Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1352: Chapter 79: [Everlasting Heart Group]

Witch Maria once said that, for some special reasons, she was temporarily sharing one body with her younger sister Teresa—the body was originally supposed to belong to Teresa.

“Huh? You’re that gent… gentleman from this morning?”

Once she figured out who the two people in front of her were—Teresa first recognized the Maid, and then, after Boss Luo spoke, she recognized him as well.

Her eyes were wide open as she sized them up, as if she’d even forgotten this horrifying place she was currently in. If not for the hood still on her face (because it was just an ordinary kraft paper bag, and Maria, afraid it might get torn or accidentally lost on the way, had tearfully glued some extra layers inside to make it sturdier in order to safely get Master Qi Cai Jin’s potion), her expression would probably be clearly visible right now.

“Mm… for some special reasons.” Boss Luo casually gave a brief explanation, not the least bit embarrassed or awkward.

“So that means…” He gave the current Teresa a once-over, then slowly asked, “Is Miss Maria asleep?”

Teresa hesitated a bit before nodding—aside from these two in front of her, whom she’d at least met once, everything else here was so unfamiliar… Maybe because of a faint sense of security she couldn’t quite describe herself, she said, “Yes, Sis is sleeping really soundly this time, kind of deep. I called her a bunch of times and she didn’t respond at all… Did she, did she run into something?”

“You don’t know?” Luo Qiu was rather curious… The sisters’ senses didn’t seem to be shared.

Sure enough, Teresa shook her head. “I’m not like Sis. When she comes out, I can’t stay awake. I… I don’t have any Magic Power. I can’t use any magic, I’m just an ordinary person.”

Boss Luo looked thoughtful, while the Maid pondered for a moment, then swept her gaze over Teresa’s head. black flames directly burned away the hood… Naturally it didn’t hurt her in the slightest; she didn’t even have time to react.

But Luo Qiu remembered that, before driving the resentful spirit out of the invading body and falling into a coma, Maria seemed to have broken several ribs—yet once the body became Teresa, there didn’t seem to be any injuries.

Teresa didn’t even have the slightest trace of Magic Power on her—just as she herself had said, she was a truly ordinary person.

It seemed this wasn’t as simple as one Soul going out and another Soul going in—it was more like a sudden swap between two people.

“Miss Teresa, you’ve never been to the Non-Human Domain before?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

She subconsciously touched her cheek, feeling as if something had lightly brushed past, but without actually touching anything. At his words, she nodded. “Mm… how should I put it, strictly speaking, the body has, I guess? Sis says the Non-Human Domain is too dangerous for ordinary people… So whenever she comes in here, I usually fall asleep. Thinking about it now, what Sis said really was…”

She glanced around the Corpse Pit, at the piles of bones everywhere, and couldn’t help getting goosebumps. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, and the already impressive bouncing duo easily squeezed out two very hard-to-contain curves. “…Even though Sis would occasionally talk about some of the strange stories from the Non-Human Domain, seeing it with my own eyes…”

“You feel scared?” Boss Luo asked softly.

“I am scared…” She nodded, but her expression clearly held more than that. “I never knew the Non-Human Domain, where Sis keeps going all the time, would be this dangerous. I always thought it was some kind of fairytale world, like the magic world in J·K’s novels…”

“Are you afraid of the Non-Humans?” Boss Luo asked again.

“Mm.” She shook her head instead, frankly saying, “Maybe because, outside, I’d occasionally chat with some magicians… It just never felt like something particularly scary.”

“That’s good.” Boss Luo smiled faintly.

Just then, a figure swept in from not far away—it was that Golden Dragon with the special kink. From afar they could already hear Fafnir loudly shouting “beauty.”

As for that bloodsucker and the girl Mina, they also rushed this way after hearing the commotion.

Once they met up, there was naturally a round of greetings.

…

“So, you also don’t know what happened?”

Bazby… Norman furrowed his brows, feeling that the two people in front of him definitely weren’t telling the whole truth.

There were many concerns and questions in his mind—from the moment he fell into the Lost Rift, he’d already known that these guys wearing the uniforms of the escort team were not actual bloodsuckers.

The reason he hadn’t exposed them right from the start was because he’d judged that the danger inside the Lost Rift was far greater than these impostors pretending to be members of the escort team. It wouldn’t be wise to get into a conflict with them in the Lost Rift, so he hadn’t made a fuss and instead chose to leave this place first.

On the other hand, Bazby suspected that these three impostors might be the intruders who’d barged into the vicinity of Clan Farm that morning—but considering how subtly Bylegang Swift T. Toredo had reacted upon learning about this, he was leaning even more toward keeping his mouth shut and not exposing them.

Even now, when the Lost Fangs seemed eerily quiet, he still planned to press these doubts down for the time being.

Boss Luo simply nodded, feeling like he might actually have some talent for lying, and then said in a “sincere” tone, “We’re not very familiar with this place. If possible, we’d like to ask Mr. Norman to explain a bit more.”

Bazby shook his head outright, speaking very bluntly. “Since the Lost Fangs have quieted down for now, we should hurry and get out of here… before the next time they become active. Once we leave this pit, it’s only about ten units of power worth of distance before we reach the path leading up to the surface… This way.”

As he spoke, he directly took the girl Mina by the arm and set off first… The direction they headed in was precisely the exit path that the recurring consciousness had indicated to Boss Luo and the Maid earlier.

But this Mister Vampire probably wouldn’t expect that, after this, the Lost Fangs would likely never “become active” again—because the Lost Fangs, or more accurately the Pseudo Eternal Immortal Body, was currently inside Boss Luo’s bag.

“It’s almost evening, right?” Luo Qiu checked the time on his phone.

He and the Maid had gone to Miss Witch’s Magic House at around ten in the morning, then used the Coordinates to enter the Non-Human Domain. Now the phone showed 17:49.

“We missed both lunch and afternoon tea.” The Maid said, “Hungry?”

“Not really.” Luo Qiu smiled casually. “But I still want to eat something you made.”

“Once we’re back on the surface, I’ll figure something out.” The Maid chuckled softly.

And so they walked and chatted idly.

Behind them, a pair of eyes full of resentment watched them—ever since the beginning, the Golden Dragon hadn’t found a single opening to join the conversation.

Miro-chan, the special guest emotional columnist for the Non-Human Newspaper, seemed to be seriously lacking practical experience in this area… She trudged along silently behind them, several times on the verge of speaking up, only to hold back at the last moment.

“Speaking of which… who the hell are you?” At last, the Golden Dragon, who’d been racking his brains and still couldn’t think of a way to chat someone up, finally noticed Teresa beside him—her hood had already been quietly removed by the Maid—and he couldn’t help but frown. “And what’s with that shameful excuse for a chest… I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before? Whatever, I’m not interested in ugly chicks, go stand over there somewhere!”

Teresa opened her mouth… Did her sister have to deal with this many weirdos every time she entered the Unhuman Domain?

That’s really tough on her…

Back on topic though… there’s no way she could be called ugly, right?

As for the chest problem… she’d already been plenty troubled by it, okay!

Without realizing it, the group had already climbed out of the Corpse Pit and was heading toward the cave that led back up to the surface…

But not long after, several figures arrived at the Corpse Pit.

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At first, three figures arrived, almost at the same time. After that, five more figures arrived, and finally, another four figures showed up—twelve figures in total now gathered inside the Corpse Pit.

From the Unhuman Domain, the Everlasting Heart Group of the twelve Clans among the Thirteen Clans.

“Aside from Torrido’s Everlasting Heart Group, everyone’s here, huh.” One of the twelve Everlasting Heart Group frowned slightly at this moment. “With something this big happening, that guy still hasn’t come back to his senses? That’s some next-level laziness.”

Another Everlasting Heart Group member raised his head and looked up—this Corpse Pit was right beneath the territory of the Torrido Clan. These Everlasting Heart Group could all, by relying on the resonance between Everlasting Heart Group of the same generation, sense that Torrido’s Everlasting Heart Group was somewhere deep within the mountain above them… at least, the aura wasn’t wrong.

“He didn’t show up at the last Everlasting Heart Group meeting either, just sent Bylegang Swift T. Toredo to attend in his place.” This Everlasting Heart Group murmured, “The reaction of the Lost Fangs disappeared for good on the Torrido Clan’s turf… is that guy doing something behind our backs?”

“What is this?” Yet another Everlasting Heart Group was now staring at the dense, heavy fog inside the Corpse Pit that absolutely shouldn’t have been there.

A few Everlasting Heart Group moved at extreme speed, circling once around the region wrapped in fog before returning. “We couldn’t find any entrance, and there doesn’t even seem to be a weak point.”

As he spoke, another Everlasting Heart Group tentatively swung his hand and shot out a dark‑red wave of light—the moment the light wave entered the fog, it vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

This Everlasting Heart Group refused to accept that, and gave a cold snort. He began chanting an ancient language, and dark‑red sigils surfaced piece by piece along his forearms.

In the end, a massive beam of light as thick as a meter blasted out from his hands once again—yet the huge beam of light still disappeared instantly after plunging into the fog.

The Everlasting Heart Group all secretly felt a jolt of shock… the one who attacked had clearly gotten serious just now. That strike was enough to wipe out the land within a radius of over a hundred meters.

The Everlasting Heart Group fell into silence.

After quite a while, one of them finally broke the silence. “Everyone, I believe the reason you rushed here is the same as mine—we all suddenly lost our sense of the consciousness born from the awareness of the Holy Blood… that feeling of having a part of your own awareness forcefully cut off and burned, none of us would mistake that.”

“What exactly happened… or rather, who was it that laid hands on the Lost Fangs?”

“Could it have been that Torrido bastard? This is his turf, and it happened on his turf… plus this irregular fog! Could something be inside it?”

“Before I left, I heard that a few hours ago, the Torrido Clan’s territory was invaded by a Golden Dragon. Even their main base, the castle, was reduced to ruins.” One Everlasting Heart Group suddenly spoke up.

“The last Golden Dragon? Why is it that guy again?” One Everlasting Heart Group, apparently the hot‑headed or quick‑tempered type, spoke in a noticeably gloomy tone.

Once the Golden Dragon got involved, it would inevitably be tied to the Magician’s Association… and the Magician’s Association had that one First Tower Master, the guy almost every Non-Human in the Unhuman Domain preferred not to confront head‑on.

The one who built the most fundamental anchors of the entire Unhuman Domain had basically planted himself on an unbeaten high ground from the very beginning… if the First Tower Master couldn’t win and wanted to slip away, no one in the Unhuman Domain could ever find him. And the ones the First Tower Master could beat… naturally, there wasn’t much left to say.

In fact, in the Unhuman Domain, no one had ever been heard of who could face off head‑on against the First Tower Master of the Secret Art Tower.

The Everlasting Heart Group of the Thirteen Clans never said it out loud, but deep down they all understood—before that First Tower Master, even though the Everlasting Heart Group of the Clans stood at the top of the Unhuman Domain, they were basically just little brothers… otherwise, with the centuries‑deep grudge between the Thirteen Clans and the werewolves, the two races could never have lived side by side so peacefully in the Unhuman Domain for over a hundred years.

They’d even formed a party together during the war a century ago, a once‑in‑a‑blue‑moon occurrence between the two races… and all of that had been personally orchestrated by the First Tower Master.

At this point, for the twelve Everlasting Heart Group who had rushed over the moment they sensed something was wrong, this all felt very much like sitting at home minding your own business and disaster suddenly falling from the sky.

“Maybe we should first drag out that one absentee and have a proper chat.” A calm Everlasting Heart Group spoke slowly. “We can’t let the efforts of all these years be destroyed just like that! We’ve been running the Ceremony of the Holy Blood for so long, and that consciousness was finally starting to get a preliminary handle on the Lost Fangs…”

“Exactly!” Another Everlasting Heart Group ground his teeth. “Whatever happens, we cannot give up the Lost Fangs… that’s our one and only chance to take revenge on that damned Dream-Eating Tapir! I’ll never forget the humiliation Arex dealt me!”

With that, this Everlasting Heart Group shot straight up into the sky—since this was beneath the territory of the Torrido Clan, the most direct way to reach the resting place of Torrido’s Everlasting Heart Group was, naturally, to tear open the mountain itself.

Maybe because they were too angry, none of the Everlasting Heart Group were in the mood to care about the formalities between the Thirteen Clans.

It didn’t take much time at all; under the claws of the furious Everlasting Heart Group, the hard rock shattered like mud bricks—soon, the twelve Everlasting Heart Group had blasted open an entrance and stepped into an ancient cave.

In the cave, a massive bronze coffin was hanging in the very center of the cavern, suspended by twelve chains.

Now that the twelve Everlasting Heart Group had barged in here, it felt like a bunch of thugs crashing into a girl’s boudoir—but the girl inside the boudoir still showed no reaction whatsoever.

All of them sensed that something was off, so they directly opened the huge bronze coffin hanging above.

The moment the bronze coffin opened, what appeared before the twelve Clan Everlasting Heart Group was actually a crudely made straw dummy!

And pasted haphazardly on the dummy’s body was a sheet of White Paper, with just two simple characters written on it: “Everlasting Heart Group”…

“Huh, the handwriting’s actually pretty good… wait, what the hell is this!!”