Trafford’s Trading Club

Whether it was to prevent Song Tianyou's expectations from being disappointed or to win the next game, Song Ying could not take the matter of inviting the 'God of Gamblers' back to the world lightly - even in To complete this task, she needs to bring a drag bottle who knows nothing.

Song Ying moved very quickly - Father Song had given the instructions in the morning, and after lunch, she personally found the place where Luo Qiu was temporarily staying.

This is the inner courtyard of the humble house, a place with multiple protections. Only the Song family is qualified to live here - Master Qiu naturally does not need a majority queen.

Snap!

Song Ying placed a thick stack of books in front of Luo Qiu, causing the table to vibrate.

Luo Qiu curiously picked up the top book and flipped through it a few times, then looked at Song Ying and said, "Are these books for me?"

This stack of books is almost more than forty pages thick, and without exception, they are all books about red wine - covering the origin of red wine, brewing technology, culture and other fields.

Of course, red wine is a large academic subject. Although these books are thick, they are probably only a drop in the ocean of red wine culture.

"It's for you." Song Ying said calmly: "Next, we have to visit the God of Gamblers in person, and the knowledge here should be used. Don't worry, I won't be inhumane and make you memorize the contents inside. It's just I ask you not to look confused when the topic of red wine comes up...just read them tonight. Tomorrow, I will give you some temporary wine tasting training!"

After reading more than 40 centimeters of professional books in one night, there are probably more than a dozen good books. Isn’t that considered anti-human?

"I'll try my best to pick out the ones that interest me." Luo Qiu nodded and was not angry.

The packaging of these books is unusual, giving Luo Qiu a strong sense of history. With the Song family's financial resources, there may be some relatively precious information mixed in there.

Luo Qiu has always had the attitude of "the more the better" when it comes to acquiring knowledge. Now that someone is coming to his door, he naturally has no intention of politely rejecting it.

Song Ying, who had long been aware of Luo Qiu's temperless temper, was too lazy to care about the perfunctory taste in Luo Qiu's words, but said directly: "The God of Gamblers doesn't have many hobbies, but red wine is one of them. One. Otherwise, he would not have retired and built a vineyard by himself. I received news that the God of Gamblers will hold a new wine tasting at his manor the day after tomorrow. I will get the invitation letter. You will accompany me then. In the past, I can give an explanation to my grandpa!"

Luo Qiu thought about it for a moment. In fact, he was used to an environment where every little thing was carefully arranged... Although he was just going to go through the motions with Song's request, but it would be natural to do nothing too much. not good.

As the vacation time extended, some of his indifferent ideas tended to resurface.

Luo Qiu didn't know how far this could be restored. At this time, he just wanted to find out, so he was obviously very satisfied with Song Ying's arrangement.

"Thank you." Luo Qiu nodded.

"It's not hard...your sister!"

Song Ying suddenly felt that something was wrong in the context - why did she feel like she had become this guy's assistant?

Luo Qiu just smiled and flipped through a few books, then picked one and started reading it. After reading a few pages, Luo Qiu raised his head and said, "Are you going to read it with me? ?”

"No time!" Song Ying turned around, glanced at Gan Hong who was silent next to her, and walked out quickly.

"Was Song Ying like this before?" Luo Qiu looked at the wine book in his hand a few more times before suddenly asking, "When you followed her."

Gan Hong shook her head and said with some admiration: "This is usually not the case. But there are only two people who can make Miss Ying helpless, including you, Master Qiu."

"One more?" Luo Qiu asked with interest.

"It's the young master." Gan Hong whispered.

Luo Qiu smiled knowingly and pointed to the opposite side of him, "Stop standing there and take a look. It's quite interesting."

Gan Hong shook her head, "It's useless for me to learn this."

"There's no harm in learning more." Luo Qiu said while reading: "Just think of it as passing the time, otherwise you will be bored... Maybe you can go for a walk outside to relax."

"Then...I'd better read a book." Gan Hong sat down, and Luo Qiu casually pulled out a book and moved it in front of Gan Hong.

She suddenly understood that this Young Master Qiu's method... he could easily create two different choices for people, and then let them choose the one he wanted the other person to choose in a very ungrateful manner.

Reading and going for a walk... As a bodyguard, Gan Hong could not let her master out of her sight - of course, she could also choose not to look and just stand like this.

But after adding the hints of 'sit down', 'pass the time', etc., the subjective consciousness is directly offset.

Gan Hong raised her head and glanced at Luo Qiu quietly, only to see Luo Qiu reading with gusto... Maybe she was overthinking?

What an incredible person.

Hmm...this book is really interesting.

Perhaps because of Ning Jing, Gan Hong, who had always only focused on firearms, fighting and other knowledge related to her profession, was able to read the contents of this book easily.

I just picked it out at random... Isn't this something I've never seen before?

Maybe it's because this book is a book with a wrong style among the bunch of professional books... It's actually a comic book.

"Drops of God".

Wait, doesn't this mean... I can only read comic books? ? ? ?

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Under the night sky, the lights are shining brightly.

However, at this time, at a height that is difficult for ordinary people to see, the space is rippling - as if floating out of the water. At this time, there are also two figures emerging from the ripples in the air.

The first thing I saw was the golden Wolfgang, followed by Noah who came with him. Noah wore a gray-white robe and a peculiar purple belt, and the hood covered his face below his nose.

They descended on the shoulders of the huge statue of God on Loaf Mountain, and together they had a bird's eye view of the city.

Wolfgang said at this time: "Noah, speaking of which, how long has it been since you came to the Lord's presence?"

"It's been a while." Noah was silent for a while, and then looked around the City of God. "No matter how many different times and spaces it has spanned, the dirty atmosphere hidden under the beauty here has never changed."

"Well..." Wolfgang nodded, and then looked at the huge God's head next to him with interest. He stretched out his hand and patted it casually a few times. "Every time I see this thing, I will think of the scene I saw on Earth 16...the endless zombies are climbing, as if they were all out in one piece." Like ants, they covered Him, completely drowning Him in despair."

"Earth 16 has destroyed the Michael Club. Now Michael is rebuilding a new civilization after the wasteland of Earth 16... Of course it is in accordance with their ideas." Noah said calmly: "I don't know about the main world. What are the actions of the Michael Club?"

"Different time and space have different directions. Compared with the Michael Club on Earth 16, the development in the main world is much behind." Wolfgang shook his head and said: "After all, it may not be the main world. Isn’t he the protagonist chosen to initiate the destruction of the world?”

"The conclusion has not been finalized yet, don't judge prematurely..." Noah waved his hand, closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes again after a while and said: "There are no traces of the Lost Zone around here. Wolfgang , your inference about Lucifer’s disappearance may be in the wrong direction.”

"No?" Wolfgang couldn't help but be surprised: "But I couldn't find any notes in the wind...at least I couldn't feel it in this country. Could it be that Lucifer has left South America?"

Noah pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "I don't know why, I feel uneasy here, as if I am being watched by something... In this dark night, there is a vague and strange power."

"What's the danger level?" Wolfgang's face changed slightly. He didn't dare to take it lightly if Noah could say the word "weird".

"It's undefinable." Noah lifted his hood, revealing a frown, "It was short-lived and disappeared again."

Wolfgang said calmly: "Is it the peek of the will of the main world? Noah, it's because you haven't been back for too long, and you haven't adapted to the peek of the will of the world."

"Maybe." Noah nodded, but his solemn expression did not fade. "Let's be careful. According to the newcomer Dong Zhuo brought back, the club is walking in the main world during this period."

Wolfgang nodded and said: "There is such a thing, but the club should not be here at the moment. According to the news from the newcomer, the club should still be in China, and it has a new owner. .”

"I know." Noah nodded, "I heard he is a very interesting guy... If I have a chance this time, I will meet him and say hello to the new boss."

When Wolfgang heard this, he also shook his hands with a wry smile and moved his ten fingers.

The two were silent for a long time.

Noah put his hood back on, then looked at Wolfgang and said, "Take me to find Charlotte. Maybe she has something to hide from us... If there are too few clues, it's hard to judge. .”

"Then come." Wolfgang waved his hand and pointed to a corner of the city under the night sky.

…

After the two left quickly, ripples in the air once again emerged from the shoulders of the God statue, and Yuye, who had changed into a maid's costume, slowly walked out. She gently held each other's hands and placed them on her abdomen, "The Book of the Sky...Noah...The Ark."

No matter who comes...as long as they don't damage the club's business, they are irrelevant.

A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the maid. She stretched out her finger and tapped lightly on the statue of God, then turned around and left, disappearing in an instant.

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Late at night, even a busy place like the hospital is almost quiet, except for the occasional patrol nurse and doctor on duty - of course, the emergency room is still brightly lit.

But the inpatient department is already a comfortable enough environment for patients to sleep peacefully.

Bara has already left, and she will come over early tomorrow morning to replace Mr. Aoife. Originally, Bara was planning to persuade Mr. Aoife to go home and have a rest, because he still has important work to attend to tomorrow, but Aoife I don’t know why my husband insisted on staying this time.

In desperation, Bara could only go home to rest and come over tomorrow to replace her.

In the independent ward, Mr. Aoife lay on the sofa and fell asleep. But his hands were still holding the brown notebook... He had already read the contents inside.

Suddenly, Dr. French sat up on the hospital bed. He opened his eyes and looked around blankly. He didn't know how he ended up in this place, it seemed to be a hospital.

He saw a man lying on the sofa. Dr. French frowned. He always felt that this man gave him a very familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember the man's name - even, he subconsciously thought , this person is a stranger.

Dr. French hesitated. He had no intention of waking up this strange guy.

He quietly walked out of bed. He felt very hungry and wanted to eat something, so he took an apple from the table and gnawed it. At the same time, he opened the door of the ward and walked out.

He was walking in the corridor of the hospital, nibbling on an apple.

He wanted to find a doctor or nurse to ask why he was in this place... But this hospital was a little different from the one he remembered.

When did Rio have such a clean and advanced hospital... There were even many instruments that he couldn't name.

Suddenly, Dr. French saw a man wearing patient clothes, secretly smoking a cigarette in the corner of the elevated floor and talking... as if he was on the phone.

Dr. French waited for a while, and after the man finished making the call, he walked over and patted the man on the shoulder.

This mysterious appearance startled the patient who was secretly smoking. However, after seeing an old patient, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh...Old sir, please don't scare people in the middle of the night, okay? If you let me If the nurse finds out, I’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean any harm." Dr. French apologized: "Can you answer the phone for me? I want to call home."

The man was stunned for a while, but he still borrowed the phone. He was not afraid of what the old man could do... But after Dr. French took the phone, he didn't move for a while. He just looked left and right with the phone. .

"Old man, hurry up. I have to go back to the room quickly, otherwise I will be caught stealing it." The man urged.

Dr. French hesitated at this time. He felt that his face was a little hot. As a famous university professor and a high-level intellectual, he was really ashamed to say what he said next.

But he had to say it out loud: "I...I don't think I know how to use your phone...Is this a phone?"

"This is the latest iPhone 9, how could it not be a phone! Old man, are you stupid?" The man was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, "Oh... you are the kind of person who only knows how to use an old phone, right? Come on, you Tell me your number and I'll call you."

"Okay." Dr. French reluctantly handed the phone back, then read out a number quickly, "This is my home phone number."

The man dialed the number directly, but soon frowned and said, "Old man, this number is empty and no longer exists."

"What?" Dr. French opened his mouth.