Trafford’s Trading Club

"What, you didn't check in?!"

Satellite video communication... On the screen, Peter Chen was sweating and afraid to look at it... Logically speaking, he was already in his thirties, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid of a girl in her early twenties. novel .

But the person in front of him who was communicating on the video screen was a witch who dared to fire the president of the Fog City Branch directly at the slightest disagreement, so he really didn't want to be cautious.

"Miss Ying, to be precise, the lady you mentioned did not go to the room we arranged, but stayed in Master Qiu's suite..."

"What! Can you still let her go to the hotel? Didn't I say there was a 'traffic jam' first!!"

Peter Chen wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "Miss... that lady got on the bus with Master Qiu, we can't block it..."

"Incompetent!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Peter Chen was even more panicked, fearing that if he didn't have experience in the operations department, he would also be sitting at the end of the seat.

Unexpectedly, Miss Ying on the other side of the world breathed a sigh of relief, waved her hand and said: "Forget it, you worked hard today. I will make up for half a day off next week as compensation for today."

Peter Chen was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that he would have half a day off to make up for the mess. He was overjoyed on the spot: "Thank you, Miss Ying!"

"Hmph, if things could be handled well, I planned to grant you a week of paid leave, but now it's gone, and I won't have this opportunity in the future."

"Thank...Thank you, Miss Ying." He suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and his face looked more bitter.

As soon as the video communication was turned off, Miss Ying on the other side of the world suddenly leaned back, her chair was so heavy that it seemed like it was about to break, and she muttered: "I can't tell... it's really the genes of the Song family."

Whether it was her bitch-like uncle Song Haoran or her beloved grandfather, there was actually no such thing as a taboo about female sex. She grew up in a family that started from scratch, and it was even more common for her to do so.

But except for my deceased grandmother, my grandfather never had any intention of straightening up the women around him. As for Song Haoran, he has no intention of getting married...

What do I want these to do? ? ?

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On this rare sunny afternoon in the foggy city, a Beetle with a high degree of newness slowly stopped in front of an old five-story building on the edge of the Thames River.

After that, two elegant men in suits and ties stepped out of the car. One of them was older, about thirty-five years old, capable.

The other one was obviously much younger, looking like a young man in his early twenties, blond, immature and energetic, holding a long object wrapped in brown cloth in his hand.

A few steps up the stairs, in front of the small building, there was already a black man wearing a black trench coat and an eyepatch on his left eye waiting.

The older gentleman smiled slightly and said hello to the one-eyed black man, "Nick, you should change the color of your eye patch."

The one-eyed black man... Nick obviously thought he was a serious person. At this time, his remaining eyes were fixed and he said calmly: "Gareth, the master and mistress of this house have gone out. You have up to half an hour." Time to drive out the evil spirits from the woman who owns the house."

"Only half an hour?" The energetic young man next to the middle-aged gentleman was stunned.

Black Nick said slowly: "Because I need at least fifteen minutes to deal with the aftermath. In addition, I can't guarantee whether the host and hostess of this house will come back early."

"Okay." Gareth patted Nick's shoulder lightly, "Relax, friend. I will end it before the time comes... Do you really not consider changing to a new eye mask? I always feel that you He looks like the one in the movie."

Nick opened the door behind him directly.

Gareth shrugged, then smiled and led the young man who followed him into the house...it wasn't until the two of them walked in that Nick closed the door.

The Knights of the Round Table, one of the oldest organizations in Britain, has been guarding the peace of this land since its establishment...from the wars of the past to the extermination of spirits today.

Today, it has even faded out of human sight, and only a handful of people are left who know that your organization still exists and is operating.

"Gareth of the Twelve Knights actually brought a newcomer out on a mission this time... It seems that it is time for the trial of the vacant seats again."

Nick leaned in front of the door, silently thinking that every five years, a group of outstanding young people would come from all over the country to obtain the name of [Etor], one of the twelve knights, which has been pending to this day. inheritance.

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"Klein, do you know the reason why evil spirits are born?"

On the wooden corridor, the man who had given up his real name and now inherited the name of Gareth suddenly turned around and asked.

The young man named Klein quickly said: "All hatred, jealousy, and evil thoughts will remain in the form of evil thoughts after a person dies and cannot rest in peace. They will continue to grow by devouring other evil thoughts, and eventually... It will turn into an evil spirit. In addition, if the evil spirit is left unchecked, it will continue to devour human life and eventually become a terrible evil spirit."

"It's very well said, and the book is memorized well." Gareth smiled slightly, "But there are still some things that are not taught in the books."

"What is it?" Young Klein asked quickly.

Gareth looked at the end of the corridor and said casually: "If humans are willing to degenerate, they can also become evil spirits... Well, yes."

Gareth stopped at the handrail at the end of the corridor. Where he looked was the pillar of the handrail. "Have you brought the magic powder, Klein?"

"Bring it!"

Klein quickly took out a box the size of a mirror box, opened it very carefully, and then sprinkled some cyan dust on the pillar.

I saw a blood-red, as if still dripping blood, evil garden formation based on a five-pointed star, emerging bit by bit.

Klein was quite surprised, "Mr. Gareth... is this a magic circle?"

"To be precise, it is a type of witchcraft ritual, and it is a structure commonly used by a branch of witches in the Aegean Sea." Gareth said very carefully, as if teaching, "Witches in this branch are better at using drugs. And spiritual witchcraft, and it is also one of the few types of witches that does not prohibit contact with humans."

"Could it be that the woman who owns the house is a branch of the Aegean Sea Witch?"

Gareth said: "Not necessarily, it is also possible that I accidentally obtained their witchcraft manuscripts that were wandering outside, and because of mistakes and improper learning, I embarked on a conspiracy... The witchcraft of this group of witches basically should be In terms of healing, it’s not like this one, which is full of evil energy.”

"Oh... Mr. Gareth, you are really knowledgeable and talented." Klein said respectfully. He is Gareth's knight servant. Even such a position must go through many tests to win. Obviously, he cherished this opportunity very much, and was fortunate enough to be recommended by Gareth to participate in the inheritance trial of [etor] in the near future.

Gareth shook his head and smiled: "I am not knowledgeable, but I have suffered enough in the past. One of my seniors told me about the Aegean Sea Witch."

"The senior who can become Mr. Gareth must be a great knight who is upright, kind and powerful." Klein was fascinated.

"Strong is indeed powerful, and it may also be kind...but integrity is not necessarily the same." Gareth shook his head, "This senior was deprived of the title of knight twenty years ago."

"How is that possible?" Klein was immediately shocked. He was even more shocked than discovering the witchcraft on the pillar. He was deprived of the title of knight by the agency. How big of a crime was this committed?

"If you also have a daughter who is in love with a vampire..." Gareth sighed slowly. He seemed to want to say something, but his eyes suddenly became sharp, as sharp as an eagle's eye.

Klein noticed Gareth's changes in an instant, but before he could react, he saw Gareth's arms waving at an incredible speed...a speed that exceeded the limits of the human body.

Something was cut open by Gareth's swing and fell on the floor... It was like sludge, like a sticky creature. After it was cut open and fell on the ground, it lost its activity and instantly transformed. It turned into a pile of black powder.

"Klein." Gareth suddenly stepped aside and said abruptly: "I'll leave this task to you. I haven't checked your progress in today's swordsmanship class."

Knowing that this was Mr. Gareth's test for him, Klein hesitated in his heart for a moment, then nodded resolutely... and untied the brown cloth from the long object in his hand.

It is a one-handed cross sword.

Klein took a deep breath and walked bit by bit along the front of the corridor at the end of the corridor. He had actually experienced several actual battles, but they were all on the side. This was the first time he had to deal with it alone like this. Of course, such an actual battle , it will come sooner or later, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Mr. Gareth must not be disappointed... Klein strengthened his belief.

"Come on Klein! Klein is great! Come on Klein!!"

Behind him, the graceful Knight Gareth suddenly put on a prosthetic nose that he had taken out from somewhere, put his hands on his hips, lifted his legs and danced in a cheering style.

"Mr. Gareth, you are one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, the great [gareth]! Please stop your indecent behavior!! You are disturbing me!"

"Ah, it's rare that I found a new color of prosthetic nose..." Gareth sighed in disappointment, and then said in a very low voice: "Come on, Klein... come on, Klein"

Klein sighed heavily. There was no doubt that he respected his Lord Knight from the bottom of his heart... Maybe it would have been even more perfect if it wasn't for this true character that would go off-line from time to time.

After gathering his mood, the young trainee knight once again approached the room at the end of the corridor... He only felt a cold chill, which began to invade his body bit by bit, but the strong physique he had trained over the years was still able to withstand this chill. Come down.

Finally, the door of the room at the end of the corridor opened suddenly, and a colder air flow blew out from the room... It was actually a strong wind.

At the same time, waves of terrifying and shrill laughter also appeared at this time.

Klein walked against the wind, injecting sword power trained through ancient methods into the steel sword in his hand... This slender cross sword suddenly emitted a faint cyan light, breaking through the strong wind.

Klein shouted loudly, raised the cross sword in his hand, and suddenly rushed into the room. He only heard the sound of smashing in the room.

A moment later, a figure rolled out of the room, and Klein's left eye was seen to have become red and swollen.

He quickly stood up, raised the cross again, shouted and rushed in again... Get out, stand up, raise the sword, rush in again... Get out, stand up, raise the sword.

I don’t know since when, Gareth had an extra cup of coffee in his hand, and he also discovered an old-fashioned vinyl record player placed in the corridor.

"Oh, this owner has really good taste, I like it."

He took out the vinyl disc, put it into the record player, and then moved the needle...it was dance music, Blue Danube.

"Drink!!", "Ha!!", "Yeah!!!"

The diligent and unyielding shouts and the notes of dance music were wonderfully intertwined in the corridor... Gareth sat down and began to read today's newspaper.

"Oh, brave Klein, please hold on until I finish reading this article."

"I will try my best!!! Ha!!!"

"Good-boy."

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"Yin Tao?"

Instead of eating the afternoon tea sent by the hotel, the maid prepared a light fruit plate for her master.

"Yes, this hotel is not bad. There is an indoor organic farm below. I went to pick some and came back." Youye said softly.

The stems of the cherries have even been pulled out, like crystal rubies.

The suite on the upper floor of this hotel has everything. It has a large outdoor swimming pool on the outside terrace. Boss Luo is sitting on the beach chair on the terrace, reading an English book leisurely. Reader.

He took a Yin peach from the plate and put it into his mouth to taste, and suddenly said curiously: "By the way, when it first came up, I didn't seem to see the thirteenth floor...are they all like this?"

"Here in the West, the number 13 is quite taboo." The maid lady sat next to her and said softly: "Many of the more old-school buildings will cancel the 13th floor, but there are very few in modern times."

Boss Luo looked at the Thames outside and smiled: "The 13th floor disappeared. I wonder if anything interesting will happen."

"If the master wants it, it will be there." The maid told the truth.

Luo Qiu was stunned, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I still want to be quiet for two days."

As he spoke, he picked up a Yin peach, brought it to the maid's lips, and started feeding it.

I saw the maid lady lifting her hair, lowering her head and gently opening her lips, biting them slowly.

"Is it tasty."

"Um."--

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