Trafford’s Trading Club

As with all the elements that keep secrets in a secret place, Miss Gong Lina's chauffeur, Mr. Zamas, can feel the mystery of the place after entering the secret passage.

A naturally lit white candle on the wall, a neatly arranged Batman statue on either side of the aisle wall… what is a Batman statue, is a guy who is as tall as a person, with wings together, in a semi-squat position.

This row goes on without knowing exactly how much.

And that cold, chilly breeze... as Miss Gong Lina's driver, Zamas himself was a vampire, but the strangeness here surprised him a little.

He held the [Live Map] and kept moving forward and expanding the road ahead through the map - and because of the existence of the [Live Map], Zamas could judge whether the road ahead was dangerous or not.

At least it doesn't look like it right now… but the map seems to be expanding slowly.

Previously, for the expansion of an unknown area, it was probably his position on the map close to the length of one finger… but now it seems that there are only two knuckles left.

Even Zamas intuition, this extended distance, is shrinking a little bit, seemingly with some mysterious power, resisting the expansion of [living map].

Fortunately, from the situation on the [living map], it appears that the people in the ballroom have still not left, which means that his actions have not yet been discovered. It appears that Miss Gong Lina has been dragging Mr. Wali and others well to create more time for herself.

Do something for the young lady and don't let her down... Zamas.

He prayed silently in his heart.

At this point, the expansion of the [Live Map] suddenly stopped - the map stopped completely before it reached a metal door in the direction of his walk.

When Zamas truly walked before this metal door with doubt in his mind, the expansion of the map did not continue, as if this metal door were already the end of the map.

But how can there be an end?

Zamas stared at this metal door… it was not closed, but rather revealed a slight crack, in a disguised state and even slight light coming out of it.

This strange situation made Zamas nervous... he took a little divine, then pulled out the knife in his waist, then slipped the blade into the crack and slowly broke open the door of the metal door.

Why me again?

Mr. Knife is thinking about this, and he feels that he is being greatly insulted… It is a sharp knife that has harvested countless lives and stained hundreds of people's blood, and it should have a more decent purpose.

“Enough...! ”

The sound, chilling, shocked Zamas suddenly, even with one hair up and the feeling of numbness spreading across his body.

He stopped and gauged around nervously, lowering his voice and saying, “Who is it?! Who's talking? ”

“It's me! Open your eyes and see what's in your hand?!” The sound sounded again.

“It's you!” Zamas couldn't help but lift up some of the [living map] in his hand. "You're talking… Surely, it's not easy to have a magical map, what are you… a sealed soul in the map? ”

Knife... Mr. Knife is not angry, not angry, not really angry.

It's a sharp knife, Emotion!

It broke out of Zamas' palm and slipped right into the door seam of the metal door, leaving a business like this: "I hate you! ”

Mr. Chef's heart was frightened at the moment... he even opened his mouth, what did he see, the knife he picked up from the ground, alive... is he alive?

Zamas couldn't help but strike a spiritual at this point, seeing that the knife had slipped into the metal door, instinctively reached for a push, and just pushed the door half way open, "Wait! ”

He said so and stepped into the space behind the metal door… Meanwhile, those half-squat Batman statues lined up neatly on both sides of the secret lane wall… their eyes suddenly opened.

Only on the [Live Map], the word "dangerous” appeared.

But Mr. Chef had no time to look at this [living map] change - because he had successfully pushed the door in, at a time when something was attracting his eyes.

It's a beauty he can't forget after a glance... as if it's deeply imprinted in his soul... an amazing face.

Deeply attracted to him everything, even made him completely oblivious to everything around him… Zamas fainted and walked one step at a time towards this thing that attracted all his eyes, all his consciousness.

“Miss... Miss... is that you...”

He was whispering.

Meanwhile, Mr. Vegetable Knife, who stands alone, is also on his side - his eyes are on both sides of the blade and he needs to be on his side in order to see what lies ahead.

“Oh, my God, what is this--! Me, me, me, me, I'm a sharp knife! Emotion! You scared me, you didn't scare me! ”

Squeak-- bang.

The metal door suddenly closed.

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……

I don't know if that junk knife is doing any good.

Nan Xiaonan is silently calculating time… but this time calculation does not know if it is useful because she does not know if the time inside the board is synchronized with the time outside.

Even before entering the board, it was a question of whether the instructions she had secretly drawn had been properly passed on to the knife.

There's so much she's not sure about… then the unreliable Leisa butler keeps making Nan feel tired.

“Sir, you've gone wrong... we're going to [Roaring Forest], not [Nightmare Swamp]! ”

“Oh? Didn't we go to [Nightmare Swamp]? Are you questioning my memory? ”

I am not just questioning your memory, I simply don't believe that your memory is good... look at the direction of your progress and the angle of the slate light constantly expanding, Nan Xiaonan really feel tired.

Perhaps the owner of the stall is not the housekeeper, but the other owners, and the situation would be much better... For example, if we could stall Mr. Onero like this, would she have been beautified by now?

“Hey, did something just float by? ”

Nan Xiaonan couldn't help but look up subconsciously at this moment, she just seemed to see a dark shadow, skipped directly from her head, very fast... but obviously, he couldn't give an answer to the question for the housekeeper who couldn't see the inside of the board.

This makes Nan feel very uneasy.

But at this point, Mr. Butler once again drove her as an accessory to move - apparently thinking about the direction of this mysterious shadow.

No, if this man lets this unrecorded guy command, sooner or later he doesn't even know how to die - Nan Xiaonan's heart can't help but become anxious.

She tried to push her legs hard to resist the force that kept pushing her forward behind her as she entered the chessboard space from the beginning.

Nan Xiaonan had resisted at first, but found it useless. It's like a grownup pushing a child behind his back hard to walk… After several fruitless struggles, Nan Xiaonan has long given up, and once this thrust slowly appeared, she began to move forward on her own initiative.

But this time it seemed different... she actually stopped and didn't act like a Lysa butler!

“How could this...”

She couldn't help but wonder... Nan Xiaonan stayed for a moment and found herself not moving on!

Nan Xiaonan even tried to move in the opposite direction while being very confused!

She did it!

Instead of acting in the opposite direction, instead of letting that thrust appear, it even succeeded... No, thrust actually appeared, but it just appeared, it was offset by something, so that she could no longer be restricted by movement!

Nan ran out of breath - she finally stopped and couldn't move on until the grid of action points ran out.

“Is this the relationship between this... tablet? ”

She subconsciously lifted the tablet in her hand and watched carefully... her intuition was that she was able to rely on her will to move freely for a limited amount of time because she had acquired this tablet relationship?

“Did I just ask you to move in this direction? ”

Meanwhile, Mr. Butler's voice sounded again in Nam's ear.

She didn't even want to say, "Yes, sir, you asked me to move in this direction… You see, inside the board, I can only act on your instructions, but how can I move in another direction? Sir, have you forgotten? ”

“No, I'm fine… it's this way, it's all right. ”

Seeing this butler stop talking, Nam Xiaonan couldn't help but relieve herself... she was actually a little scared that the butler discovered her disobedience to instructions... would this have violated the usual rules of chessboard games, thus attracting the attention of Mr. Wally, the owner of the ancient castle.

But it seems to be precisely because of the [good memory] relationship of this Leisa butler...

Looks like I'm in luck this time?

……

……

Indeed, as Nan Xiaonan thought, her card moves toward the [Roaring Forest] position as it does at this time.

“Oh, Lysa, are you going to make this fun too?” The owner of the castle looked directly at his butler at the moment and looked rather surprised and confused.

At this time, Mr. Butler looked at the function card in his hand, looked at the position of his followers on the chessboard, revealed a serious thought, and finally, in front of the fact that he could not change, he nodded slowly: “Here's the situation. ”

What kind of answer is that?

Mr. Wally shook his head and said softly: "Do whatever you want… rarely have you been so proactive, I hope you have some fun. ”

At this point, Miss Gorena's wonderful eyes suddenly looked at Mr. Butler and laughed: “Wally, you are so kind to your butler... I think I would be a little harsher on my butler if it were me. ”

Mr. Wally laughed at this moment: “I have always believed that tough governance makes it difficult for servants to be happy. If the servant is unhappy, he will not do his best to serve me. ”

Miss Gorena laughed inexorably and then saved her for so many rounds, suddenly flipping open a feature card that had never been used except to magically resurrect her followers.

Functional cards disappear, a golden light is thrown directly into the chessboard at this time... As for what the function cards are, the chessboard is not prompted at this time.

Generally like this unrealistic feature, it's usually arranged as a trap card.

Mr. Wally now quickly recalls the contents of all the feature cards in the entire box of feature cards and tries to figure out the meaning behind Miss Gong Lina's actions.

Did you get the career transfer card? If that's the case...

Mr. Wally's anxiety suddenly began to grow stronger without knowing why… he took a deep breath and later became sober.

He looked at the combination of function cards in his prep area and his anxiety tubes flattened out a lot.

While the Holy Light Series feature cards were not initially drawn to create the combination of followers and card sets he expected, the current set is also one of his options.

It's almost time to showcase the power of one of these invincible card sets.

The only thing that is more troublesome is which of the followers of Intermediate Toxic Injury immunity was obtained from the outset… However, at best, it is only a little more troublesome unless he is able to obtain Advanced Toxic Injury immunity.

At this point, the chessboard appeared like this.

- As an already qualified adventurer, you are once again blessed by the Goddess of Fortune because of your goodwill, you have been sheltered by the Nature Elves and you have been granted immunity from poison damage (advanced).

- Anyway, come on, this is already the highest level of poison damage immunity.

You're a sinful man.

The owner of the castle couldn't help but look at the lines of metallic text that appeared on the chessboard at this point - this is, of course, where Mr. Lo's card was placed as an accessory.

The golden smoke text is so brilliant at the moment... it almost makes the owner of the castle feel like he can't open his eyes.

Mr. Wally is really anxious at the moment.

It's like what's it called... come whatever you're afraid of?

But no... he is the holder of this chessboard, especially all the combination of function cards. Although the chessboard space is constantly changing, where can he trigger anything?

No... Don't panic, it's just a poison injury exemption (advanced), and the card pack you've prepared can handle it.

This is just a technical adjustment.

Don't panic!

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PS: As usual.