Trafford’s Trading Club

Tai Yin finally did not go out of the pool this time, and the handover with Da Cheol went smoothly... I don't know what this product is thinking. Before leaving the main Shen Shan, it was very enthusiastic to hand over the use of [magic mirror] to Da Cheol temporarily.

At the same time, after deliberation, Dae-chul eventually told Tai-yin that if he arrived at the [Yong-night Palace] of the Transcendental Organization, after meeting a man named Musashi, he could name Dae-chul.

Too shady naturally thank you again and again... This old man actually knows how much, relying solely on the unreliable ones in his head, don't know when to squeeze out a little memory, according to the current situation, it is difficult to please the boss.

The team of the Dark Soul Messengers is slowly growing?

He Ming Ming and Zhao Le started so well and worked so hard. He was the first black soul messenger to personally transform under the boss. Where is the reason to continue to be a saltfish?

I don't know where the ambition came from. For the first time in the dimensional crevices, I stood on the desolate suspended earth of the crevices. Too shady was magically willing to do something this time.

“Dark Soul King, I'm set! ”

The desolate earth suddenly shook, only a huge shadow suddenly emerged from the earth… it was a huge monster, like a sand worm, above the circular mouthpiece were the sharp teeth of dense numbness.

A hint of sticky green saliva dripped over the head of the too shady... the too shady opened his mouth and thought for a while, then smiled coldly and waved his sleeve.

“Help -!!!! ”

I can't... run for my life.

“This guy, is there a problem...”

In the distance, on a rocky mountain, Da Cheol rubbed his chin, not to mention whether Tai Yin can successfully mix into the Super Stripper organization, depending on whether he can safely reach the [Night Palace] seems to be a problem.

Shaking his head, Dae-chul turned around and left... The boss just asked him to send (stare at) Tai Yin into the junction of the dimension, but didn't say let him help all the way, his own people wouldn't make their own claims.

Da Cheol crossed the road, it was clear that for people carrying handlebars and so on, the least favorite was that the people under his hands made their own claims... Besides, Da Cheol has allowed Tai Yin Zi to report his name in front of Musashi if he successfully arrived at the [Night Palace], which is also considered benevolent.

“Anyway... come on! ”

Following instructions from the boss, after closing the crack channel, Da Cheol settled in the main god mountain, temporarily replacing Tai Yin became the main god of Tai Yin.

Only for the servants on the Mount of the Lord, the new Lord God is completely different from the luxurious style of the previous Lord God.

“… rest yourselves, I do not need to be served. ”

The servants panicked, after all, they did not have real life in themselves... technically, it was just the NPC in [The Game of the Lord God], if it weren't for serving the Lord God on the Mount of the Lord, they wouldn't even know what to do.

Dae-chul just wanted to be alone in the mountains and thought about it. “I've seen your panels. Do you guys seem to have upgrades? If you have nothing to do, go down the hill and play weird upgrade...”

So the servants led the way, tidied up, wept down the mountain, and walked on the mainland.

“The new Lord God, should be to let us spread the glory of the Lord God on the continent! ”

“Yes, it's too shady. It's too bad! Now on the mainland, there are many new gods, and mortals have gradually forgotten the existence of the Mount of the Too Yin Lord! We are servants of God, we must not let the majesty of the Lord's Mountain go down! ”

God knows what template was used to make these servants out of the shadows?

On the day of the descent of the mountain, the chief servant of the original Divine Mountain was in charge of the self-proclaimed Pope, Taiyin Sacred Church, born quietly...

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Sub-world 003, this world… Britain.

In the streets of quiet town, Teacher Pudding carried a small bag, approaching dusk, came to the church door of the town and happened to meet Mai Lada with a broom, looking like she was innocent, cleaning the church courtyard.

Mai Lada has lived here for days… seems to have adapted to the life of the Church.

“You seem in a good mood today.” Teacher Pudding greeted Mai Lada in the courtyard across the railing and then shook her head with a lift of the bag in her hand, smiling: “A consolation. ”

Mai Lada snorted, but there was an impulse in his mind to beat this guy up... he was in a good mood for ghosts!

For several days, he had to live in the church, because of his incapacity, he had no way of dealing with the mortals in the world who could use modern weapons and, once he left the church, he was afraid of being arrested by the police.

Of course not because of the free meals and lodging in the church… How can the descendants of the Don Sos, the great god of war, Ares, fall back because of this little grace?

“Just baked the furnace out of praise.” Teacher Pudding continued.

Mai Lada swallowed his saliva uncontroversially... he was powerless now, but his daily consumption was still staggering, and the free meal provided by the church was simply not enough, but he could not help but ask the church priest if he could give him more food.

“No one asked you to comfort me.” Mai Lada snorted, “one more move! ”

Teacher Pudding laughed and took two steps back, then threw the bag in her hand into the courtyard and waved: "Come on, you look really handsome working hard. ”

Mai Lada had a slight twitch in the corner of his eyes, and eventually Teacher Pudding went away, sighing, silently picking up the consolation, sitting under a tree, silently chewing it up.

“Great Dark Lord, when will your most faithful followers be able to...”

He sighed heavily and took the crystal from his arms from the Dark Lord God… This crystal, apart from having reacted on the first day, did not show any movement, which compelled Mai Lada to ponder whether [Pluto] had left the town.

“If you can contact your fellow countrymen in [the non-human realm] …" Mai Lada thought while chewing bread.

Today, he is blocked from power by the mighty old magician [Uncle Pike] among mankind, many inconveniences, obstructed movement, for the sake of today, the only way to ask for the support of the Divine Nation.

But now he suffers from the lack of half-point capability. It is impossible to activate private [coordinates] and open [inhuman domain] communication...

“Lada, Lada, are you there? Can you come and get me something? ”

Suddenly came the voice of the old priest… Mai Lada hummed softly, pretending not to hear the same.

“Lada? Are you there? I'm preparing dinner. I have guests coming at night. I can't free now... radar? ”

“I... I'm on my way!” Mai Lada sighed… but couldn't help but keep an eye on her, Guest? Apart from worship, this church rarely comes… even those who enter the church to confess.

Mai Lada had to throw up the folk wind in this town... the humans in this shitty place seem naturally very friendly... friendly makes Mai Lada feel unreal.

Between people, like family… Although small towns know each other, this degree of harmony still makes Mai Lada feel unreal.

Although he also initially encountered a few young people in small towns who were provoking him by flushing them, it seemed that they were the only ones.

This place is so peaceful... shake your head, Mai Lada is about to move out to help the priest move things, but she senses something sharply.

A gaze… outside the railing outside the church courtyard, an unusual gaze came in!

Though a force has been sealed off, some of Mai Lada's powerful tactiles remain… He secretly adjusts his breath and turns around suddenly.

“Oh? What a sharp feeling. ”

Mai Lada frowned at the same time, only outside the courtyard railing, not knowing when he stood a tall figure... really tall, stronger than the man with Ares blood, the god of war!

Not only that, the other person is actually an old man… the grey white scum is quite eye-catching, and the face is even more wrinkled - but what is this strong body?

“Are you a student of Stella's?” An old man with a big body suddenly asks curiously, "When did Stra take in a student... but you look pretty good. ”

Stra... the name of the Church priest —— so this tall old man is probably Father Stra's guest for the evening?

Mai Lada frowned, naturally not a student of Father Stra, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer his identity, so he turned around after a glance.

The old man outside the railing shook his head and smiled softly: “It's quite a character, I just don't know how good it is. ”

Probably from the belligerent nature of the bloodline, Mai Lada finds it hard to ignore his attitude towards this kind of provocation… He shook his fist and his eyes became sharp.

"Your eyes tell me your hands are unclean… I'm curious how Stra let you live in God's place. ”

Mai Lada sneered and stuffed the last sip of praise into the mouth, carrying the broom to the railing.

“Lada! There you are!” But at this point, the voice of Father Stra came from behind... only to see him with a spoon of stir-fried vegetables in his hand, wearing an apron, "Has everything been moved? ”

Mai Lada took a deep breath and looked back at Father Stra... Father blinked in confusion, and Mai Lada said softly: "Now go. ”

Mai Rada left the courtyard silently, while Father Stra shook his head and looked worried, while the haunted old man had entered the courtyard - jumping in.

Father Stella was not very polite and said: “I remember the front door of the church was never locked. ”

The old man shrugged: "You know I don't like walking under his eyes. ”

Vasco… Father Stra's brain flashed with the name of the old man and the origin of the old man.

One of the members of the Anglican Order of the Holy Church, the ninety-six year old, who is still not retired and whose powerful flesh has made the young knights perspire, still maintains the status of a high-end fighter of the Holy Church.

“Who the hell is this guy?” The old man... Vasco suddenly asks: “I smell the blood on his hands. ”

Father Stra did not care: "No one's hands are clean, this is the Church, which opens its doors to them whenever needed. Lada is a friend of mine who has asked to be temporarily placed here... this guy has a grumpy temper but should be good in nature. But it's you, coming all the way from the sanctuary to this poor country, can't say it's because of tourism? ”

“How come there's still an old friend here?” Vasco laughed, "The Holy Land is young now, I want to find someone who has nothing to talk about and is bored, so I came out to visit an old friend... you're not welcome? ”

I believe in you, you ghost.

Father Stra looked at each other with no expression.

Vasco smiled, suddenly positively: "Recently, a lot has happened in the Holy Church. ”

His words were not finished, and Father Stra shook his head directly: “I am only a retired veteran of the second line. I am now too busy taking care of this little church every day. I have no feelings about the big characters. ”

Vasco was not angry, as if he had known the other party's attitude for a long time.

Father Stra shook his head: "Glad you came to visit me, old friend Vasco, so I prepared dinner myself tonight... hope we have a nice and relaxing party. Oh... Oops, the grilled fish is about to burn! ”

Stella turned around hastily.

Vasco said coldly at this point: "About six months ago, the sacred relics guarded by the monastery of Pejols were looted, and none of the monks in the monastery survived. Almost a month after it happened, it happened in the Episcopal Church… because the guy who robbed the sacred relics forged the border and created all the normal visions of the monastery. ”

Stella's subconscious stops.

“Stra, you should know what the loss of the sacred relics means to the Holy Church. Vasco said slowly at this point:" Through the investigation, the Episcopal Church's investigation team finally determined who was responsible for the looting of the sacred relics and the slaughter of the monastery. ”

“Who is it?” Father Stra eventually turned around.

“Black cult.” Vasco said slowly.

Father Stra was silent and shook his head for a while and said: "The fish is still burnt. ”