Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth

No matter man or woman, kids or the elderly, the boss tend to size up all of them secretly if they were his customers.

Luo Qiu still had the thoughts of an ordinary person; when he saw this female customer chewing gum, he would naturally think it was cosplay… it was cosplay right… right…

“I heard everything could be bought here, is that right?” the woman asked directly while blowing gum.

However, she sat down with a man’s posture before inquiring… it was quite handsome.

She put hands in her pockets with both legs stretched out on the floor—simply from a biology perspective, they were the second most attractive legs that Luo Qiu had ever seen.

The legs were long and straight without any excess fat, as if it was trained under the best calculations. One could only imagine how firm they were upon seeing them.

As for the first person that Boss Luo met with similar legs, it was Ms. Nun—Lamias, who he had seen in Romania.

“Is there anything I can do for you, dear customer.”

She was not a customer that was the ones usually attracted… but an extraordinary person full of preparation.

Luo Qiu could sense something in the tube she carried on her back.

There was an extremely atrocious thing in it, like a devil’s whisper, which was hard to be covered even if it was hidden on purpose.

It should be a blade.

Samurai called it the sword, which was the most precious object in the samurai’s minds. Something as important as their lives.

The woman looked around and changed her tone, “This is quite a weird place, but there seem to be only 2 people here… oh, this girl may not be human, eh?”

It did not infuriate the servant girl because she really was not a human girl; therefore, she was still served tea to her.

But customers using such tones seemed to be increasing these days.

The one he had met last time was Su Zijun. Luo Qiu faintly smiled with no anger, “It doesn’t matter, as long as we are able to fulfill the customer’s requirements.”

“That’s right.”

The woman nodded with an indifferent smile, “Actually, I am just a little curious…”

Her gaze then moved from the boss to You Ye, then back to Boss Luo again, “I wonder which part of this place was so terrifying and scary to those old guys of the club.”

“Did you come from…” Luo Qiu gave a slight start, “The Michael Club?”

He did not buy the information about this woman— because the real deal had not started. Luo Qiu did not tend to get one’s information before a formal trade.

He was always ignorant before the formal start of the deal.

“No, I am not a representative of anybody.”

The woman shrugged, and talked with a relaxed tone, “I am just myself… Furthermore, I do not like someone call me ‘customer’. Just call me Nero.”

“Nero?” Luo Qiu felt it even more interesting. This funny woman owned such a name, “The tyrant of the Ancient Roman Empire?”

“No no no, I have nothing to do with that ancient man.” The woman, Nero, shook her head, “In Chinese words, my 18-generation ancestors had nothing to do with him.”

“Fine, Ms. Nero.” Luo Qiu nodded, “Since you are not from the Michael Club… then what are you going to purchase?”

Nero picked out a small cloth bag from her clothes and threw it onto the table, “I will buy someone’s information.”

It was not an action to show-off or to demonstrate her treasures, nor did she do it on purpose for provocation. It was a very instinctive behavior.

Like a hunter coming out of a danger zone and spending thousands of dollars in one throw at a place for enjoyment.

This bag was full of souls.

“How about them?” Nero laughed, “They were eastern monsters I killed on the way. Oh, there was another disgusting human among them who bragged about his wealth and tried to seduce me, so I killed him.”

‘Who asked you to cosplay… don’t you know that this circle is complex…’

“What is the name of the target?”

Luo Qiu glanced at the bag and checked—there were 9 monsters and one common person. Not too little.

“Kuck·Urin.”

“What kind of information?”

Nero said indifferently, “Is he alive or dead? Where did he die? Or where is he now… I want the accurate place.”

Boss Luo hesitated for a second; suddenly he took out the only human’s soul from the bag, “Is it alright to pay the transaction fee now?”

“Is one enough?” Nero was curious and asked.

Boss Luo smiled slightly, “I want to earn more actually, but it is enough.”

“So, this is a fair place?”

Luo Qiu did not answer her, but placed the human soul on the plate the servant girl got. He then said slowly, “Ms. Nero, Kuck did not die yet. And he is living in a Tofu shop, a town downstream of the city river.”

“Tofu shop?” Nero was stunned, she did not expect that he would stay at such a place.

With a slight hint of puzzlement, she asked with curiosity and distrust, “Are you serious?”

“It is the latest information. As for the results, we will not guarantee if Ms. Nero can find him or not.” Luo Qiu said calmly.

“Isn’t your way of making money too easy?” Nero sneered.

She pulled out the tube and pressed it on the floor… the tube was quivering faintly, as if something would rush out frantically. A roar echoed vaguely.

Boss Luo looked at the rippling tea and smiled, “Ms. Nero, is there a ‘Yama’ in it?”

“Hum…” Nero squinted her eyes.

Luo Qiu said slightly, “I think ‘customer’ is better title for you or how about your true name instead of a title… Don’t you think so? Ms. Choe Yoon Ah.”

Nero’s eyes turned sharper but at the same time, her smile became brighter.

Luo Qiu took a sip of the tea; when he put down the teacup, he said, “Besides, customer, this is the place for doing business… As for something shouldn’t happen… it is better to stop that.”

The teacup and the saucer collided and the sound made the devil stopped its whisper.

The so-called ‘Yama’ stopped trembling and became quiet.

Nero… Choe Yoon Ah… the ‘balloon’ of the gum also burst at this instance.