Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1606: Chapter 333: You Dare Steal My Money Too?

This is almost a crazy idea. If it could be realized, imagining that at the end of a distant space-time, there really exists a group of wise beings whose creativity has reached a level equivalent to the Altar.

Even Luo Qiu himself was surprised by his own thought—his calm and tranquil heart stirred with a ripple.

But it soon disappeared, leaving no trace.

Because Boss Luo discovered something—in the matter he was discussing with the Maid, time had not stopped—almost every time he discussed something with You Ye, time would stop.

Boss Luo seemed to feel mockery coming from the Altar… in his consciousness, he seemed to see such a scene.

A proud girl was pointing her waist and jeering, “Oh, foolish humans, I am saddened by your ignorance, such a possibility could never exist across countless space-times! Blah blah blah…”

The magical blah blah blah scenes were so overwhelming that Boss Luo quickly pushed them aside… coming back to his senses, Luo Qiu noticed the Maid was still staring at him with wide eyes.

The occasional dumbfounded expression was surprisingly endearing.

“Just a joke,” Boss Luo chuckled, “Such wise beings probably don’t exist… unless we can buy one from the Shop.”

“Buying one that has such potential,” the Maid suddenly added.

Boss Luo couldn’t help but be taken aback… Having potential doesn’t mean it can ultimately be fulfilled—perhaps this potential had already appeared, but was defeated before reaching the end for other reasons.

The Maid obviously saw things more clearly than Boss Luo himself… or rather, from early on, since the start of the selling Shop, she had a period where she contemplated such matters.

“Let’s not talk about this,” Boss Luo waved his hand, “We are not outsiders coveting the Shop’s treasures.”

Indeed, there was no need to think about these—As the Shop manager, Boss Luo already had the power to accomplish anything, despite it being through the Altar, offering enough sacrifices, but the tag of [will be realized]was already labeled.

The Maid nodded and then said, “An Angel has descended… and two of them have come here.”

“I know,” Luo Qiu nodded, “Tonight, there might be some late-night shows as well.”

Glancing at the peanuts, nuts, and cheese placed beside the desk, the Maid blinked and said, “Master has been staying up late recently?”

“Probably staying up late is a human instinct?”

Boss Luo chuckled casually, indeed his schedule was a bit messed up these past few nights… he counted, seemingly spending a night at a bar with Teacher Prin, then a few nights adventuring in the oasis Temple in the desert with Claudia, followed by an all-night gaming session after coming back.

Life without the Maid’s management was indeed a bit indulgent.

But the good show was about to start… in front of Luo Qiu, screens of light rose into the air out of nowhere.

“Oh, isn’t this the nun we ran into in Romania,” the Maid suddenly said, “What a coincidence.”

So with so many screens and so much content, the Maid still noticed something at first sight… Boss Luo quietly reached out his paw to pick up a dry nut and chewed it.

“Her name is Lamias, last night I got some [Structural Alchemy] info from her.”

At this moment, Lamias was in the underground armory, wearing a sleeveless shirt, wielding a welder and laboring away, completely unaware that two pairs of eyes were watching.

After a while, Lamias removed the Reversed Holy Relic she wore and placed it on the workbench—meanwhile, the bench was filled with many different components.

“This seems to be the design for the [Fear Element] armor,” the Maid blinked, “Oh… looks like it was from a game a century ago, picked up by the Allied Forces, and then fell into the Black Religious Congregation’s hands? Hmm, what is she trying to do?”

“It seems she’s trying to merge these through [Structural Alchemy].” Boss Luo smiled, “This nun is quite resilient, a never-say-die personality.”

Under the Power of [Cycle], the components on the workbench began to undergo some miraculous changes.

Whether success or failure was unknown… it was just that Lamias’s face turned pale, evidently unable to manage the upcoming experiment.

The Maid shook her head, her interest seemed to wane, then thought and said: “Master, the property of [Cycle] is very convenient, You Ye wants to purchase a usage right, can she?”

“Of course. But…” Boss Luo smiled slightly, taking the Maid’s hand, “Building the third server was hard work for you, consider it a reward.”

The Maid smiled slightly, with a wave of her hand, a complex…[Cycle] appeared on the desktop.

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The flickering green flame suddenly started to tremble… the essence of the green flame at this moment seemed to emit a fearful emotion.

On the worn single sofa, Teacher Prin, who was pretending to sleep, slowly opened his eyes and thoughtfully looked out the window—outside the night sky, two beams of light streaked by at high speed.

Teacher Prin was quite surprised, standing up and walking to the window sill, “Is that… an Angel?”

The direction was undoubtedly toward the church’s location… Teacher Prin shook his head, muttering to himself, “This Priest has had quite a few visitors these days.”

He actually had a bout with Father Strala once when he first came to this place.

At that time, his mastery of his Power of Death wasn’t as proficient as it is now, almost in a receiving end state—this was also Teacher Prin’s first time realizing that ordinary humans could be that formidable.

Of course, due to the existence of the Power of Death, even though Father Strala could suppress him, he ultimately couldn’t do anything to him… then the Priest got tired of fighting and left with a regretful face.

In the time afterwards, they never fought again, and tacitly refrained from inquiring about each other’s past. He was a university’s theology professor, while he was a church Priest, occasionally chatting and living days quietly.

As he pondered, Teacher Prin’s expression suddenly changed slightly.

A look of pain began to appear on his face… he suddenly dropped to his knees, with hands clad in white gloves fully pressed against the floorboards.

The ghost fire that transformed into a green light was even more terrified at this point, circling around him rapidly.

“You should go quickly… I’m losing control,” Teacher Prin forced his voice out from his throat, “Quickly…”

The Ghost Flame hesitated for a moment, but eventually flew out of the window… the pain on Teacher Prin’s face deepened, blood vessels protruded all over his body, especially his face, forming a terrifying sight.

The blood flowing in those vessels turned out to be black… a mass of Death Qi, like burning flames, spread across his body surface.

“What’s going on, why is it this… intense this time…”

Finally, a certain pain surpassed his endurance limit, and Teacher Prin suddenly collapsed to the ground, motionless… the only thing was the Power of Death erupting from his body, which seemed to suddenly grow much stronger.

But at this moment, appearing out of nowhere by the window sill, a black cat… the Black Cat leapt silently to stand in front of Teacher Prin.

The Black Cat opened its mouth and directly absorbed all the Power of Death from Teacher Prin’s body… Gradually, the look of pain on Teacher Prin’s face began to ease.

It’s unclear how much time passed before the Black Cat jumped out of the window, and Teacher Prin lay asleep on the floor as if he was peacefully resting.

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The courtyard’s utility room at the church.

It was night time when Mai Rada quietly poked his head out to observe the surroundings—the church was completely silent now.

A few Squire Candidates were awakened by Vasco and sent to eliminate the effects brought by the dark curtain that appeared at dusk, bustling until almost eleven o’clock before returning, collapsing into a deep sleep afterward.

Great! There’s no one!

Seeing this, Mai Rada quickly withdrew his head and swiftly fetched a tattered backpack—something found in the utility room—and started organizing his current belongings.

A map (procured from Father Strala’s study)!

Candle and lighter get (snuck during a break while working in the kitchen)!

Two pairs of underwear (sneaked from Father Strala’s laundry room)!

Three bottles of drinking mineral water (snuck from the church’s activity room)!

Three strawberry-flavored condoms (to use for emergencies, like storing water!!)!

Three packs of cookies, five sausages, one and a half bars of chocolate, half an ear of corn from yesterday, half a bag of bread from breakfast, and several cans of fruit preserves (accumulated over the past few days)!

“Perfect!” Mai Rada looked at the bulging backpack with satisfaction—believing that with these provisions, he could fully support his departure from this small town to the nearby city.

This place was too dangerous, and unable to return to the Unhuman Domain, he only thought of temporarily leaving here.

His power was lost, and the only communication device that could reach the Soth Divine Tribe in the Unhuman Domain was crushed by Vasco, leaving Mai Rada with a desolate feeling of homelessness.

He didn’t want to continue relying on others—having found this excellent opportunity tonight, this was the time to leave, if ever!

With preparations complete, Mai Rada quietly opened the door to the utility room, then performed several rolls across the courtyard to successfully reach the hallway door behind the main building.

The hallway pillars served as natural cover, and Mai Rada swiftly took advantage of the concealment to successfully reach the church hall… He cracked opened the church’s main door, observed the situation inside, and then rolled further into the room.

After a few more rolls, Mai Rada cautiously lifted his head, looked around, and extended his hand—this was the last important item he needed to take before leaving—the donations from the offering box!

To successfully retrieve the offerings in the donation box, Mai Rada had long prepared by secretly bending a clothes hanger into a hook while he was hanging clothes during the day.

“This will serve as my wages for these past few days!”

Watching as a bill was slowly hooked up, the once glorious cadre from the Soth Divine Tribe and descendant of the great War God Ares couldn’t help but reveal a hint of ecstatic joy… Who knows what life had done to him in these two weeks.

But just then, the church hall suddenly lit up brightly!

Mai Rada was immediately startled, and the bill he was about to hook out slipped out of his hand, dropping back into the box… His mouth twitched as anger surged, but he was confronted by two brilliant beams of light!

Two-winged shining wings!

Appearing before Mai Rada were actually two Descending Angels!

Mai Rada’s eyes widened instantly, incredulously staring at the two angels that had appeared before him—it felt almost like all hope was lost—he only intended to take a little bit from the donation box, just a little bit, but did they really need to send angels to bully him this way?!

“Are you Father Strala?”

This was quite an arresting scene—the moment the two Descending Angels appeared, they saw a bald-headed man attempting to hook donations from the church’s offering box.

What are they, they are guardians of faith by the Lord’s side, and seeing this scene, anger instantly arose within them!

“You manage a church, yet you commit theft! No wonder you’ve defected from the church… Turns out you are a fallen person! Truly disappointing to us!” The male Descending Angel shook his head in great disappointment, saying, “If it weren’t for needing to take you back, I’d want to purify you with Holy Fire now!”

“I… I’m not…” Mai Rada forced himself to speak, his voice trembling, and the male Descending Angel’s anger intensified, causing immense discomfort for Mai Rada… He was greatly shocked, “I’m not Father Strala!”

“Humph!” The male Descending Angel snorted, his anger growing, “A thief is even more detestable! Accept the judgment of the Holy Light!”

With that, the male angel waved his hand directly, and a beam of Holy Light shot towards Mai Rada at that instant—undoubtedly, this Holy Light contained terrifying power.

Just like many characters encountering their certain death in novels, Mai Rada cried out internally in sorrow: My fate is sealed!

Just then, however, something stepped on his head and jumped up!

It was a large, plump figure… a fat golden layer!!

“A… Atang!?”

Atang made use of Mai Rada’s head to propel himself upward, facing the Holy Light that was rushing over and directly opened his mouth to swallow the Holy Light completely!

After gulping down the Holy Light, Atang landed on the ground, burped contentedly, then raised his hind leg and started scratching his ear.

“When God closes one door, He will certainly open another. So when facing setbacks and difficulties in life, don’t be sad, and don’t despair, because I am here.”

From behind, Father Strala’s voice slowly reached out.

Mai Rada instinctively turned around, slightly moved, looking at Father Strala, “Father, I…”

But Father Strala merely clapped him on the head with a thick book, making him see stars.

“You wicked thing!!! I kindly took you in, provided for you, and housed you… Never thought, never thought, you would actually dare to steal my money! Is my money this easy to steal? I’ll beat you, you ungrateful rascal! Steal my money just like that! How dare you steal, how dare you steal!!”

The priest was trembling all over… from anger.

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