Trafford’s Trading Club

On the left, or on the right, at a moment when Her Royal Highness is not yet entering the door, this promise remains unknown.

“Which side do you think she would choose? ”

The mysterious young girl asked again, as if she had forgotten what Boss Lo had said she would not guess… this time, she did not hear Lo Qiu's voice, and the mysterious young girl looked back consciously.

She finds that the neighboring Rocchu has disappeared at this time, may have left, may still be there, but she has not been allowed to see it again… The young girl blinks her eyes, she is reproduced through the very foundation of the Goddess of Justice, and she has some memories of the Goddess of Justice - which are not many memories.

I'm afraid the Goddess of Justice knows that things about the store are also extremely limited, let alone her counterfeit.

The mysterious young lady Nunu's mouth looked again at Her Highness the princess at this time has walked towards the door on the left - indeed, on the left, although only slightly offset, the young lady can feel the footsteps of Her Highness.

Even, perhaps, Her Royal Highness's gaze has fallen on the door to the left at this time.

The door on the left represents freedom, newborn - the door on the right is the opportunity to become a [container], a bridge that crosses the divide between the gods of man… although this bridge may also break.

The mysterious young girl was not disappointed, but watched silently, waiting quietly for the last moment to come.

Finally, Her Royal Highness stopped, right in front of the door on the left... she was not one step away, no, she was only half a step away from the door on the left.

This, too, was the choice Shegatu hoped she would make before she went underground and met the mysterious girl.

Her Royal Highness reached out her hand slowly but touched the light on the left door… she could almost touch the glow of freedom - so close to her fingertips.

But it's just so close.

Her Royal Highness took a deep breath at this time and suddenly lowered her laugh and said to herself: “This is, I suppose, the breath of freedom once breathed. ”

Say it, in the surprise and complexity of the young girl, Her Royal Highness turned resolutely to the door on the right… This time the pace did not accelerate intentionally, nor did it delay intentionally, just consistently.

“Think about what happens when you fail.” The mysterious young girl suddenly said at this moment: "It is also possible to extinguish ash and smoke. ”

“Isn't that why you created me and nurtured me?” Her Royal Highness glanced at the mysterious girl, “I was just as you wish… as the princess of the kingdom. ”

Girl opens her mouth, seemingly trying to say something, but in the end it just turns out to be a cloudy breath and spits out slowly… Then, "I hope you succeed. ”

Her Royal Highness nodded her head and took her steps towards the door to the right with no expression.

Just at this time… a huge sound came from above, then the place on top collapsed rapidly, and a huge flying curtain swept out of that collapsed hole.

“How about this game, plus one person? ”

Mr. Otto's voice.

……

When the rubble falls and falls next to the mysterious girl, it is automatically bounced off by something - outside her body surface, there seems to be this layer of invisibility.

She frowned, looked up, looked up.

The mantle rose a lap more than before… the reason it grew was probably to be able to carry more people.

It's not just Otto, it's even Ibn, it's little maid Arlene, it's also Arman Lana and the red goddess of lights... and even Pharaoh of the eagle head and Shegatu of the jackal head.

Suddenly, Mr. Otto lifted Pharaoh and Shejatu one by one, and then threw them directly off the curtain... and threw them next to the coffin.

At this scene, Arman Lanaton's eyes were like a flame, grabbed Mr. Otto's collar... but after all, she was not Otto's opponent of today's monarch, and she was caught in the opposite hand, and then thrown from the top of the curtain together - before those two doors.

At this point, Mr. Otto shrugged his shoulders and didn't even want to jump - he didn't want to compete with this little waitress because he treated his highness so harshly, the little maid instantly blew her hair, and she looked so threatened in a golden armor.

“Bastard!” The little girl suddenly screamed.

Arlene's golden armor he has worn before... naturally knows how powerful this set of golden armor is - this game can actually use a small part of the divine power of the lamp god, but this little girl doesn't know how to use it and can only simply increase her strength.

Arman Lana landed, rolled over, but came to Her Royal Highness... the two of them finally wanted to see each other, looking at each other.

Amanrana rose up in a flash and, although she appeared to be an unusual wolf, the colour of her severe brutality was not diminished… Her Royal Highness likewise.

“You're not dead.” Her Royal Highness took a look at Arman Lana, "I don't think my gun misfired. ”

Arman Lana grinned.

It's a strange feeling - you're facing yourself… and not your other side, but your own self.

Whether they are memories, thoughts, or even personalities, their experiences are consistent.

Arman Lana said that if she were to change her mind, she would have fired that shot too - so she couldn't say much hatred about Her Royal Highness, much less ask why... because she knew why herself.

“Well, here comes the problem.” Arman Lana takes a deep breath right now, "and you have me, who the hell is Claudia? ”

“What do you think?” Her Royal Highness shook her head: “We are all toys of Shegatu, Claudia, Arman Lana, both identities, probably already in so many twists and turns, completely confused. Maybe only Shegatu himself knows, maybe even he can't tell right now... I feel like I am, and you feel the same way, don't you? ”

“So we can only have one.” Arman Lana exhaled deeply and looked at Her Royal Highness standing in front of the right door and frowned: “What does the right door stand for? ”

“[Container] Possibility.” Her Royal Highness did not hide it.

“Left?” Yamanlana asked directly.

Her Royal Highness still does not hide: "Freedom. ”

“Your final choice is to the right.” Arman Lana silenced for a moment.

Her Royal Highness said softly: “You will do the same… we, only one, can go in. ”

Almost at the same moment, Her Royal Highness pulled out her pistol at the same time as Arman Lana —— motion, timing, even with a straight head, posture, before the mirror between them.

Duel.

“Two lords... two lords?” The little maid had completely mixed up the scene in front of her, and her head was about to faint, eventually turning to the red god of lights around her innocently.

The red light god was like a cat trampled on the tail at the moment, and suddenly his hair was raised: "Boo! Double happiness? No way!! They're all princesses anyway. Anyone dies and lives the same! A wish for two jobs. Beautiful! ”

“Then I make another wish…” said the little maid in a subdued manner.

The red light suddenly had a huge headache, then the light flashed: “This simple, the fake one will turn into sand, I killed them both, the one that turned into sand is fake! ”

The little maid stopped working and kicked the red light god hard. "Really, Your Highness will die, too! ”

“Idiot woman! Who is this god of lights? You can be resurrected if you die!” The red lamp hummed - and my heart whispered: "It won't be long before I die.

“This... this...” the little waitress hesitated to get up.

“You better not have that idea.” The mysterious young lady suddenly opens her mouth and then looks at the red god of lights with interest, "Weird? And it's still so powerful, so rare... Hey, can you tell me who made you? ”

“Another woman?” The red lamp god appeared this time, and the woman I met was more troublesome than one, already bored, and I was impatiently angry: “Shut up! What I hate most in my life is women!! ”

“A strange neighborhood...” The mysterious young girl's mouth flashed slightly, “Forget that, angry people can't help it, but you? ”

A horrible breath instantly descends into this tomb - a breath that has gone beyond what mortals can sense… Most intuitively, Ibn and the little maid have no feelings whatsoever.

Mr. Otto frowned and had a faint sense of fright, although he was fearless.

But the red lamp god is different, and at the moment when the breath comes, it has only one idea: it wants to drill into its own lamp in the first place and hide!

The breath released by this mysterious teenager makes it more intimidating and more reminiscent of something extremely bad - hidden in the lamp, limiting the power of its rules.

“God... divinity! You…” The red light god can't help but scream: “What are you?! ”

Even Pharaoh, the kingdom capable of deification into the image of [Horus], or Shekatu, deified into the image of [Sete], is merely deification into the appearance of a god, with a little extraordinary power, but does not see the appearance of deity.

That's why the red light god didn't hesitate, saying that he dared to cross the sea mouth and burst with a hammer.

But this mysterious girl is different...

“Me?” the mysterious girl blinked and smiled. "Didn't you see I was such a cute girl... even though I'm still their mother part-time! ”

“I... am not afraid of you... this lamp is not afraid of you!” The red light god continues to scream at this moment: “You are only divine, your power is weak, I, I, I, I am not afraid of you... don't... don't come! ”

It suddenly drifted behind little waitress Arlene, with her hands on her shoulders and her head half-concealed - the dignity of the goddess of lights was thrown out again in front of man.

Mr. Otto shook his head and ignored -- don't look at the red lamp. The god is powerful, but he knows that the god already touched the rules of the god lamp, but he knows that the god is actually... very good at it.

There are so many limitations to it that, in the words of modern people, this lamp god is actually a tool man.

Otto doesn't know who the creator of the lamp is, but he can't help but speculate that the creator of the lamp was not just to make a more convenient mess at first.

- "Oh, lamp god, I want water. ”

- “All right, great master! As you wish! ”

So...

He threw the point aside and looked at the mysterious girl and asked, “Why don't you distinguish them... theoretically, [the container] just needs one. Since both are eligible [containers], then the surviving one is naturally better and the winner is stronger. ”

The mysterious young girl glanced at Otto slightly and didn't see any movement. It was just a simple look. Mr. Otto flied out of the ground and hit the wall hard, spitting blood directly.

“You have a little extraordinary energy.” The mysterious girl frowned: “Very weak, but seemingly promising, but it's just a promising future, waiting for it to grow strong enough one day to be able to speak to you, now... you stay quiet. ”

Mr. Otto slipped off the wall, wolfingly climbed up and wiped the blood off his mouth… silently stood silently aside, but his eyes were constantly measuring back and forth at the scene.

He admits what this young girl said... The qi in his body is really powerful, but it's just what he can learn, not even the fur, when used by people claiming to be scumbags.

Boom, boom, boom--!!

At this point, loud gunshots appeared in succession.

Ignoring the collision between this young girl and the goddess of lights and even Otto, Her Royal Highness and Arman Lana in front of the door eventually acted as if they were trying to kill each other.

It's just that they have the same memories, the same skills, the same thinking... every move, no thought, they can easily think... of avoiding each other's shooting directions ahead of time.

Defense is like rehearsing countless times… no one can do anything about it.

At last, the bullets were exhausted and they dropped their pistols in their hands instead of fighting empty-handed - but at this point, Arman Lana's fist collided with that of Her Royal Highness, and Her Royal Highness's fist was pressed down directly.

On strength - or physically, Arman Lana instantly took the upper hand!

It was only a moment, but also a mistake by Her Royal Highness... a physical deficiency that caused her to be completely knocked down by Arman Lana, strangling her throat.

Her Royal Highness, furious and angry, grabbed Arman Lana dead and strangled her hands, revealing her painful face.

“Now it's split...” Yamanlana looked down at her and said softly.

Her Majesty's pupils contracted... at this moment, Arman Lana pulled Her Highness straight, her great strength pulled Her Highness straight up, and then threw it out towards the door on the left!

Her Royal Highness was thrown into the door on the left.

Meanwhile, Amanrana looked back at the crowd in the tomb room, leaping backwards and into the door on the right.

……

The mysterious girl probably didn't think it would turn out like this, frowned, didn't know what to think.

Mr. Otto sat slowly against the wall at this time, covering his chest… he was badly injured. He mocked and muttered: “If it is Claudia, who is naturally unable to fight a true princess through a hundred wars, the shooting is inevitable… If it is a princess, nature will suffocate danger at the beginning… how can this shooting be done? ”

The girl suddenly looked at Mr. Otto.

Otto just looked up at her eyes and laughed: "So... they're both real, aren't they some kind of split face? ”

“Sometimes it's too smart… not good.” The mysterious teenage girl softened her breath, but her hair couldn't float automatically...

She also floated along.