Trafford's Trading Club
chapter-437

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

Long Xiruo was standing by the river bed between the leyline and the river water, looking at the auras calmly. She had a small sip of Monkey-Soul Liquor.

It was better to take a sip of this kind of liquor each time rather than guzzle it.

She had been here for some time.

“Xiang Liu will not come out again?” Su Zijun came to Long Xiruo, looking at that huge leyline… She could see a figure bounded by many chains, struggling in the depths of it.

Long Xiruo said calmly, “Your Jiuzhou Xuanyuan or my True Dragon Golden Body can cut these chains off, but we don’t need to do that.”

Compared to imprisoning Xiang Liu, they preferred to kill him directly… Long Xiruo was more intimate with ‘it’ than Su Zijun, so Su Zijun knew that Long Xiruo was respecting ‘its’ will.

“It’s quite a nice result for him.” Su Zijun sneered and shook her head, saying, “I have repaired my part of the first seal, you can go and repair your part when you are free. I am going to the second seal now.”

Long Xiruo nodded, “Many scientific personnel have been appointed to head to the river bed and research the so-called ‘Sky Hole’. Humans have many methods of researching now, so be careful not to expose yourself.”

“They won’t find me.” Su Zijun said.

Long Xiruo looked down and said nothing; then, she raised the liquor jar and guzzled it… This was definitely not the liquor that should be guzzled, but Long Xiruo—the true dragon of the Godly Land enjoyed a strong appearance of aura along with the drink.

Maybe only this method could satisfy her.

But Long Xiruo suddenly frowned and turned back… Su Zijun also turned back. They saw someone unexpected coming to them—At least, it was unexpected to them.

They were the club boss and the servant girl.

“Hi Miss Long, Miss Zijun, you are here, too.” Luo Qiu approached them. The underground river created a long stairway in the air.

“It has vanished, why do you still come here?” Long Xiruo asked in a cold voice.

Luo Qiu looked at the huge light source—the body of the leyline over his head, and said lightly, “I came here to hand over the final goods it wanted.”

“As I expected!” Su Zijun turned her head.

She had guessed that the benefits given were the cause of the intervention of the club, but she didn’t was not pleased even when she confirmed the answer.

Su Zijun said, “So, what is its final wish?”

Luo Qiu said calmly, “It hoped that the leyline would not give birth to any conscious ever again.”

“I am going to the second seal.”

After hearing this, Su Zijun left directly in a hurry… As if she didn’t want to see what would happen next.

“Miss Zijun, you have fully recovered, it’s time to pay for it.” Luo Qiu reminded suddenly.

Su Zijun didn’t turn back, saying in a cold voice, “I will go find you, don’t worry, I have never owed anybody anything.”

Luo Qiu smiled and looked at Long Xiruo.

Long Xiruo gulped the liquor again, making way. She watched Luo Qiu and You Ye walked pass her side to get to the leyline.

As Luo Qiu stretched his hand and was about to do something, Long Xiruo suddenly shouted out, “Hold on!”

“Anything wrong, Miss Long?” Luo Qiu turned back and asked.

Long Xiruo said, “Are you sure that leyline will not have any conscious again?”

“Luo Qiu thought for a while, shaking his head, saying, “I can make sure of it, unless a customer pays a higher price to change that.”

Long Xiruo suddenly sneered, saying with a barbed tone, “You are indeed a businessman.”

Luo Qiu said nothing. He was absorbed into the depth of the leyline the moment he touched it.

Long Xiruo and Miss Maid were left outside—Long Xiruo didn’t feel embarrassed but uncomfortable. Miss Maid, on the other hand, looked fine, smiling at Long Xiruo.

Long Xiruo suddenly turned back, saying, “Please tell your master later, thank you for giving ‘it’ some memories at the end.”

“Miss Long.” Miss Maid shouted.

“Anything else?” Long Xiruo frowned and turned back.

“Yes.” You Ye smiled, saying, “Maybe Miss Long can learn more knowledge of physics when you are free.”

“Excuse me?” Long Xiruo gave a start, shaking head and saying in a cold voice, “It is none of your business!”

“Sorry for being rude.” You Ye said slightly.

Long Xiruo turned into a flash of golden light and left.

Luo Qiu came out from the leyline about half an hour later.

Miss Maid was waiting by the water stairway quietly.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, “Maybe we will never see the memory of this land anymore. I feel reluctant to leave this place.”

After saying this, Luo Qiu made the water stairway descend and arrived at the edge of the underground river with You Ye. He squatted, stretching his hands to fill water into a bottle.

When the bottled was filled, Boss Luo smiled in satisfaction, saying, “Take this back to water something.”

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The little town was quite peaceful.

There was a river in the town which was quite important for the residents living here before, but now, the river was just used by local women to wash clothes.

Just like usual, San Er—a widow in town took her four-year-old daughter to the river to wash clothes.

San Er was running a tofu store alone and she had to raise up her daughter by herself since her husband passed away by accident two years ago.

San Er was not quite beautiful, but as a southern girl, her beauty would be revealed after a few more glances— comfortable, warm, and elegant.

“Mum, can I see Goddess Duomi later?”

“Hmm… Only if you be a good girl.” San Er patted her daughter’s head gently.

The little girl nodded seriously, and then sat on the stone ladder beside the river with her hands covering her knees—The old town was built beside the river and it was a typical old water town in the south.

Instead of washing clothes with other women together, San Er usually took her daughter to somewhere further and more peaceful.

Just as San Er put down the basin, her daughter suddenly pointed to the river, shouting, “Look! Mum! There is someone in the water!”

“Oh my! There is!” San Er looked at the river and found a man floating on the water.

San Er was shocked; she moved her daughter away from the riverside and fished the man out of the water with a bamboo pole.

As the man approached the stone ladder, San Er hesitated for a long while, but she finally stretched her hand and checked his pulse. “Alive! He’s still alive! Thank… Thank god…”

San Er didn’t know why she was so happy… Maybe she was afraid that the man had died already.

Or something else

San Er tried turning the man back—He was a man about thirty-year-old with hair tied up. There was some facial hair on his face and he didn’t look very well. It was not an ordinary face.

He seemed like a foreigner.

There was a big hole in his clothes, but no wounds could be seen.

As San Er helped the man up, he suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head. San Er said in surprise, “You woke up! Are you okay?”

The man was puzzled for a long while before saying weakly, “Who…Who are you? Where…Where is this?”