Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth

In the sea of trees beneath the cliff of the Pechersk Lavra, somebody was hiding within the swaying trees and peering out.

“Pechersk Lavra is really quiet.”

Putting down the telescope, Lamias jumped off the trunk, with her black nun robe billowing in the wind.

This pair of powerful but not thick legs stretched in the air but nobody under the tree chose to notice her.

Because no one dared to provoke the nuns.

Lamias bent her legs to reduce the impact of fall. The nun, who belonged to the Black Religious Congregation, was now walking toward the tent stationed here.

She had come here for several days and had been observing the monastery all along.

“Is the magnetic field still the same as usual?”

In recent days, Lamias asked the people in the tent the same question—She became more and more impatient after leaving Romania.

She had solved some private problems while completing the task—although Lamias felt something not right—such as the reason why her pistol had been lost.

However, as a result, she had finished the task of the congregation and Jonathan paid the price. Both were good to her.

But it was really boring here—she simply wanted to seek for something in the monastery but the plan had been delayed by some sudden incident.

The machine for monitoring the changes of the holy-light suddenly detected a powerful ray of holy-light that appeared in the monastery— It was much higher than the detecting limit of the machine that the congregation provided her.

“Angel descending.”

The nun had been told many times during the training in the religious congregation, that if the numerical value got to such extent, it would have a high possibility of a descent of an angel.

The staff in the tent took off the headset, turned around and looked helplessly, “No sound or movement as yesterday. But through calculation, the intensity of the inner border of the hall has doubled… Ms. Lamias, shouldn’t we ask headquarters for support?”

The nun said indifferently, “If you think headquarters can provide with more staff, then go ahead, I’m glad you want to request for that.”

“I’m just asking.”

He knew that the congregation lacked people recently.

And also heard that a team responsible for excavating relic had been destroyed in Ulan Bator; they added more people, but there was no news about them.

Of course, as a junior staff, these were all the topics of conversation with his partners… Leave the worries of the higher-ups to the higher-ups.

“Wait, Miss Lamias! The numerical value started to decline!”

The staff said with excitement when Lamias was about to leave. She turned around and focused on the change of the numerical changes on the screen.

She felt her gun hiding in the nun robe turning hungry.

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“Put an end to your wrath and be no longer bitter; do not give way to anger which is a cause of sin.”

The only small window brought light to the rough stone room; Anatoly stood in front of the light ray, praying as always.

He felt it was his instinct— He prayed everyday since he was conscious.

Therefore, even if the holy power in his body had been sealed, and no resonance would happen, he didn’t still give up this habit.

The iron gate of the stone chamber was suddenly knocked— There was an old priest, his godfather, Maugis.

Maugis stood at the iron gate, sighing slightly; but he heard Anatoly’s whisper, “My father, why did you sigh?”

Maugis shook his head, “My child, please forgive me, I have tried my best, but you can never be released from here.”

Anatoly said calmly, “Father, you’ve done enough for me. Mr. Sullivan just sealed my holy-power, but did not destroy them. He imprisoned me here but did not expel me. Isn’t it enough? God said we should feel grateful. You picked me up, so I have been living for over 20 years.”

Maugis frowned, “I raised you up, no one else will know more about you than me. How could you be a heretic? Tell me, Anatoly, my child, can’t you really remember what you met?”

Anatoly shook his head.

Maugis nodded reluctantly, “That person went back yesterday and we don’t know when he will be coming again, so I’m afraid you have to stay here until next time he arrives.”

Anatoly said indifferently, “There’s water and food here, that’s enough. Those priests in the monasteries are working harder than me.”

Maugis wanted to say something, but a huge noise now was suddenly heard outside. Meanwhile, the ground shook slightly.

Both of them frowned subconsciously.

Maugis left the confining area quickly and walked outside. Anatoly couldn’t keep calm; he looked at outside with a disturbed mind.

But the sound became more and more frequent… It was the sound of an explosion.

Vaguely, Anatoly even heard weak screams.

Soon afterwards, Maugis hurried back to the door of the stone room. His forehead was hurt, blood barely colored half of his face.

“Father!” Anatoly couldn’t remain calm at this time.

But Maugis hurriedly said, “We are attacked… they, they want to grab something inside the hall! Anatoly, leave here quickly.”

“No, father! How can I leave you alone! Father, you!!”

Bang.

When the door was opened, Maugis fell to the ground. He held the key in hand, but his chest was colored by blood.

“Forgive me, I cannot open Sullivan’s imprisonment for you,” Maugis said weakly, “Even the holy light can’t work on them… their bullets that are cursed easily cut through our guard…”

“Father, don’t say anything! Let me help you stop bleeding!”

“No … no … come to my ears, I have something to tell you…”

Anatoly had to bow his head.

Maugis took out something and put into his palm.

“Please… keep the faith in your heart, no matter the time… and the place … but …” Maugis’s voice turned weaker, “But… if one day you’re really confused…and with suspicion in mind…then go, go find…find…”

“Father!!!”

Maugis closed his eyes, before finishing his words.

Anatoly stared at the thing his godfather gave him at the end—a black card.

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The light shields enchanted by golden holy light had been penetrated easily by bullets.

Lamias, holding two guns, easily walked in the thirteenth hall of the abbey. The nun looked at the last person— the monastery’s dean.

Several priests had fallen into a pool of blood beside him.

“Without holy light, you’re not even as strong as a veteran.” Lamias sneered.

“Cursed weapons… Black Religious Congregation has developed such an abyssal weapon!” The dean of the abbey looked very calm.

He didn’t seem to be afraid at all, as his life went to its end.

Lamias spinned her silver gun and smiled, “I added some of Impaling Duke’s blood with some other materials and it has such an obvious effect, doesn’t it?”

“What’s your purpose?”

“What’s hiding under your feet, Mr. Dean?”

“Sure enough…” The dean’s face changed drastically. “You even want to taint it?”

“For the new world.”

Lamias said indifferently, while the cursed bullet was shot out from the silver pistol, striking through the dean’s forehead.

After making sure that this old man could never stand up, Lamias took out the communication device, “Call the priest team to come in and erode away the array, take out the holy remains. In addition, wipe out all the people here and arrange for our men to be stationed here… From now on, Pechersk is our property.”

“Miss Lamias, we caught a guy, who seems to be imprisoned in the dungeon. He probably ran out during the chaos.”

“Does he have holy power?” Lamias asked indifferently.

“We didn’t detect that.”

“Hmm…” Lamias thought for a moment, “Only sinners or heresy will be imprisoned. Since he has no holy power, then catch him. Maybe he will be useful later.”

“I got it!”

Lamias put down the communication device, taking a glance at the thirteenth hall. She pointed her finger at the corpse on the ground and drew a cross on it.

Lamias smiled and turned around. She collected her pistol, “For the new world? Who will use such a ridiculous reason?”

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The blood on the wall had been washed and dead bodies were taken away and incinerated. The gate was opened again, as if nothing had happened.

As to Lamias, she left this place surrounded by an immense forest via helicopter.