Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1590: Chapter 317: The Female Teacher Driving a Beetle

Rest day at the quiet academy, students wandering leisurely in small groups… The vast lawn is a great place for them to be close to nature.

A black Beetle slowly drove onto the academy’s driveway at this time, catching the attention of quite a few students… It seems that many students recognize this black Beetle.

Speaking of which, it’s not uncommon for people to drive this type of car—there are many in the world—but in this academy, apparently so far, there are only two people—one is naturally the owner of this black Beetle.

As for the other, it’s a new transfer female student from the Theology Institute—however, most people seem to only have one impression of this young woman: they can’t recall her appearance.

Maybe it’s that kind of forgettable face, hence the difficulty in remembering… Gossipers quickly gave this explanation, plus the new student hasn’t been seen for about a week.

It’s still the owner of the black Beetle that leaves a deeper impression—Lamias, a genius scholar from the Physics department, one of the department’s professors, although often going out for academic exchanges, she doesn’t spend much time teaching on campus.

There’s one thing, whenever Lamias teaches, the seats in the Physics classroom are always fully occupied.

“Oh my! Professor Lamias is back!”

“Oh! After waiting half a semester and another winter break, is it finally time to pursue the goddess now?”

“I can’t stand it, I need to go take a break! Professor Lamias is just too sexy!”

“You need a break? I’m already good to go!”

In any case, the black Beetle drives in slowly, eventually arriving at the Physics building’s parking lot.

Black hair, black dress… black mid-heel shoes, yet skin so exceptionally pale, but she doesn’t look fragile at all—she embodies the perfect physique among women.

Outside the parking lot, quite a few students have already gathered, mostly male… Professor Lamias takes off her sunglasses, showing a slight smile to the students, nodding… nodding, then directly enters the building, heading back to her own office.

Though merely a teacher, Lamias possesses a private office, unlike any teacher from the Theology Institute who can only sit in big rooms with multiple teachers working together.

As soon as she opened the door, she found someone already waiting inside the office—a man in a suit, around forty years old—if any student was here, they would immediately recognize this middle-aged man as the academy’s disciplinary supervisor.

The disciplinary supervisor frowned as Lamias entered and said, “You might not be suitable to return at this time; the two Knights from the Knight Agency have been quite active recently.”

Lamias seemed to ignore this, walking straight to the tea table and responded, “Coffee? Or red tea? Green tea can also work, imported from Hua Country, tastes quite good.”

The disciplinary supervisor frowned deeper but was helpless—though theoretically having a higher status than Professor Lamias in the academy, outside, things are different.

“Just plain boiled water then, healthy.” Lamias casually tossed a bottled mineral water over.

The disciplinary supervisor frowned again, only after Lamias sat down, did he slowly speak, “The Holy Church people have arrived here. According to the intel, it’s very likely Vasco leading the team. Our analysis suggests they came for Father Stretta. Furthermore, the Knight Agency headquarters in Fog Capital also sent one of the Twelve Knights, Jester Dagonet. Early this morning, Marvin and Wickdor left the academy; it seems they went to interface… So, you really shouldn’t have picked this time to return, it might expose your identity.”

Lamias blankly appraised the disciplinary supervisor until he appeared uneasy, then calmly said, “Father Stretta is the former Warden of Shenwei Prison. After resigning for so long, the Holy Church has always wanted him back at headquarters. Over these years, they’ve sent several persuaders annually. Sending Vasco this time indicates they’re at their limit. As for the Knight Agency, they’re possibly stirred due to Vasco leading; however, the Knight Agency probably doesn’t know that in a small town within their borders, there’s a hidden former Shenwei Prison Warden. In general, these two groups are not after us.”

The disciplinary supervisor added, “Another matter concerning the former prime minister: you probably already knew about his death, but he left behind many things. Our intel suggests the Britain Knight Agency might have discovered some connection between the former prime minister and us… Especially regarding the ‘Dragonriding Armor’.”

Lamias calmly replied, “Dragonriding Armor is merely a basic model. Even if the Knight Agency can decrypt it, at most, they’ll have new toys… Exposed is exposed, as we have more important things to do next. This directly pertains to the future of our group; no matter how much the Holy Church and Knight Agency try, they won’t be our opponents in the future.”

The disciplinary supervisor had long known of Lamias’s confidence, but her current overconfidence gave rise to suspicion, “Could it be that… that item is nearing completion?”

“Soon, we just need one more piece of holy remains.” Lamias cupped her chin in both hands, her majestic curves pressing on the laptop, wearing an enchanting smile.

The disciplinary supervisor couldn’t help swallowing… But compared to the temptation before him, the shock and joy in his heart were even harder to conceal.

As a cadre of the black cultivation, they have done many things over the years. After a hundred years of development, the rejuvenated cultivation group is bound to rise.

Prepared for a hundred years, ever since acquiring the corpse of Impaling Duke, the plan officially launched, then successfully seized the holy remains from Pechersk Lavra… Finally, is the plan entering the final stage?

“Given this, you really shouldn’t have returned now!” The disciplinary supervisor sternly insisted.

Lamias said, “We need someone with pure divine power—among so many targets, none is more suitable than a former Warden of Shenwei Prison. If it weren’t for Stretta hiding here, the group wouldn’t have stationed you here all these years.”

“Father Stretta’s power is fathomless.” The disciplinary supervisor shook his head, “Just you, it might not be enough.”

After all, facing a former Warden of Shenwei Prison… a powerful Non-Human, and the disciplinary supervisor knows well that Lamias, in all aspects, is an ordinary human—at most, she’s trained, a strong human, but still far from Non-Human.

“One is enough.” Lamias smiled slightly, “It was humans who nailed Jesus to the cross.”

Vaguely, the disciplinary supervisor seemed to recall something, suddenly startled, “Could it be… that item is completed?”

Lamias didn’t speak, just leaned back casually, playing with the pendant at her neckline, even changing the subject, “Any good candidates recently? Soon, the cultivation group will shut down completely; this might be the last chance to recruit fresh blood in a short time.”

Aware of his own limitations, the disciplinary supervisor likely could only delve this deep… He remembered Lamias also had a role in recruiting new members aside from being part of the action team, so he said, “Nothing notable yet, but there is the heir to a large conglomerate studying here; perhaps we can absorb them as peripheral members to provide funding for the group.”

“Alright, do as you see fit.” Lamias nodded, “I’ll be teaching for a few days… You just keep everything as usual.”

Ultimately, the disciplinary supervisor left Lamias’s office with a head full of confusion.

After the disciplinary supervisor left, Lamias pulled open the office curtains, gazing at the small town outside, a peculiar color flashed in her eyes, “What is special about this place… Why are there so many devout souls?”

Shaking her head, Lamias stretched lazily, and casually pulled out a silver handgun from under her skirt… disassembled it, and then started to wipe it slowly, though she seemed perpetually dissatisfied.

In fact, she had a beloved handgun, but somehow lost it while in Romania.

Within seconds, Lamias reassembled the silver handgun, then turned her chair to face the window, pointing the barrel skyward, mimicking the action of firing a shot.

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[HALLELU-YAH]

Father Stretta was playing the piano.

The singing came from the youthful voices of the choir children, and everyone maintained silence, listening to the sound of praising the Lord… The children were truly as adorable as angels, the oldest among them being no more than ten years old, and the youngest even just four, all from the town.

After the choir gathering, there was a prayer gathering, still led by Father Stretta. Following this, he would also give a sermon to everyone.

The church in the town had always been run solely by Father Stretta, who managed all the church affairs single-handedly. It was said that every Easter, Father Stretta would personally make gifts.

As a respected figure, almost everyone loved this kind, slightly elderly, slightly overweight priest with a somewhat shiny forehead.

After the sermon, there were more gatherings… Throughout the day on Monday, various types of gatherings distributed the crowd into different rooms of the church.

At this moment, in one of the rooms of the church, Father Stretta was listening to the hearts of the faithful—because they all lived in the same place, they were all acquainted with each other.

“She still hasn’t come back to her senses, I don’t know what to do… She’s very devout, never missing a Sabbath worship meeting.”

In the room, a man was covering his face in pain, his sorrowful cries eliciting sympathetic looks from the men gathered around him.

Mr. Smith, the owner and head chef of a well-known restaurant in town. They had all tasted Mr. Smith’s cooking and were somewhat familiar with him; they knew of Mr. Smith’s misfortunes, but hadn’t expected that life’s hardships had finally brought this optimistic man to tears like this.

Father Stretta comforted him softly, selecting and gently reciting a few excerpts from the scriptures before Mr. Smith… The priest’s voice seemed to possess a heartwarming power.

Though in pain, Mr. Smith’s mood unknowingly lightened a bit… The difficulties were still unaddressed; his wife still lay in the hospital’s ICU, and his son was still missing, but he felt a sense of a better future and that all difficulties might ultimately be resolved—regaining hope for life.

“Thank you, Father.” Mr. Smith expressed his endless gratitude.

He needed this sort of emotional comfort to keep going without breaking down—which is why he had made a special effort to leave the hospital and come to the church today.

As soon as the gathering was over, Mr. Smith planned to immediately rush back to the hospital.

“You are all devout followers of the Lord.” Father Stretta’s voice began to grow ethereal, gradually melding into everyone’s hearts.

In the room, the soft, flickering glow seemed almost intangible, but the followers, immersed in the comforting touch upon their spirits, seemed unaware.

However, someone did notice… Mai Rada!

At this moment, he was hiding outside the window, a gleam of surprise on his face—he had been squatting here for a long time!

From early morning, when Father Stretta began preparing for the worship service, he had been watching… An entire morning, he had fixated on this troublesome old man, to the point of questioning his own life—finally, at this moment, he had obtained what he needed!

Divine Power!

This troublesome old man was indeed not simple, harboring divine power, and from the looks of it, of quite high quality—though this was irrelevant, all Mai Rada needed was the mere thread of divine power now leaking from Father Stretta’s body!

His communication device quietly absorbed a tiny amount of the divine power, reacting immediately… It was enough! He could now establish a connection!

Mai Rada was ecstatic, feeling as though his streak of bad luck had finally come to an end!

He immediately sprang up and rushed outside without a second thought—he needed to contact his kin in the Unhuman Domain, to dispatch a support squad!

—Just wait, accursed old mage, the humiliation you’ve brought upon me, I’ll repay it doubly! Tenfold! Twentyfold!

Meanwhile, within the room, while reciting the scriptures, Father Stretta suddenly shook his head slightly, then with a flick of his fingers, a small golden light shot out the window.

The sprinting Mai Rada suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg, causing him to fall down completely, tightly gripping the crystal communication device which immediately rolled out of his grasp!

Mai Rada was greatly alarmed, just about to get up and pick it up when he heard a cracking sound!

A tall, burly figure had unknowingly appeared in front of him… The communication device crystal had already shattered under the sole of this burly figure’s foot!

Vasco!

“Oh? Did I step on something?”

Looking at the intimidatingly strong old man before him, Mai Rada’s lips twitched slightly before he quietly asked, “You… just how much do you weigh?”

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