Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 2100 Boss Luo's Glass Shoes

"Did you kill these people? They are so neat, they seem to be doing this thing."

Hearing that, Mr. Azaches almost didn't press the guy in front of him on the sofa, and then locked his throat.

Ludick, this guy who grew up with himself in childhood, and his life trajectory is different when he grows up.

"Don't make trouble, I have more important things to tell you."

The campus principal just arrived at [Rosé Mansion]... Originally, according to his schedule, after leaving the orphanage, he should be returning to [Freedom City Academy], and then he was called by Azaches come.

It’s the kind of 【If you don’t come, you will regret it, huh! ]...... Such a tone.

The head of the campus actually came because he felt that the last word [hum] in Asaches was really spiritual, and the heart was touched, so he came.

Mr. Asaches directly led Ludi Kla into a side hall.

"Mr. Lival, please have tea."

"Thanks, Miss Kelly." Lival sat down and took a look at Kelly before suddenly saying, "It seems that you are not going to agree to the campus principal's suggestion, right."

"How do you know..." The maid said in surprise.

Lival said indifferently: "If you agree, your expression will not look so relaxed, it should be because you are more nervous."

Kelly touched her cheek subconsciously... This kind of thing can also be seen by her expression.

"It's fine if you don't agree." Lival shook his head, "Just assume that this hasn't happened, and it's rotten in the stomach. It's good for everyone."

Clilly hesitated, and asked in a low voice: "But...will the campus principal blame me?"

"He doesn't have only one choice." Lival said casually: "Of course, if you can agree, he will naturally have two candidates, which will be more secure."

Kelly couldn't help smiling bitterly: "The adult's world is really complicated."

"The adults' world is not complicated." Lival said, "The adults' world is just more direct... By the way, the residents of the mansion are gone."

Kelly couldn't help showing a distressed look, and sighed: "What should I say... In short, we have no stand to ask the whereabouts of the residents."

In fact, the boss of Azaches has always followed a basic rule.

He runs a hotel where guests will check in when they come, and they will check out when they want to leave... He does not take the initiative to gossip about the stay of the guests, let alone ask where the guests will go during the day.

He just kept lighting up in the lobby of the mansion, either Klili, or himself-there is always someone waiting to open the door.

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It took about twenty minutes before Mr. Asaches and the head of campus walked out of the room.

The head of the campus looked the same as after entering, only Mr. Asaches rolled his eyes.

"Lival, call a few people over and dispose of these corpses." The campus principal said directly now.

To Kelly's surprise, Mr. Lival didn't even hesitate for such an order, and immediately called-this is a corpse, not a debris.

Only Mr. Asaches frowned and asked, "Handle? What are you going to do?"

The campus chief said calmly: "Since you came to me to deal with this matter, you shouldn't ask how I deal with it, otherwise you can only find someone else, the poor Azaches."

Boss Assaches felt that when this guy entered the door, he should have pressed his throat.

Soon, a car came outside the mansion... an ambulance, a few guys in full protective clothing walked down from the car, and directly moved the bodies of the Fahiji people and left quickly. It took less than five minutes before and after.

Azaches glanced at the sign on the ambulance. He knew where Ludick was going to move the body.

The hospital... and it's the hospital under the name of Ludick's family—perhaps, the morgue.

"I have never been here."

"I haven't seen you either."

When bidding farewell, Mr. Asaches and Ludick spoke to each other in a tacit understanding.

"Kelly, look at the house, I have something to do, and I have to go out." After a while, Asathes and the maid of the mansion said: "If something dangerous happens, don't hesitate to go directly That lady Yuya ran to the room."

"what?"

"I don't know if she can do it if she doesn't save me." Mr. Azaches said seriously at this time: "But if it is disturbed, I think she will probably respond... Well, you It can even be said, [Someone is saying bad things about Mr. Luo, Miss Yuya]...like this."

"I... I think the person who will be killed, but maybe it's me?"

Mr. Asaches went out anyway.

The little maid in the mansion only grabbed the broom nervously and squatted at the counter in the lobby, keeping her eyes on the room upstairs from Miss Youya.

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"Welcome, what can help you...Huh? You are not the one from yesterday?"

In the clothing store, Miss Asman, a tailor who was finishing her clothes with a steam iron, heard the movement. When she turned her body, she saw a customer who bought only one button yesterday.

"I'm bothering you again, Miss Asman." Boss Luo said with a slight smile.

Miss Asman was taken aback, and immediately put down the iron in a frantic manner. After wiping her hands on her waist, she said: "Don't bother...Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

I saw Boss Luo take out a camera at this time, smiled and said: "That’s it, I actually came to the [Freedom City] this time as a traveler. I want to shoot a group about [Freedom City]. ] Humanities and customs photos. I hope Miss Asman can let me visit some of your shops and studios... As an old store for more than a century, there must be many things that have witnessed the history of [Freedom City]."

"Huh?" There are many people who look for her to make clothes, and some even want to pursue her... But it was the first time she met those who wanted to visit and film, so she couldn't help but hesitate, "Sir, are you That kind of...travel journalist?"

"Almost." Boss Luo said: "I do have the habit of recording interesting experiences on the road...will it be embarrassing."

Miss Asman thought for a while and shook her head, "This is not enough. The order for the Holy Maiden Ceremony has almost been delivered. I have some free time now... Come with me."

"Don't worry, I want to start with the storefront first." Boss Luo said: "Is the decoration here the same as before."

"Yes, except for the exterior facade which has been refurbished several times, most of the decoration and furniture in the store have not changed much except after maintenance... At least, it has been this since my father took over. It looks like."

I saw Boss Luo constantly fiddling with the camera in his hand, looking very professional.

The old photographer... Miss Asman suddenly had this idea.

"It's okay here, can I go inside and visit."

"Oh... well, ok, please here."

This is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing, and Miss Asman still has some reaction...It should be rejected, but why did she agree so quickly and so naturally?

With this doubt in her mind, Miss Asman welcomed Boss Luo into the inner part of the clothing store.

The store, the living room, and the studio...here, directly constitute the whole life of Miss Asman.

In the studio, Miss Asman is introducing those tools that have basically been eliminated by the times, each of which is quite old, although old, it is also well maintained.

It is an exceptionally clean studio, and exudes the delicateness unique to women at first.

"By the way, I remembered one thing." Miss Asman said suddenly at this time.

Boss Luo gave a look, please go on.

After this Miss Asman hesitated for a while, she silently pulled out a heavy photo album from the shelf beside her, "There is a photo that I want you to see... Maybe you can answer me some doubt."

With that said, Miss Asman carefully pulled out an old photo from the album, "This person in the photo..."

The reason to be careful is that the photo itself is a piece of glass.

"Like my female companion yesterday, right?" Boss Luo said directly after taking a look.

Miss Asman nodded, "It is very similar, and even the body shape is basically the same... But this album has been handed down to my grandfather, and before my grandfather, I didn't even know it was How long has it been there."

"This kind of work is a wet version of photography, and it can last a hundred years without saying anything." Boss Luo smiled slightly: "A hundred years is enough to reflect its value."

Miss Asman shook her head, "I don't have much research on this...I only cut clothes."

Boss Luo said casually: "Since this may be a photo from a hundred years ago, Miss Asman thinks it has something to do with my female companion."

"That's true." Miss Asman nodded. "Maybe I was thinking too much, and there is not no similar person in the world... Sorry, it bothers you, sir."

"Miss Asman, can this photo be transferred to me." Boss Luo suddenly asked at this time.

"transfer?"

Boss Luo nodded: "Since the lady in this photo is so similar to my female partner, I think it will be a good surprise."

Miss Asman shook her head: "Sir, you are very kind to your female partner. It really touched me. But, after all, this is passed down from the family, although it is just a worthless thing, but I miss me There is also an obligation to preserve them."

"Have you decided so soon, Miss Asman." Boss Luo said: "Since I'm talking about transfer, don't you want to listen to my offer?"

"This..." Miss Asman frowned, but still patiently said: "Well, sir, how are you going to make a price?"

"What do you think of this thing." Boss Luo pointed to the workbench beside him.

Miss Asman looked over subconsciously, "Here...when is there an extra box here, why don't I know?"

She looked at the strange travel photographer hesitantly.

"open to take a look."

It was like a whisper from deep in her heart...Miss Assman subconsciously walked to the workbench and stretched out her hand to slowly open the box in front of her.

"This is... shoes?"

She saw the contents of the box, a pair of shoes, a pair of delicate transparent glass shoes.

"This pair of shoes comes with a magic, which can make you noticeable." Boss Luo's voice sounded softly: "But the magic will fail at midnight...Of course, if you use it well, you might be able to make Ass Miss Man, do what you want to do."

"Sir, you are really kidding!" Miss Asman shook her head.

But when she turned around, she found that Boss Luo was gone... She was taken aback, and quickly walked to the table where the album was placed, but saw that there was no loss of any photos in the album, especially the glass. The photos made are even better.

Miss Asman couldn't help frowning, and hurriedly walked out of the studio, but after searching inside and outside the clothing store, she couldn't find anyone, so she had to return to her studio with confusion.

At this moment, Miss Asman subconsciously looked at the box.

Those glass shoes are still here.

Glass shoes with magic... Cinderella glass shoes? Miss Asman still shook her head, thinking this was a little strange.

She closed the box directly, then put it aside, planning to return it to him after meeting this strange photographer next time...should she come again?

Miss Asman thought so, and walked out of the studio.

Squeak—the door closed slowly.

But when the door was completely closed, it suddenly opened again, and Miss Asman walked quickly to the box, pressing her hands on the box.

She bit her lip, and even tapped her fingers quickly on the box... With her gaze, Miss Asman seemed to have made a decision, so she opened the box again, and then carefully picked up one of the glass shoes.

She placed the glass shoes under the light, her eyes gradually blurred, "Try it, doesn't it matter? Anyway, I won't really wear them out..."

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Mr. Asaches wore a trench coat and a hat.

He put his hands in the bag, but wandered in front of an old small building-I don't know what he was hesitating, but he looked up from time to time and looked at the attic position of the small building.

For a while, after hesitating, Mr. Asaches seemed to have made a decision-instead of entering the small building, he planned to leave.

Turn around and leave.

But at this moment, the door of the small building suddenly opened, and a guy in black clothes and a hood was standing in front of the door.

Mr. Assaches couldn't help frowning. He looked around the street from side to side, then he gritted his teeth and walked to the door of the small building. At the same time, he saw clearly what the guy with the hood looked like.

It's a guy with very uncoordinated facial skin and complexion... the rosy ones, the pale ones, just like new skin.

It was the severely burned guy who arrived in front of the orphanage last night!

The moment he met his gaze, Mr. Asaches recognized the man with the hood.

"You are... Robert, the nephew of Teacher Calvin?" Mr. Asaches asked tentatively.

"Please come in." The hooded man just nodded his head slightly. "Mr. Calvin said you are almost back, let me wait for you here."

Mr. Asaches blinked and said abruptly, "I don't want to go in now."

The man in the hood was expressionless, he just turned and walked into the house... without closing the door.

Mr. Asaches shrugged, and muttered, "It looks like a guy with no sense of humor."

...

"Just your skin."

This is the first sentence spoken by the Caled writer after Mr. Azaches saw the Caled writer.

(End of this chapter)