Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1489: Chapter 216: Inherited Lineage

——In the past, I would have wanted to beat you to death too.

Such words, almost like a warning, eventually… eventually made Nero show a subtle expression of strategic retreat because she couldn’t gauge the temperament of this former [Club Owner]… whether they had a personality like her Boss Luo.

So Nero obediently raised her hands, making a gesture of surrender, and looked at Eleanor, who, if not for strict adherence to her duties, might have already attacked her, “Alright, I admit I was indeed talking nonsense, my boss doesn’t have thirteen mistresses… at most, he has only seven! At present… well, I mean in the future, he’s planning on how to get this Miss Eleanor.”

“Master, Eleanor requests the chance to privately judge the unknown Black Soul before her.”

The Maid at the time suddenly calmed down, but beneath that calm facade, there were words of turbulent undercurrents.

What is a Shop? A Shop is a place where anything can be bought, and the transaction targets have never been just the customers outside the shop… they themselves are also customers of the shop.

Private judgment?

Nero couldn’t help but open her mouth, to be able to speak of revenge so elegantly, it truly was in line with her Maid’s style.

She looked at Eleanor curiously, secretly wondering what unspeakable relationship there might be between this Maid at the time and the future Maid of the Shop—In some ways, Nero even felt that her Maid had a similar bearing to Eleanor.

Emmmm… The current one, the next one… could this actually be some kind of inheritance?

The whimsically thinking Nero didn’t seem to care whether the present [Club Owner] would agree to Eleanor’s request… she had her own matters to ponder—regarding the current environment she found herself in.

Nero surely wouldn’t believe the nonsense that her own wouldn’t hit their own, growing up in the Michael Club, a place filled with competition of all kinds… Would the current [Club Owner], knowing that the shop would change hands in the future, really have no thoughts?

The position of Club Owner… akin to a truly all-knowing and all-powerful God-like status.

While Nero was lost in her thoughts, even beginning to weave a tale about a struggle across time and space, the Maid at her side, Eleanor, was evidently also waiting for the [Club Owner]’s reply—she believed her Master would give her a satisfactory answer.

“I won’t refuse any customer who wants to trade with the shop, Eleanor.”

The then [Club Owner] said slowly at that moment, “But from the most fundamental etiquette, she belongs to the next Black Soul. Theoretically, the next one and I both belong to the shop system… in terms of etiquette, without the next one’s consent I do not recommend conducting judgment on their staff—of course, this is merely my personal suggestion, Eleanor. You can still choose to uphold your choice. As I said, I won’t refuse any customer who wants to trade with the shop.”

Upon hearing this, Eleanor was lost in thought, while Nero at this moment placed a foot on a stool, sharpening a knife with an eager look, seemingly quite interested in stirring up trouble—after all, her Life Lamp was in the Covenant Chest… even though it was only the future Covenant Chest, she thought Boss Luo still had a means to revive her, right?

Dying in the past time-space and then reviving from the Covenant Chest at the correct time, this was nearly the simplest and most straightforward way Nero could think of to break free from the situation… Hmm, perhaps only she with her peculiar train of thought could have come up with this method.

“Eleanor understands.” The Maid at the time sighed gently, looking at Nero again with a now calm gaze… as though she was looking at a grain of sand by the roadside.

Nero blinked and said cheekily, “Employees who listen to the boss don’t have a Soul and won’t get promoted or get a raise~”

Of course, Eleanor ignored her.

The [Club Owner] at the time then said: “Don’t try to provoke Eleanor with words, you want to return to the future, I will send you back, so there’s no need to rush using such a method to return… since the next one sent you here, naturally he has his reasons, you might as well stay a bit longer.”

Nero opened her mouth, like a deflated balloon, she sat down abruptly, the hardest opponent to face is such a person… one who can see through all your thoughts at a glance.

She frowned at the counterpart, “Would you really send me back?”

The Club Owner responded indifferently: “Sending you back to the future isn’t as difficult as you imagine… because the necessary tool is already here, it’s just a matter of some initiating power.”

Nero subconsciously glanced again at the remote on the table—this was Old Ha’s thing, yet under the current circumstances, it seemed like it was something Old Ha obtained far in the future from her boss… Emmm, had her boss’s aesthetic sense deviated to such a degree by then?

Was this remote control really that ugly?

“You say it was my boss who purposely sent me back here?” Nero instantly frowned again, recalling the events of the past few days.

The encounter with Joe, meeting Old Ha, and then Teacher Prin—the final battle at the beach that reversed time using the remote… and behind all these was the boss at home who seemed like they were manipulating things secretly?

“Not him as you know.” The current [Club Owner] gently shook his head… surely, he had a constant hold on Nero’s thoughts.

This sent an inexplicable chill over Nero… although she didn’t show it, she displayed a naive and innocent face like she wanted a lollipop, “Then who is it, oh?”

The Club Owner spoke calmly: “Or perhaps, it’s a part of him he himself doesn’t understand. After all, under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t know what we’d look like in the future.”

“My head hurts…” Nero looked pitifully onward.

The Club Owner however still shook his head… he suddenly stood up, handing the remote directly to Eleanor, and said calmly: “I’m tired, I want to rest for a bit. During this time, Nero will stay here, and you will be in charge, Eleanor.”

“Wait, respected former [Club Owner], clear it up for me~ I can offer you special service, you know~” Nero worked hard to squeeze her chest… finding she still wasn’t larger than Eleanor’s regular size, she gave up.

Only the figure of the then [Club Owner] gradually fading away up to the upper level of the shop… Nero sighed, her expression almost overly exaggerated, pitiably turning her gaze to Eleanor, pleading as she said, “Sister, if you promise not to kill me, I’ll tell you whose bed you might end up on in the future, how about that?”

“I’ll kill you.” Eleanor looked at Nero, let out a cold laugh, then suddenly returned to a graceful smile, chuckling as she said: “You are a future employee, how could I casually destroy the shop’s property? Since you’re here, and the shop lacks another hand… for the following days, endeavor diligently.”

With that, Eleanor snapped her fingers directly, and Nero’s clothes were now replaced with a brand-new maid outfit.

“Eh?” Nero blinked and realized that not only had her clothes been changed, but she somehow carried a broom and a dustpan.

If it’s just cleaning this visible shop… it’s still not as grueling as cleaning a manor, right?

“It’s not here.” Eleanor laughed softly again, snapping her fingers once more—everything in front of them changed instantly.

Where they stood, was now within a vast, enormous forest… with countless beasts and exotic birds, aged trees with entangled roots, and surrounds filled with the strong stench of rotting leaves and animal excrements, extremely pungent.

“This is a world fragment prepared for sale… It needs to be cleaned up before being delivered to the customer.” Eleanor smiled slightly and said, “I’ll leave it to you… If you don’t clean it properly, you won’t be able to leave.”

“Huh?” Nero opened his mouth again, looking around at the immense forest with no visible boundaries, a feeling of despair greater than copying books over two hundred thousand times arose spontaneously.

The tone of this speech, why does it sound more and more like…

“Oh, by the way.” Eleanor suddenly said softly, “You seem to be very weak right now, is it because of this remote control? This place is still somewhat dangerous for you… It’s getting dark, I suggest you find a place to hide, after all, the nights here get quite lively.”

“Huh?” Nero… Nero’s eyes suddenly widened, “Wait a minute, you really don’t know the Lady Demonic You Ye?? Hey, don’t go… don’t go, hey!”

Oh… at last, she voiced the thought hidden in her heart—Lady Demonic and such.

Yet Eleanor had already disappeared, and after shouting a few random times, Nero finally gave up… She looked around and suddenly something dripped down from above.

Sticky, huge blobs of liquid… Nero instinctively looked up, only to see dozens of giant snake-like monsters, each spanning thirty to forty meters, coiled up on the massive old tree branches… They were looking down together.

“Weren’t you saying it would only get lively at night… I believe your nonsense ghost!” Nero shouted and immediately dashed madly into the forest.

Above the forest, the maid who was on duty gazed through the tall, dense leaves at the fleeing figure in the woods, her brow deeply furrowed.

She could only hear herself mumbling, “The next [Club Owner], could he really…”

This Black Soul, full of nonsense and absurdities, was clearly spewing ten lies in nine sentences… She shook her head instantly and turned to leave.

Since the [Club Owner] is resting, she also has some relatively free time—after all, she doesn’t have to prepare food for the [Club Owner].

What a waste of her excellent cooking skills… she thought.

…

The [Club Owner]’s room was relatively simple, without much decoration—just a music box placed on the desk—at this moment, the current [Club Owner] sat in front of the desk, silently staring at it.

He seemed to be contemplating something.

“Reversing time… what a grand gesture.” The current [Club Owner] gently shook his head, “I wonder how much it cost, even I… What exactly do you want to convey to me.”

The reason for not sending Nero away is… even as he was at this moment, he couldn’t comprehend the meaning within.

The questions in his heart obviously increased, even to the point of making him frown—the biggest question had already surfaced in his mind.

“Why would the origin allow you to do such a thing.”

Suddenly he opened the music box on the desk, and the crisp sound gradually started… The music box contained not just the gear for producing sound but also other items.

There were heaps of gold and silver cards… He ran his fingers over these Gold and Silver Cards without speaking… After a long time, a tender girl’s voice suddenly sounded in the room.

[Number 003 Sub-world Administrator A Lai Ye at your service…]

The current [Club Owner] looked up, and calmly asked, “Let me see the data transfer progress of the backup world of Sub-world 003. I want to modify some things.”

[As you command…]

…

…

Underworld… Palace of the Underworld.

Though already settled in the palace under Maid Kris’s arrangement, Hermes had yet to see the target needing conveyance this time: the Queen of the Underworld.

Since Hades said it would be in three days, naturally it could only be in three days—he couldn’t outdo the master of the Underworld… Anyway, if Father God questioned him, he would just push the responsibility onto Hades.

But to have this envoy stay in the room for three days was evidently not viable—Hermes was never one to stay still.

Messenger Hermes showed a faint smile, then quietly left the room, arriving at the luscious green meadow outside the palace.

Finding such a mint grassland in the lifeless Underworld was clearly quite miraculous… Hermes lay down on the meadow, leisurely playing the flute.

Soon after, a small figure struggled to climb up the dirt slope on which the grassland sat, covered in dust by the time he reached Hermes.

Hermes put down the flute and glanced; the small figure was, of course, the human child he discovered upon arrival.

“What a smart little guy.” Hermes smiled slightly, “I gave you just a little hint, and you understood… How did you manage to come out?”

Joe… Now renamed Prin by Hades, thought for a moment and said, “I saw there was no one outside the room, so I just walked out… Big brother, why did you call me here?”

“It’s just a bit of boredom, and I’m a bit curious about you.” Hermes shrugged, “So, child, can you tell me why you came to the Underworld? As a human… Hades seems to see you somewhat differently?”

Joe said, “I don’t know, he said from now on I am his child… But I really don’t want to stay here, I want to go home… Big brother, can you take me away from here?”

Hermes’s eyes widened instantly, and he sat up in disbelief, saying, “That old fellow Hades actually took you in as a foster child?”

Upon speaking, Hermes immediately covered his mouth, then looked around with fear, finding no one before secretly letting out a sigh of relief, then pulled Joe along, riding on the Winged Boots, quietly flying off to a further place…