the distance between the two sides at this time, but rather immerse herself in her blue eyes, "I want to hear you tell me... Miss Yunight. ”

This pair of inexistent lovers, in a crowded restaurant, seemed to separate the world.

The sound of eating and talking will automatically disappear when the guests arrive, making the card holder by this window seem so quiet... the world seems to have turned into a background between him and her and has been falsified into the past.

“Legend has it that this is an overnight transcript of a book…” The maid whispered: "It is a monk who was executed for breaking the law, but in order to escape punishment he promised to spend the night transcribing a book containing all human knowledge. But then he found out that his power alone was simply impossible to write down, master, and guess what the monk did later. ”

If it was the former maid, she wouldn't have interrupted and asked in a playful tone... Boss Luo grabbed the maid's finger while playing funny: “Have you given your soul to the devil? ”

“Speaking of this demon is Satan, but some people think it's something else.” The maid's eyes began to move more and more, she said softly: “The monk finally succeeded in copying… after selling her soul, she was helped by the devil. ”

“Nero should need this demon.” Mr. Lo suddenly laughed softly.

“Yeah, the kid's had a little bit of a relaxation these past two days.” The maid casually said, "It doesn't look like Unight is tough enough either. ”

Boss Luo secretly thought of Nero for a few seconds... and then turned the subject around, "So... is this the [Devil's Bible] in Teacher Pudding's hand? I haven't bought the information yet, I simply feel something. ”

“The original should have been hidden, as for this one… it needs a closer look to be sure.” The maid smiled, “There should be plenty of opportunities, after all, to see each other more often. ”