Trafford’s Trading Club

"Master, this is an elf." This is what the deacon driving the carriage said.

Then, the rigorous Mr. Deacon carefully identified some of Cariana's features that were not easy to find, and gave a more accurate answer: "To be more precise, she is a hybrid of humans and elves. An even humbler servant."

Metanzo showed no expression, just secretly planning to dig out the information in Mr. Deacon's mind.

It's a good thing that this world of book pages doesn't completely limit extraordinary abilities... It's too convenient to do things - but it doesn't limit extraordinary powers, which means that extraordinary powers are also used here.

In fact, regardless of whether there are restrictions on extraordinary power, these page worlds are dangerous - for example, the world of [Z] has restrictions on extraordinary power, but the creatures have evolved into monsters and behemoths, and there is no way to fight them.

"I understand, you can continue driving." Medanzo ordered calmly.

Mr. Deacon was extremely respectful, because in his temporarily distorted perception, the young Master Metanzo in front of him was an extremely noble [pure-blood noble], a type of person with absolute privileges in the world... They could give As civilians, people can also deprive civilians of everything they own, and even all their actions will be protected by the laws of the world.

At this time, in the carriage compartment, Cariana, whose identity was exposed, was hiding in the corner with a pale face - she was not completely messed up, probably because she felt that Medanzo was still too young, and maybe she didn't have much Violate one's own capabilities.

"Aren't you going to talk about yourself, Miss Cariana?" Medanzo suddenly chuckled... He easily entered the status of this privileged class, and could not see the slightest bit of incongruity. .

"What else can you say..." Cariana smiled bitterly, "To say that I am stupid, to say that I jumped into the fire pit myself... or to say that I am ignorant and dare to really get into a nobleman's carriage?"

"There is no enmity between you and me, but I look like someone who kills indiscriminately?" Medanzo pointed to himself curiously, "How do I think you are the kind of Virgin who distributes food to the poor?"

"...The Holy Mother?" Cariana said in astonishment: "Who is the Holy Mother?"

"Just a woman with big breasts." Medanzo shrugged casually, "Sometimes she's a little naughty."

"You...you really don't plan to torture me?" Cariana looked up dubiously: "Even if I'm a half-elf who doesn't have an identity?"

"What good does torture do to me?" Medanzo said amusedly.

Cariana thought for a while and said: "To satisfy your special desires, etc. Anyway, it's nothing new for a noble young master to insult us... The most exaggerated thing I have heard is that there is a noble young master who is not even older than you. Lock a group of elves and orcs together and let them go crazy for ten days, just to make a bet to prove which one has better endurance!"

"So good at playing?" Medanzo looked astonished, "Where is this scumbag? Wait until I can save him!"

"You...you lied to me again!" Cariana said slightly angrily: "You nobles are prohibited from hurting each other. Do you think I am a three-year-old child who knows nothing?"

Medanzo shrugged, "Next question, where is your home and who else is there. Is your father's side an elf or your mother's side?"

"You want to know the details about me? It's a dream!" Cariana snorted forcefully, "Kill if you want, I won't be tortured by you even if I die! At worst, I will commit suicide!"

Probably with the idea of ​​breaking the jar, Cariana started to curse crazily.

Unable to bear it any longer, Medanzo had no choice but to cover his ears, climbed out from the carriage window, and reached the front of the carriage, alongside the noble deacon.

The name of this deacon is Barbaria.

"Barbara, how long have you served me?"

"Master, I have been serving you for twenty years." The deacon responded respectfully, while his expression became cautious.

Usually the master will ask this kind of question, which means something bad happened?

"Tell me...tell me about my identity?"

"Master?"

"I'll let you say it."

Deacon Barbaria could only solemnly say: "Master, you are a descendant of the fifty-ninth generation grandson of the great founder Emperor Calafar. Even among the many [pure-blood nobles], you are quite close to the royal bloodline." , your status is extremely noble. You are the hereditary Earl, Decrea!"

Decreia... Medanzo pondered for a moment, and it was probably the name of the unlucky guy he left in the woods to feed mosquitoes.

"Tell me about the elves and orcs." Metazord ordered while looking at the road ahead.

"Since the end of the Mythical War and the great founder Kalafar the Great conquered the territory of the mysterious creatures, a large number of refugees from the mysterious creatures have fled into our human society..."

Gradually, Cariana stopped shouting in the carriage, probably because she was tired. The only sound along the way was Barbaria's narration and one or two questions from Metanzo from time to time.

Not long ago, a little light could be seen ahead - the light of the Dream Circus camp.

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"Regiment...leader! You, if you do this again, I, I will shout! I really did!"

"Miss Yulia, this is also for the circus. And this kind of thing should be very easy for you, right?"

"It's relaxing there. There are so many people. I...can't handle it!" Senior sister [Yuliya] said pitifully at this time: "My wish is to become a great magician, but now I have betrayed my appearance. ...You actually want me to sell my body??"

"You're just doing it!" The group leader [J] said with a chuckle: "There are many male spectators outside who seem to be happy to pay extra for your hands. This can be regarded as generating income!"

"It's too much!" [Yuliya] senior sister looked like she was about to cry.

"Then I can only go into battle in person!" Mr. Troupe Leader sighed with a tragic look as if he would rather me than me: "It's just that Miss Yulia, if you can't contribute your strength to our circus, then I I probably can only reluctantly ask you to leave... We can't raise people in vain here."

"But...it can't be like this, right?" Senior Sister [Yuliya] said as if she was about to cry without tears: "With so many people, how long will I have to shake hands? And you can guarantee that when these men shake hands, they will not Will you do more rude things? And why should I do this kind of thing? Not Daphne!"

"After all, Miss Yulia, you are more eye-catching than Daphne." The leader said earnestly: "Besides, if they want more after shaking hands, wouldn't we be able to create more income? "

[Yulia] Senior sister's eyes suddenly widened, as if she had seen something incredible - this person in front of her is really... some kind of image of [Boss]? ?

"That's it!"

Suddenly, the leader placed a huge sign directly in front of senior [Yuliya].

The sign reads:

[A handshake costs 10 silver for three seconds, buy three times and get one free, buy more and get more - Note: You can specify the specific location of the handshake! 】

"Captain!!!" Senior sister [Yuliya] was startled, and immediately ran after her like a hairball, but she was pulled back by something after just two steps.

When she looked back, she discovered that her feet had been tied with shackles at some point... and the chain of the shackles was tied to a large nail buried in the ground.

A group of men, with their eyes open at this time, gradually gathered around - the circus performance had not officially started yet, but there were already a lot of spectators coming with flyers in their hands.

In the depths of the forest, the lights were brightly lit, like daylight.

Not far away, Mr. [Sunny] was leading people to bring tables and chairs - for boarding and collecting money.

[Yulia] Senior Sister suddenly looked at Mr. [Sunny Sky] sadly, as if she was in love with him.

"This is the leader's order, and I can't do anything about it." Mr. [Qingtian] comforted him: "Just try hard, Miss Yulia... I don't think these people can buy it a few times. Yes, after all, most of them bring female companions."

[Yulia] Senior sister said nothing and continued to look sadly.

Mr. [Qingtian] then said: "Or, you can also use your magical [disappearance] magic... Anyway, we can't see it, and the leader won't blame us."

"I'll do it!" Senior Sister [Yuliya] snorted suddenly, "But what to do, I decide myself!"

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"Strange, where is my hand speed training stick?"

Daphne checked her belongings in confusion - the location of [Girl] seemed quite deserted at this time, and she seemed to be sitting on the bench.

[Girl] could only lean on the sign and take a short rest... When she was free, she thought about continuing to train her hand speed.

On the other side, in front of a small black tent, there was a long line of people filming... Basically all of them were men, and they all went in with great expectations, and then came out unsteadily?

Suddenly, a carriage stopped in front of Daphne.

[Girl] immediately cheered up and stepped forward to greet her.

A man who looked like a deacon was helping a young boy in luxurious clothes out of the carriage, and then a beautiful girl.

Daphne was a little surprised. The status of this young boy and girl was obviously much more noble.

After getting out of the car, the young boy looked at the surrounding environment. As for the beautiful girl, her face was slightly pale and dull, as if she was reluctant.

"Over there, do you have to queue up to enter?" The young boy suddenly asked.

"Ah...oh, that's one of the shows in our circus, so it's a show, right?" Daphne said in confusion at this time: "For more details, please read what's written on the sign."

Metazord immediately blinked his eyes, but Barbaria beside him seemed to be very unhappy with the bunny girl's negligent attitude in front of him, and was about to step forward to scold him.

"Barbara, that little black tent looks interesting. Please arrange it for me!"

"Okay, Master."

Mr. Deacon had no choice but to restrain his anger and walked to the front of the team with a calm expression.

"Hey, you need a flyer to enter." Daphne shouted directly at this time.

"Three." Medanzo took out three flyers and said, "Check them. If there are no problems, we will all go in."

"No... no problem." Daphne nodded, and then seemed to have thought of something: "There is actually nothing interesting in the tent over there, so why not go in directly? The performance is about to start."

But she saw the beautiful girl on the side winking at her coldly, shaking her head slightly, and looking nervous... Daphne only felt a little confused, so she didn't say anything more.

"What's your name?" Medanzo suddenly asked with a smile.

The girl Cariana became nervous instantly, fearing what this pure-blood noble would do to this weak girl.

"Daphne."

"Daphne?" Medanzo blinked, and then smiled lightly: "I seem to have seen you somewhere, Miss Daphne... you are so beautiful."

"Thanks."

"Master, the arrangements have been made, you can go in." Deacon Barbaria had already walked back quickly at this time.

The words he brought back made Daphne moved, and she subconsciously looked in the direction of the little black tent.

I saw that many seats in the queue in front of the small tent had been vacant at this time. The spectators who were queuing up seemed to have a trace of apprehension and fear, and even lowered their heads.

[Girl] looked at the young master in surprise.

"Perhaps, we will meet again soon." Medanzo smiled mysteriously at this time and strode towards the small black tent.

Barbaria quickly followed, while Cariana hesitated for a moment, and finally followed Barbaria as if resigned to her fate.

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People's gazes are full - in fact, people's gazes can't be seen at all, because people are lowering their heads at this time - because they have privileges, they can't see the eyes of mortals at all.

Perhaps, because of his absolute privilege, he doesn't have to care about the eyes of mortals at all...it doesn't make much difference whether he looks or not.

A man, with a satisfied smile on his face, opened the curtain of the small black tent and walked out, and was immediately grabbed by Barbaria's collar and held aside.

The man was shocked, then angry. He was about to fight back, but he soon lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground... Medanzo didn't pay attention. After Cariana waited there, he walked directly in In a small black tent.

Only a weak and lazy voice was heard slowly.

"Next...Okay, look at my face, okay, look at my chest, okay, look at my legs, one, two, three, okay, blindfold, okay, lie down, okay, we charge by the second... …start!"

Even though he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, the young man who had once been a unique presence in the Kingdom of Heaven could not help but be moved by it - his eyes widened and his mouth opened.

In front, a bunny girl was sitting on a stool, looking down at a magazine and yawning from time to time.

"Still not coming up? You will be charged for watching more." The bunny girl said impatiently, raised her head and blinked.

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"What...are you doing?" Medanzo finally broke the silence first.

"Senior!!!" In an instant, the bunny girl burst out emotionally and rushed over with aggrieved words, "Senior, I'm so miserable!! Senior!!"

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After some bizarre explanation.

Medanzo squatted on the ground and stared intently at a black stick that was standing on the ground and vibrating up and down crazily. "So, this is what you use?"

"Hello, I'm [Automatic Juice Press Taro No. 1]. It's my first time meeting you. Please give me some advice!"

"This thing actually has a mouth and eyes?" Medanzo felt even more amazing, "I don't need any advice..."