Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 948 Volume 9 – Chapter 162: Morality Carries More Weight Than Appearance (Part 1)

After the tutorial had ended, Number 18 did not have the power to command Dazhe anymore. There was no superior-subordinate relationship between Black Soul Messengers. All Black Soul Messengers fell under You Ye’s command.

There was, at best, the difference between a junior and a senior between the Black Soul Messengers. What’s more? Dazhe was a Black Soul with Zhan Lu Sword. Number 18 would naturally not treat him like the average Black Soul Messenger.

“Hmph. This is my own business.” Number 18 declined indifferently to Dazhe’s familiarity, “Also, I remember that you should go to the master, right? Why are you here?”

“I encountered something magical. It delays quite some of my time.” Dazhe shrugged. “In addition, my boss gave me a half-day off.”

A half-day off?

Number 18’s face, covered by the black mist, was slightly surprised. She couldn’t guess for a moment whether half-day off was the same kind of rest day she knew. Black Soul Messenger operated individually. Except for their similarity to looking for investors for the club, the Black Soul Messengers only lived for themselves.

In the past, when there were many Black Soul Messengers, there were also many examples where Black Soul Messenger had not exchanged a single sentence before its demise.

“Then you should cherish it.” Number 18 nodded.

“Yes, so I prepared something.” Dazhe smiled, then glanced at the bag he was holding.

Number 18 took a look and found that there were some ingredients inside. She shook her head. Black Soul could survive without food. In her opinion, Dazhe was wasting time. “Do whatever you want, as long as it doesn’t disturb your schedule.”

“Understood.” Dazhe nodded.

At this moment, Dazhe had the urge to return home. Naturally, he didn’t pay much attention to what Number 18 wanted to do. He bid farewell to Number 18. Then, he walked towards the vortex that appeared behind him.

Number 18 watched quietly. She could feel what was going on with this twisted vortex. This was a new power. It might be a one-time and one-way teleport or a one-time teleport that went two-way.

However, Number 18 got many clues from this.

She even couldn’t help but think: Sure enough, Dazhe is close to the boss, and he gets some privilege. I wonder if that stupid Tai Yinzi got the same ability.

“Oh, yes, this is for you!” When Dazhe was about to enter the vortex, he stopped, reached out, and took something out from the bag. Then, he tossed the item to Number 18.

Number 18 subconsciously took a look and said in surprise, “What is this?”

“Little cake.” Dazhe casually won.

Number 18 said calmly, “Why do you give it to me? Black Soul doesn’t need to eat.”

Dazhe waved his hand. His figure has slowly disappeared in the vortex, and the twisted vortex also faded quickly. Then, Dazhe’s voice came, “Last time, did you say it is your birthday when you and Brother Zhu are in the park? I don’t know if it is true, but I’m your colleague anyway. I don’t know when your birthday is. I treat that day as a birthday. I don’t think it will be bad to treat you to a cake. Just treat it as forging a good relationship between employees. After all, we all work for the same boss. Besides, I only remembered this matter just now, so…”

Number 18 did not hear the end of the sentence clearly because the vortex had disappeared.

She looked at the small cake package she was holding in her hand. Whether it was before or after becoming Black Soul Messenger, it was her first time receiving such an insincere gift.

Black Soul on Number 18’s face kept tumbling as if it was showing that her expression at the moment was uncertain.

Finally, she raised her hand, threw the little cake directly out, and snorted coldly, “Stupid!”

It was just that as the little cake was falling downstairs and when it was about to fall on the street, it suddenly levitated. It was like an insult to Newton, who invented the law of gravity. In the end, the cake fell into Number 18’s hands again.

“Since you are the successor of Zhan Lu Sword, don’t think that I’m cold-blooded in the future.” Number 18 sounded uncomfortable. She finally put this cake into her black robe.

…

After loosening the scarf around his neck, the handsome young man walked out of the twisted vortex and came to the door of a particular unit in a half-furbished and old western-style building.

The young man took a deep breath and tidied his clothes. At the same time, the youthful appearance began to mature and gradually became more than ten years old.

He knocked gently on the door.

“Who? Wait a minute!” A woman’s voice came from the house.

He shouted, “Sister Lin! It’s me, Gan Jing! I bought vegetables. Let me cook for you!”

…

Zixing observed True Dragon Saintess. After carefully stating her experience in Yan Wuyue, she still hid the fact that she finally found the animal skin map in Nagato’s house.

Since she was True Dragon Saintess, Zixing would not view her as an ordinary little girl. But, could True Dragon Saintess resolve Zixing’s confusion?

“En… Judging from what you said, Izanagi and Izanami appeared in Yan Wuyue’s world.” Long Xiruo touched her chin with one hand as if lost in thought.

Zixing didn’t say anything to bother her.

Long Xiruo said slowly, “These two fellows are worshipped god born on Fusang Island. They are the embodiment of the native’s wish on Fusang Island. They are not particularly strong, but not necessarily weak. If both of them unite, they may pose some threats. But if everything you say is true, I have some speculations about the gods’ disappearance in Fusang Country and the decline of Shinto.”

“Why do you say so?” Zixing frowned.

Long Xiruo said indifferently, “As with today’s rules, you should know the worldly rejection of all transcended, right? The stronger the transcended, the more severe they will be suppressed.”