Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1443: Chapter 170: The Grim Reaper Arrives (2)

“…That’s how it is, officer.”

At the entrance of the small-town hospital, Mr. Smith briefly talked to the police officer who came to inquire… It was nothing more than explaining the missing child’s height, age, and features.

“Don’t worry, sir. The security here has always been good; you know that. The child will be okay,” the officer reassured him briefly before quickly leaving.

Mr. Smith was not unconcerned about Joe’s situation, but he really couldn’t leave the hospital—otherwise, he might already be driving around town, constantly searching for Joe’s whereabouts.

He even had a fear of returning to the front of the operating room—if the surgery failed, it would be a pain he could never endure.

Mr. Smith pinched the bridge of his nose, no matter what, he must—right at this moment!

“Hey—!”

Mr. Smith heard this voice as if it were calling him, as if right behind him. He instinctively turned around to see a man in a white shirt, with long hair tied back—he was wearing white gloves.

The white gloves left the deepest impression on Mr. Smith; his brain was recording this memorable moment, but at the same time, a loud crashing sound of something breaking rang out behind him—he had just turned around.

A flower pot had fallen from upstairs—the pot had obviously shattered, soil scattered all over the place, even Mr. Smith’s shoes were covered in quite a bit of mud.

Originally, this flower pot should have hit him, if not for someone suddenly calling out to him—Mr. Smith broke into a cold sweat at the thought. He couldn’t even imagine that while his wife was in the operating room, and his son Joe was missing, what would happen to this family if he had been hit by the pot.

“Let me tell you, you not only saved my life, you might have also saved a family about to break apart.”

The continuous blows had almost collapsed Mr. Smith’s spirit; the feeling after this danger even rendered his voice hoarse. He couldn’t help covering his eyes, “I don’t know… I really don’t know… I don’t know how to say… You know, I originally had a happy family, but…”

He eventually broke down in tears, looking at this man who might have just happened to save his life, “Actually, I just want to thank you properly… But for some reason… It turned out like this… I never expected to cry… At least not at this time, I shouldn’t be crying, sir… So, what I want to say is thank you, truly thank you!”

The man in front of him walked to Mr. Smith and then took out a tissue and handed it to him, “I think you need this, sir.”

“Thank you, truly thank you.”

The collapse of emotion was just a momentary thing; Mr. Smith quickly regained himself, “I think I should head back, people inside are still waiting for me… At least I need to be by their side. Forgive me for not being able to thank you properly… Please tell me your name and address; I will thank you properly.”

“No need.” He shook his head, “Go to where you should be, maybe it’s still in time.”

He didn’t even specify what it might be in time for—but Mr. Smith seemed to understand the meaning behind his words… Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Just before leaving, Mr. Smith suddenly asked, “Have we met somewhere before? I always feel like I’ve seen you somewhere, heard your voice.”

“No, we’ve never truly met, sir.” He smiled as he said.

“Name?”

“Prin.”

Mr. Smith nodded, turned, and walked into the hospital… He had a feeling that maybe he would have a chance to meet this man named Prin again—in that case, he would properly thank this person.

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…

After Mr. Smith walked into the hospital, Teacher Prin finally let out a long breath, then slowly turned around to look at the night sky above.

A cold gleam brushed directly past Teacher Prin’s side at this moment, then drew a deep fissure behind him—but it made no sound.

Teacher Prin reached up to touch his cheek—here had actually been cut when the cold gleam passed, leaving a wound, but the liquid flowing from the wound was not blood, but… a gray mist.

Tendrils of mist gently rose from the wound on Teacher Prin, then the wound closed bit by bit… Throughout the process, Teacher Prin didn’t care about the injury; he continued to quietly watch the night sky, at the position where the attack came from.

A figure descended from the night sky, holding a long, thin sword, with a child in Western clothes on his shoulder… Nero!

“Hey, it’s been a while, Mr. Death.”

At the moment of landing, Nero casually tossed Joe’s body—like throwing out a piece of garbage, to Teacher Prin’s side.

When Joe’s body rolled to a stop in front of Teacher Prin, his previously calm expression finally showed a trace of change.

His gaze instantly turned incredibly sharp.

“What a nice gaze.” Nero immediately showed a joyful smile, “This time, I won’t let you escape again, Mr. Death.”

Teacher Prin quietly watched Nero for a while, “It’s you again… I’ve already reminded, hoping you wouldn’t approach the Smith family.”

“Isn’t that person boring, little brother?” Nero whistled in a very rogue manner, “You look pretty handsome with this face. Last time if you had used this face to curry my favor, I might have considered letting you win up to three percent~”

“What have you done to Joe?” Teacher Prin frowned at this moment, “Why is his soul missing.”

“What soul?” Nero acted as if looking around, “Where, where? I don’t see it. Mr. Death Oppa, come tell me… huh?”

In response to Nero was a dim gray figure — as if returning the cold gleam of the Yama Sword from the beginning.

There was a rather deep wound on her forearm… yet still blood did not flow out — it could injure her, as Nero had realized some of Mister Death’s abilities during the brief encounter in that abandoned warehouse.

So she wasn’t surprised that she got hurt — what surprised her was that this Mister Death’s speed was clearly much faster than the last time… Perhaps it was simply because this time he was not using an animal’s form, but personally taking the field?

Nero turned around with keen interest, not even minding the wound on her arm — Teacher Prin’s eyes flowed with pale blue flames — corresponding to a pale blue flame on his forehead, and — a massive scythe.

His gaze was no longer amiable, it was more like the gaze of some god overlooking all life… but even so, he didn’t possess all the characteristics of the god.

“At last, getting serious now… Mister Death!” Nero’s eyes suddenly flashed, her mouth split open, and she let out a menacing laugh — a mad laugh.

She raised the Yama Sword, swung it down, her arm like an unceasing machine, repeatedly and wildly performing a single chopping action, accompanied by her crazy laughter!

“Hahaha — hahaha!! Not enough, not enough! Faster! Mister Death!! Again!!”

Like a tireless berserker.

At this moment, facing Nero’s seemingly limitless attack speed, Teacher Prin merely shifted the black scythe minutely — the scythe, when swung, was like a shield… not exactly effortlessly, but it always kept up with Nero’s speed and blocked her continuous attacks.

“Does fighting bring you joy like this.” Teacher Prin suddenly asked, “Were you born for battle?”

“Mister Death, I’ve said it multiple times now, you can’t raise my favor~” Nero’s attacking speed didn’t slow down, instead becoming even crazier — though at this time the expression on her face was a cute one.

Teacher Prin suddenly stirred the scythe in his hand, then swept horizontally… this time he directly forced Nero back — Nero blinked in surprise — this Mister Death really could constantly surprise.

“But now, you do not exist merely for battle.” Teacher Prin shook his head, “I see something else in you… perhaps you can no longer be called human, but there’s something that arises only when you were human, so…”

Silently, the Yama Sword seemed to break through the limit of Teacher Prin’s reaction speed, stopping directly at his neck — along with Nero’s extremely cold gaze.

Yet, Teacher Prin seemed unconcerned, “… So, even without fighting, you can already search for something else — what are you afraid of?”

“Afraid of boredom~” Nero said smilingly — accompanying this smiling face, she was doing the bloodiest thing!

The blade of the Yama Sword suddenly grew countless serrated teeth — these teeth began spinning rapidly… just like an electric serrated knife, starting to cut into Teacher Prin’s neck!

Flesh and blood flew!

In a mere moment, Teacher Prin’s head was finally gruesomely sawed off — his head had already fallen to the ground, yet his body did not collapse, still standing and holding the massive black scythe.

Nero tilted her head to size up — you wouldn’t know if it was a whim of mischief, or from cautiousness, she directly lifted her leg, kicking Teacher Prin’s head into the night sky!

Until she could no longer see it, Nero stretched lazily — but at the moment she turned around, Teacher Prin was standing behind her… appearing unharmed.

“Eh? I definitely just killed you, didn’t I… the feeling was right?”

Nero curiously blinked — she wasn’t even terrified by Teacher Prin’s flawless appearance, more just… intrigued, “So you’re saying, Mister Death, you have an Undying Body, huh?”

“You, too, are the same.” Teacher Prin said calmly, “Yet in the world, there’s no true immortality… immortality is merely because its time has not come, or the existence time is conditionally infinitely extended.”

For some reason, just as Teacher Prin’s words fell, he saw another aspect of the white-haired girl in front — or rather a third face.

Different from the earlier display—either madness or innocence… she now appeared so solemn — neither turning into a playful facade to disguise a sinister side, nor maintaining an innocent smile amidst the sinister… Teacher Prin sensed a very pure intent of annihilation from her.

“Very sorry, Mister Death.” Nero unexpectedly became polite… polite to the point of seeming like someone else, “Although I enjoy the fun you bring, I’m really worried whether one day… you might find the condition within ‘condition’, thus destroying the current order.”

The Yama Sword in Nero’s hand suddenly underwent another change… it directly fused into Nero’s body, then different blades sprung from her elbows, knee joints, and the butterfly bones of her back.

Teacher Prin suddenly felt a sense of foreboding… it was an unprecedentedly enormous threat to him — as if facing destruction before it’s even upon you.

“I am… really satisfied with my current life.” With the Yama Sword merged into her, at this moment Nero swung her arms open… her arms also turned into extremely sharp blades, “So with someone ‘understanding’ like you, I really hate… hate this the most!”

Perhaps it was just an illusion, but at that instant, Mr. Prin glimpsed behind this white-haired girl, a massive screaming face seeming composed of countless evil spirits.

Apart from screaming, it seemed to contain nothing else… even Mr. Prin could clearly feel the despair, fear… hopelessness it harbored.

“So, this is the real you…” Teacher Prin murmured… facing Nero in this moment, he took a deep breath, and instantly plunged the black scythe next to him, then… removed the white gloves from his hands.

The moment his hands emerged from the gloves, a faint gray mist slowly dissipated… bringing death.

Now, centered around Teacher Prin, the aura of death spread — little grass on the ground, nearby trees, crawling insects on the ground… all these things, either withered, or… died!

“This isn’t enough.” Nero said with a blank expression, “Last time my sword already swallowed half of you… if it’s just this, I will slice you away with one strike, it’s something I specially developed to deal with Brother Da Zhe.”

Teacher Prin didn’t naturally know who Brother Da Zhe was, only instinctively feeling it was going to be another troublesome character.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, reached into his bag, and pulled out the book that was beside him since birth — they called it the Devil’s Bible!