Trafford’s Trading Club

Nero still didn't drink the cocktail made by the boss himself, but ordered a glass of white beer in an oversized cup.

While she was devouring the barbecue brought by the maid, it was sizzling and delicious: "Really, so many things happened... No wonder Cook lost his memory. It turned out that Xiang Liu had plotted against him. Hmm... That's fine for the time being. I can write a complete report.”

With that said, Nero threw out a dim ball of soul light from his small bag containing the soul, "Can you mark this Prometheus for how long?"

Holding the soul light ball, Luo Qiu said calmly: "It will take three months."

With that said, Luo Qiu moved his hands, and a disc about the size of a vanity mirror box appeared in front of Nero, "Within three months, this thing can help you find its location at any time."

He picked up another piece of barbecue and stuffed it into his mouth. This was the last piece. Nero put the small disc away without hesitation, and then burped, "Ah... so full, thank you for the treat."

She stood up, raised her hands, stretched her waist tightly, and suddenly squinted her eyes and said: "By the way, boss, I want to ask you something, this Yama Sword in my hand, I can only conform to its second form... How do you think I can fully conform to its final third form? You don't know, right?"

"Guest, this question will be charged." The boss said calmly.

"Stingy." Nero said.

The boss smiled and said nothing, of course because of the mask, Nero couldn't see it.

But she is a free and easy person by nature, at least that's how she seems to be right now, so she shrugged, "By the way, I'm a regular customer after all, right? Are there any discounts for the next transaction?"

The boss pointed his finger on the table, and a black card with four gold seals appeared in front of Nero.

Nero waved and took it, then tapped his lips with his finger and blew a kiss to Boss Luo, "What a good boss, see you then!"

"Please wait, guest." Boss Luo suddenly stopped Nero, and after her surprised look, he nodded towards You Ye.

The maid turned around and left the lobby. Not long after, she walked out with a tray.

You Ye opened the cloth on the tray. What was placed here was a wooden box about the size of a palm, about three centimeters high, and engraved with many strange patterns.

"Is this for me?" Nero frowned: "What is it?"

Luo Qiu said: "The bag that the guest used to carry the soul is too rough. It is better to use this bag. It is more refined and can be preserved longer."

Nero was stunned, reached out to take the box, and subconsciously asked: "How much does this cost?"

"No need." Unexpectedly, the boss said calmly: "This is loaned to you, the guest, until the end of your life, and it will automatically return to us. Of course, it doesn't matter if you refuse."

Without saying a word, Nero poured the remaining soul from his original bag into the box, then smiled and said: "Ding, congratulations to player Nero for getting an important prop from the shop owner: the box containing the soul!" Is it this way?"

“Welcome next time.”

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According to the contents of a certain transaction that Cook did not know, he would not be able to recover his memories that showed signs of awakening within a few weeks.

Although he no longer has the feeling of remembering more and more recently, and instead feels increasingly confused, Cook has not changed his current life.

He spent more time sitting in his room and sitting quietly. He could often sit there for half a day, as if he himself was a speck of dust in the room.

Only when Xiao Zhi from the tofu shop knocked on the door out of boredom would there be some noise in the room.

Although I still can't remember my identity and origin, the way I deal with things seems to be an instinct. He could keenly feel that San'er was avoiding him.

Since he is avoiding it, he should try not to come into contact with her... He is even considering leaving this place in the past few days. He has had a feeling since the last time he met the strange white-haired woman.

The day of his departure was getting closer.

"Uncle Mark, what story are you telling me today!" The more familiar the little guy became, the more unscrupulous he seemed to become. As soon as he walked in, he hugged Cook's arm and shook it.

Cook subconsciously touched Xiao Zhi's head, and suddenly thought of something: If he left, would Xiao Zhi be very sad?

Logically speaking, he shouldn't think about this kind of thing. His thinking mode keeps reminding him of this matter.

"No more stories today." Cook said expressionlessly, "Go find me a piece of wood and bring it back."

He made a gesture on his hand, and Xiaozhi sucked his fingers. After looking at it for a while with his big round eyes, he nodded, then spread his fleshy legs and ran out.

Soon after, Xiaozhi came back holding a log about ten centimeters long and about ten centimeters in diameter.

Cook took the log, then walked to the table, opened the drawer, took out a knife, and sat cross-legged on the ground. The knife pointed at the log for a while, and then began to peel.

Xiaozhi tilted her neck and looked at Uncle Mark's actions. She knew that Uncle Mark was very powerful! She had quietly seen Uncle Mark lift a tofu board over one meter high with one hand!

But Uncle Mark doesn't talk much a lot of the time.

"Uncle Mark, what are you doing?"

Cook ignored it and just whittled the log in his hand with a knife. Xiaozhi had long been accustomed to his silence, so she didn't make any fuss now, but just lay down on the ground, holding up her chin with both hands.

Her fleshy and soft calves were kicking, and she looked at Uncle Mark like this, feeling amused.

I gradually became tired and simply fell asleep.

Cook stopped what he was doing, picked up Xiao Zhi, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and began to sit cross-legged on the ground again, carving the wood in his hands.

With every cut, sawdust flew out, like flying catkins.

When he took the last cut and put away his pen, there was already a pile of sawdust on the ground. Cook put down the knife, then blew on the finished wood carving to blow away the wood dust attached to it, and then placed it among the sawdust and wood blocks.

This is a swan.

It is waving its wings among these sawdust and wood blocks, lifelike, like a real swan falling in the ice and snow.

He put the wooden swan in Xiaozhi's arms, then picked her up again and sent her back to her room.

Cook returned to his room again, swept away the sawdust and wood blocks on the floor, turned off the light, and sat here alone again.

Tomorrow will probably be like this, Cook thought silently.

He didn't know that a pair of eyes were not far away, silently staring at this small tofu shop... not only looking at the dim room where Cook was, but also looking at San'er who was busy closing the shop in front of the shop. .

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"Ah...why do I suddenly have a feeling that it would be good for Cook to continue like this?"

Nero, who was sitting on the roof of a house with his legs crossed and holding a painting tube in his hands, was holding a piece of cheap bread from a nearby canteen.

The Yan Demon Sword in the painting tube now let out bursts of whispers. Of course, only Nero, as its host, could hear the whispers.

"Oh? Do you want to eat Cook?" Nero looked at the painting tube and said mockingly: "Why didn't I see you so energetic when I was at that boss's house?"

The painting tube trembled slightly, as if dissatisfied.

"It's very troublesome to eat Cook." Nero shook his head and said: "At least those old guys in the club won't let me go...Although it's a big deal, I can just run away, but it's still very troublesome, running around all over the world. Being hunted or something.”

Nero lay down, resting his head on his hands, crossing his legs, squinting his eyes leisurely, and suddenly showed a mischievous smile: "But, do you think Cook can beat me if he goes crazy?"

She suddenly sat up, licked her lips and said, "I suddenly thought of a great idea!" Xishan Shiraishi said ps1: Thanks to the leader of "Blue_Xueluo" for the reward. ps2: Thanks to the helmsmen of "龏傤" and "'deeatコ" for the reward.