Trafford’s Trading Club

It seemed that brass was used as the main backbone of the scroll. When he saw the scroll book for the first time, Song Dafei felt like he couldn't take his eyes away.

Song Da subconsciously stretched out his hand to take out the scroll book from the table, but Song Er quickly grabbed Song Da's wrist at this time, "Ah Da, wait, there is a mechanism!"

Song Dameng trembled. He knew that Song Er's hobby was to delve into some strange and obscene things, so he nodded and got out of the way.

Song Er was seen slowly turning around the stage a few times, and then looked around. Suddenly, Song Er took out a gorgeous dagger from among the treasures.

I saw him walking up to the table, pulling out the dagger, carefully inserting the blade into the scroll book, and explained: "This should be a gravity mechanism. The scroll book presses the switch of the mechanism. Once it is taken away, If so, the switch will pop up, and I don’t know what traps will follow... Okay.”

Song Er held down the dagger at this time, and then quickly picked up the scroll book. After taking away the scroll book, Song Er did not move, but listened more carefully for a few seconds before sighing slowly.

He pointed at a wooden box not far away that should be used to store jewelry. Song San understood and quickly took it over. Song Er put the box in the original position of the scroll book and then took out the dagger.

"Okay, it's okay." Song Er sighed at this time and said: "Fortunately, this mechanism is from ancient times. If it were modern technology, it would not be a neutral mechanism, but a buoyancy mechanism. If the weights were different, If so, it will still violate the agency.”

Song Da gave a thumbs up, then took the scroll book over and looked at it carefully.

Soon, Song Da frowned and said, "Why can't this thing be opened?"

But he saw that there was nothing like a lock at the opening of the scroll book. However, with Song Da's strength, he could not open a scroll. "This thing is evil! What is written on it?"

Song Er took it over and took a look. There was a line of text written on the surface of the scroll, "This seems to be in Arabic. I did learn some... ancient... Quran from Mr. Blind?"

"Gulan?" Song Da was stunned, "Is this a person's name?"

Song Er glanced at Song Da, then frowned and said: "I'm afraid it's the Quran, something belonging to the imams... Oh, it's like saying that the Tripitaka has the same meaning to our former abbot!"

"Can't you just say it's the imam's code..." Song Daye rolled his eyes, and then asked in confusion: "Why are these vampire monsters hiding this thing under their castles?"

Song Sandao: "They probably robbed it from somewhere. Looking at the treasures here, there are all kinds of things. Isn't it possible that the previous owner of the castle obtained them through robberies?"

Song Da copied the scroll book on Song's second hand with one hand, "This thing is a bit evil. When I looked at it just now, I felt that the thoughts were not my own. I think it's better that we don't touch it... the wealth here, It will make us rich and wealthy for several lifetimes, and we will always be content with what we have!”

"Wait, I have an idea." Song Er grabbed it and said seriously: "Maybe the blind man can open it. I just want to study the art of mechanism, but that guy is a magician and still has the ability. Magic stick, maybe he will be interested... Ah Da, no matter how hard we practice, we will never get started..."

Song San hesitated and said: "Lao Er, what do you mean..."

Song Erdao: "Why do you guys stay with Mr. Song just because he is willing to provide for us? There are many people who are willing to provide for us. If you guys are willing to show your hands, how many rich people in the country are willing to do the same?" Us? But we have to stay in such a foreign country? Yes, that’s right, a large part of the reason is that Mr. Song did save us before. "

Song Er saw Song Da frowning and said quickly: "Ah Da, I know that there are thousands of years of gratitude from others, and we Buddhist disciples also pay attention to the law of cause and effect. But you think, after so many years, we have also saved Have you met Mr. Song many times? Think about it last time in Cuba, who led Mr. Song back from being chased by hundreds of mercenaries? It was us! Also last time in Malacca and when we went to South Africa That time! Which time didn’t my brothers risk their lives? Let’s just talk about this time. Didn’t these brothers also risk their lives? "

Song Da remained silent.

Song Er then said: "You and I understand in our hearts that the kindness we should repay over the years has actually been repaid long ago. Isn't it because of the blind man that we still keep it? He is the person we are looking for to enter the Tao! Isn’t it that we stay here so that we can learn from the blind man those things that are more advanced than martial arts...the power of ascetics? If the blind man likes this thing, it might be our real stepping stone."

Song Da was still hesitant.

Song Er threw out the last straw: "Do you only want to be rich and prosperous for a lifetime, or do you want to practice immortality?"

"Ma Dan...did it!" Song Da slapped his head and made up his mind: "Take this thing back to the blind man and see what he says!"

"Brothers, come and take a look, there seems to be another door here!" Song San called out quickly at this time.

It was a small door hidden in the corner of the treasure room. There was another huge wooden sculpture in front of the door. It was only after Song San pushed it open that it was revealed.

Song Er hurriedly went over to do some research, and finally found the mechanism that was opened, but it was not a hidden room, but a long passage.

Song Er's eyes brightened at this time and he said: "This is the treasure room. Generally speaking, the place where the treasure is placed must have a way out... This is the way to retreat! Brothers, we are saved now!"

"Then... what to do with these treasures? There are so many, we can't take them away?"

"Stupid! What a waste of money when your life is gone! If we can't die, the worst we can do is ask Mr. Song to call hundreds of people. We won't have to use rocket launchers and bombs, and we won't be able to push back these monsters! By then, Let’s just divide the treasure!”

"The enemy!"

The brothers carried the ancient scroll book, closed the door of the treasure house again, and then walked into the newly discovered passage with hands and feet.

…

Hitasil decided to leave this place.

Businessmen should not be suspected, although many businessmen will do whatever it takes to get 300% profit, regardless of all risks.

Hitasil himself often takes some risks, but the risks in front of him are no longer risks!

Have you ever seen a fourth-generation vampire killed directly? Xitasil had seen that a long time ago, when the thirteen clans joined forces to eliminate a traitor, he even made a mistake in the battlefield and got some advantages, but the extermination troops of the thirteen clans also suffered heavy casualties.

That's a fourth-generation vampire, not a scumbag who hangs out on college campuses, falls in love with women, has all kinds of bitter love, and then meets up to watch Breaking Dawn.

He saw with his own eyes that his ancestor was rendered unable to move by a word, then stripped of his strength by another word, and finally returned to the original state by a word.

As the origin of the Fernandez family bloodline, the disappearance of Viscount Fernandez, Xitasil could definitely feel it. Under such circumstances, how could he dare to stay in the manor?

Xitasil felt that he had lost all his money in this business. Tu Shenyi, no, it was Kallen who killed him as a substitute clay figurine. The true blood plan was declared a failure. The most secret power of the Fernandes family, Fernan Viscount Dis was deposed.

But before retreating, Xitasil still found a place.

This was a thought that Viscount Fernandez created with his last strength before turning back into a mummy. Because of the blood relationship, Xitasil was able to hear the last voice of this ancestor.

Another secret hidden by the Fernandez family.

The long spiral staircase... When Hitasil came here, he saw a huge wooden door.

Naturally, this wooden door could not stop Sitasil, he easily pushed it open, and what he saw was filled with all kinds of wealth. From Xitasil's perspective, he can naturally see that the gold and silver here are useless.

However, some of the gems placed here contain weak power, but they are not really good things... Xitasil frowned, what is the use of this ancestor keeping such a treasure as himself?

Will a vampire be short of money?

Xitasil frowned and walked in. After observing carefully, he discovered that there was an exquisite jewelry box placed on the table in the middle.

Xitasil opened the jewelry box, and his intuition told him that the last thing his ancestor wanted him to take away should be the things placed on this table.

"Earrings?" Xitasil frowned and picked up a pair of pearl earrings in the jewelry box.

This pearl is quite big, but the key is... Hitasil didn't see anything special about it.

"There must be some secret that I don't know about." Xitasil frowned, otherwise Viscount Fernandes would not have allowed himself to take such a thing in the end.

Xitasil took a deep breath, thought for a while, and put the earrings on his ears, planning to study them slowly after he went back.

Sitasil turned around and left...the money here had no attraction for him at all.

And if you stay in this place for a second longer, the danger will increase... God knows if you will still be alive when you meet Luo Qiu next time?

"Next time... next time I see you again, I will definitely get you... little cutie."

Xitasil showed an evil smile and finally disappeared into the darkness.

…

…

She staggered a little. The strength of the fourth Viscount Fernandez was too much for her to bear, so she had to hold on to the wall before she could barely move.

At this point she should be called Kallen.

Her head full of white hair swayed as she staggered. She was like a patient recovering from a serious illness. Although the injury was serious, the vampire's self-healing ability has been accelerating the body's recovery.

But she tripped over something and threw herself forward. Kallen fell to the ground, and something fell out of her body. It was a coin.

1 mark coin.

Karen raised her head and wanted to reach out and pick up the coin... Her hand was right in front of her eyes, still some distance away from the coin, but at this moment, her eyes were flashing.

…

There is heavy snow and the sound of bells is ringing all over the streets. This is actually the sound of Christmas songs, on the streets of Berlin, Germany, on Christmas Eve in 1990.

People leave in a hurry, rushing to go home to accompany their relatives, or to meet their lovers. They all have places they want to go, and they are looking forward to it and anxious for it.

Ding ding ding... ding.

Different from the sound of bells in the music, a coin fell to the ground, then rolled, and was about to roll into the sewer of the street.

But in the end, the coin was blocked by a pair of boots, or in other words, it rolled and hit the boots of a pedestrian.

At this time, a messy young man walked over quickly. The young man's eyes were always looking at the ground... He seemed to be the owner of this coin.

When he found that the coin was safe before falling into the sewer, he said happily: "Oh, I still have to thank God, this is my last property."

As he spoke, the young man bent down and picked up the coin.

Only then did the young man notice that the person who blocked the coin that was about to fall into the sewer was a woman, and she was also a beautiful woman.

The young man smiled and muttered: "It seems that I am not without luck."

"Are you unlucky?" the lady suddenly asked, using Chinese language with almost no accent.

But this lady has blond hair and blue eyes, and she looks like a foreigner at first glance.

The young man asked curiously: "Can you speak Chinese?"

The lady nodded casually, her hat already covered with a layer of snow and frost. Her hands were stuck in the pockets of her coat, and her face was a little pale, as if she had been frozen.

"You haven't told me yet that you are unlucky?" the lady asked again.

The young man shrugged, then rubbed his palms, which were stiff from freezing, and said casually: "I just bet with others, and I lost all my money, and only this 1-mark coin was left. I don’t even know how it happened to me yet.”

The lady said calmly: "Does it mean you are unlucky if you lose money in gambling? There are many unlucky people in the world."

The young man said at this time: "What if we are betting on luck? Just pure luck, even if I use some skills, the result is still unbeatable?"

"Oh?" The lady looked sideways slightly, as if she had discovered something interesting. She suddenly glanced at the young man's hands.

The fingers were slender, but she could tell that the ten fingers of these hands were stronger than ordinary people and must be very flexible.

The young man laughed at himself: "I have never lost before, but I lost completely this time, and I lost to a person who doesn't know how to gamble... I lost to his luck that seemed to be a gift from the goddess of luck." .”

"Are you very good at gambling?" the lady asked calmly.

The young man smiled confidently, picked up the 1-mark coin between his fingers, and raised it, "Do you believe that I can use it to buy that building in one night?"

He pointed to a building across the road with the coin between his fingers.