Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1643: Chapter 370: Reunion

The gold of the Scorpio Palace… Prince Prin was quite surprised to see this scene – he knew more about the female warrior named Yarn than Musa and the other silvers, but not much more.

But Prince Prin was sure that Yarn was definitely not of Sanctuary’s side; otherwise, she could see with her own eyes as he killed Aluba of the Taurus Palace without feeling indifferent, and actively came to seek partnership?

However, Prince Prin held a skeptical attitude towards Yarn’s ability to inherit the Swan Constellation’s Cloth – the reason he could wear the golden clothes of the Scorpio Palace was entirely due to using his blood to erode the Cloth.

The golden clothes were built by the goddess along with God [Hephaestus], and can only be suppressed by a stronger source of divine power, enough to overpower the Cloth’s contained goddess’s power.

As the Young men of the Underworld, the successor to the next Hades, before this great war began, Hades had already started to transfer some portion of the Death Divine Power to this Young men of the Underworld and infused Prince Prin with his Divine Blood, granting Prince Prin nearly infinite potential.

The Silver Cloth ranks lower than the golden clothes but is also personally built by the goddess and [Hephaestus]. Though containing not much divine power, an ordinary person is almost unable to suppress it violently.

Even a tiny bit of divine power is the strength of God, which fundamentally surpasses all human limits of power… thus, the Cloth selects its inheritor on its own.

Prince Prin hoped for a smooth inheritance of the Swan Constellation’s Cloth, as only then would the goddess appear during the inheritance ceremony… Perhaps, they could only wait for Yarn to fail, then wait for the next challenge, which would certainly push the timeline back a lot.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brows at this.

At this moment, the Cloth’s box had already slowly opened under [Yarn]… Nero’s touch, representing the Swan Constellation’s Cloth, finally appeared in front of everyone.

It was a relatively simple set of female battle armor, entirely shimmering in bright silver light… Nero glanced at it and then reached out to touch the Swan Constellation’s Cloth again.

However, just as her fingers barely touched a corner of the Cloth, they were directly frozen… Nero blinked, seeming a bit surprised.

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“The Cloth rejected her.” On Ice Cliff, a silver shook his head at the moment, “Her strength might be formidable, but she clearly hasn’t earned the Cloth’s favor… Seems like it’s time for another challenge round.”

“Musa, the result is already evident.” Another silver sighed at the moment: “Hey, regarding restarting the challenge, how should we determine the qualification for the next challenge?”

“Wait.” Musa waved his hand calmly at the moment, “It’s not over yet, keep watching.”

“Not over yet? Hasn’t the Swan Constellation’s Cloth already rejected… Wait, what is happening?! Can it be like this??”

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Fingers already frozen, fingers completely connected with the Cloth, and the chill even ran up along the fingers, seeing the whole palm about to be entirely frozen, Nero suddenly said: “I’ll blast you, okay?”

The chill from the Cloth instantly surged.

Nero sneered, directly pulled out a black long sword from her body, and casually tapped it twice upon the Cloth.

“See this? This plaything is called Yama Sword!” Nero squinted her eyes at this moment, “This thing is very arrogant, like a lone wolf on the prairie, but once I found it could also be cowardly, and extremely cowardly, do you know why?”

The chill of the Cloth surged again, seemingly with disdain.

Nero didn’t care, holding the Yama Sword tapped it twice more, “Worthless sword, tell it why you’re so cowardly! Say less, I’ll melt you into a toilet!”

Sword hum… seemingly narrating something, but who can tell what?

The chill from the Swan Constellation’s Cloth suddenly paused, seeming to weaken… but just in an instant, this chill erupted again, carrying a bit of an all-out stance.

On the snowy land, the temperature suddenly dropped again.

Fallen Suya, Lamias, and the other female warriors at the moment were suddenly covered by a layer of frost.

“Worthless sword!” Nero tossed the Yama Sword onto the ground dismissively, “What use are you! You can’t scare even a broken Cloth! Seems like I’ll have to do it myself!”

Without paying any attention to what change happened after the Yama Sword fell, Nero directly reached out both hands, grabbed the Cloth at the joints, and like splitting a lotus root, forcibly pulled off the Cloth’s hand armor and rudely stuffed it into her arm.

The Cloth seemed to howl mournfully, but this was just the beginning!

Piece by piece, now being forcibly stripped off by Nero then worn… Around them, a strong wind arose, chill like substance, but the Cloth was being stripped more and more.

Eventually, Nero grasped the Cloth’s helmet with both hands, forcefully putting it upon her own head… Yet, the Cloth which had reformed into a single piece, directly refroze, encapsulating Nero inside as well.

Nero was not afraid; she flexed her arms and walked out of the ice crystal… The Cloth was unwilling, continuing to release extreme cold aura, but was effortlessly broken out of by Nero every time.

Just like that, the Cloth and Nero performed the cycle of freezing, breaking out of ice, refreezing, breaking out of ice repeatedly – finally, the Cloth ceased releasing chill, its silver light instantly dimming and surprisingly turning into stone.

Nero was dumbfounded, never expected the Cloth to have more spine than the Yama Sword, not getting stunned on the spot.

From afar, the silvers… even Prince Prin, somewhat dumbfounded looked at this, even the Virgo Temple’s Musa slightly opened his mouth.

“This person… actually, actually forced the Cloth to seal itself?” A silver instinctively swallowed, didn’t this mean that the divine power within the Cloth was equally helpless, unable to escape?

At this moment, the utterly inconceivable scene occurred.

The Swan Constellation’s Cloth, already self-sealed, suddenly burst out a strong silver light… Under the silver light, the petrification of the Cloth was undone, restoring its bright Cloth form.

This time, not only did the Swan Constellation’s Cloth not burst out cold aura in rejection, but even retracted the chill around… Nero swung her arm a couple of times, finding her actions incredibly natural, without any hindrance.

She casually threw a punch, a fist infused with chill swung out, on the snowy ground, in an instant an ice mark spread, stopping only tens of meters away.

Like she got a new toy, Nero directly indulged in exerting this Cloth’s power on the snowy land, exuberantly.

On Ice Cliff, everyone fell silent again.

After a long while, Musa slowly let out a breath, his voice seemed a bit weary, “Seems like the Swan Constellation’s Cloth has been tamed… She is the new Crane Constellation Silver. This Cloth war should end here.”

Taming!

The silvers learned for the first time that the Silver Cloth could also be tamed… But if this was spoken by the strongest chief under the gods, Musa, probably not wrong?

“Prepare the inheritance ceremony and report to Virgo Temple.”

Just like that, Musa left… They knew that the former owner of the Swan Constellation was Musa’s sister Maya, and he was particularly concerned about this inheritance of the Swan Constellation’s Cloth.

Although Musa did not show any dissatisfaction, it seems Musa doesn’t wish to see the Cloth once belonging to his sister be inherited in such a rough manner… In any case, the Cloth struggle indeed ended, following the Swan Constellation’s Cloth’s compromise.

“Who will take away those female warriors? If they aren’t taken away, they’ll freeze to death.”

“I’ll go.”

“I’ll go too.”

A few silvers rushed out of the Ice Cliff at once.

“Congratulations.” Prince Prin at this moment came in front of Nero.

But without saying a word, Nero suddenly punched out, the fist carrying chill hit directly on Prince Prin’s golden clothes of Scorpio.

Cancellation.

The Prince of the Underworld remained motionless, only a ring of ripples oscillating across the surface of the Scorpio’s Cloak of Sanctity.

Nero suddenly said seriously, “My cloak is so trash, how about we switch?”

“If you want it, I can give it to you,” said Prince Prin indifferently. “But there’s a condition, when I leave the Sanctuary, you need to leave with me.”

“Is it fun?” Nero thought for a moment and asked.

Prince Prin smiled without replying, his figure gradually disappearing into the wind and snow… Nero sat boredly on the snowground, spat out the remote control from within his body, and pressed a few buttons mischievously, but still there was no reaction.

“I know! That coquettish Eleanor must be deceiving me! This thing is fake!” Nero looked up at the sky of the Maze [Icefield] and directly raised his third finger.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck… Nero was startled, quickly jumped up, looked around suspiciously, and when he was about to say something, another bolt of lightning struck.

Nero’s mind raced, and in an instant, he was gone without a trace.

On the Icefield, on another ice cliff, a figure dressed in black and white maid clothes also disappeared at this time.

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The fight for the Swan Constellation’s Cloth has ended, and the new Crane Constellation Silver has been born. This news spread across the entire Sanctuary at an alarming speed, and soon it will reach the human kingdoms of the Alliance of the Gods.

This will be an exciting piece of news for the human kingdoms of the Alliance of the Gods.

The inheritance ceremony will be held tomorrow at the arrival of dawn—using this time implies the meaning that dawn will come, darkness will be dispelled.

The battle for the Cloak of Sanctity is over, some are joyful while others are melancholy… those seed contestants nurtured by the Sanctuary can only depart gloomily.

They need more time for training, waiting quietly for the next fight for the Cloak of Sanctity—perhaps soon, after all, during this period of the Gods’ War, both bronze and silver may soon have new casualties… Even gold, in this grand battle between heaven and earth, always faces the possibility of falling, doesn’t it?

In the Sanctuary, within a lodge—this is a temporary residence for challengers from various places.

At this time, there are hardly any challengers left in the lodge—most of them rushed away after the Cloak of Sanctity War, returning to their respective battlefields.

Now the human kingdom’s war is still tense, if it weren’t for this, they probably would have stayed until after the inheritance ceremony.

Sister Suya, meanwhile, was in her room packing her luggage… Her right arm was broken, wrapped in gauze hanging from her neck, making packing quite inconvenient.

“May I come in.”

A man’s voice suddenly came… Suya frowned slightly, she didn’t have much impression of this voice, only felt it was unfamiliar.

“Don’t worry, I’ll soon finish packing and leave, won’t be staying here,” Sister Suya thought for a moment and responded.

Her identity had actually been exposed on the [Icefield], those silvers… even the gold, had probably seen her origins, coming to find her now probably harbors some feelings of settling scores after autumn, right?

“I’m coming in.”

The visitor did not wait for Sister Suya’s permission and directly pushed the door open… To Suya’s surprise, the visitor was not from the Sanctuary’s enforcement team but rather a gold.

The Gold from the Scorpio Palace!

“You are…” At this time Suya was full of shock, “Sir Romi? You actually came back to find me?”

“You are called Suya, from the Pegasus Camp frontline… Ajax, who is he to you?” [Romi]… Prince Prin suddenly asked.

Suya was silent for a moment, then said quietly, “He is my father.”

Prince Prin fixedly looked at Suya for another moment, then suddenly coldly said, “What about your mother… why do you have the bloodline of a banshee from the Underworld on you?”

Suya was instantly shocked, immediately getting into a stance ready for a desperate fight.

Prince Prin shook his head at this time, “You can no longer inherit the Swan Constellation’s Cloth… the cloak you wore before, who made the imitation for you? But imitation is after all imitation, always inferior to the real cloth.”

“Are you mocking my ignorance? Lord Gold in the Scorpio Palace!” At this time Suya looked sorrowfully at the man in golden light before her.

“No.” Prince Prin shook his head, “I’m just here to ask if you are interested in becoming an Underworld Fighter.”

“What?!”

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Chaos… a place amidst chaos.

A figure flashed here.

Eleanor had now returned to the most familiar place… her workplace, a shop hidden in chaos, came before the [Club Owner].

At this time, the [Club Owner] was sitting at the desk with a store ledger in hand… Eleanor rarely saw this [Club Owner] looking at the account books so confidently—at least, since she became the shop’s maid, this seemed to be the first time.

“Master, Nero became the victor of this Swan Constellation’s Cloth contest, and even succeeded in donning the Swan Constellation’s Cloth, this…” Eleanor hesitated to speak.

“Do you think that a Black soul envoy inheriting a mere Silver Cloth is absurd?” The [Club Owner] closed the ledger and looked up, calmly gazing at Eleanor.

“I just think Nero’s origins are too mysterious.” Eleanor shook her head, then solemnly asked, “Is she really from… the future?”

The [Club Owner] said nothing, closed his eyes at this time, then leaned back in the chair behind.

Eleanor dared not speak, as this [Club Owner] liked quietness… and absolute quietness at that, she could only stand silently aside, waiting for the [Club Owner]’s orders.

After a long time, the [Club Owner] suddenly said in a low voice, “He has come… my time.”

“Master?”

Eleanor was suddenly startled, seeming to realize what the [Club Owner] meant by [he]… and at this moment, Eleanor’s body suddenly froze, she still stood silently aside.

But her gaze, even her consciousness, had completely stopped at this moment.

Meanwhile, another chair in front of the [Club Owner]’s desk slowly moved away a person’s position… finally, a figure slowly gathered on this chair.

But not a complete gathering, just a shadow… yet one could just barely make out the shadow’s form.

“Hello, this should be our second meeting… former shop manager.”

The voice echoed through the ancient study—that was, Luo Qiu’s voice.

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PS: Wrote a bit more, so it’s delayed…(19/82)