Trafford’s Trading Club

  Chapter 2259 That name

  Deep space restricted area.

  Two powerful beings are now hiding in the corpse of a dead Void Primal Demon.

  They come from a certain organization that specializes in selling all kinds of information—the "Secret Society" that has recorders in a large number of sub-worlds.

  There are two peculiar objects that need to be monitored-the source of intelligence is an anonymous lone person.

  This surveillance is mainly to determine the value of the intelligence object, so that the anonymous lone traveler can be paid. This is a very easy job, especially since they are very good at hiding themselves.

"what is that?"

   "Light...no, meteor?"

"not good…"

  A dazzling meteor flew by, and the wreckage of the Void Primordial Demon instantly turned into the smallest dust in the world—including those hiding in the remains of the Void Primordial Demon...they.

  They didn’t even have time to send out any messages.

  In the distance, still on the big floating rock, Wang Xiaohu squatted his mouth, "He is heavy...too weak."

  It then dug a stone, polished it into a skewer, and then skewered a piece of raw meat. This time I stopped baking, sprinkled some spices and handed it directly to Wang Xiaolong.

  "There is a chance to let you taste the hand-made fish **** I made by myself!"

  Wang Xiaohu suddenly laughed proudly.

   "Where to go next." Wang Xiaolong was silent for a long time before he raised a question.

  Since this period of time, Wang Xiaolong’s problems have gradually increased...This is a good thing, which means that Wang Xiaolong’s growth rate is gratifying, and it is naturally a good thing for Wang Xiaohu himself.

  It is rare that it was in the deep space restricted area and encountered a guy who seemed to be his own kind.

  "Where not to go, just stroll around." Wang Xiaohu said casually: "These guys will continue to enter the deep-space restricted zone, and they will be able to meet a few if they walk around. At present, there is enough for us."

   "Why come." Wang Xiaolong continued to think.

  Wang Xiaohu said nonchalantly: “I heard that someone developed a new secret place here. There may be things they want... But in fact, it’s just a trap.”

   "Trap?" Wang Xiaolong showed a thoughtful look.

  Wang Xiaohu thought for a while and said: "I went in and watched it quietly. It seems that she is a little girl with a terrible personality, and there is also a bureau made by a terrible old man. As for what they want to do, I did not ask.

   "That old man is very powerful?" Wang Xiaolong subconsciously asked.

"The old man is a trash... the dangerous little girl, she is completely mentally ill." Wang Xiaohu said: "What about it? No matter what they want to do, isn't it enough to attract us food. To get rich," The two of us need to develop first!"

   "Yeah." Wang Xiaolong nodded, "I just remembered that there is a place with what we need."

   "Where?" Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but become interested.

   "Holy Light Kingdom." Wang Xiaolong said slowly.

   "Where?" Wang Xiaohu's eyes suddenly brightened.

   "I didn't remember." Wang Xiaolong shook his head.

   "My stupid Odoudou!"

  Wang Xiaolong felt it was time to show his majesty as a big brother. After eating the skewers in his hand, he hanged Wang Xiaolong and beat him up.

  This is the daily life of Dragon and Tiger Brothers on Deep Space Street.

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  【The City of God Blessing】.

  Kelly is lying flat on the metal bed of a special deconstructed room...Here, it smells like a research room.

  Mr. Azaches said that this is a place used by internal researchers of [God Bless the Holy See] for research purposes.

  In the room, a bunch of weird shapes, and I don’t know what driven instruments were used, were randomly piled in the corner, leaving only a usable metal bed...operating table?

  The owner of the dungeon, Ellen, was carefully pulling out the last steel needle for Kelly at this time.

  Mr. Azaches stood beside him, watching the whole process quietly.

  "Where did you get the technology of [Mind Rewriting]."

"Fifteen years ago, the Holy See was dilapidated, and the headquarters of the Holy See was like an undefended treasure house." Alan's hands were very stable, and even the person under surveillance was not at all flustered, "How many things were there at that time? , Can you count."

  Mr. Asaches said: "You have a lot of [God Bless the Holy See] legacy on hand?"

   "Gather some." The owner of the dungeon chuckled lightly. "If Lord Earl is interested, I will send it back later."

  The process of removing the steel needle was very smooth. The owner of the dungeon didn't play any tricks in the middle...Mr. Azaches glanced at Keli, who had not yet woken up, frowned and said, "What do you want?"

   "Life." Allen, the owner of the dungeon, said slowly at this time: "I need to survive."

  Speaking, he stretched out his arms and rolled up his sleeves...The arm under the sleeves actually looked like a rotting corpse.

  "Your body?"

"I was eroded by some substance." The owner of the dungeon rolled down his sleeves. "It constantly erodes my body and allows me to foresee my own death. I have tried all the treatments I can think of...except for one. ."

  "Do you want the blood that I have given you?"

The owner of the dungeon said indifferently: "I want to see you. I have tried everything in the past few years, but Nosta has become my biggest obstacle. The turmoil last night is my last fight... I should support Not next month."

   "If I don't promise you, what can you do." Mr. Asaches sneered, "Are you planning to use Klily's life to blackmail me?"

   "I have no choice, do I." The owner of the dungeon said calmly.

Mr. Asaches said indifferently: "The metal collar you put on Kelly's body is nothing more than ordinary metal. I have seen it...not to mention now, even when [God Bless the Holy See] is still there. , There is no such remote control technology."

  The owner of the dungeon remained calm, and even chuckled softly: "If you don't care about Miss Kelili, Lord Earl, you can try it."

  Mr. Azaches said: "Try it, try it."

  Without any hesitation, he directly stretched out his hands and directly pinched the metal collar around Kelili’s neck...instantly crushed it.

  This was a bit unexpected, and the owner of the dungeon was silent for a moment.

"I told Kelly, I know everything you know, and even more than you. Because, here..." Asathes tapped his head and said calmly: "Almost installed one. civilization."

  Happiness—!

  The owner of the dungeon suddenly applauded for this, and said with a chuckle: "Master Earl never thought about it, in case it really explodes."

"Of course." Mr. Azaches raised his hands indifferently. "Here, I am covered with special power. Klili's body also has the power covered by me. Even if it explodes, I can't reach her... This is what you want, strength."

  Unexpectedly! Stupid! Labor and capital have plug-ins!

  The owner of the dungeon sighed slowly.

He backed up two steps, then slowly fell to his knees on one knee, "I will be your most loyal servant. During this time, Lord Earl, when you ignore government affairs, [City of Gods] is in mine. Under the rules, it is very stable. I have already embodied my value."

  Kneel to survive?

  This should be a proud guy... Judging from his performance, there is no doubt about it-but now that he can kneel down, it seems to be enough to prove that he has come to an end.

  Everything seems very reasonable.

  The air is quiet, and the owner of the dungeon, Allen, is hanging his head at this time, motionless...but Azaches can hear his heartbeat.

  The heartbeat is...beating with a hint of tension and anxiety.

   "What is eroding your body."

  Allen then slowly raised his head, "It's something called [Wan Su]."

  "[Wan Su]?" Mr. Assaches frowned, but said calmly: "How did you get it... Tell me what happened."

The owner of the dungeon said: "I have been collecting the heritage of the Holy See. A few years ago, I received a weird box in the hands of a homeless man. From the homeless man, I know that it contains a kind of 】’S material is one of the results of many years of research by 【God Bless the Holy See】."

   "The tramp?"

"He is probably a clergyman who remained after the defeat of the Holy See, or even a member of the research institute. He has been protecting this box, but it is a pity that his body may also be contaminated... It is also likely to be inside the box. [ Wan Su] was polluted. When he died, his body rotted directly, just like I am now."

  The owner of the dungeon shook his head: "I was greedy for a while and opened the box... As a result, it is what it looks like now."

   "Is the box still there?" Mr. Asaches asked indifferently.

  The owner of the dungeon said: "The box is still there, but [Wan Su] has disappeared... One day, it suddenly vaporized."

  Mr. Asaches is pondering.

  Time is lost again.

  For a long time, he slowly said: "You can live in the castle for now."

  The owner of the dungeon instantly ignited hope in his eyes, and stared at Azaches.

"But I won't give you a first embrace right away." Mr. Azaches said indifferently: "Because I am afraid... I am afraid that the strange toxins on you will erode me back. I am even more afraid. You will kill someone in order to kill one. Vampires even prefer to use themselves as bait."

   "I have no reason to do this." The owner of the dungeon took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

   "Others may not have it." Mr. Asaches smiled and said, "But you...you don't have to."

The owner of   dungeon seemed a little surprised.

  Mr. Azaches suddenly patted Alan on the shoulder, "Anyway, you should also live here. When I have studied the things in your body clearly, there is no problem. I will give you what you want."

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  【Wan Su】.

  After leaving the research room, Mr. Asaches was thinking of this kind of thing—he knew [Wan Su]... far more than Alan said.

  On the ground, he almost collected all the documents of [God Bless the Holy See] that could be collected.

  Furthermore, when the Holy See retired, there was no time to destroy all the information, and there were still many remnants.

  【Vansu】, is the energy that 【God Bless the Holy See】 has been studying, it is called 【Eternal Power】.

  【Eternal Power】…Perpetual motion machine?

  The Free City where Azaches was born also has the Basic Law. There is no such thing as a perpetual motion machine, and he is a scumbag of [Free City Academy] knows it.

  This thing is impossible to make.

However, judging from the remaining data of the [God Bless the Holy See], they seemed to have really made a major breakthrough in this research at the time... even vaguely mentioned that they are about to successfully produce a stable [eternal power]. —【Wansu Miner Mother】.

  It's a pity that the laboratory where the [Vansu Miner Mother] was made has been destroyed, everything inside has been annihilated, and there is no trace of it left.

   "It's not good, Lord Earl—!"

  Two black-armored warriors came hurriedly and knelt in front of Azaches.

"what's up?"

   "Master Earl! Master Nosta... Nosta, was found dead in prison!"

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  The hook used for hanging, hovering quietly.

  On the icy floor, only a set of dirty clothes remained... Mr. Azaches was standing outside the cage at this time.

  Nostar is dead.

  And he died very deep...He could feel this—because there was still a huge sense of despair, anger, and resentment in the cage.

  This is the last remaining mind of Nostar.

  "I'm sorry! Lord Earl, it was our negligence for a while and failed to take care of him... Lord Earl, forgive me!"

Behind   , a group of black armored warriors knelt in horror.

  "A momentary negligence?" Azaches said blankly: "I didn't take care of it? Do you think Nostar will commit suicide."

  The black armored warriors were in horror.

   "No, you know that he will not commit suicide." Azaches shook his head, "You even know who killed him, you just don't dare to say it."

  The black armored fighters couldn't help but tremble slightly.

   "Gather all the black armors." Asathes waved his hand, he directly ordered: "It's all! If anyone doesn't come, kill him."

  The black armored warriors slowly stood up.

  Axases said calmly at this time: "Don't worry, here, none of them are murderers. But if you can't summon all the black armors, then you should also judge the crime as the murderer."

  They didn't even dare to hesitate at this moment, they just used the fastest speed, but summoned all the black armored fighters in the entire [City of Gods and Blessing].

In the dim cell, Mr. Asaches suddenly sighed, "Is this dead... That's fine, it's a relief. Norstar, after you die, will your soul return to the City of Freedom? …Is it free?"

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  In the dark, it seemed to be pushed to this place by an incredible pair of hands.

  [God Bless the Holy See] In front of a broken tower in the ruins of the headquarters.

  This area was destroyed after the Great War fifteen years ago, and it has not been repaired after the Great War. It was just thrown away and let the wind and rain corrode.

  The moss is mottled.

  Medanzo couldn't help frowning...Last night, he slipped away in the chaos, and has been hiding since then—as if he felt the call, it had already come here when he came back to his senses.

  What will this be?

  Medanzo didn't know, with each step of the deepening of the tower, the feeling of being in the dark became stronger.

  It seems that the tower was once used to live-but who lives in it is not known for the time being.

  Up the spiral staircase, Medanzo passed through a room, looking at the names engraved on the door of the room...probably, it was the name of the owner of the room.

  It is about to climb to the top of the tower.

  At this moment, Medanzo stopped and his eyes fell on one of the last rooms.

  It silently looked at the name engraved on the door of the room.

"How could it be, this name?" Medanzo's face was filled with all kinds of incredible colors, as if a thunder rang in his mind, and finally read the name engraved on the door: "Elo Sim... why do you also appear in the [Book of Gaia]?!"

  It slammed open the door.

  (End of this chapter)