Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1319: Chapter 46: Dawn

Suddenly the rain began to fall, even though it was just a moment ago when the moon shone brightly—perhaps, even after experiencing a terrifying event as if it were the end of days.

People walked the streets, reaching out to touch the softly falling drizzle, feeling it as it wet them, and seemingly beginning to forget some things.

All around the streets of the Fog Capital… within the city, this scene could be seen everywhere.

People stared blankly at the sky, drenched in rain, then gradually became lost… the elderly, men and women, children, and even pets.

Something seemed to be shuttling through this rain… quickly moving—figures clad in black robes.

They roamed every corner of the city, wielding magic wands that could amplify magic techniques, beginning to cast them on the damaged buildings and streets.

One could see such a miracle:

Collapsed buildings, shattered materials began to float bit by bit, then quickly returned to their original positions… when the materials were recombined, not even a crack remained—they were restored to their original appearance.

The damaged potholes on the streets began to be filled… damaged public facilities also began to gradually repair themselves as if by self-restoration.

A special technique called ‘Restoration Spell’ was being used, and naturally, it was being released by this visiting Mage Corps.

“Hurry up! We need to repair the damaged parts of this city before sunrise!”

The person directing the actions of the magicians was conveying commands to all the magicians.

“Don’t worry about any consumption! All Mithril expenditures will be reimbursed by the Queen of Britain! Although we didn’t participate in the battle this time, we also need to show the knights of Britain the abilities of our Magician’s Association!”

Thus, those figures shuttling through the streets and buildings increased their speed… and on the streets, everywhere one could see Mithril, which had been used up storing magic power, now turned into ordinary stones.

…

Outside the window, the rain was drizzling, and occasionally, perhaps one could see a shadow flying by from afar… In the study, Caesar did not truly relax his tense state but silently moved closer by two steps.

“Last time it was a passerby, this time a salesman, what will it be next?” Caesar asked with an expressionless face.

The mysterious young man… Boss Luo casually replied, “As for what it will be like next time we meet, to be honest, I’m not too sure… perhaps there won’t even be another chance to meet. I’ve recently become accustomed to letting things happen naturally… simply put, it means having a more random outlook.”

Suddenly, Caesar relaxed his body, his taut muscles also started to loosen, and he gently exhaled a breath, “Your Excellency’s late-night visit surely isn’t truly for sales… It seems, I don’t have anything I need.”

Luo Qiu smiled and said, “There will always be certain things that both you and I need… as long as living beings are still acting for some matter. If there really is none, then perhaps it’d only be beings that think ‘as long as I can sleep’… About four hours ago, I received some hints…”

Luo Qiu looked at Caesar’s furrowed brow and slowly said, “The hints I received pertained to the quantity of souls… among them even included a thousand pig souls… Honestly, I was somewhat surprised.”

Suddenly, fine beads of sweat appeared on Caesar’s forehead.

At this time, it seemed darkness was enveloping him… and even the entire world he saw—though darkness didn’t truly appear, it was merely the feeling he had at that moment.

“You are… the Holy Grail?” Caesar’s face dramatically changed at this moment.

“Mr. Caesar also has a sense of humor indeed.”

Luo Qiu chuckled, “However, strictly speaking, I do have some connection with the Holy Grail you all know… or rather, it could be said it’s something I’ve recently inherited. Hmm, inheritance is slightly inappropriate, perhaps saying it’s currently under my name would be better understood.”

“Is…” Caesar paused, furrowing his brow before speaking, “The origin of the Holy Grail is quite mysterious, and the Knight Agency has always kept it secret… But evidently, the Holy Grail differs from that cup in history which bore the blood of the Saints… Are you the creator of the Holy Grail?”

“I didn’t create it.” Boss Luo shook his head, “But I have the capability to create it.”

The boss extended his palm, from the center a glow emerged, and that Holy Grail that had been destroyed by Lancelot in the Royal Hall began to slowly restore before Caesar’s eyes…

As the last trace of crack on the Holy Grail disappeared, the aura he had once sensed upon facing the Holy Grail rushed in on him once again.

Luo Qiu casually placed the Holy Grail on the desk in the study.

Caesar slowly took a breath, his fingers quietly pointing to the floor of the study—at this moment, his only plan was to promptly alert everyone inside the house to leave immediately.

The difference in power, he already felt… and it was the kind of difference completely irreparable—perhaps with one move… or maybe not even given the chance to make a move.

“Don’t like it?”

Unexpectedly, just as Caesar was about to signal an alert, Boss Luo pointed at the Holy Grail—at this moment, the Holy Grail directly dismantled in front of Caesar.

Restoring the Holy Grail… destroying the Holy Grail, in less than ten seconds, as simple as molding a ceramic embryo with clay.

The event unfolding before his eyes was already causing Caesar’s thoughts to enter a state of stagnation… or perhaps, from the moment he stepped in, he was already subjected to some illusion technique magic?

Yet the initial plan of signaling an alert was halted because of this.

“We don’t want to believe what’s happening in front of us, exceeding parts we understand.”

Although the Holy Grail shattered directly under Luo Qiu’s fingertip, it didn’t dissipate… maintaining a state akin to dispersed particles, as if it could reassemble at any moment.

The boss’s voice continued, “Just like tonight, Fog Capital’s residents also find it hard to believe what’s happened. They look at you… and you look at this Holy Grail, it’s all the same.”

“You… why did you come looking for me?”

Not that he disbelieved this, thinking he might have fallen victim to some illusion technique was merely due to mental protection… the opponent’s strength, he had indeed already experienced.

Back at the theater, unable to break an invisible barrier… he was already acutely aware.

He refused to believe, after a great battle, the destroyed Holy Grail could be so easily created and destroyed in the opponent’s hands, just as at that time Tip refused to imagine this power and explained using a defensive super secret treasure.

But when facing these lies and truths… he ultimately chose a truth beyond belief, his throat somewhat dry, asked the doubt within his heart.

“I really am only here to promote something.” Luo Qiu smiled lightly, “I think you might have needs… for you, for what you and your lifetime wish to accomplish.”

“Are you talking about… the Holy Grail?” Caesar, after some silence, frowned.

“You don’t want the Holy Grail.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “If you wanted the Holy Grail, before Perkins managed to wish upon the Holy Grail, you had plenty of chances to easily snatch it from him… Why delay till the end? Though during processes the Holy Grail was destroyed, indeed caught the initiator of this plan… the lady and you somewhat off guard—nevertheless evidently, you were willing to see its destruction.”

“Such power shouldn’t remain in the world.” Caesar said solemnly, “How many Perkinses would reappear because of the Holy Grail.”

“That’s why I’m recommending something else to you.”

Luo Qiu smiled gently, “Something that can allow you… the beastmen behind you, and even all the beastmen you’ve dedicated your life to helping walk openly in the sunlight, within people’s gaze.”

“What are you talking about?” Caesar couldn’t help but open his mouth.

“Let you experience it more directly.” Boss Luo at this moment smiled lightly, then snapped his fingers.

The world… in this instant shifted.

The study with soft, orange light vanished from Caesar’s sight in less than a blink—replaced by a bustling and thriving town.

He and Luo Qiu stood atop this large town’s city wall.

Hurried people, streets in the medieval style, and… all sorts of figures in diverse armor, or wielding magic wands, dressed like fantasy mages.

Or carrying bows and arrows, looking like ethereal elves of the legends.

Even… various rough or petite ones with obvious beast features walked the streets normally, casually conversing with others… beastmen.

“This place…” Caesar, deeply moved, looked at everything before him.

Among myriad people, Demi-humans… even beastmen, legendary elves, freely walking down the streets.

Discussing and laughing, talking about all sorts of topics… Different Beings, not at all concealing themselves.

For him, this moment felt like coming to a legendary Eden.

“Welcome to ‘Origin Town’.

Luo Qiu’s voice softly echoed in Caesar’s ear, “I’ve named this world the [Ys Grand World]… This is a fantasy-style world, a real world I’ve created. Here, even a race like the Beastmen won’t suffer any oppression or exclusion, and humans won’t fear their existence. On the contrary, Beastmen are quite welcome within the ranks here… There’s even a nation that belongs to the Beastmen appearing.”

Under the vast, nearly infinite clear blue sky, the breeze swept over the city walls, ruffling Caesar’s hair… He instinctively placed his hands on the wall’s railing, gazing at everything below.

“I think, perhaps compared to what you’ve been secretly working on, the current situation of the Beastmen society you wish to realize… this might be more suitable.”

Luo Qiu said softly, “So, I plan to sell it to you. Of course, the only downside is… it currently lacks the internet, and the living standards vary across different regions… the most advanced only reach the 1940s or 50s. Also, there may be a slight sense of escapism here.”

“But even as an escape, it’s sufficient…” Caesar turned around, “Truly… an irresistible offer.”

…

It felt like a long journey… clearly, only ten minutes had passed since he returned.

The so-called salesperson had already left the study… left the house.

And what was left to Caesar was merely a pass that allowed free access to the [Ys Grand World]… Only those with Beastman blood could use it to enter that world.

——First, you need to explain the situation of this world to every Beastman.

——Second, the decision to go must not be made through coercion; it needs to be the Beastman’s decision. If they agree, they proceed; if they don’t, please erase everything they have seen.

——Third, you have the opportunity to show the [Ys Grand World] to the chosen Beastmen only once, but once they enter this world, they cannot return here.

——Fourth, once you die in this world, your souls… belong to me.

And… the words he left behind.

“[Ys Grand World], a world where we can live under the sun…”

Caesar sat at the desk, tightly clutching the pass in his hand, lost in contemplation.

The rain outside hadn’t stopped… He clearly understood the effect of the rainwater—it’s a spell known as ‘Memory Erasure’ released jointly by the Mage Corps. It will make the residents who experienced the Fog Capital event selectively forget about the Beastmen and all supernatural matters.

This was also the strategy he and the Queen had prepared at the start of this operation.

Suddenly, Caesar felt like he had been doing something that wasted his energy all these years… A deep sense of fatigue quietly crept in—in front of the pass in his hand.

He even had an impulse to go out and let the rain from the sky soak him… However, this level of ‘Elimination Spell’ could not affect Non-Humans at all—even the weakest Non-Human is unaffected.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

It wasn’t Judas, nor Tip, and not even Catherine’s voice… but another, older female voice.

A maid’s voice, responsible for the daily cleaning in the house… an ordinary human.

“Mr. Davis, Mr. Davis, are you in there? Can I come in?”

Caesar sighed slowly at this moment, and then his body and even his appearance began to age—not the princely handsome look, but turning into an ordinary man in his forties.

Using the voice of that age, Caesar slowly said, “It’s me… you can come in.”

The maid pushed the door open and came in. Seeing it was indeed Mr. Davis, the owner of the house, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I seemed to hear some noise here, so I came to have a look, afraid it was a thief.”

“It’s nothing, I was just looking at some documents.” Caesar said calmly, “Also, I’ll be finishing my vacation tomorrow and heading back to Northern Ireland, so I’ll have to trouble you to take care of this place.”

“It’s my duty, I’ll make sure to take care of this house.” The maid said quite respectfully.

Carelessness in taking care wouldn’t do, as this… is the holiday property bought in the Fog Capital by Mr. Davis, the Chief Minister of Northern Ireland.

She had been working here for over ten years.

…

…

Westminster Palace… the first place to be restored.

In the observation deck of the giant clock known as the Westminster Palace Clock Tower, Luo Qiu was looking at the city being gradually restored.

He suddenly spoke, “A city is like a rotating, enormous clock. Every person living here is one of its small components. Each person has an indispensable role. Even in this Non-Human event, ordinary people have places where they can play their part… It was a fulfilling night, don’t you think?”

Boss Luo turned around… behind him, the maid slowly approached.

“It seems the master had an enjoyable time tonight.”

“After all, this time, I also played the role of an audience member properly.” Luo Qiu chuckled, “… How’s your relationship with that student of yours?”

“A feeling of… being played by a mischievous student?”

The maid smiled slightly, though her eyes bore a rare warmth—for an outsider.

“That must have been a pleasant time.” Luo Qiu laughed, then opened his palm… a seven-colored flower began floating out from his palm, “A gift for you.”

“The legendary Septcolor Geranium.” The maid recognized it immediately.

“Yes, although it’s just a legend.” Luo Qiu handed the flower to the maid, “But making legends into reality is fine.”

It… naturally grew against the natural law, a real flower, but its creation and growth time were simply accelerated.

Clutching the Septcolor Geranium to her chest, the maid smiled slightly and then looked up, “Master, regarding the punishment for the damage caused to the [Holy Grail], it’s already been issued… Eleanor sensibly volunteered for compensation.”

“She…” Luo Qiu nodded, “When I was looking at the accounts, she seemed to be your former… maid?”

“Should her fine be increased?” The maid said calmly, “I think it should be increased, we could stop her vacation immediately and have her return to work.”

Luo Qiu just smiled, “Although I’ve never met her personally, she was your senior who taught you for a period… so let’s leave it this time. Besides…”

In his palm, the hovering [Holy Grail] appeared and was recombined once again.

Luo Qiu casually said, “This thing had self-repair abilities from the previous creator, so since it’s back, there’s no problem. But… leaving it here isn’t quite appropriate.”

“Is the master planning to put it back in the warehouse?” The maid asked curiously.

“Hmm… let me think.” Boss Luo pondered for a moment, then, with some mischievous intent, he came up with an idea… waved his hand, and opened a door.

The Border Gate.

Boss Luo casually tossed the [Holy Grail] in, then said, “The Sub-world is random, and it will come with its legend upon arrival, then will be contested for… Hmm, let’s call it the [Holy Grail War]?”

The maid’s gaze remained steady… As long as the master was happy.

…

Luo Qiu suddenly said, “By the way, the ‘Doomsday Myth’ should gradually disappear from the world until it’s completely erased… so you won’t have to stand with a dictionary as punishment.”

The rain stopped.

The boss and the maid stayed on the central tower together until dawn… When the city was completely restored, the first rays of the morning light began to move toward them from the horizon’s edge.

The Septcolor Geranium in her hand was bathed in this light, radiantly shimmering.

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