Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1417: Chapter 144: Crystal Box

The Light Gate opened, and the party led by the First Tower Master of the Magician’s Association slowly emerged.

This was a private, exclusive teleportation room in the Association High Tower belonging to Dazzle; therefore, when Long Xiruo and the lady with butterfly wings stepped out, they didn’t see anyone.

As for Fafnir, after being packed, he was casually tossed aside by the Godly Land’s true dragon—Luminous Tower Master wanted to say something but ended up swallowing back the words.

“Teacher, if you’re not in a hurry to head to the battlefield site, please allow me to deal with the Association’s matters first… Um, it’ll take just two hours.”

“Oh, go ahead.” Long Xiruo casually nodded. Naturally, she wouldn’t completely disregard the face of this nominal disciple, and she also knew that Dazzle surely had many headaches to deal with at this moment.

After all, much had happened over the past couple of days and nights—as a regional Guardian-like role, there were indeed many extremely troublesome problems.

This was probably why this Godly Land’s true dragon became increasingly ‘weary’ in modern-day China after the Management Bureau appeared.

However… at this moment, the atmosphere in the Association seemed somewhat different, and the true dragon immediately sensed this upon stepping out of the exclusive room.

And Dazzle also almost immediately felt that a sense of mournfulness shrouded the Association at this time.

He immediately called in a magician from the Association to inquire, and finally, was shocked by the news he received: the Secret Steel Tower Master was dead, and the werewolf legendary hero Kuluo Luoya personally brought back his corpse.

“Bring Kuluo Luoya to see me.”

At this moment, Long Xiruo saw a trace of killing intent on Dazzle’s face. She knew that this usually good-natured fellow was truly angry.

She naturally felt embarrassed to mention her previous requests again—at least, she wouldn’t voluntarily remind him.

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Fog Capital, a certain dock.

When the regular patrol personnel had already left, leaving only two guards, the dock in the deep of the night seemed especially quiet—of course, the city’s light pollution had not spared this small tranquil place either.

But the guards didn’t care. The two were staying inside a small shed, eating Walkers’ chips, drinking beer, and watching reruns of a season of [The Big Bang XX], occasionally letting out some silly giggles.

A yacht quietly approached this deserted dock.

The yacht appeared to be a possession of some wealthy individual… even from a distance, one could see some valuable interior decor—at this moment, inside the yacht, a group of people in combat attire was preparing to disembark.

Among them was an old man, his face bloodless, looking like a candle in the wind, seemingly about to die at any moment—this old man was none other than the long-missing and mysteriously vanished Mr. Haus.

He looked at the dock he was approaching, and with his dead, desolate eyes, he seemed to have regained a hint of vitality… as he neared the opportunity to come back from death—after crossing half the globe, he was finally about to reach his destination.

Meanwhile, on the yacht’s deck, Nan Xiao Nan was enjoying the sea breeze, quietly munching on a piece of unknown-brand chocolate.

“I remember you used to not like sweets much.”

A man’s voice came from behind… Nan Xiao Nan didn’t turn around, knowing from the voice that behind him was Qin disguised as ‘Tang Tianlin.’

“If people don’t make some changes, they will be abandoned by the world,” Nan Xiao Nan said casually.

He was unaware that his identity had long been discovered, nor did he know that the Nan Xiao Nan in front of him was no longer the person from the same research institute as him but a visitor from an alternate world… he just gazed thoughtfully at the woman’s back in front of him.

Just like the past, but unfortunately, several years had passed.

The yacht was about to dock, and he finally spoke, “Get ready to go ashore… there will soon be accurate information about the [Perfect Being].”

“Hope everything goes smoothly,” Nan Xiao Nan shrugged, walking past Qin without a moment’s hesitation.

Not long after, in the guards’ small shed, when the theme song of the TV show [The-History-of-Everything] played once again, figures had quietly infiltrated the dock and quickly disappeared into the night.

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The car slowly drove to the hotel’s entrance… nine o’clock in the morning—in fact, they could have arrived even earlier, but the guests inside the car requested a tour of the city.

Jin Zhongyuan certainly had no objections—after all, the better he could serve this Young Master Qiu, the more rewards he would receive from Chen Peter, right?

“Here we are, gentlemen… Alec Grand Hotel.” Jin Zhongyuan opened the car door for the two in the backseat, eagerly doing everything he could.

Boss Luo disembarked, then helped the maid down, casually glancing around—at this hour in the morning, there were already many guests preparing to check in.

In front of the Alec Grand Hotel, many people were waiting, creating quite a lively scene.

It’s rumored to be a historic old hotel—of course, due to its long history, it still uses the former appellation: hotel.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the sky, and a helicopter appeared, slowly landing on the helipad.

Jin Zhongyuan casually murmured “Oh,” glancing a bit longer—people were curious this way, mostly then not paying much more attention.

Only the doorman waiting in front of the hotel paid more attention to the helicopter’s activity—they knew the last guest arriving by helicopter was last month.

And last month’s guest was generous and noble, an important person not to be offended.

Quickly, someone was specially assigned to greet the guest arriving by helicopter—as the doorman assisted, a corpulent man slowly stepped off the helicopter.

Due to his weight, this man immediately left a strong impression.

Jin Zhongyuan also saw it and instinctively said, “Quite quick to see him again… right, Young Master Qiu?”

Boss Luo naturally noticed the man disembarking from the helicopter, and in response to Jin Zhongyuan’s question, he just smiled casually, slightly curving his arm to let the maid easily take his arm, and then walked into the Alec Grand Hotel.

Jin Zhongyuan carried the luggage, closely following behind… He had received many distinguished guests—because Chen Peter often introduced guests that the Song Dynasty Hotel couldn’t accommodate locally, letting him act as a guide, so he had frequent exposure to high society, naturally broadening his perspective beyond that of ordinary people.

But he couldn’t discern where Young Master Qiu’s nobility lay—however, this Young Master Qiu’s female companion truly exuded an awe-inspiring nobility from within her very bones.

Yet even so, even without being able to see where the other party’s nobility lay, Jin Zhongyuan felt even more tense than when he received a member of royalty in the past.

An un-noble… nobility?

Jin Zhongyuan shook his head and suddenly thought of the man who arrived by helicopter, his figure bloated—purely, Jin Zhongyuan just felt that this man was fundamentally different from the gentlemen and celebrities he had come into contact with… more like an ordinary person who suddenly had a lot of money.

Perhaps he was a lucky guy who won the lottery and then squandered it recklessly—thinking of this, Jin Zhongyuan suddenly remembered that this man seemed to have taken the Alec Grand Hotel’s special car from the train station, didn’t he?

When did he switch to taking a helicopter… just for a grand entrance?

Perhaps he really was just a vulgar upstart.

Jin Zhongyuan didn’t pay much attention, and as they were about to reach the front desk, he first approached Boss Luo and the maid to handle the check-in procedures for them.

By coincidence, the bloated man who arrived by helicopter was also being escorted by the doorman and approached the front desk, seemingly intending to check in as well.

Mr. Dillons… Jin Zhongyuan heard the receptionist call the bloated man by this name.

Dillons… this was a name unknown to Jin Zhongyuan.

However, there were many wealthy people in Britannia, and it was not surprising that he didn’t know—what’s more, if he was indeed just a lucky lottery winner, it naturally wouldn’t be well-known.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dillons, your reserved room is not ready yet… You’ll need to wait at least three more hours because the current guest hasn’t checked out yet.”

“Oh, that’s really unfortunate news.” The bloated man… Dillons showed little displeasure, only shaking his head slightly and said, “But clearly my time is too valuable to waste on such waiting.”

“I’m really sorry… I’ll check immediately if there are any vacancies of the same type of room.” The receptionist hastily said.

Dillons smiled and indicated, “It’s alright, but I only want the best room… I’ve changed my mind, arrange the Presidential Suite for me, please.”

The receptionist opened her mouth in surprise, seemingly caught off guard… then somewhat awkwardly looked at the colleague beside her who was handling the check-in for another guest—the one being checked into the Presidential Suite.

Jin Zhongyuan had been listening all along, with no expression on his face, but his heart sneered.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dillons, the Presidential Suite has already been booked.” The receptionist had to smile bitterly at Dillons at this moment, “Moreover, this guest is right next to you… I think there’s another similar room available, at a much more favorable price, would you like to consider it?”

Dillons didn’t display an overbearing attitude, appearing more as if joking, “Miss, do I look like someone who would worry about money? But since it’s already taken, I’ll have to give it up.”

She was very grateful for the guest’s understanding and quickly began processing the transaction… She glanced surreptitiously and noticed that Mr. Dillons seemed to show a hint of regret.

Hmm… to feel regret for not being able to stay in the Presidential Suite, the world of the wealthy is truly fascinating, she thought.

“If you don’t mind, we can let you have this suite, Mr. Dillons.”

Jin Zhongyuan couldn’t help but be taken aback… because the one speaking at this moment was the mysterious Young Master Qiu. Jin Zhongyuan turned, puzzled, looking at Boss Luo, even signaling his confusion.

“You want to give your room to me?” Dillons was evidently very surprised by this, asking in astonishment.

Boss Luo smiled and said, “Of course.”

Dillons frowned, contemplating, and puzzlingly asked, “But why would you want to let me have it? We don’t seem to know each other?”

Luo Qiu casually remarked, “Consider it as a token of appreciation for the drinks you shared with me and my girlfriend on the train, Mr. Dillons, thank you for your generosity.”

“Oh… I see.” Mr. Dillons nodded with a slight sense of apology, “I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you at first. My memory has been quite poor lately, often forgetting some things.”

“No problem.” Luo Qiu waved his hand, “Then, I wish you a pleasant holiday.”

Dillons might be a religious man, he looked at Boss Luo with a smile and said, “The Lord will surely bless you both.”

“I hope so.” Boss Luo was indifferent.

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Jin Zhongyuan quickly followed Young Master Qiu’s instructions, opting for a slightly lower-tiered room—in the elevator, he curiously asked, “Young Master Qiu, why did you decide to give your room to that upstart then?”

Luo Qiu equally curiously asked, “Mr. Jin, why do you think he is an upstart?”

The elevator was open style, and they could still see the hotel’s lobby. Jin Zhongyuan casually pointed towards Dillons, who was still at the front desk, shrugged, and said, “Look, this gentleman has been constantly gazing at the hotel’s decorations, right.”

“Indeed.” Boss Luo did not deny it.

Jin Zhongyuan continued, “While the decoration here can be considered luxurious, compared to true top-tier wealthy homes, there is still a significant difference, it can even be called average… wealthy people rarely show amazement because of such decorations. Typically, only ordinary individuals who come for the first time would display this kind of… hmm, a kind of ‘never-seen-the-world’ look.”

“Mr. Jin, you seem to have a knack for observing people.” Boss Luo suddenly chuckled.

Jin Zhongyuan, somewhat proud, said, “I’ve always worked as a guide for rich people, so with more exposure, I naturally learned a thing or two; it’s really nothing significant.”

Luo Qiu just gave a polite smile, then looked at the gradually approaching crystal chandelier in the hotel lobby as the elevator ascended.

At this time, Dillons was also looking at this chandelier, perhaps pondering something… perhaps just as Jin Zhongyuan said, truly wealthy people rarely notice such decorations.

Or perhaps, generally, people do not pay special attention to such a chandelier.

The crystal shimmered brilliantly under the light… some think it resembles a diamond, so oftentimes, people use it to impersonate diamonds.

Probably.