Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 2133 That is not an unreachable field
In the corridor, Saint Angel Bertrand led the way, and he was always paying attention to the black-haired young man behind him... What's his name?

Obviously, I have seen this guy's judge certificate just now, and it is reasonable to see the name of the other party, but why... I just can't remember it?

"I see."

"Know...know what?"

Saint Angel Bertrand stopped subconsciously, turned around calmly, and looked at the black-haired youth.

The black-haired young man smiled and said, "Mr. Bertrand, what you guys did at the back stairs."

"Oh?" Bertrand moved closer now, and chuckled, "What do you know?"

The black-haired young man said casually: "Mr. Bertrand, you must be hiding there to rest... smoking or something, right?"

"Hahaha, if you are lazy, you can be lazy, saying that rest is so nice. We are addicted to smoking, and it is not easy to work, so, you understand!" Bertrand Saint Angel waved his hand at this time, "We are all Rude, not so particular, Mr. Judge."

He looked at the judge's certificate of the black-haired youth again...but the certificate was already inserted in his chest pocket at the moment.

But at this moment, the black-haired young man took out a pack of cigarettes with the symbol [中华] printed on it from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Mr. If we're together, it shouldn't matter."

Bertrand was a little dumbfounded on the spot. Although this behavior was normal, and he couldn't even find fault with it, it was just...

"Why, Mr. Bertrand, didn't you just say that you are addicted to cigarettes?" The black-haired young man said apologetically, "I walked in suddenly, and I didn't smell the smoke, so I probably interrupted you, I'm really sorry. "

"Then... let's get one." Bertrand's holy angel suddenly bit the bullet, quickly pulled out one, and put it on the top.

only……

In fact, when this game began to spread from the lower world to the [Wings of Liberty] army, it was very popular for a while, and then there was no more - because the saintess hates this smell very much.

But it took a long time to kill many people's hobbies all at once—it was a period of dark years when the inspection team had to check the house every day, and smoking a cigarette was like a spy war.

If you smoke one, you won't be found...

There seemed to be a little Satan in my heart, or maybe little Lucifer was instigating—the Holy Angel Bertrand swallowed his saliva at this moment, and said, "Bring me a fire? The fire is not on me!"

The black-haired young man took out the lighter again and lit it up.

Saint Angel Bertrand exhaled the thick smoke slowly, feeling as if all the cells in his body had been activated, "Comfortable! This taste is really... Thank you, Mr. Judge!"

"You're welcome." The black-haired young man smiled, and then said again: "Mr. Bertrand, it seems that he is not from here?"

"Why." Bertrand asked slightly curiously, "Can you tell?"

"Feeling." The black-haired young man said casually: "It feels a little different from the people in [City of Liberty]."

Saint Angel Bertrand immediately became vigilant.

The black-haired young man said at this time: "Well... I see, Mr. Bertrand, he should be an immigrant from another seven capitals."

"Hahaha, yes, I'm from... I wasn't originally a resident of [City of Liberty]." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded... This guy?

The black-haired young man asked chattingly: "Then Mr. Bertrand, what do you think of this [City of Liberty]?"

"City of Liberty?" Saint Angel Bertrand was startled subconsciously. This topic made him a little surprised, but he still shook his head and looked out the window thoughtfully, "The wind here is a little... turbulent .”

"Do you like this city?"

"I like the faith of this city, that's all." Bertrand Saint Angel said indifferently: "It's a pity that its faith is experiencing some... some unprecedented difficulties."

The black-haired youth said: "The butterfly also struggled for a while before breaking out of its cocoon."

"That's right." Bertrand Saint Angel nodded: "Indeed, now...it's really the same as before the butterfly broke out of its cocoon. I firmly believe that [City of Liberty] will eventually usher in a new era of praise. "

At this moment, Saint Angel Bertrand said abruptly: "Mr. Judge, this corridor goes straight ahead. After three doors, there is the backstage lounge. I still have something to do, so I can't see you off. Sorry."

"It's ok."

"Then, thank you for your cigarettes. I'll see you again when I have a chance." Saint Angel Bertrand nodded and walked away from the other side quickly.

The black-haired young man watched him leave, and then looked out of the window again - from this position, in fact, a stream of light could just be seen flashing past, and then sank into the roof of the building opposite the venue.

Is a female figure of an angel.

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……

I can't stay here any longer, I should go out!

[Daphne] secretly told himself... Fortunately, no one came into the bathroom for such a long time, which really made him feel lucky.

That Mr. Luo should have left after using the bathroom... But why did he appear here in the background?
Shaking her head, [Daphne] was about to open the door, but the door of the women's bathroom suddenly opened a little at this moment.

【Daphne】The door of the toilet compartment was closed again at once - although with his current appearance, even if he bumped into someone who came in, it didn't matter.

But he still instinctively wants to avoid this kind of thing from happening... He always feels that it would be considered a shameless act to casually enter the women's land because of his current appearance.

I don't know who came in.

But [Daphne] felt that the people who came in seemed to be checking here... He felt that the doors of each toilet grid were being opened one by one.

It was about to be his turn... [Daphne] covered her mouth with nervousness, and shrank her body.

But the act of turning over the door stopped at this moment... The person who came in walked into the grid next to him.

[Daphne] was even more afraid to speak out, he heard some figures taking off their clothes.

After a while, [Daphne] actually saw a blood-stained bandage fall out of the gap in the grid.

[Daphne] He retracted his feet all of a sudden... the bloody bandage will also be withdrawn at this time.

He even heard some dull sounds... It took a while for the sounds to stop.

Then the lattice door was opened, and there was some sound of water coming from the washbasin in front - after a while, the man left here.

After a while, 【Daphne】came out tentatively again, and after confirming that there was no one here, he was relieved.

Driven by curiosity, [Daphne] opened the grid that the person had just used.

There is nothing left here.

If I had to say it, there was only a faint fragrance left, which seemed to be some kind of perfume.

Confused for a while, [Daphne] finally shook her head, then tried to make herself look more natural in front of the mirror, and then opened the door to leave.

"Here... when did you hang up a [under maintenance] sign?" Looking at the sign hanging on the doorknob, [Daphne] frowned, "Could it be that person just put it up?"

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Mr. Asasches smelled something, musty.

This should be the basement of Mentor Calvin's house, he remembered the smell.

But at this time, he was blindfolded, his hands and feet were bound, and he was thrown into this place... Asassis had been awake for a few minutes, and he wanted to understand the reason for his fainting.

That cup of bitter coffee makes people frown!

He couldn't help sighing, it seems that Teacher Calvin really did something... dangerous behind his back, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten himself out and locked him up.

Mr. Asassis wiped off the blindfolded cloth on the ground before he looked at the environment in the basement... Soon, he began to roll his body towards the corner of the wall, and began to On the iron support of a cabinet, he rubbed the rope on his body.

Shortly after, the rope fell and he was freed.

Asaxies came to the door of the basement, twisted it, but failed to open it.

He shook his head, thought for a while, then squatted down, and took out a few ifs from the soles of his shoes.

One of them directly opened the door to the basement... Mr. Asaxies clapped his palms and left the basement easily, "Mr. Calvin, I usually help you with chores at home, even the I will change the door locks for you... You underestimate me, don't you?"

It's just that Mr. Asassis walked around the house, but he couldn't see the Calvin scholar. As for Robert, who claimed to be the nephew of the Calvin scholar, he didn't see him.

"Where are they going?"

Asaxius finally sat in the study of the Calvin scholar, thinking about the purpose of his mentor—and the words Calvin had said before drugging himself unconscious.

"Land of Sin... the route back then?"

All of a sudden, Mr. Asasches stood up, and quickly walked to the bookcase next to him, and began to rummage through the boxes.

"Holy water, holy water...Master Morian, Master Morian...There must be something left, even if it's a little bit...Have it."

He found a source—a book, to be precise,
The cover of the book has been torn off, but on the second page, you can find the name of the author of the book—Morian!

This is surprisingly the work of the discoverer of [Holy Water], Master Morian, who was judged in [City of Liberty] more than 200 years ago.

This is probably the only clue he can find—Mr. Calvin feels like doing things, and there are basically no clues left here.

This book, I am afraid, is something left over from the past... Maybe it is because it is the hard work of a master, so Calvin teacher did not destroy it, but even so, he still tore open the cover and put it Hidden in a pile of irrelevant miscellaneous books.

If they were not too familiar with the temperament of this teacher, most people would probably not find anything at all—even if they found something, they would not have any thoughts about this book whose cover was torn off.

After all, the name [Master Moli'an] has long been erased.

——that is not an unattainable field.

——Mori Ann
title page language.

"That's not an unreachable realm..." Mr. Asassis couldn't help frowning as he read the words on the title page softly. "It's not unreachable... What kind of realm is it? God's realm?"

He turned a page again, and there was a brief introduction about this [Master Molly'an], and a photo of [Master Molly'an] was also printed.

The pages of the book have long been yellowed, and it is more like a portrait than a photo.

But looking at the portrait of [Master Morianne], Mr. Asassis had a look of surprise on his face.

"This woman... Kelili!? Why..."

Mr. Asassis was startled, he closed the book and stuffed it into his arms, then rushed out of the Calvin scholar's house and ran all the way.

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Saint Maiden ceremony venue, backstage.

Boss Luo just came back, but he saw the male assistant of City Lord Durand, who was anxiously looking for something.

"Mr. Luo, great! Finally found you!"

"I went to the bathroom, what's the matter?"

"The rehearsal is about to start, and the judges are already in place... only you are missing!" the male assistant said quickly.

Boss Luo said, "The rehearsal is not a problem. After all, it can make the Holy Maidens better prepared... However, if the judges also go up, won't the scoring be preconceived in the official competition?"

"Wouldn't it be possible to surprise the judges if the candidates for the Holy Maiden were able to make a breakthrough when they officially entered the stage?" The male assistant smiled slightly, obviously he had already dealt with such a problem.

"How do I get there?" Boss Luo said noncommittally.

"Please come with me."

The male assistant quickly brought Boss Luo into the recording hall... The audience has not been able to enter the venue yet. At this time, there are only some judges sitting under the stage of the recording hall, and there are also on-site staff.

Rudick, Isabel, Nosta, Calvin Scholars... and other judges, male and female, were indeed all seated at this time.

Seeing that the last judge had also arrived, the director at the scene also officially arranged for the start of the rehearsal.

Seats among the judges also have a priority - the Calvin scholar undoubtedly sat in the middle of the crowd, and next to him were Mr. Nosta and the principal of the Ludick campus.

Miss Isabel was in a seat slightly outside... Then Boss Luo was arranged to sit next to this Miss Isabel.

"This... This is what Miss Isabel requested, Mr. Luo... Please forgive me."

After the male assistant said this in a low voice, he showed a wry smile, and then sat awkwardly in the back seat.

Just as Boss Luo sat down, Miss Isabel leaned closer and said with a light smile, "Is the saint girl in the backstage so beautiful, or did I meet that female celebrity on the way...Obviously I am right in front of you .”

"Miss Isabel, you are too dazzling." Boss Luo said softly, "I think you should be on this stage."

She laughed so that her chest trembled, "But I don't like this stage, I only like the people on this stage."

"I like this stage." Boss Luo smiled and said, "I also like the people on the stage."

Isabelle chuckled lightly.

At this time, the lights in the recording hall dimmed with a snap, and then the lights on the stage came on... The host walked out slowly, which meant that the final rehearsal had officially started.

After the host said a few more words, he said loudly: "Then, on this legendary stage, we will welcome the first candidate for the Holy Maiden tonight! Applause is welcome, our first Holy Maiden! Substitute!"

"I'm so excited, I don't know what kind of performance I will bring to the first candidate for the saint girl?!" The host's voice was still ringing.

All the lights were already on the stage, accompanied by the host's voice... But the stage was still silent at this moment.

"Maybe...maybe the first girl is always nervous! Perhaps, we should give her more encouragement and applause...?"

But this time there was no applause.

All the judges stared at the stage with different expressions.

I saw a young girl, who fell directly from the roof of the stage at this time... There were sections of red ribbons wrapped around the girl's body!
The ribbon finally fell off, and the girl's body was also entangled in the midair of the stage... in a posture that ordinary people can't stand!
Like a puppet pulling strings!
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