Trafford's Trading Club

612: Chapter 25: Magic 612: Chapter 25: Magic Lizi, smiling, knocked on Ren Ziling’s office door.

At this time, Subeditor Ren was balancing a ballpoint pen between her nose and upper lip, her chin resting on her hands as she stared at her laptop screen, probably troubled over her writing.

“Ah!

I give up on writing!

Lizi, let’s go out for some inspiration!”

“But Sister Ren, the boss said if you don’t submit the article today, they’ll deduct your salary this month.” Lizi blinked.

“What are you coming in here for!

Is your work done?

Do you think this is a place to slack off?” Subeditor Ren switched to her sharp-tongued mode.

Lizi mysteriously pulled out a small box and shook it in front of Ren Ziling.

“What’s this?” Ren Ziling asked curiously.

“Medicine,” Lizi sat down.

“Remember you asked for more during the Golden Week?

I got some sent over from my hometown.”

Ren Ziling shook her head, “Oh…

now I remember.

But isn’t this medicine too strong?

I still get a bit scared thinking about how Old Ma was after taking it.

It’s too harmful to the body!”

“Sister Ren~,” Lizi cooed.

“Now you feel sorry?

Don’t you want grandchildren?”

“Shoo, shoo!” Ren Ziling waved her hand.

Lizi laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ve had the potency reduced this time.

It shouldn’t be like with Officer Ma.

Besides, Luo Qiu is young, he should be fine.”

Ren Ziling hesitated, blinking at Lizi’s blinking appearance, quickly snatched the small box from Lizi’s hand, swiftly shoved it into a drawer, and continued her sharp tone, “Why are you still sitting here!

Don’t you have work to do!

Out, out!”

Lizi was amazed at how Ren Ziling swiftly shifted her stance, utterly astounded by her cunning…

“By the way, there’s also a letter addressed to you.”

“A letter for me?”

Ren Ziling was taken aback, took the white envelope from Lizi’s hand, and after a quick glance, frowned.

After a while, Ren Ziling suddenly took out her phone, intending to dial Luo Qiu’s number, but thought for a moment before putting the phone down, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, and said, “Lizi, go print a leave form for me, I may need a few days off.”

“May?

Sister Ren, did something happen?” Lizi asked curiously.

“I told you to go, so go, no more questions!” Ren Ziling urged with a wave.

…

…

“We had quite a fruitful trip today.”

Having just returned to the club entrance, Luo Qiu lifted the shopping bags in his hand— for some reason, Boss Luo was always quite enthusiastic about supermarket sale days.

Of course, most things bought were just ingredients and condiments.

“Indeed.”

Responding to her master, You Ye stepped forward to push open the twin pinewood doors of the shop, only to find a Black soul envoy already waiting inside the lobby—not Taiyin, as he was likely still engrossed in “Emerald Fantasy.”

The one waiting was Black Soul No.

18.

“Eighteen, greetings master, greetings Ms.

You Ye.” The envoy, wrapped entirely in a black robe, greeted them in a voice so shrill it could send shivers down one’s spine.

Luo Qiu nodded, walked to the counter, rolled up his sleeves, and began sorting through the day’s harvest, “Eighteen, anything up?”

Black Soul No.

18 glanced at the ‘Border Gate’ in the corner of the lobby before maintaining composure and said, “This subordinate’s prolonged absence is disrespectful to the master, so I returned today specially to pay my respects.”

“Is that so,” Luo Qiu nodded with a smile, “Have you been back for long?”

“A little while,” Black Soul No.

18 nodded.

“Sit down, no need to stand,” Luo Qiu pointed in front of him, “What have you been busy with lately?”

“I’ve been following a master,” Black Soul No.

18 quickly said, “I believe before long, the master will be our guest.

Does the master want to see the details first?”

Luo Qiu shook his head, sliced a fresh lemon, popped a slice into his mouth, and immediately winced, “Hmm, too sour.

Eighteen, do you like lemons?”

“Master, the Black Soul doesn’t mind not eating,” No.

18 shook her head.

Luo Qiu laughed, “Then you’re missing out on a lot of fun.

You should learn from Taiyin; he knows how to enjoy life well.”

“Yes, yes…” Black Soul No.

18 was a bit dazed, nodding, “I heard this new entry-level guy is doing well lately.”

“Not bad.”

“Master, the truth is, I came back to exchange something this time,” Black Soul No.

18 suddenly said.

“If it’s about exchanging Black Soul, just look for You Ye, no need to report to me specifically,” Luo Qiu said casually, “By the way, I plan to cook today, want to stay for a meal?”

Black Soul No.

18 shook her head, “I’ll leave immediately after the exchange.”

“In that case… next time then,” Luo Qiu waved his hand.

…

After Black Soul No.

18 left, the maid returned to her master’s side, “Master, No.

18 wanted materials on an ancient Egyptian script that’s already lost.”

Luo Qiu smiled lightly, “I’ve told you, no need to report such matters to me specifically.”

You Ye said, “No.

18 is a well-performing Black Soul, but it has been a long time since she submitted a white card.”

Supervising and reminding the Black soul envoys is part of the maid’s primary duties…and she maintains a rather strict attitude on this matter.

“She might have her own plans,” Boss Luo smiled, “Let’s say No.

18 has been around longer than both you and I, she should know what she’s doing.”

The maid nodded, adhering entirely to her master’s will…reminding was just one of the Black Soul’s tasks, while serving was her duty to her master here.

“Enough about that,” Boss Luo waved his hand, placing the salmon he bought from the supermarket onto plates, “I’ll leave the rest to you; my knife skills are nowhere near as good as yours.”

“Okay.”

…

…

The apartment, despite being daytime, was lit with all the lights—and all the curtains drawn shut.

An elderly foreign man was pacing the living room, engrossed in thought, with a document in hand, his brow furrowed deeply.

Meanwhile, a young man sat in the middle of the sofa.

His appearance was remarkably similar to that of the elderly foreigner—not due to any blood ties, but in their disheveled look.

Wang Yuechuan and Professor Cui Fo from Australia, who was deciphering the strange tome he held.

Unlike the furrowed brows of Professor Cui Fo, Wang Yuechuan focused intently on the coffee table in front of him—an impeccably smooth square black cloth lay over it.

At this moment, Wang Yuechuan took a deep breath, opened the small bottle beside him, containing some white powder, made from commercially available ground crystal.

Wang Yuechuan poured the crystal powder into his hand, grasped it tightly, and then let it slowly trickle from his fist, sketching strange patterns on the black cloth on the coffee table.

Finally, Wang Yuechuan even took a small knife, cut his finger, growing more concentrated in his demeanor.

He pressed his cut finger hard, letting crimson blood drip, drop by drop, onto the black cloth.

He then began to chant softly and quickly…an incantation, a magical spell.