Trafford’s Trading Club

“… that's the way it is, Officer. ”

At the entrance to the small town hospital, Mr. Smith briefly spoke to the police who came to him… this is nothing more than an indication of the height and age characteristics of the missing child.

“Rest assured, sir, the security here has been good, and you know it, the children will be fine.” The officer left soon after a little comfort.

Mr. Smith wasn't worried about Joe at the moment, but because he couldn't get out of the hospital - otherwise he was probably already driving and constantly looking for Joe in town.

He even had the fear of going back to the O.R. door at this time - if the surgery failed, it would be a pain he could not bear for the rest of his life.

Mr. Smith reached out and squeezed his nose, and in any case, he had to - right now!

“Hey...! ”

Mr. Smith heard this voice, as if calling him, and as if right behind him, he subconsciously turned around and saw a man in a white shirt with long hair —— he was wearing a white glove.

White gloves, which Mr. Smith is most impressed with, his brain is remembering this profound moment, but at the same time, a loud smashing sound, behind Mr. Smith's back - he just turned around.

It was a flowerpot that fell from upstairs - a pot that had apparently become a piece of debris, scattered all over the ground, and even Mr. Smith's shoes covered a lot of mud.

This pot should have hit him, and if someone hadn't suddenly yelled at him -- Mr. Smith couldn't help but sweat, and he wouldn't even imagine what the family would look like if his wife was in the operating room and his son Joe disappeared and he was hit by this pot.

“Listen to me, you not only saved my life, but maybe a family that's about to break. ”

Continuous blows have almost crumbled Mr. Smith's mind, and this dangerous afterthought has even made his voice dull, and he can't help but cover his eyes, “I don't know… I really don't know… I don't know what to say… You know, I had a very happy family, but…"

He finally came out crying, looking at this man who probably just happened to save his own life, "Actually, I just wanted to thank you so much... but I don't know why... it would turn out like this... I never thought I'd cry... at least at this time, I shouldn't cry, sir... so what I'm trying to say is, thank you, thank you so much! ”

The man in front of him walked up to Mr. Smith and took out the tissue and handed it to him, "I think you need this, sir. ”

“Thank you, thank you so much. ”

The emotional breakdown was just a matter of moments, and Mr. Smith recovered quickly, "I think I'm going back, and the people inside are waiting for me… at least I need to be there for them. Forgive me for not being able to thank you very much... please make sure to tell me your name and place of residence and I will thank you very much. ”

“No.” He shook his head, "Go where you're supposed to be, maybe in time. ”

He didn't even say what it was in time - but Mr. Smith seemed to be able to understand the meaning of the conversation… Mr. Smith nodded for a moment of hesitation.

Before leaving, Mr. Smith suddenly asked, "Have we met somewhere before? I always feel like I've seen you and heard your voice. ”

“No, we've never really met, sir.” He smiled.

“Name?”

“Pudding. ”

Mr. Smith nodded, and he turned around and walked into the hospital… he had a feeling that maybe he would meet this man named Prince again - and then thank him very much.

……

……

It wasn't until Mr. Smith walked into the hospital that he... Mr. Pudding sighed slowly, then turned around slowly and looked up over the night sky.

A cold light, wiped directly from Teacher Pudding's side at this time, then a deep crack was drawn behind him - but no sound was made.

Teacher Pudding reached out and touched her cheek - it had actually been cut off when the cold light had rubbed off, and the wound appeared, but the wound was not bleeding, but... grey mist.

A hint of fog rose slowly from Teacher Pudding's wound, then the wound closed slightly... Teacher Pudding never cared about the injury from the beginning to the end, and he still stared silently at the night sky, looking at where the attack was coming from.

A figure landed on the night sky with an elongated knife and a dress child on his shoulder... Nero!

“Hi again, Mr. Reaper. ”

At the moment of landing, Nero even threw Joe's body out - like a piece of garbage, next to Miss Pudding.

When Joe's body revealed its true appearance in front of Teacher Pudding because of rolling, Teacher Pulling's calm feelings finally changed a little.

His eyes even became instantly sharp.

“What a lovely look.” Nero had a happy smile on his face, "won't let you escape this time ~ Mr. Reaper. ”

Teacher Pudding measured Nero quietly for a while, "It's you again… I've warned you not to come near the Smiths. ”

“Is he boring, little brother?” Nero is blowing a very rogue whistle right now. "That's a handsome look. Last time you used that to brush my liking, I could think of letting you brush it to within 3% ~”

“What did you do to Joe?” Teacher Pudding frowned, "Why is his soul gone? ”

“What soul?” Nero made all over the place, “where? How come I didn't see it? Oba the Reaper, tell him... huh? ”

To Nero is a gray-covered figure - as if in return for the cold light of the Yan Demon Knife at first.

There was a deep wound on her arm… just still no blood spill —— it could hurt itself, and Nero had already learned some of [Mr. Reaper's] abilities as early as in that abandoned warehouse's brief encounter.

So she wasn't surprised that she was going to get hurt - she was surprised that this [Mr. Reaper] was clearly much faster than the last time... maybe just because it wasn't an animal gesture this time, but rather because it was on its own?

Nero turned around with interest and didn't even care about the wound on his arm - Teacher Pudding's eyes had a light blue flame flowing - which corresponded to it, and on his forehead, there was a slight light blue flame, and - a giant sickle.

His gaze is no longer approachable, his gaze is more like that of a [god] who looks down on all beings… However, even so, he does not possess all the characteristics of a [god].

“Finally, it's time to get real... Mr. Reaper!” Nero's gaze jumped instantly, her mouth split open, and she laughed wildly - mad laughter.

Raise the Yan Demon Knife and wave the Yan Demon Knife. The arm is like a mechanical machine that never stops. It repeats a single straight-cut motion continuously and frantically, accompanied by her laughing voice!

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!! Not enough, not enough! Faster! Mr. Reaper!! Again!! ”

Like a mad warrior with no fatigue.

At this moment, Teacher Pudding faced Nerona as if she had not raised the limit of the attack speed, but simply swayed the black sickle in a small motion - as if it were a shield when it was swinging… it was not understated, but it was always able to keep up with Nero's speed and stop her from constantly attacking.

“Fight, that's all that makes you happy?” Teacher Pudding suddenly asked, "Are you born to fight? ”

“[Mr. Reaper], I've said it a few times. Oh, you can't brush my feelings.” Nero's hand didn't even slow down, but it got crazier - even though the look on her face was adorable at this point.

Teacher Pudding suddenly stirred the sickle in her hand and then split it it... this time pushing Nero straight back - Nero was somewhat surprised by what happened to his eyes - and this [Mr. Reaper] was really able to keep surprised.

“But now, you don't need a bit of combat to exist.” Teacher Pudding shook her head, "I saw something else on you... maybe you can't call it a person now, but you've got something you only have when you're a person again, so...”

Silently, the Yan Demon Knife broke through the limits of the speed of response that Teacher Pudding could achieve, straightening over his neck - and Nero's cold gaze at the moment.

But Teacher Pudding doesn't care, “… so even if you stop fighting, you can already look for something else - what are you afraid of? ”

“Scared of boredom ~” Nero said with a grin - accompanied by this smile, she was also doing the bloodiest thing!

The blade of the Yan Demon Knife instantly grows a dense numbness of serrations - these serrations begin to spin rapidly… like an electric serrations knife, just like this, starting to saw Teacher Pudding's neck!

Fly the flesh!

But for a moment, Teacher Pudding's head was eventually sawed bloody open - his head had fallen to the ground, but his body had not fallen and he was still standing with a giant black sickle.

Nero glanced at her head - you didn't know if she was a temporary prank or cautious, she lifted her legs and kicked Teacher Pudding's head into the night sky!

Nero stretched out his lazy waist until the view could no longer be seen - but as soon as she turned around, Teacher Pudding stood behind her... unharmed.

“Hmm? I did cut you to death... is that okay with you? ”

Nero blinked curiously - she didn't even feel frightened by Miss Pudding's intact appearance, more just... interested, “so you said [Mr. Reaper] are you immortal? ”

“You, too, are not.” But there is no real immortality in the world… immortality, just because its time is not up, or conditionally wirelessly prolongs its existence. ”

Somehow, when Mr. Pudding's words had just fallen, he saw the other side of the gray-haired girl in front of him again —— or the third face.

Unlike what has been shown before, or madness or innocence... at this time she looks so serious - she has not turned into a hippie smile to hide the hideous side, nor can she still show an innocent smile when she is... Teacher Pudding feels a very pure intention to kill each other.

“[Mr. Reaper] I'm sorry.” Nero unexpectedly became polite… polite as if he had been replaced by someone else, "I'm glad you brought me pleasure, but I'm really worried about a day like this… you'll find the conditions in the so-called [conditional], thereby destroying what's already there. ”

The Yan Demon Knife suddenly changed again in Nero's hand… it blended directly into Nero's body, and then different blades popped directly from Nero's elbow, knee, and back butterfly bone.

Teacher Pudding suddenly felt an unprecedented threat - if at all before his destruction.

“Me… really happy with my life now.” Nero after fusion with the Yan Demon Knife, at this time his hands are swinging away... his arms are also directly turned into a sharp blade, "so for [people like you], I really hate it the most... the most! ”

Perhaps it's just a hallucination, but at this moment, Mr. Prince actually sees the girl with white hair with a huge screaming face, as if it were a combination of countless evil spirits.

Apart from screaming, it feels as if nothing else is hungry… Even Mr. Prince can feel its hidden loss, fear… despair very clearly.

“So this is who you really are…” Teacher Pudding muttered to himself… Faced with Nero at this moment, he took a deep breath and instantly inserted the black sickle in his hand around him, then… untied the white gloves on his hands.

As soon as his hands emerged from the gloves, a hint of grey mist slowly dissipated… causing death.

At this moment, with Teacher Pudding at the centre, the breath of death is just like this —— grass on the ground, trees next to it, little insects crawling on the ground… these things are either withering or... death!

“That's not enough.” Nero said with no expression: “Last time my knife had swallowed half of you... now that's all I've done, I'll kill you with one knife, which I developed specifically against Daejeoba. ”

Teacher Pudding naturally doesn't know who Big Jeopardy is, but instinctively feels that this is going to be another very troublesome guy.

He took a deep breath at this point, reaching out from the bag and pulling out the book that had been around him since birth - they called it the "Devil's Bible"!