Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1302: Chapter 29: Covenant of the Moon

Bang—!

A massive figure smashed straight through the door panel, slammed hard into the wall, then slid down… after it slid down, it never moved again, because its breath of life had completely vanished.

What could still be seen was the fist-sized bloody hole in its chest.

Behind the ruined door, the Mind Witch slowly walked out. She gave the corpse a casual glance, then turned around… inside the room, Farael, who had already cleaned his hair and body, put on a white suit over a blue shirt and slowly came out.

Ms. Witch’s handiwork was pretty good; she hadn’t saddled this most vicious, most evil Knight in history with some bizarre hairstyle, just trimmed his hair into a neat, clean short cut.

He looked as if he’d grown even more robust… actually starting to put on some flesh, Ms. Witch thought to herself—this guy is really in a poisoned state, with barely over ten percent of his strength left?

“Why did this guy suddenly go berserk?” Ms. Witch was frowning now. “The Knight Agency should’ve injected all Beastman-blooded citizens who live and work normally and are registered in the system with the anti-berserk vaccine.”

Farael only said blandly, “The vaccine they’re using now should still be that old, long-used formula. The effects are still there, but after generation upon generation, their bodies have developed some antibodies. The beast nature hasn’t been ground away; on the contrary, once it’s triggered it only gets worse and worse.”

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked out the window… in the city, flames roared into the sky, and screams rose one after another without pause—suddenly, Farael’s gaze locked onto the Mind Witch.

His gaze was like eternal starlight; even she, with her Spiritual Power, felt in that moment as if she’d been flung beneath a vast starry sky, herself so insignificantly small.

Ms. Gillian forced a sultry smile. “Mr. Knight, are you planning to ask me out on a date?”

Farael pondered for a moment, then frowned. “You… in this whole incident, exactly what role are you playing

?”

Almost in the same instant he spoke, Farael had already moved—he ignored all of this Mind Witch’s defenses and, as if hoisting up a childish kid, simply clamped his fingers around her neck, lifted her, and slammed her against the wall.

She struggled in pain, her legs kicking frantically in the air, but only felt the suffocation grow more and more severe… had those Round Table Knights felt this same despair when they faced Farael?

“It— it was me… I freed you… from the prison… saved you… gave you… the an—antidote…” she forced the words out, both hands gripping his arm in a death-clutch, eyes wide with terror.

Between one blink and the next, Farael suddenly became quiet, his fingers slowly loosening bit by bit… loosening very slowly, as if his fingers were terribly stiff.

Ms. Witch couldn’t wait for his hand to completely relax; the moment she felt the slightest slack, she began desperately prying at Farael’s fingers, struggling with all she had.

She managed to break free, slid down from the wall to sit on the floor, gulping in air like a madwoman, her body trembling uncontrollably… she raised her head, staring in panic at this man whose face was utterly calm.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Without the slightest hint of comfort, he just watched Ms. Witch coldly. “Don’t worry. My promise won’t change. What I agreed to, I’ll do… I’ll personally deliver what you want to your gravestone.”

“You…” Ms. Gillian shivered instinctively.

At that most dangerous instant just now, she had already used her Spiritual Power, intending to invade his heart—but her power had been instantly flooded, shattered by the frenzy and brutality, the wailing, all the countless negative emotions inside him.

For a single instant, it was as if she had spent a hundred years in a hell-like Mind world.

“Oberon…”

After a few painful, dry coughs, she was still greedily sucking in the fresh Air as she said nervously, “He’s a Leader of an organization called Doomsday Myth. This group has taken in quite a few people on the Magician’s Association’s wanted list. At first glance it looks like an anti–Magician’s Association organization. But that’s not it… it actually uses that as a cover; it’s really a group engaged in the Beastman liberation movement. The important personnel of Doomsday Myth are almost all people with Beastman blood.”

“Beastmen…” Farael murmured, thoughtful.

Ms. Witch’s voice continued, “I spent quite some time getting close to the inside of this Group… The antidote I used on you before was refined by a Secret Medicine Practitioner in Doomsday Myth. Of course! The ingredients were painstakingly gathered by me.”

At this point she snuck a glance at Farael; seeing that his expression hadn’t changed in the slightest, she lowered her head and went on.

“Raise your head. Look me in the eye.”

Ms. Witch had no choice but to lift her head helplessly, gritting her teeth as she said, “I overheard their plan for this operation, and then I got an idea… but it was only an idea. Still, the goddess of destinies seems to favor me. During their first move, one of the members slipped up and was caught by people from the Knight Agency.”

“Did he really slip up?” Farael’s gaze suddenly turned razor-sharp… yes, razor-sharp.

Ms. Witch shuddered and hurriedly said, “Really! I’d actually planned to act personally myself, but somehow Red ended up severely injured and fell into the hands of The Clown Dalgarno… I’m not lying!”

“Keep talking.”

The witch had no choice but to continue slowly, “The people from Doomsday Myth once had me place Mind Protection on the members involved in these operations, to keep them from revealing the plan under torture if captured. Red had my Mind Protection; at least for a short time, he couldn’t open his mouth. At that point the Knight Agency had no way in.”

“So you appeared in front of them and proposed the condition that you wanted to see me, as an exchange?” Farael quickly worked through the cause and effect and shook his head slightly.

“This was no different from suicide for them!” Ms. Witch argued. “How could a small organization like that possibly stand against the whole Knight Agency and the British Government! Since they’d already decided to die and embraced their own deaths… why shouldn’t I make a little use of that?”

“You’re very much like your mother.” Farael suddenly said quietly.

Ms. Witch blanked out for a second… as if it were an illusion, she seemed to see flickers of complex emotion flash across this man’s eyes.

But he quickly asked in a deep voice, “Is that all? I don’t like even the slightest lie.”

“That really is all, that’s all…” Ms. Witch said quickly. “Except… except.”

“Except what?”

Ms. Witch frowned. “It’s only my guess, but it seems the Leader of Doomsday Myth had a meeting with someone from the government… before this operation started. I suspect Oberon’s actions this time aren’t just him moving on his own; there has to be some deeper trick in it. I really can’t believe Oberon is the kind of guy who’d do something that looks this stupid. But my power can’t get into his Mind, so I don’t know his real thoughts, and he’s never truly trusted me. Even for this operation, only Doomsday Myth’s true core is involved. At least a third of their people are still in Europe, playing cat-and-mouse with the Magician’s Association… But no matter what, I still managed to get you out of prison.”

“Stupid, huh…” Farael looked at the spreading flames outside the window, thoughtful.

Suddenly, he turned and walked straight out.

Ms. Witch quickly asked, “Where are you going?”

“Besides helping you look for your thing… I’ll do a little something.” Farael didn’t look back, just headed straight down the inn’s stairs.

Ms. Witch had no choice but to scramble to her feet and hurry after him.

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Inside the social work center.

The berserk Beastman was bound with the special restraining straps created by the Knight Agency—one of the tools found in Nick’s car.

But at this moment, this frenzied Beastman was clearly not completely calmed down… He still had scarlet eyes wide open, drool constantly dripping from his mouth. He had not truly dispelled the berserk state and returned to his original appearance, but was instead stuck at the brink of something like a volcanic eruption, as if the slightest stimulus would send him into madness again.

But in any case, Miss Beastkin’s method of soothing him was obviously effective, just that the result was far from ideal.

Lale was somewhat afraid and somewhat lost. She hugged her arms tightly, standing in front of him like this, a gloomy expression on her face.

Klein and Niell walked over, turned on the translation app, and Klein said slowly, “Ms. Lale, it’s clear his condition right now is not good… may I ask, do you know what happened?”

Lale seemed a bit frightened. She looked at the night sky outside. “The Call… we heard the primitive Call. It stirred up the most primitive beast nature in our hearts. They couldn’t resist this primitive impulse, so they lost themselves and fell into a berserk state.”

“So that’s why you used hurting yourself as a way to make yourself came back to his senses?” Klein quickly realized the meaning behind her earlier action.

Lale silently nodded. “I’m a half-blood, so relatively speaking my beast nature is weaker than that of pure-bloods.”

Klein took a deep breath and said, “Ms. Lale, the situation is quite dangerous now. I’ll keep it short: there is a maniac who used some unknown method to forcibly drive almost all the Beastmen in the Fog Capital into a berserk state… you’ve seen it too, the entire city is like a sea of fire right now… we need you, Ms. Lale, or rather, we need that method of yours that can make them quiet down!”

This was the conclusion Klein and Nick had reached after briefly discussing what they had witnessed of Lale’s oddity—they hadn’t immediately reported to the Knight Agency because they weren’t sure if it would work.

Besides, the Knight Agency in the Fog Capital area was probably practically emptied out by now… full mobilization, even the logistics staff had all begun carrying out missions to suppress the riots.

“You mean… the Moon Covenant?” Lale frowned slightly.

“The song you sang is called the Covenant of the Moon?”

Lale nodded. “That’s a ritual piece we only sing when we Priestess our ancestors. It can make us calm down… I don’t know if it really works; at the time I just wanted to try it. You saw it too… the effect wasn’t very obvious.”

He was still at the edge of chaos, like a Beast chained up, struggling from time to time and then letting out a few roars.

“Even if it only slightly delays their actions, that’s fine!” Klein said quickly. “That would already be a huge help to us… Lale, can I ask you to do us this favor?”

Lale, however, frowned. “Why should I help you? Help you suppress my people, and then wait for your butcher’s blade to fall on them?”

“We just want to resolve this crisis.” Klein said earnestly, “We don’t intend to hurt anyone… whether human or your people! Do you know? These kin of yours all have legal status here, they are residents with proper jobs. They could have gone on living here in peace, but now they’ve fallen into Infinite pain. I believe that living here, they have their own families, companions, friends, neighbors. I firmly believe that if they were clear-headed, they definitely wouldn’t want to see themselves destroying this city like this… You can feel it, can’t you—their inner torment.”

The girl fell into hesitation. She turned back to look at that tormented and violent Beastman, a trace of softness flashing in her eyes.

“Please trust us, trust me, Ms. Lale!” Klein bowed at ninety degrees, then quickly straightened back up and reached out to press Nick’s waist beside him down to ninety degrees as well. “In the name of a Knight I swear, I only wish to help them and then quell this riot! Afterwards, I will definitely petition my superior, the great Mr. Gareth, one of the Twelve Knights, and ask him to plead leniency for these Beastmen! They are just victims, not criminals who deserve unfair treatment!”

“You’re not lying.” Lale let out a small breath and finally nodded slowly. “All right… I’ll give it a try. But… what should I do? Teach you the Covenant of the Moon?”

Klein was overjoyed, while the black Nick, who could finally straighten his back, snatched Klein’s phone and spoke first. “I’m afraid that won’t work. I don’t think we have the capacity to bring out the Power of this lullaby, so we still need you!”

“It’s our ritual song, not a lullaby!!” Miss Beastkin was super fierce.

“Whatever it is!” Nick said quickly. “I already have a preliminary plan! But I need all of you to move and give me a hand!”

As he spoke, Nick looked out the window at a truck that had crashed into the social work center’s outer wall in the chaos, and gave a whistle. “First, we need to retrofit this big guy a bit.”

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Song Dynasty Hotel.

The door of the presidential suite was flung open in a hurry—Mr. Chen Peter rushed in, a metal baseball bat in hand, wearing an ancient European medieval chainmail armor, his expression tense!

“Young Master Qiu! Oh, my God, thank heavens, you’re all right!”

Mr. Chen looked every bit the loyal bodyguard, one hand still pressed on the motorcycle helmet on his head. “It’s very dangerous outside! Don’t be afraid, Young Master Qiu, I’ll protect you! I’ve called all the security up to this floor. I guarantee not even a winged fly will get in…”

A fly swept past in front of his eyes.

“…here.”

Smack!

“Mr. Chen, where did this suit of armor come from?” Seeing Chen Peter’s utterly mismatched getup, Boss Luo couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“This? It’s an antique from the exhibition room, so I put it on!” Chen Peter puffed out his chest. “Well? There are a few more pieces—I could get you one too… actually I think you should have one!”

“Thanks.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly. “But I don’t think I’ll need it… Besides, Mr. Chen, are you sleepy?”

“Sleepy?” Chen Peter blurted, “How could I be sleepy at a time like this! I’m definitely going to stay sharp!! Whatever gangsters or terrorist groups they are, if they dare to come, I’ll make sure they walk in upright and go out carried flat!!”

“No, you’re sleepy.” Luo Qiu said softly. “You all are sleepy.”

Without a sound, Chen Peter collapsed straight to the floor, snoring loudly—like a ripple spreading out, thuds of bodies falling silent and heavy sounded from outside the door at the same time.

In an instant, inside the Song Dynasty Hotel, all the guests, staff, and even the rats fleeing in the parking lot lost consciousness.

Luo Qiu waved his hand, and a light screen appeared, sheets of light stacking up before his eyes.

He said casually, “So then… where should I start from?”

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PS: (7/30), why has it still gone up…