Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1303: Chapter 30: The Gong of Destinies Rings in the Sacred Temple (Part 1)

August, 1939.

15-year-old Princess Elizabeth had grown into a slender young lady.

She donned a peculiar military uniform, her face smeared with a special coating to conceal her lovely features.

With the help of her tutor, she secretly slipped away from her family, arriving at a small country in Europe for some sort of training.

Throughout three years of study, her skills in horsemanship, swordsmanship, and even marksmanship had reached considerable heights at a young age, and her academic courses were at a level that even her father praised highly.

Undoubtedly, the young princess possessed the qualities to become an extraordinary woman.

She was onboard a train.

In the rear half of the train carriage, the princess, soaked with sweat, held a standard longsword in one hand and a Soviet-made short pistol in the other.

Here, seven men lay motionless, dressed in uniforms called the Schutzstaffel—identical to the princess’s attire.

Blood trickled from their bodies, eventually pooling beneath the princess’s boots.

Exhausted, the princess leaned against the carriage door. Her trembling hands relinquished the sword, letting it drop to the ground—not out of fear, but simply because her numbed fingers struggled to maintain a grip.

Her arm bore a bleeding wound.

With gritted teeth, the princess tore her undershirt with her mouth and hands, bandaging the wound haphazardly before exhaling deeply. She then pushed open the door and exited the train carriage.

She simultaneously discarded her attire, throwing it into the river beneath the bridge the train was crossing—the princess retrieved a package from the carriage junction, revealing a lady’s long dress within.

After dressing, the princess transformed into an exquisite lady, proceeding into the forward train carriages… She advanced gracefully, soon arriving at the dining carriage.

She found a seat, gently lifted her skirt with both hands, curtsied slightly, and sat down slowly—across from her, a woman with golden hair and deep blue eyes was enjoying a cup of warm tea.

“Teacher…”

“You’re injured.” The blond woman remarked abruptly.

The princess bit her lip lightly, “Carelessly…”

“Continue alphabet practice tonight.” The blond woman said expressionlessly.

The princess hung her head… feeling some relief at the mere thought—her teacher began admiring the scenery outside the window.

The princess subtly observed her teacher’s profile, becoming somewhat captivated.

“Is there something on my face?” The teacher noticed the princess’s gaze.

“No… nothing.” The princess’s eloquence, honed over the years, enabled her to reply swiftly, “I was just thinking when the war might break out…”

“Soon.” The blond woman responded casually.

The princess picked up her teacup, sipping gently, and began to observe the fleeting landscape through the train windows… akin to a life passing swiftly by.

Days later, on September 3rd, Britain and France officially declared war on Germany.

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A vehicle seemed to have stopped.

The burlap covering her body suddenly lifted, revealing the night sky still dim… yet the night faintly flickered with firelight, while the sounds of gunfire emanated from the city—blocking Her Majesty the Queen’s view was a sturdy figure, the robust old man named Judas.

“My Queen, we’ve arrived. Surely, you don’t need my assistance getting off the vehicle.” Judas said indifferently.

Lancelot, cradled in the queen’s arms, momentarily opened her eyes, still appearing exhaustively weak… but her fingers scribbled discreetly in the queen’s palm.

“I think I do need help.” The queen said shrill, “Gentleman, how do you expect an elderly and frail person like myself to get down from here, especially with an injured among us!”

Judas evidently preferred to avoid arguments, promptly lifting Her Majesty off the truck bed and landing smoothly on the ground.

“Oh! You truly are a gentleman.” Her Majesty exclaimed in surprise.

Judas nodded, calmly stating, “Inside… you surely can’t be unfamiliar with this place.”

Her Majesty looked up, examining the destination before her—a monumental structure: Fog Capital’s largest clock.

“Certainly.” She whispered.

Westminster Palace Clock Tower, also known as Elizabeth Tower.

“So, this is the final place prepared for me?” The queen turned around.

Judas said nothing, as Catherine had already descended and placed a hand on the queen’s shoulder, steering her towards the building.

“Madam, you should learn from the gentleman earlier; you’re hurting me!”

“Old hag…”

Judas then turned his gaze upon Lancelot still in the truck bed, seemingly pondering whether to assist her off—yet Lancelot stubbornly propped herself up, bit by bit climbing down.

Then she staggeringly followed suit.

Along the path, numerous security personnel lay unconscious on the ground… in the corridor, traces of a struggle were evident—this was, after all, Great Britain’s Parliament, and naturally, there were guards.

The corridor adorned with numerous murals and sculptures… also known as Westminster Abbey.

Finally, they stopped in front of a hall door—entering inside, it was not a place for ceremonial funerals.

At the forefront of a red carpet, a middle-aged man in a bartender’s attire awaited the guests’ arrival, “Judas, you are late.”

“Haha, Dobas, my brother!” Judas stepped forward, embracing the man heartily—Lancelot, meanwhile, examined the hall’s surroundings.

She noticed the room was filled with cameras and recording equipment, a foreboding intuition rising… the queen hadn’t disclosed the Doomsday Myth’s plans to her.

“Where’s Caesar?” Dobas inquired, frowning.

The approaching Secret Medicine Practitioner Tip promptly replied: “Haven’t you noticed what’s happening in Fog Capital? The leader is currently adding more drama to their performance.”

Dobas nodded thoughtfully.

At that moment, the hall door opened again, revealing a naked man standing at the entrance place—Catherine exclaimed with joy, rushing over, “Caesar, you’ve returned!”

He nodded, stepped forward, but then suddenly tripped forward.

Catherine arrived swiftly, catching him before he fell, “You…how are you?”

“Just need some rest…” Caesar’s lips appeared pale, “The Holy Armor’s consumption exceeded expectations… indeed it’s difficult without undergoing the Inheritance ceremony.”

“Tip!!” Catherine shouted indignantly.

Tip hurried forward, clutching several bottles of secret medicine, beginning to concoct something on the spot, “Leader, you’re too reckless!”

Caesar waved, accepted Tip’s hastily prepared medicine, and after taking it, walked slowly to the queen with Catherine’s support.

“Sir, you do not look well.” The queen remarked, “I know several excellent doctors; perhaps pausing this might grant you better care.”

“Appreciative.” Caesar chuckled softly, “Worry more about yourself… Queen. Time is limited.”

“My pet is missing.” Her Majesty abruptly stated, anxiously scanning her surroundings, “Have you seen it?”

“Judas, Dobas, take the queen to rest.” Caesar waved.

Once the queen was escorted away, Caesar approached Lancelot. Lancelot frowned, “You… you actually used the Holy Armor?”

“Don’t worry, your colleagues are fine… After all, I can’t die yet, so there’s no reason to leave a few behind and not return.”

He waved his hand casually, and though Catherine seemed reluctant, she still forced Lancelot to leave.

In the hall, only Tip was left taking care of Caesar. He started concocting something again and asked with concern, “How do you feel?”

Caesar leaned against the counter and sat down, casually smiling and said, “Terrible.”

Tip frowned and said, “You don’t think using the Holy Armor is that simple, do you? You must have ignored the warnings and used the Beast King’s Body… Remember, you’re not the real Beast King! Even if there’s secret medicine, it has side effects!!”

“I know my limits…”

Saying that, he took out a phone—once it connected, even without the speakerphone on, Tip could hear the yelling voice.

“Oberon!! You complete bastard!!!!”

“Weren’t you the ones using your toys to attack us first?” Caesar sneered, “The cooperation is over.”

Buzzzz—!

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In front of the room door, Lancelot was casually pushed in by Catherine, and at this point, layered with chains again.

“Even if Halmstone is relatively brittle, it will take at least ten days or so to wear down.” Catherine said indifferently, “If I were you, I wouldn’t waste the effort.”

I’ve been found out… Lancelot’s face changed slightly.

“Besides, I think you’d better stay bedridden.” Catherine suddenly said.

Lancelot frowned.

After tying the new chains, Catherine squinted and smiled, “Those engraved worms, apart from temporarily stripping you of the Holy Seal, seem to have some side effects too.”

“What do you mean?!”

“If it were a maiden… she should be quite flustered, right?” Catherine lightly lifted his chin and then, under Lancelot’s angry gaze, slowly exited the room.

After Catherine left and shut the door, Lancelot quickly moved to the door and listened… After a good while, she spat out a piece of iron wire from her mouth.

This was found in the truck bed.

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“Are we doing the right thing making these? We’re not superheroes…”

Inside the social worker center, Cheng Yiran was moving boxes alongside another person—under the instructions of a one-eyed black man named Niell.

“It’s better than doing nothing, right?” Cheng Yiran said gently.

“Cheng… I need to use the restroom, you go ahead.” The companion shivered twice, set the things on the ground, and hurried into the bathroom.

Cheng Yiran shook his head and continued moving things, but when he passed by the room for restraining the beastman, he stopped… Curiously, he opened the door a crack and looked inside.

No matter how many times he saw it, it felt so unbelievable—that such mythological creatures existed in the place he lived.

If… if beastmen truly existed, did that mean monsters might also exist in his homeland?

He subconsciously thought.

“But… it seems even quieter than before?” Cheng Yiran noticed that this beastman seemed to be in a drowsy state now.

It wasn’t like before when he was on the brink of an outburst… Frowning, he noticed that apart from this beastman, there was actually a small figure in the room.

Seemed to be called… Oga?

The little brother of that beastman girl.

To Cheng Yiran’s surprise, this beastman boy, who looked as delicate as a girl, was holding a guitar, playing an incomplete piece of music.

The Original Scenery of the Hometown.

Cheng Yiran couldn’t fail to recognize this piece—it was this very song that, after he met Will by chance, introduced him inadvertently.

Regarding the Covenant of the Moon, Cheng Yiran vaguely overheard chats between Klein and Nick… Something seemingly capable of suppressing the berserk tendencies of these beastmen, and that beastman girl was preparing for that purpose.

Witnessing such a mystical scene, Cheng Yiran instinctively pushed the door open and entered, “You…”

The subtle sound instantly startled Oga, who stood up in panic, trembling and unsure of what to do.

Cheng Yiran waved his hand, trying to soften his voice… He remembered something, taking out his phone as he began translating the language of Turkey.

“This song, the following part, how about I teach it to you?”

Oga was taken aback, then nodded… Cheng Yiran nervously looked at the tightly bound beastman and slowly approached, moving to Oga’s side to take over from him.

His strumming began.

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Outside the social worker center, a group of people was busy around a small delivery truck that had crashed into the wall—Niell had a simple sketch handedly drawn.

“It won’t work… this thing is useless, the engine’s already wrecked!” Will wiped his brow and shook his head.

Klein frowned, “Maybe we can tow it with another car, as long as it moves.”

They were still discussing, and the work suddenly stopped… The beastman girl didn’t quite trust this bunch of guys, doubting if their supposed plan was feasible.

She sighed and leaned against the wall, awaiting the result of their discussion.

But suddenly, two intense beams of light shone over—the brilliance revealed a gigantic figure!

Miss Beastkin immediately became alert.

Knight Klein even directly picked up the warhammer… Even Will, in his panic, grabbed a wrench.

Finally, the massive figure slowly stopped.

As the lights came to rest, what surfaced before them was a heavily modified giant mobile concert truck, adorned with extensive spray paint and graffiti, exuding a strong rock vibe.

A young man in a black jacket jumped down from the driver’s seat… simultaneously, a blonde woman followed from the passenger seat.

Their faces were even adorned with decorative paints… Rock youth?

Will froze, feeling a strange kind of warmth towards such attire.

Yet, Miss Beastkin’s mouth was wide open in disbelief—evidently, she had recognized who these two were.

Miss Beastkin blurted out, “You’ve changed clothes again… No, what are you doing here?”

“You know them?” Knight Klein quickly glanced over at Beastkin.

The Beastman girl merely nodded, “I happen to have run into them before and received some help from them… This man seems to be a magician?”

“A magician?” Will couldn’t help but be taken aback.

“It’s not the kind of performance magician you know.” Klein quickly interjected, then hesitated and walked over to the pair.

The rock youth attired man, Boss Luo, smiled and said, “Seems like you might need some help, right?”

Nick, though, stared blankly at the two and their huge concert-modified truck, “Perfect timing!”