Trafford’s Trading Club

As Vasco stepped into Father Stra's church again, Father Stra was hanging his colorful underwear in the yard.

This old guy's black priest robe is so colorful... Vasco suddenly dumped his head and threw away this weird mindset.

“The middleman, didn't he come?” Seeing Father Stra still hanging his underwear, it didn't mean anything to stop, and Vasco couldn't help but ask.

The church was unusually calm and nothing seemed to have happened… but Vascomine felt a fluctuation of a powerful force - a fluctuation of sanctity, obviously not that of Stra.

Speaking of which, Vasco still feels strange in his heart - Stramin is called a blasphemer by the angel who came down, but he can still use that majestic holy power.

“Split up?” Father, this is when he stopped, fell into his memory, and then revealed his sorrow, "all dead. ”

Vasco opened his mouth - he obviously didn't believe it.

“Dead?” Smile at Vascoton. "Where's the body? You can't even see one body. Did you feed it to the cat? ”

“How do you know that?” Father Stra was shocked and then angry: "Vasco, I thought you were a good brother. So you've been watching my habits? Tell me, what were you doing behind my back when you were in the training camp, taking a bath together? ”

The priest is furious and angry at this moment, even shaky, don't mention how grievous he is.

Vasco had to stare at each other dead… Now, even he can't be sure if Stra's mental state is good or bad, and what he says is true.

But Vasco would never believe that the Holy Knights of the Holy Church and the clergy would be damaged here… Neither should it be so calm.

How long has it been since he took those holy knight alternates and put them back together?

Shaking his head, Vasco had to walk directly into the church… perhaps the ecclesiastical team had not yet arrived fully, and the outbreak of the powerful holy force, perhaps the leading force of the ecclesiastical church, had only been defeated by the Strasser.

The big troops should arrive soon… Vasco thought so and therefore intends to stay and wait.

And most importantly, he counts, and at this time, within the Holy Church, he seems to be the only one left, able to speak well with Father Stra in a state of semi-psychosis.

“Hey Vasco, I have a black and white film of Sister Feng Moon that I have kept for 43 years. Would you like to come and watch?! ”

Well, even if it was him, he could barely speak... Vasco slammed the door shut and then picked up the satellite phone.

“It was me… the great team of the Church did not seem to have arrived… In short, I did not see them. ”

“This time it is the Hammare angel, it is the arrival of the three angels in the middle... there may have been a situation on the road, after all, this time it is the [inhuman realm] of the excuse... Well, you should persuade Stra to avoid colliding with Hammare as much as possible...”

“Pope, what do you want me to do if Stella becomes a blasphemer?” Vasco asked in silence.

The phone hasn't answered for a long time.

In response, the Pope simply said softly: "Do as you will… Vasco, believe in yourself, that is, in your faith. ”

“You dying old bastard, you didn't say it! ”

The angry old saint hung up the phone... Vasco took a deep breath and sat directly on the ground meditating to restore power - his sanctity had undergone a detachment since it was suppressed by the mysterious young man and had not yet fully recovered.

……

Al-Quds.

“Really, not at all. ”

In the Pope's chamber, when the private telephone was so disconnected, the elderly Pope shook his head with a slight bitter smile.

But after laughing bitterly, it was... in the great Episcopal Church, now only Vasco can do this with himself, don't you have to say a few words in taboo?

Since Stella left Shenwei prison.

The look on the old man's face grew more intense… his memories had long gone back to a distant childhood - when he was just a blind shepherd in the village, while Vasco was the son of Mav.

As for Stra, he's the landlord's silly son.

Memories are brief… After this, the colour of remembrance on the Pope's face disappears instantly, replacing it with cloudiness, confusion… and even fear.

At this time, five slap-sized angel statues were placed on the desk in front of the Pope and, without exception, the statues were in a state of decapitation at this moment.

They… should have been statues with heads - every statue, representing the condition of this coming angel.

A broken head of an angel statue also means…

“How did this happen... none of the troops on this mission were connected, and Vasco said he didn't see the presence of the big troops, but the statue...”

An ominous premonition is spreading in the heart of this old pope… For a long time the pope seemed to have made something of a decision, resolutely turning his hand around the sculpture on the chair handle.

Only a click was heard, but the wall behind his large compartment seat opened slowly… something seemed to have come out suddenly at the crack of the wall through which it opened.

After a cold breath of cool air, the Pope pressed his hands against the statue of the handle and turned back in the opposite direction.

The walls… closed again slowly.

At this time, the Pope, as if he had exhausted his strength, had been paralyzed on the chair, pale and sweaty.

Sound, if there is no sound, at this time it seems to be coming from behind the Pope...

“You will look for me... you will look for me... I know... you will look for me...”

The Pope suddenly climbed up and hastily walked out of this great chamber without turning back.

……

……

“… that's about it for today's lesson. ”

In the classroom, Teacher Pudding was packing her own curriculum as usual, but the bells didn't ring when she left the classroom - which was not in keeping with Teacher Pudding's weekday routine.

As you all know, Mr. Pudding has a habit of [speaking for a few more minutes] after class.

So, in a big room, dozens of pairs of eyes fell on Teacher Prince -- and Teacher Prince smiled a little bit -- and slowly said, "Plus, this is going to be the last lesson I'm going to teach you. ”

The classroom was filled with arguments and surprises.

Teacher Pudding pressed falsely, "For some personal reasons, I have resigned from the hospital. But you can rest assured that when I leave, the Vice Dean will temporarily take over my course. After the start of the next semester, the new teacher should take office, and your studies will not be affected if you want… or you will be able to get credit from the new teacher more easily. ”

Laughing... naturally no student can laugh.

Though difficult to earn, Mr. Prince is also as knowledgeable as these older professors, so he can be among the top 10 in the college.

Though not particularly handsome, it was exceptionally eye-resistant, the everlasting white shirt, black suits and gloves, the everlasting round eyed braids, and the harmless character of the animal attracted the welcome of a large group of bold girls in the college's carnivore department.

There's a student standing up and asking questions, and it's a girl.

But Teacher Prince apparently did not intend to ask the students questions, and after a deep bow, he took something and left the classroom quickly - several daring girls rushed out, but no sign of Teacher Prince was seen in the hallway.

……

[Butterfly].

It can be considered a frequent visitor… Apart from Claudia, who has already begun her new life, Teacher Pudding is probably the most popular visitor since [Butterfly Agency] opened its doors.

However, on previous occasions, only Mr. Lo was left in [Butterfly Agency], but this time the maid was obviously there as well.

The impression of the female student stayed a week or two ago, and Teacher Pudding said with regret, "What was your name again? ”

“Unight.” The maid smiled.

“Happy?” Teacher Pudding turned to Boss Lo and then mocked herself and said, “I've lived for more than thirty years and only now have I found myself alone. ”

Boss Lo asked casually, "When is the teacher going to leave officially? ”

“These past few days.” Teacher Pudding thought about it: “There are other things that I intend to take care of before I leave… I will probably never come back to this place again. I'm not used to staying in the same place twice... probably. ”

“So...” Boss Lo thought, "If you and I can still meet, you'll probably be somewhere else, right? ”

“Didn't you have a phone?” Teacher Pudding laughed, “I don't really use the phone, but I do have a phone number, and I will read the mail. If it were you, I'd still remember to look at the mailbox occasionally. ”

Teacher Pudding was about to come in with a note and write an e-mail account.

The maid took the initiative to pack the note and pour a cup of tea for Teacher Pudding. She also picked up one, two, three, four plates of dessert.

Pretty rich, because of that phrase [Happy?].

Boss Luo thought, “I haven't finished your fairy tale book. ”

“Give it to you. After all, I have disturbed you so many times, every time you come empty-handed...” Teacher Pudding laughed. “It shouldn't be anything of value. It's just that when I traveled, I bought it from a farmer and said it was a manuscript, but I wanted to be lied to, I wanted to sell more money. ”

“is the manuscript.” Boss Lo said coldly: “And quite valuable… to me, every page of the story is like a good one to tell in my ear. ”

Teacher Prynne shrugged, then shook her head and laughed: “I'm just a lazy guy in his thirties who's single. Doesn't brushing me like this help? ”

“I also have a little gift for you.” But Boss Lo said, "Consider it a gift for you to practice. ”

A gift box quickly arrived in front of Miss Pudding from the maid's hands... and Teacher Pudding wasn't used to opening it until she went back.

When the delicate gift box was opened, it was again a wooden jewellery box-sized box, but when it was opened, it was filled with just a handful of black dirt.

“These are…”

“The mud from the flowers on the other side.” The maid smiled slightly at the moment, "and besides being able to grow dead plants, it also has a good role in keeping her soul strong… Of course, that's just what the florist who sold our mud said, perhaps trying to trick us into selling more money. ”

Teacher Prynne was dumb at once, but put away the box before looking at Boss Lo. He said, "I like this gift... so take it. ”

“Just like it.” Boss Lo nodded.

Teacher Prince just stood up and said positively: “Although it's a short time, it's a pleasant memory, but I hope we have a chance to see each other again in the future... Oh, I'll stay two or three more days anyway, and maybe the last time I see you isn't necessarily necessary. ”

Teacher Pudding opened the door of [Butterfly Agency] and walked out of the old school building. At this time, the cup of tea he had had was still warm.

Actually, he's barely moved, and so are the snacks.

The maid said somewhat unfortunately, "What a waste… how can I do that? ”

Boss Luo nodded at the table casually, and a table snack disappeared like this. He laughed: “Give it to Zhao Le and Zhen Ming. Consider it a condolence. ”

Naturally, it was a good idea, and the maid came straight with a sweet smile.

Then the door of [Butterfly Agency] was knocked open again... and knocked on the door and walked in, Lamierce was wearing a pretty serious dress.

The professional skirt, after a long workout for the nun, revealed the length and proportionality perfectly… probably only a few buttons on the chest appear a little reluctant.

“I saw you on the new school roster.” Ramias walked in with a smile, "There were only two new students, a man and a woman, who wanted to be you... Rochu, is that your name? I just found out.”

Between walks, the woman's black heel stepped on the wooden floor, making a roaring noise... and then a delightfully colored Lamia silk, her face instantly turned hard like excessive hyaluronic acid.

Her black heel on her right foot, then she stepped into the floor and broke... broke...

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