Trafford’s Trading Club

"Well, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow! Remia!"

The girls came back on the bus rented by the college, and they dispersed in the dormitory area.

After Remiya said goodbye to her companions one by one, she walked towards her room, but when she passed the courtyard, someone called out to her.

"Daxiu! Did you wait for me here specially?"

Seeing that the person sitting on the bench in the yard was her brother, Remia suddenly felt relaxed and walked to her brother's side happily.

"I heard that your parade is over, and I think you should be back soon, so I'm waiting for you here." Dashu rubbed Remiya's head at this time: "I have already helped you with the custom-made clothes. Got it back."

"Really!" Remia's eyes lit up, "I was still worried that I wouldn't be able to catch up, but this is really great... Well, Dashu, I have something for you too."

"What is this?" Dashu looked at the bag Remia was holding curiously.

"It's a specialty of [City of Dawn]!" Remia whispered at this time: "When we were resting today, the president of [City of Dawn] came to express condolences to us and brought some specialty pastries to share with us. ...I thought it would be nice if Dashu could eat it too, so I secretly took some more, hehe."

"You!" Dashu couldn't help but smile helplessly, "How can you be a holy girl like this?"

"Anyway, it's the first time that I'm running with you, so it doesn't matter!" Remia laughed: "Try it quickly, it's really delicious. If I were slower, I wouldn't be able to get it. Those guys, Each one is more edible than the other."

While speaking, Remia even licked her lips, as if she was thinking about it.

When the boy saw this, he said that he should let the girl stay and eat by himself, but the girl finally insisted on giving in.

Remiya said that everything can be shared with Dashu because they are relatives.

"Remia, if...I said if, if you saw me at the Holy Maiden Ceremony, what would you do?" The young man suddenly asked at this time.

"During the Holy Maiden Ceremony, isn't it normal for you, Dashu, to come and support me?" Remia asked Wen in confusion, then she straightened her face, "Or, Dashu, you don't plan to come and see me that day?" Me! I’ll be angry! I’ll be angry for two…months! I won’t talk to you!”

Dashu moved his lips, and then gently patted Remia's shoulder, "Okay? Tired all day long? Go back and rest quickly. You have to participate in the second round of the Holy Maiden Ceremony tomorrow? You need to support yourself. In good condition? Even if you are just running with me, don’t be the last one.”

"Okay!" The girl smiled sweetly.

"Remember to brush your teeth? I ate so many desserts today!" the young man warned.

He watched Remia return to the dormitory... It wasn't until the lights came on in that room that he walked towards the boys' dormitory area.

But just when he pushed the door open and walked into the room? The young man suddenly froze.

I saw a tall figure in the room, standing by the window... Dashu couldn't help but trembled his lips slightly, and finally lowered his head and silently closed the door to the room.

The tall figure slowly turned around? It was Instructor Isabel who was wearing a pure white suit.

At this time, Tutor Isabel not only wore a male suit, but also tied up her long hair... even giving people a handsome look.

Instructor Isabel looked at the bag that Dashu placed on the table and asked curiously, "What is this."

"Cake...I bought something to eat." Dashu mumbled, without explaining that this was what Remia had left for him.

"Oh?" Teacher Isabel opened it casually and took a look... Her eyes suddenly narrowed and she smiled and said, "Girls will gain weight if they eat sweets at night."

"I'm not..."

But I saw Teacher Isabel opening the box containing the cakes, picking up some cream with her fingers, and smearing it on her lips. Then, like a sneak attack, she printed it directly on the young man's lips.

The suffocating sweet smell... Dashu stopped breathing? His eyes widened? His body stiffened at first and then gradually softened.

The end? Tutor Isabel licked her lips, chuckled and said: "It is now, you are my girl."

Dashu took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice: "Teacher Isabel, if... if I promise you to appear at the ceremony, then... then in the next Saint Maiden Ceremony, you can really make Remia win the championship. Well?"

"Why, as a senior judge of the Holy Maiden Ceremony, do you think I don't have this ability?" Instructor Isabel said with a faint smile, "Are you questioning me?"

"I...that's not what I meant." Dashu shook his head and then breathed out, "I just hope that you can keep your promise. I...I will attend the second round tomorrow and use the appearance you like."

"What I like is not what you are like now." Instructor Isabel shook her head.

Dashu bit it, then slowly turned around, took out some women's clothes from the closet, and silently walked into the bathroom.

"tasty."

Instructor Isabel chuckled lightly at this time, picked up another piece of cake, put it in her mouth, and started eating it in small bites.

As she ate, she finished the small box of cakes. She licked her fingers as if she was still unsatisfied - but soon, her attention was diverted.

Because Dashu had walked out again...as Daphne, appearing in front of her.

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Hotel France, the floor reserved by Mr. President.

In the dim room, even though there was a layer of gauze curtains, one could still see a graceful figure sitting on President Balam's body, rising and falling violently.

The president casually reached out and grabbed a handful of red and white capsules from the box next to him, stuffed them directly into his mouth, chewed them and swallowed them.

"You still don't know who that person is."

Amidst the woman's heartless cries, Mr. President's voice suddenly sounded out - at this time, on the other side of the gauze curtain, the man in sunglasses shook his head, "He is a resident of [Free City], we have no right to visit him." destiny."

"What do you want to do?" Mr. President's voice began to sound a little dull.

"I suggest you keep the person for now. There is always a way to let him unlock his destiny." The man in sunglasses thought for a moment and said, "Or [contain] him. This is the simplest and safest way."

Mr. President said: "Do you think he came alone, or was someone else behind the scenes instigating him to come?"

"This..." The man in sunglasses hesitated for a moment, "No one should know."

"That Mr. Angel Langdu, didn't he come to [City of Dawn] before?" Mr. President's voice began to become a little hasty.

Soon, Mr. President slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the graceful figure had collapsed at his feet, breathing absentmindedly - these two guys had been playing games on the chairs.

"He is not an angel, he is just an ordinary person, sir." The man in sunglasses thought for a moment and said.

"We are just ordinary people, aren't we." Mr. President stood up, then grabbed a handful of pills from the box and put them into his mouth, "We are ordinary people, and we should not be compared with gods. "

"Then this intruder..."

"Use [holy water]." Mr. President said casually.

The man in sunglasses said: "Isn't it too wasteful? If you give it more time, I can handle it."

Mr. President said calmly: "In my opinion, there is no such thing as waste or waste, there is only the difference between useful and useless. You know, precious things are useless if they are left unused."

"I understand." The man in sunglasses nodded.

Mr. President said: "That's it for tonight's entertainment program. Send this Miss Yulia back to rest. She will participate in the second round of the competition tomorrow. It's not okay if she is not in good condition."

After saying that, the president of [Morning City] walked out of the gauze curtain... and walked towards the shower room.

Although he is a man whose face looks old, the president's body is extremely strong... Those steel-like muscles put even the man in sunglasses to shame.

The man in sunglasses silently looked at the president's back... He looked at the huge ouroboros tattoo on the president's back. He was silent for a while and then looked away.

The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom, and the man in sunglasses said calmly: "Miss Yulia, are you okay?"

The woman was already fully dressed, slowly opened the gauze curtain and walked out with a look of submission on her face.

Truly a stunning beauty.

The man in sunglasses thought to himself, but he didn't take a second look.

Because the president doesn't like others to worry about his things... he really doesn't like it.

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…

There was a sound of something being knocked over, which woke Sister Celine up.

Drowsiness hit her, and the nun who had dozed off halfway opened her eyes and saw the seriously injured person lying on the ground.

I knocked over the cup and the water was all over the floor.

"You're awake, sir!" Sister Selien quickly helped the seriously injured person up. "You want to drink water? Wait, I'll pour you another glass right away."

"This... what is this place..." The seriously injured person made a hoarse voice.

The nun then poured a glass of water, and the seriously injured person drank it quickly without thinking about it.

"Are you feeling better?" Sister Selien asked with concern, and also replied: "This is an orphanage. You fell in front of our door before you fell into coma. Do you still remember it, sir?"

"I think...I remembered..." The seriously injured person nodded slowly: "Thank you...Sister."

"Who are you?" Sister Celine asked quickly at this time: Why are you burned so badly and why are you still unwilling to go to the hospital? If your wound is not treated well here, it will definitely become inflamed, which will be very troublesome. "

"We can't go..." The seriously injured person shook his head with difficulty, "I will be discovered... Then, I will..."

Sister Celine hesitated and said: "Those people who are chasing you?"

The seriously injured person nodded, and just a simple movement made his face twitch with pain - Sister Celine had never seen such a terrible burn, but this person was able to endure it, and his willpower was amazing!

"You...who are you?" the nun asked nervously.

"I...I'm not a bad person...nor will I hurt...hurt you...don't worry..." The seriously injured person said slowly: "Besides, it's impossible for me to hurt others in my current state."

The nun looked a little more relaxed, "But with your current situation, I don't guarantee that for the sake of your life, I will send you to the hospital, sir."

"No... don't." The seriously injured person looked at Sister Selien pleadingly, "But... yes, I can go to a place... please send me to a place."

"Where?"

The seriously injured person said: "Jia, Mr. Calvin...home."

"Mr. Calvin?" Sister Selien couldn't help but be startled, and subconsciously said: "There are many people named Calvin. Who are you talking about?"

"He... is... a famous... scholar." The seriously injured person said weakly: "You are from [Free City], you should know."

Know!

Sister Celine knew instantly that there was a man named Calvin, and he was also a famous scholar. The only thing she could think of was the bitter man who even the [Saint] would treat with courtesy in the [Free City]. Monk and great scholar!

Not only that, this Calvinist is also an honorary professor of [Free City Academy].

In addition, Sister Celine also heard Mr. Assachs say that the Calvin scholar was his former mentor.

"Hurry...send me off...it's too late...it's too late..."

"Huh? Sir, please don't faint first?"

Why was she carrying a grown man on her back to the big scholar's residence in the middle of the night... Taxi fares are very expensive, okay?

There is no way to go to work tonight!

"Seriously, Mr. Azashes, why haven't you come back yet? Could it be that he quietly went fishing in the fish pond in the middle of the night?!"

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…

The moment he regained consciousness, Mr. Azashes first rubbed the back of his head that hurt from the fall... He felt that maybe his head had also been broken.

He tried to stand up and looked around, but suddenly he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at him.

Mr. Azashes suddenly took a breath - not only because of these bloodshot eyes, but also because of the appearance of the owner of these eyes.

This is a guy whose whole body is wrapped with gauze, like a mummy... Moreover, even though his whole body is wrapped with gauze, blood can still be seen in many places.

This guy was also burned?

Mr. Assassis subconsciously thought that although there were many possibilities for being wrapped in gauze, he still subconsciously thought of the injury caused by fire, because before he came, he...Sister Celine picked it up at the door of the orphanage. To a.

I just don’t know why the guy in front of me is handcuffed to a chair?

"Brother, were you arrested by them too?" Mr. Asaches quickly walked up to this guy who was covered in gauze.

But he had just gotten closer, and the gauze-wrapped guy in front of him suddenly struggled excitedly, charging towards Asaches with an aggressive posture - but he was trapped by handcuffs and shackles, and could only stop. Shaking the chair.

At this moment, the door to the room opened with a click.

I saw a man wearing sunglasses walking in directly... Seeing this, Mr. Asaches quickly picked up a handicraft placed on the cabinet nearby and lifted it up!

But this thing didn't seem to be offensive, so Mr. Assachs quickly put it down again, and then picked up something more offensive-the ashtray.

"Don't come here! I'm good at hitting people!"

The man in sunglasses said nothing, but casually took out a black pistol... and loaded it.

Mr. Azashes showed a bright smile, slowly put the ashtray back to its original place, and finally wiped it clean with his sleeve...

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PS1: (1/1)

PS2: Actually, it’s still the cuteness of that man, I understand.