Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1318: Chapter 45: Quiet Arrival

It seems like there’s nothing left for them to do—ever since Knight Bedivere succeeded in the ‘singing’ operation and then left.

The rioting beastmen in the Fog Capital have calmed down and are starting to be controlled by the knights—as for those magicians temporarily assembled using composite spells, they dispersed on their own afterwards.

Suddenly, it became quiet… This made Cheng Yiran and his companions suddenly feel a sense of unease.

Perhaps it’s such a process, ordinary people getting involved in mysterious events—participating in mysterious events—becoming a part of the events—suddenly resolved—and finally becoming at a loss, not knowing what to do.

They were in a bar nearby the street where the huge composite amplifying magic was located, which had already been damaged, and sat down.

The guests here, including the bar owner and bartender, were no longer present—after Will found a few bottles of liquor that hadn’t been broken, he put some money on the counter, then asked everyone to bring over the chaotic tables and chairs, barely setting up a complete place.

“Well… anyway, in any case…” Will looked at the companions who were silently watching him at the moment, smiled and said, “Cheers… shall we?”

“Cheers!!”

Alcohol is a good thing… for those who like it.

After two cups, even the nerves that were originally a bit sluggish and numb began to become active.

Then, under the gradually excited atmosphere, they began discussing today’s events—they only had the time to discuss them now.

Klein and Nick were not here; they had already started dealing with the aftermath with the other knights—but Klein said he would definitely come back to see Will and the others later.

As for the beastman girl and Oga, they followed and left under Klein’s suggestion.

“So… what will happen to us next?”

Amidst the heated discussion, this question was suddenly raised—they suddenly fell into silence.

What will happen next?

“Will we be disposed of?”

“You idiot, didn’t we contribute after all? And looking at that biker knight, he didn’t seem like such a heartless person, did he?”

“Probably… maybe?”

Will shook his head, looking at the apprehension between his two companions, slowly exhaled… At this time, Cheng Yiran was sitting alone at the bar, seemingly pondering something—beside him was his guitar that he never parted with.

This should be the first time he’s taken this guitar out to use… Will thought to himself.

He naturally didn’t associate it with the essence of this guitar, but he felt something mysterious about Cheng Yiran being able to wake up Oga in the end.

“What are you thinking?” He came over with two glasses and a bottle of tequila.

“Nothing.” Cheng Yiran shook his head, “Just feel… like I want some quiet.”

“Drink?” Will shook the bottle.

“I’ll have a cup.” Cheng Yiran exhaled and said with a smile.

“We… what will happen next.” Will sat down, and after a while, muttered this question softly—he was also pondering this issue.

But Cheng Yiran suddenly thought of Zhong Luochen—he had signed with Zhong Luochen’s company before going abroad, later chose to go abroad for further studies willfully, thinking Zhong Luochen wouldn’t agree, but to his surprise, he didn’t oppose and even provided him with a considerable sum for his studies.

It had been a while since he last contacted this nominal boss, wondering if he’s been okay lately… and how the thing he wanted to do was going.

“By the way, how come you were unharmed at that time?” Cheng Yiran suddenly curiously asked Will.

“At that time?” Will was taken aback.

Cheng Yiran nodded, “When everyone became crazy, weren’t you still sober?”

Will suddenly seemed to realize, then shook his head, “I’m not sure too, at that time my mind was also in chaos, but I don’t know why, something seemed to suddenly calm me down… I always felt like it was something protecting me, right?”

Saying this, he took out a pendant from his pocket and placed it on the bar.

Cheng Yiran picked it up and took a look… discovered there was a clasp on the back of the pendant, so he opened it out of curiosity—it turned out to be a small photo frame—but there was no photo inside.

“Actually, I’ve opened it before, there was never a photo.” Will shrugged.

But Cheng Yiran noticed a badge carved inside, said subconsciously, “Isn’t this badge the…”

“Seems like a royal crest, right?” Will appeared somewhat hesitant—as a genuine Briton, he wouldn’t fail to recognize the origin of this badge—his curiosity was piqued as this pendant was given to him as a return gift by the beastman girl.

But… it probably has nothing to do with the Royal Family, right?

After all, it’s a beastman.

For some reason… it suddenly seemed like it started raining outside.

The rainwater was washing away everything in the city… the rainwater even blew into the bar, with slight mist floating onto their faces, bringing a sense of moisture.

Suddenly, it felt as though the entire world became quiet.

…

…

Westminster Palace.

Their coronation ceremony didn’t take much time… after hearing sounds inside the room, Dagonet and Ofen hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the room.

Inside the room, they saw their foster mother, now officially Her Majesty the Queen of Britain, sitting alone in a chair, silently watching outside the window.

There were two teacups… Dagonet couldn’t help but frown.

“Your Majesty, you called us in, is there something?” Ofen was the first to speak.

Her Majesty the Queen withdrew her gaze at this moment, smiled and said, “When there are no outsiders, just call me mother… I like it better when you call me mother than being called Queen.”

“Mother… are you worried about the upcoming events?” Ofen nodded and hesitantly asked.

Her Majesty the Queen shook her head, after pondering for a while, suddenly said, “Dagonet, Ofen… there’s something I want you to do privately.”

“Please speak.” Dagonet rarely spoke seriously.

The queen slowly exhaled, “Meet with your brother on my behalf and extend my greetings to him… Also, tell him that his place as Crown Prince still needs to be held for a while longer. Finally… well, help him trim those extra nails.”

The two exchanged a glance, then nodded.

“What about Lancelot?” The queen showed a trace of concern after finishing her instruction, “I am a bit worried about her… If she hadn’t destroyed the Holy Grail this time, even with our full preparations, we might not have succeeded.”

“As for her…” Dagonet quickly said, “She is currently in another room, in need of treatment… but, Lancelot’s power?”

The queen shook her head at this moment, “Regarding Lancelot’s mysterious power, it shall never be mentioned again, classify it as one of the top secret archives.”

“Mother?” Ofen couldn’t help being greatly surprised.

The queen merely smiled and said, “A lady told me… as long as we act like this thing never happened, we’ll have much less trouble.”

“A lady?”

The two were greatly surprised… was it the person the queen met before they came in?

…

Among the few remaining intact rooms in Westminster Palace, one of them.

On the bed, covered by a pure white quilt, lay the Female Knight, Lancelot, who had been in a coma ever since the destruction of the Holy Grail.

Outside the door, naturally, there were guards watching over… two senior knights who were lightly injured in the recent battle.

However, these two diligent knights were unaware that a stranger had already entered the room they were guarding.

The maid had actually been standing by the bedside for a minute or two.

She looked at the sleeping Lancelot, seemingly contemplating something.

Suddenly, the maid stepped closer to the bed—she reached out and pressed her hand on Lancelot’s forehead, allowing a tiny black light to slowly merge into her body.

Following this, Lancelot’s body began to float… a large amount of black mist erupted from her body, and as the mist poured out, her body gradually disappeared… until it completely vanished.

The black mist swiftly began to reassemble.

Finally, it solidified.

She still bore Lancelot’s appearance—but now she was dressed as a noblewoman.

With her hands folded in front… upon waking, she slowly opened her eyes… Unlike the usual expressionless Lancelot, this “she” had a distinctly more expressive demeanor.

At the same time, the subtleties in her expressions made her astonishingly beautiful.

“Long time no see, Ms. You Ye.” ‘She’ smiled, her face blooming like a peach.

“Eleanor… indeed, it’s been a while.” The maid nodded, then said expressionlessly, “Do you know why I had to forcibly awaken you?”

‘She’… the Duchess of Aquitaine, now looked quite puzzled and said, “As someone who manages all rewards and punishments for Black soul envoys, if you are forcing a resting Black Soul to awaken, it likely means the holiday is being terminated? But I don’t recall ever violating the holiday regulations. So, forgive my ignorance, I truly don’t know.”

“Have you forgotten so quickly what you’ve done?” The maid replied coolly, “Do you not remember what you did at the Royal Hall, or do I need to make you remember?”

“Are you referring to the Holy Grail incident?” Eleanor now looked surprised and said, “If my memory isn’t confused, then this Holy Grail was something the Club Owner…”

At this point, Eleanor suddenly stopped, glanced at the maid, and with a light smile said, “…the previous owner bestowed upon me for use during that battle, right? Since it hasn’t been reclaimed until now, shouldn’t I have retained the right to use it? In other words… even if I destroyed it, I should still have that right—after all, it was bestowed upon me, wasn’t it?”

“Even if it was bestowed upon you, it still belongs to the store.” The maid said expressionlessly, “As a part of the store’s assets… even you are considered part of the store’s assets. You can’t possibly be unaware of how much extra profit the Holy Grail could bring to the Club Owner, right? So, can you still think you haven’t done anything wrong?”

The Duchess of Aquitaine squinted her eyes, seemingly amused, and said, “Ah, I wonder how long I’ve been asleep, centuries perhaps… Time has passed so long that someone who never cared about store business profits, never concerned with the Club Owner’s transactions like you has started caring about these things… or is it that the new owner is a bit too extravagant, to the point of running out of time?”

The maid smiled gently and said softly, “Eleanor, I am in charge of punishing and rewarding Black soul envoys, and my greatest authority includes snuffing out your Life Lamp from the Covenant Cabinet.”

Without a smile, the Duchess looked at the maid, quite surprised and then curiously said, “It seems we have quite a remarkable new owner in our store… well, are you planning to summon me now?”

“The owner has no such intention, so it is unnecessary.” The maid replied calmly.

“Hmm… Didn’t you just tease me earlier, yet now acting so unfeeling.” The Duchess shook her head slightly, as if disappointed, then returned to the bedside under the maid’s kindly gaze and sat down.

She looked up at the maid, smiled, and said, “Deduct the loss of the Holy Grail from my performance… If I remember correctly, I can still manage to repay for losing around ten or eight Holy Grails. If there’s nothing else, then I’ll continue my vacation.”

The maid remained silent, simply watching as the Duchess lay back down on the bed, listening to her final words before she closed her eyes.

“I’m glad that in this temporary awakening, I could see your change… My dear pupil, please convey my regards to our new owner.”

“That’s just a memory from a Sub-world.”

The Duchess slowly closed her eyes… her body transformed into the black mist form, and then she returned to her original appearance as Lancelot.

The maid let out a slow breath, looking at ‘her’ now returned to a coma state, then stepped forward to place the quilt over ‘her’ once more.

Hmm… The quilt seemed to cover a bit too much, finally covering ‘her’ head as well.

…

When Her Majesty the Queen arrived with Dagonet and Ofen, she was startled to see Lancelot covered with a white quilt—normally, such a sight could only be seen in a morgue.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

At this moment, Dagonet’s phone rang. After answering it, he responded with a grunt and then said calmly, “Alright, I got it… send someone to chase them back.”

After putting down the phone, he looked at Her Majesty the Queen and said, “Mother, those Doomsday Myth members who were detained have been rescued.”

“I know,” Her Majesty the Queen nodded, seemingly unperturbed, but carefully tidied up Lancelot’s bedding, “Oh, Dagonet, is this your prank? You won’t find a lady you fancy like this; it’s not very gentlemanly.”

“…It wasn’t me.”

Ofen looked at Dagonet in surprise.

Mr. Clown put on a face of weeping, “It really wasn’t me…”

…

…

In the Fog Capital… in a middle-class residence, the sound of chains being forcibly snapped rang out.

The fragments of the chain crafted by Halmstone fell to the ground, making a crisp sound — in the end, it was Catherine who undid the chain.

At this moment, she rubbed her wrist, then looked discontentedly at the figure in front of her — the person was wearing a gray-black robe and a speechless mask: Royal Guardian.

“I say, when will you take off that mask? Could you quickly give me back my handsome Caesar?”

The Royal Guardian reached up to remove the mask from his face, revealing his original appearance… Caesar.

Catherine screamed and leapt into his embrace, snuggling comfortably against his chest… after a long while, she lifted her head and said, “How was my acting during the hall scene? I really cried, so how will you reward me?”

Caesar simply ruffled her hair, gave a smile, and then looked around at the people in the room… he bowed deeply to Judas and the others and said softly, “This time, thanks for everyone’s hard work… for my willfulness.”

“Leader, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Judas smiled and said, “You’ve already told us what to do, so… we will bear everything with you. Moreover, compared to the original setup, now allowing the Queen to have real power… is more beneficial for us.”

Caesar didn’t dwell too much on it; he just nodded and then said, “Tomorrow, we’ll set off back. There should be a meeting tomorrow evening, and I need to appear in front of those people earlier.”

“Leader, can’t we have a day off…” Tip looked as if he’d bitten into a bitter melon.

But in the next second, Judas grabbed him and carried him out of the room — after this, Dobas nodded to both Caesar and Catherine, “Well, I’ll head to the club now, hopefully, it hasn’t been too badly damaged.”

Soon, only Caesar and Catherine were left in the room.

This time, Catherine stood on tiptoe without a word, grabbing his head with both hands and passionately kissing him.

The sound of breathing began to echo.

After a bout of stormy passion, Catherine had already fallen asleep… Caesar stood naked in front of the bed, covering her with a blanket before donning a robe and leaving the room — entering the study of this house.

What surprised him — or rather, tensed him instantly was… he saw someone who didn’t belong here in the study.

Standing in front of the study’s bookshelf, with a book in hand, looking down at it… when he heard Caesar pushing the door open, he closed the book.

Smiling, he said, “Sorry, I’ve been here for a little while, but it seems I picked the wrong time… so I had to wait here for a bit.”

Caesar didn’t alert anyone in the house, he just casually walked in and gently closed the door… his eyes suddenly turned into brilliant amber gold.

“I mean no harm… you can just think of me as a door-to-door salesman,” he said softly, “Besides, it’s best not to continuously exert power that doesn’t belong to you, Mr. Caesar… or should I say, Prince Kafka.”

The one appearing before Caesar was precisely the mysterious young man he encountered at the theater who claimed to be a passerby…

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PS1: The next chapter will be later…