Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1304: Chapter 31: The Bronze Gong of Destinies Rings in the Sacred Temple (Part 2)

“Cool…”

The people inside who were carrying things out all opened their mouths in amazement when they saw the modified big truck parked at the entrance.

Although Miss Beastkin had confirmed that these were people she knew and were ‘good people’ who had helped her in the past, Knight Klein still felt their arrival was too timely.

Yes, it was indeed extraordinarily timely—they knew exactly what we needed and delivered almost the best equipment right away.

The door of the train could automatically lift, and the equipment inside was more than complete… Equipment that could support an outdoor concert for tens of thousands of people—it would normally take a long time to prepare, not something you find just like that.

And it was all “because we happened to meet on the road and thought it might come in handy, so we drove over”… such a reason?

“Are… you two really magicians?” Klein calmed down and decided to probe the other party’s bottom line, “Can you show me your Magician’s Association credentials?”

Of course, Boss Luo didn’t have it, but to acquire such a credential was merely a matter of thought… naturally, there were also wandering magicians not certified by the Magician’s Association.

Always keeping the admirable quality of energy-saving in mind, Boss decided—I am a wandering magician!

“Is this okay as proof?” To their surprise, the maid coldly drew out a pendant from a silver chain necklace.

The pendant was a design of two snakes biting each other’s tails, with special golden symbols embedded in the center.

Klein stared intently at the pendant, initially somewhat puzzled, then his expression turned bewildered, as if trying hard to recall something… finally, it was Niell who whispered something in his ear that made Knight Klein’s expression subtly change.

“Esteemed Sir, my apologies… I didn’t expect you to arrive.” Not only Klein but even Nick had adjusted their attitude.

“My partner and I were just vacationing here, and I didn’t want to see such a good tourist destination become impossible to visit afterward. I’m still hoping it remains as beautiful the next time I come.” You Ye said with a smile.

“Then…” Klein exchanged a glance with Nick and nodded, “I greatly appreciate both of your help this time. I will definitely report this to the Knight Agency afterward. If possible, may I know your esteemed name?”

“Septcolor Geranium.” She gave a name.

Klein and Niell both remembered this name carefully.

“Time is of the essence… Since we have ready equipment, let’s start preparing!” Knowing that there’s no time to delay in the current situation, Klein swiftly said this in front of them and began preparing the timely-arrived performance truck.

Watching their fiery and bustling actions, Boss, who had been dressed up in this guise by the maid before going out, curiously asked, “What did you show them?”

“It was the Secret Medicine Practitioner’s special badge from the Magician’s Association.” The maid smiled, “I examed randomly in the past for work convenience… Normally, for magicians, especially Secret Medicine Practitioners, the Non-Humans over here in Oth tend to show more respect.”

Luo Qiu nodded understandingly, then smiled, “Hierarchy system.”

The maid spoke softly, “Indeed, here the establishment of the system is quite clear, and identification can sometimes lure people more than real competence.”

Watching Knight Klein and others start loading things onto the truck, Boss Luo asked casually, “Does using the name Septcolor Geranium have any special meaning?”

The maid chuckled, “Because I happened to read a fairy tale when registering, and didn’t want to use my real name, so I used the name of the flower in the story.”

Luo Qiu had also read that fairy tale as a child, so he smiled, “A flower that can grant wishes… You must have sold quite a few formulas after becoming a Secret Medicine Practitioner.”

“Just a bit.” The maid smiled faintly.

As she spoke, a petite figure approached slowly… Her steps were hesitant, expression uncertain, wanting to say something but hesitant, looking anxious, and it was the Beastman girl, Lale.

“We meet again, Miss Lale.” Luo Qiu instinctively greeted first.

Lale nodded then blinked—like Klein, she too felt the gentleman’s arrival was incredibly timely, just happening by such an unconvincing coincidence—and easily found a more appropriate reason.

“Have you always been following me… me and Oga?” The Beastkin girl asked cautiously.

Boss Luo used a gentle voice that easily leads people astray, “Miss Lale, are you really planning to help this Knight Klein?”

The question directly struck into the heart of this Beastkin girl, making it a priority that overshadowed the doubt about why the gentleman appeared so timely.

She nodded firmly, “Our situation… isn’t actually very good. If this matter isn’t handled properly, my life might become even tougher later… Thirty years ago, there was a frenzied Beastman who did some extremely radical things, which later led to a long period of anti-Beastman sentiment. This time… I…”

“You want to help them.”

“I want to help them!”

“Even if it costs you?”

The Beastkin girl took a deep breath, “I know, even if this matter stops, the Knight Agency won’t easily forget about it… They might still face considerable punishment. But… if we don’t calm them down and let them go berserk fighting, they will only have one outcome, which is extinction. And Beastmen around the world would end up worse for it. I know… I don’t have the power to decide their destinies, but at least, at least I don’t want to see the worst result! That is their battle death and the whole Beastman ending up with more disgrace…”

These words were almost spoken in one breath, not timid but rather strong and decisive—but the Beastkin girl’s momentum didn’t last to the end.

Finally, she became anxious again, “…Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “Personally, I prefer answers like this… However, correspondingly, when they’re sober again, they might resent you. Perhaps when they regain consciousness, they would rather die fighting than accept so-called punishment. Of course, couldn’t be generalized, some among them may even be grateful to you, who knows.”

“I’m not afraid!”

Luo Qiu smiled slightly, “But now, what you should do is not to be unafraid, but to protect yourself well.”

“Protect?” Miss Lale hesitated.

Boss Luo glanced at his maid, who then smilingly looked at the Beastkin girl, “Miss Lale, are you intending to appear before them like this?”

“??”

“A change of disguise is needed.” The maid said, conjuring a trick with one hand—a couple of different style but very revealing outfits fell from her hand.

The maid said this and unhesitant, she directly pulled the Beastkin girl into the social work center inside.

“I…ah?? Uh? ?? This…No—stop…stop it…”

Perhaps, a kind of hobby?

Boss Luo watched amusingly as the flustered Beastkin girl was taken away, couldn’t help but smile—at this time, someone else hesitantly approached him.

Cheng Yiran.

Naturally, the commotion outside didn’t escape his notice… He came out later and heard a bit about the situation of these two newcomers from Will—though Will was equally puzzled, he only knew they seemed to be temporary companions or something.

“Is there something you need?” Luo Qiu smiled slightly at Cheng Yiran.

“Have we… met somewhere before?” Cheng Yiran asked with a frown.

“Perhaps.” Luo Qiu murmured, then nodded, “I’ll check if they need help. You will help, won’t you.”

Cheng Yiran subconsciously nodded.

…

Inside the dressing room.

The petite figure of the beast girl was at this moment curled up in the corner, completely sheltered under the maid’s figure.

She cradled her shoulders with both hands—her top had somehow disappeared, leaving only the slightly raised white undergarment.

Her smooth abdomen clearly had no trace of excess flesh—moreover, her skin was slightly dark but a very healthy color.

Like a shiny black pearl.

“Which one looks better to wear…” The maid, at this moment, seemed no different than most women standing in front of a fitting mirror.

“None of them…” she said, trembling.

What still lingered in her mind was the strange sailor outfit she wore last time… she could barely take it, but the two in front of her were far too shameful.

Looking at what seemed to be the maid’s decision, the beast girl suddenly had an urge to dash out and brawl with the frenzied beastmen rather than stay.

“No!!!”

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The blast at the building’s warehouse instantly rang out—the cargo hold door was directly blown apart.

A frenzied beastman was at this moment thrown out from the blaze—its body covered in crisscrossing wounds, as if cut by a sharp weapon.

In the blaze at the doorway, a man holding a sword slowly walked out.

Even though the beastman was frenzied, a trace of fear seemed to hide beneath its violent gaze.

“Beastmen… the root of all evil.”

The man raised the longsword in his hand—the Demonic Sword.

The blood-like crimson patterns on the blade sparkled at this moment.

The beastman roared angrily, relying on its powerful physique and the effect of its frenzy, it leapt up again, pouncing towards the man.

It was like a flash of black lightning, but the moment the beastman landed, its limbs were already severed… it seemed to finally come back to its senses from the frenzied state.

Its solid muscles began to wither, and its body gradually shrank… clearly, when it fully recovers, it will just be a very skinny old man.

But before it could utter a single word, a black light flashed across its vision—the last thing it saw was its severed, limbless body.

With a swing of the Demonic Sword, blood splattered, sprinkling on the ground… The man then turned elsewhere.

Throughout, besides disgust, there was nothing else in his eyes.

The fire in the city seemed to show no signs of abating.

Finally, with the Demonic Sword in hand, he quickly found a new target, clambering up a building, continuously roaring, treating the city like a primitive forest.

His gaze slightly contracted, the Demonic Sword in his hand emitted a dark red gleam.

“Truth, let this world be peaceful…”

Using the power of the Demonic Sword, he jumped directly from the ground, then ran along the outer wall of the building… At an extremely fast speed, he was already in front of the beastman, his hand raised, sword descended.

The beastman didn’t even have time to react and it was decapitated, falling down.

The man at this moment grasped the shattered glass window of the building, thus surveying the street below… seeking his next target!

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…

Beneath the night, the black river water roiled turbulently—at a certain section of the Thames Riverbed, a not-so-large boat was slowly heading towards the Fog Capital pier illuminated by fire.

All aboard were cloaked in black, their faces covered with hoods.

One among them stood at the bow, watching the chaos and fire-stricken city through binoculars.

At this moment, a small bird emitting a faint light flew in from the night sky—it seemed to be made of light, very beautiful. It finally perched on the shoulder of the cloaked person standing at the bow, chirping softly.

“Has it begun already…”

It was a man, his voice deep, he might not be young.

Now, another cloaked person approached from behind, “Mr. Ace, should we land now?”

The man at the bow… Mr. Ace, however, reached out to tease the light bird on his shoulder, chuckled softly, and said, “No rush, our employer hasn’t given us the order yet, right? But I have to admire this employer’s patience… really impressive.”

“Indeed.” The man behind agreed deeply, then suddenly asked, “Sir, with our Magician’s Association deploying so many elites this time, isn’t the reward a bit…”

“Don’t just look at the wealth on the books.” Mr. Ace said calmly, “What the Tower Masters value is the promise beneath the ledger.”

“Promise… what promise?”

But Mr. Ace seemed not to hear his subordinate’s question, continuing to focus entirely on teasing the light bird on his shoulder.

The subordinate ceased questioning, respectfully stepped back.

Mr. Ace continued to gaze at the renowned city ahead, muttering softly, “What a disaster-ridden Knight Agency…”

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…

It was as if ‘thump thump thump thump’ sounds echoed by the ears.

When Miss Beastkin awkwardly walked out of the dressing room at the community center and appeared before everyone—two punk band members brazenly whistled to express their direct and lean impressions.

The slender girl wore leather boots, her high-slit tight outfit only covering from below her abdomen’s private area upward.

The mature smokey makeup completely masked the girl’s original innocence, the gust of wind and dust almost caused the two men to struggle to hold down their guns.

The beast girl could only helplessly stretch out a hand, trying to cover her hip root position as much as possible, while the other hand barely covered the small part of her supple skin exposed.

The maid sister suddenly mischievously gave a gentle push from behind to the beast girl, “You can debut as the center.”

The girl stumbled, her usually nimble body was now rigid and at a loss—she directly fell to the ground.

Oh, it turned out the slightly raised hip area still had a well-reserved space—her tail swayed slightly in the air.

“Don’t… don’t look!!”