Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1273 The Young Knight

"What, didn't you check in?!"

Satellite video communication... on the screen, Peter Chen was so sweaty that he didn't dare to look at it... It stands to reason that he is also in his thirties, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid of a girl in her early twenties.

But the one in front of him who was communicating on the video screen, the witch who would dare to fire the president of the Wudu branch directly without a word of disagreement, really didn't expect him to become cautious.

"Miss Ying, to be precise, it's just that the lady you mentioned didn't go to the room we arranged, but stayed in Master Qiu's suite..."

"What! Can you still let her go to the hotel? Didn't I say there was a 'traffic jam' first!!"

Chen Peter wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, "Miss...that lady boarded the car with Master Qiu, we can't block it..."

"Incompetent work!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Peter Chen was even more panicked, fearing that the position of experience in the operation department had not come to an end.

Unexpectedly, Ms. Ying on the other side of the earth let out a sigh of relief, waved her hands and said, "Forget it, you worked hard today, and you can make up for half a day off next week, which should be your compensation for today."

Chen Peter was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that things got messed up and he could make up for half a day off. He was overjoyed on the spot: "Thank you, Ms. Ying!"

"Hmph, if things could be done well, I planned to grant you a week of paid vacation. Now it's gone, and I won't have this opportunity in the future."

"Thank... Thank you, Miss Ying." He couldn't laugh or cry—of course, his face was more bitter.

As soon as the video communication was turned off, Ms. Ying on the other side of the earth leaned back, the chair seemed to be broken, and she muttered, "I can't tell... it really is the gene of the Song family."

Whether it's that bitch-like uncle Song Haoran, or her beloved grandfather, in fact, there has never been such a taboo against women.She grew up in such a family that relied entirely on gangsters, and this was even more commonplace.

But apart from the deceased grandma, my grandfather never planned to straighten the women around him.As for Song Haoran, he doesn't have any intention of getting married either...

What do I think these are for? ? ?
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In the foggy city, on this rare sunny afternoon, in front of a five-story old building by the Thames River, a Beetle with a high degree of freshness slowly stopped.

After that, two elegant men in suits and leather shoes got out of the car.One of them was older, about 35 years old, capable.

The other one is obviously much younger, a young man in his early 20s, with blond hair, immature and energetic, holding a long object wrapped in a brown cloth in his hand.

On a few steps, in front of the door of the small building, there was already a black man in a black windbreaker with a blindfold on his left eye waiting.

The older gentleman smiled slightly and greeted the one-eyed black man, "Nick, you should change the style and color of the blindfold."

A one-eyed black man... Nick obviously thought that he was a serious person. At this time, the remaining eyes did not look sideways, and he said calmly: "Gareth, the host and hostess of this house have gone out now, you have half an hour at most. Time, let the woman who is the owner of this house get rid of the evil spirits."

"Only half an hour?" The spirited young man next to the middle-aged gentleman was taken aback.

The black Nick said slowly: "Because I need at least 15 minutes to deal with the aftermath, and I can't guarantee whether the hostess and hostess of this house will come back early."

"OK." Gareth patted Nick on the shoulder lightly, "Take it easy, friend. I'll be over before the time is up...are you really thinking about getting a new blindfold? I always feel like you And like the one in the movie."

Nick opened the door behind him very directly.

Gareth shrugged, then smiled and led the following young people into the house... Nick didn't close the door until the two walked in.

The Knights of the Round Table Organization, one of the oldest organizations on the land of Britain, has been guarding the peace of this land since its inception... From the wars of the past to the exorcism today.

Today, it has even faded out of the sight of human beings, and only a handful of people can know that your institution still exists and is operating.

"Gareth of the Twelve Knights actually brought a newcomer out on a mission this time... It seems that it's time to try out the vacant seats again."

Nick leaned in front of the door, silently thinking that every five years, a group of outstanding young people would come from all over the country to obtain the title of [Ector], one of the twelve knights, which has been suspended until now. inheritance.

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"Klein, do you know the reason for the birth of evil spirits?"

On the wooden corridor, the man who had given up his real name and now inherited the name of Gareth suddenly turned around and asked.

The young man named Klein quickly said: "All hatred, jealousy, and evil thoughts will remain in the form of evil thoughts after death, if they cannot rest in peace, and will grow by continuously devouring other evil thoughts. It will become an evil spirit. In addition, if the evil spirit is left alone, it will continue to devour human life and eventually become a terrible evil spirit."

"That's pretty good, and the book is well memorized." Gareth smiled slightly, "But there are still some things that are not taught in the book."

"What is it?" The young Klein asked quickly.

Gareth looked at the end of the corridor, and said casually: "If human beings are willing to degenerate, they can also become evil spirits... Well, yes."

I saw Gareth stop at the handrail at the end of the corridor, and what he looked at was the pillar of the handrail, "Have you brought the magic powder, Klein."

"Bring it!"

Klein quickly took out a mirror box-sized box, opened it very carefully, and then sprinkled some blue dust on the pillar.

I saw a blood-red, as if still dripping blood, a strange, circle drawn based on the pentagram, emerging little by little.

Klein was quite surprised, "Mr. Gareth...is this a magic circle?"

"To be precise, it is a kind of witchcraft ritual, and it is a commonly used structure of a branch of the Sea of ​​Love Witches." Gareth said very carefully, as if teaching, "The witches of this branch are better at using drugs. And spiritual witchcraft, and it is also one of the few types of witches that does not prohibit contact with humans."

"Could it be that the woman of the master of this family is a branch of the Love Sea Witch?"

Gareth said: "Not necessarily, it is also possible that they just accidentally obtained the manuscripts of witchcraft that they wandered outside, and because of mistakes and improper study, they embarked on attempts... The witchcraft of this witch basically should be In terms of healing, it’s not like this, full of fel energy.”

"Oh...Mr. Gareth, you are really knowledgeable and talented." Klein said respectfully—he is Gareth's knight servant—even for such a position, he has to go through many tests before he can win it. .Obviously, he cherishes this opportunity very much, and he was also fortunate to be recommended by Gareth to participate in [Ector]'s inheritance trial in the near future.

Gareth shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not that I'm knowledgeable, it's just that I have suffered enough in the past. One of my seniors told me about the Sea Witch of Love."

"To become Mr. Gareth's senior, he must be a righteous, kind and powerful great knight." Klein was fascinated.

"It's really powerful to be strong, and maybe it's also kind... But honesty is not necessarily the case." Gareth shook his head, "This senior, he was deprived of the title of knight 20 years ago."

"How could it be!" Klein was shocked immediately, even more shocked than discovering the witchcraft on the pillar—being deprived of the title of knight by the agency, how much crime did he commit?

"If, you also have a daughter who fell in love with a vampire..." Gareth sighed slowly. He seemed to be about to say something, but his eyes suddenly became sharp, as sharp as the eyes of an eagle.

Klein sensed Gareth's change in an instant, but he didn't have time to react—I saw Gareth swinging his arm at an incredible speed... a speed that surpassed the limit of the human body.

There was something, cut open by Gareth's swing, and fell on the floor... It was like sludge, something like a sticky creature - after it was cut and fell on the ground, it lost its activity directly, and In an instant, it turned into a pile of black powder.

"Klein." Gareth stepped aside suddenly at this moment, and said abruptly, "Leave this task to you. I haven't checked your progress in today's swordsmanship class."

Knowing that this was Mr. Gareth's test for himself, Klein hesitated for a moment, then nodded resolutely... and untied the brown cloth on the long object in his hand.

It is a one-handed cross sword.

Klein took a deep breath, and walked along the front of the corridor at the end of the corridor little by little - he has actually experienced several actual combats, but he always fought from the sidelines, and it was the first time to deal with it alone like this - of course , This kind of actual combat will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

Mr. Gareth must not be disappointed... Klein is firm in his beliefs.

"Come on, Klein! Klein is great! Come on, Klein!!"

Behind him, the handsome knight Gareth suddenly put on a fake nose that he took out from nowhere, put his hands on his hips, and jumped up with his legs lifted.

"Mr. Gareth, you are one of the twelve knights of the round table, the great [Gareth]! Please stop your indecent behavior!! You are disturbing me!"

"Ah, it's rare that I found a fake nose in a new color..." Gareth sighed in disappointment, and then said in a very low voice, "Come on, Klein...Klein, come on~~"

Klein sighed heavily. There is no doubt that he respects his lord knight from the bottom of his heart... If it weren't for this kind of true character that would go offline from time to time, it might have been more perfect.

After clearing his mind, the young trainee knight approached the room at the end of the corridor again... He only felt a cold chill, which began to invade his body bit by bit, but the strong body he had trained for many years was still able to resist the chill down.

Finally, the door of the room at the end of the corridor was slammed shut, and a colder air flow blew out from the room... It was not a weak strong wind.

At the same time, bursts of terrifying and sharp laughter also appeared at this time.

Klein walked against the wind, pouring the sword power he had trained in an ancient way into the steel sword in his hand... The slender cross sword suddenly emitted a faint blue light, breaking through the strong wind.

Klein yelled, raised the cross sword in his hand, and rushed into the room—only the sound of smashing suddenly came from the room.

A moment later, a figure rolled out of the room, and Klein's left eye had become red and swollen.

He quickly stood up, raised the cross again, shouted and rushed in again... get out, stand up, raise the sword, charge in again... get out, stand up, raise the sword.

I don't know when it started, Gareth had an extra cup of coffee in his hand - by the way, he also found an old-fashioned vinyl record player in the corridor.

"Oh, the owner of this house has really good taste, I like it."

He took out the vinyl disc, put it in the record player, and moved the needle... It was dance music, the Blue Danube.

"Drink!!", "Ha!!", "Yeah!!!"

The unyielding, high-spirited shouts and the notes of the dance music were wonderfully intertwined in the corridor... Gareth sat down and began to read today's newspaper.

"Oh, brave Klein, please hold on until after I finish reading this article."

"I will try my best!!!! Ha!!!"

"Good-boy."

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"Yin Tao?"

Instead of eating the afternoon tea delivered by the hotel, the maid prepared a light fruit plate for her master.

"Yes, this hotel is not bad, and there is an indoor organic farm below, so I went to pick some and came back." You Ye said softly.

The stems of the cherries have even been pulled out, like crystal rubies.

The suite on the upper floor of this hotel can be said to have everything. It is located on the outside terrace, and it is also equipped with a large open-air swimming pool—Boss Luo is sitting on the beach chair on the terrace at the moment, looking at the This English reader.

He took a Yin peach from the plate and put it into his mouth to taste it, and suddenly asked curiously: "By the way, when I first came up, I didn't seem to see the No.13 floor...is it all like this?"

"In the West, the number 13 is quite taboo." The maid sat beside her and said softly, "Many old-fashioned buildings will cancel the 13 floor, but there are very few modern ones."

Boss Luo looked at the Thames outside, smiled and said, "The 13th floor disappeared, I wonder if something interesting will happen."

"If the master wants to have it, there will be it." The maid said the truth.

Luo Qiu was startled, then shook his head and smiled wryly, "I still want to be quiet for two days."

As he spoke, he picked up a Yin peach, brought it to the maid's lips, and started feeding.

I saw the maid raised her hair, lowered her head and gently opened her lips, biting down slowly.

"Is it tasty."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)