Trafford’s Trading Club

"Belief?"

Listening to Scathach's words, Lucifer once again looked at Bucky lying on the ground. This time Her Majesty the Queen of Hell really frowned.

Scathach said: "Can't you see what you said now?"

Lucifer could only shake his head and said rather helplessly: "Although there is no lack of memory knowledge, my current body is no different from ordinary humans. It not only has physiological needs, but also hunger. But it is even more ridiculous. Yes, my blood still contains power."

"What an incredible confinement method." Scathach heard this and shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid this completely separates your spirit from your strength, but at the same time blends it into an independent individual."

This is Lucifer, one of the highest-ranking kings in hell besides the abyss, yet he so easily...

Lucifer was silent for a moment. She could basically explain everything in the world, but I'm afraid she could only explain the true thoughts behind the power that imprisoned her.

She can't, and I'm afraid He can't either.

Maybe He will know more, otherwise, He wouldn't have...

"What are you thinking about?" Scathach's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Or should I say, what are you thinking about?"

Lucifer said calmly: "Just recalling some old things, nothing... Let's talk about this guy. Scathach, what do you think?"

As a summoned spirit, Scathach is often unable to go against the will of the summoner. Of course, there are cases in history where summoned spirits resisted the summoner and succeeded, but that was also the case when the summoner overestimated his capabilities and took advantage of opportunities far beyond his own rank. It's just called out by the summoning spirit.

As for Lucifer... this is the Queen of Hell, and in terms of rank, she is even higher than her.

"Look at these."

At this time, Scathach quickly took over Lucifer's words, and at the same time grabbed Bucky's arm, "I checked carefully on the way back. The reason why he can use spells with holy power, with the help of The two rings on his hand are the two. In addition, he also wears a hidden miter on his head. This miter is a bit interesting. It can continuously absorb the power of faith, and there seems to be a tiny inner one. , the growing subspace..."

Lucifer also looked at the two rings that Bucky was wearing, and his expression became serious, "These are not props that can be created with modern magic technology. Looking at the patterns on the rings, they look like ancient Babylon." A product of the period... Scathach, can the miter on his head be exposed?"

The Queen of Shadow Kingdom did not answer, but simply stretched out her hand and nodded on Bucky's forehead. Immediately, an emerald-green crown made of olive branches and leaves emerged from Bucky's forehead.

Lucifer tried to take off the crown, but failed in the end.

"I also tried to take off this crown and study it carefully, but it seems to have been completely bound to this guy's soul... Although it can be forcibly divided, my intuition tells me that it will be very troublesome if it is forcibly divided. ...Well, Your Highness Lucifer, you seem to recognize this miter?”

Lucifer's face was terrifyingly gloomy at this time. He stared at the miter on Bucky's head and whispered, "Are you kidding me? This thing was already... the Tower of Babel!"

"Tower of Babel?" Scathach opened his mouth in surprise and asked in confusion: "Tower of Babel? Is this miter the legendary Tower of Babel?"

Lucifer nodded, "That happened a long time ago. Mortals wanted to build a road to heaven, so they built the Tower of Babel. Its existence offended Him, and finally God sent down its wrath... But back then The one who carries out the judgment is the old me.”

"You destroyed the Tower of Babel, but it appears again now?" Scathach frowned and said, "Then maybe what you destroyed was not the real Tower of Babel?"

"No, I personally destroyed the Tower of Babel that reached the sky." Lucifer shook his head and said: "Although those Babylonians were smart and even touched God's restricted area, they are still fundamentally different from us and cannot surpass them. The gap... In the self-formed subspace inside this crown, I am afraid that there is another Tower of Babel. This is probably a replica of the original Tower of Babel, or a defective product in reserve... Bucky Ah Bucky, I gave you the protection of luck, but I never thought that your luck would be such a good day...or should I say, my luck?"

"Your Majesty Lucifer?" Scathach called in a low voice. Lucifer looked a little crazy at this moment.

"I can hear it, Scathach."

Lucifer took a deep breath at this time and sneered: "You can completely invalidate my contract, give Bucky another Tower of Babel, and even allow his semi-transformed demon body to naturally use the power of conflicting attributes. …And the punishment I received when I was chasing Bucky, isn’t it already obvious?”

"Sure enough." Scathach shook his head, and then said helplessly: "This is probably the worst case scenario. Your Majesty Lucifer... As far as its existence is concerned, guests will be protected."

But Lucifer smiled nonchalantly at this moment, then stepped on Bucky's face with his foot, narrowed his eyes and said: "Who said I have to deal with Bucky... I was this guy back then. Only those who are willing to give him that level of contract are useful. But compared to his current situation, the meaning of wanting his soul at the beginning is not that big... Babel, the road to heaven. Bucky, you really showed me It’s great that it’s here, something very good, how should I reward you?”

"Tower of Babel...I see." Scathach looked at Lucifer indifferently, "The goal is...heaven."

"Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, as a demigod and immortal, do you have the courage to challenge the guy at the top of the divine pyramid?"

Scathach was silent for a while, then slowly said: "It's worth trying."

"Ah... now I slowly have an idea in my mind."

Lucifer stepped on it a few more times, "Let me improve it. Scathach, how about we send this lucky guy back first? The Tower of Babel was originally born to eat the faith of millions of people. Yes, and now, if it doesn’t eat enough, it won’t be able to grow.”

"I'm afraid this requires a huge amount of faith."

Scathach knew that this would probably be a long process. Of course, for her and Lucifer who were immortal, no matter how long the time was, it would be meaningless as long as the purpose became meaningful.

"Then let's feed it as much as we can..."

Lucifer smiled, "How about a new religion that can compete with His legacy in this world... We put Bucky on the real altar!"

Bucky, who didn't know that he was being plotted by two ten thousand-year-old monsters, suddenly turned around, then stretched out his hand to rub his butt/butt, with a lick in his mouth, obviously sleeping very hard. Fragrant, very fragrant.

…

"Hello!!"

After sneezing suddenly, Bucky felt his whole body trembling, but at the same time he woke up. After waking up, Bucky found that the place deep inside him seemed to be a rooftop.

At the same time, all the clothes on his body were gone, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs. Even so, judging from the current hot weather, he shouldn't feel cold, right?

It always feels like being thrown into an ice cellar and frozen for several hours, right? But then again... why was he stripped naked and then left on the rooftop? If you look down from here, it seems that this is the rooftop of the hotel for the birthday dinner?

Rooftop... Bucky looked around him and suddenly shuddered again. This time it was not because of the cold, but because a very bad memory suddenly came to mind.

It seemed that he had been thrown on the rooftop before, suffering from hunger and cold, and almost lost his life... Could it be that this time it was also the black maid lady's arm?

Bucky suddenly jumped up, then looked around him in a panic until no one could be seen, and then stopped again.

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang in the darkness. Bucky was startled, but found a mobile phone on the ground and it was his own mobile phone.

This made Bucky Leng look confused. He didn't know how he passed out. He didn't know who took off his clothes, and then actually left his cell phone behind.

"Lord Messenger! Lord Messenger! Can you hear me?"

After the call was connected, it was Mr. Besson's voice... Bucky frowned, and then asked directly: "Besson, what happened?"

"What happened?" Mr. Besson on the other end of the phone asked curiously: "Mr. Saint-Fran told me that you are a little tired after discussing life with Miss Cosney tonight, so you need to take a rest. But I'll check the time. It’s already very late, we should go back, so I had to call you.”

Let me discuss your sister...

No, the employer didn't touch the girl at all. He wanted to ask questions at first, but why did he suddenly fall down... The girl must have been under a charm spell and couldn't resist, right?

Bucky subconsciously touched the back of his neck. He always felt that this place was a little uncomfortable... Could it be that he had been lying on the ground for too long and had a stiff neck or something?

"Ming... where is St. Franco now?" Bucky suddenly asked.

"Oh, Mr. Saint-France is still in the hotel. He must have drank too much during the banquet and is resting now." Mr. Besson said quickly: "By the way, Miss Cosney also showed up later and expressed to me, Under your inspiration, she is willing to join us."

what's the situation?

Could it be that Brother Ming is behind this?

Bucky subconsciously reached out and touched his face, and soon took out a thin membrane from it. This thing was put on his face by some kind of force. Most people would not say that it was taken off, but they would even find it. It can't be done either.

This thing is still there, so that means that my identity has not been discovered by Brother Ming?

That's not right... If you can knock yourself out without being noticed, it's probably beyond the level of ordinary people? Could it be that Brother Ming actually had some special experiences, even the same as himself?

Since I have it, why can’t Brother Ming have it?

Thinking of this, Bucky's plan to directly copy the guy in front of Brother Ming and throw him a charm spell was abandoned.

"Sir Messenger? Sir Messenger?"

"Stop shouting! Come and pick me up right now!" Bucky was a little annoyed at this time: "I'm on the rooftop of the hotel! Come here quickly, and bring me a set of clothes!"

"Yes! I'll come right away!"

Not long after, Bucky got into the car he came in and rushed back to his manor.

…

At the same time, the news that the 'Messenger of God' appeared again and left in a hurry reached the ears of Mr. Saint Fran who was resting.

"We don't know how much this messenger knows about you, but obviously, I still have to go and see him in person." Mr. Saint-Fran looked at Cosni and said calmly: "Maybe we can discuss cooperation directly. "

"But, will he be so obedient?" Kesini was skeptical.

"Isn't the goal of creating such a church, collecting money from believers, playing with female believers, etc. already clear?" St. Franco said calmly at this time: "If he has the ability to help me ascend to the throne of this country, then I can give him a lot of room for development, but it is just mutual use. Since it is profitable, how can a smart person refuse?"

"Then do I still need to go there?" Kesni asked again.

Mr. St. Franco laughed strangely a few times, then gently grabbed Kesni's chin, "Of course, and I will send you there myself."

…

Snapped! !

In the manor, the door to the bedroom of the 'Messenger of God' was suddenly opened, and the messenger walked directly in, kicked out all the girls who had been waiting inside, and closed the door.

Bucky now closed all the curtains in the dormitory, and then checked again that all the doors and windows were locked and that no one could be hiding in the room, and then he ducked under the bed.

He pried open the floor under the bed, then took out the club pad from the hidden compartment under the floor, and clicked directly into the special request interface.

"Well... the consulting project... we have it, here! Please type out the questions you need to consult? OK!" Bucky licked his lips and typed directly: Is Brother Ming an ordinary human being?

"Damn it...there are 50 units for this question? Isn't it too dark?"

Although he was a little heartbroken, Bucky directly bought the answer. The answer was that Brother Ming was an ordinary person.

"No, if it's not Brother Ming, who is it?" Bucky frowned and had to enter the question again: Who was the murderer who knocked me out tonight and left me still on the rooftop?

After this, Bucky's eyes suddenly widened. Because he saw the units of faith that needed to be consumed to purchase the answer to this question.

One hundred thousand units!

"Throwing me on the rooftop and letting me freeze is so obvious! I know it must be you, the black guy! He must be trying to deceive all my faith from me!! I You won’t fall into the trap!”

I, Bucky, am witty!

Bucky raised his head suddenly, and then hit the bed directly...