Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1343: Chapter 70: The Thudding Amidst the Howling Wind

Streaming light poured down, connecting with the circular magic technique emerging from the earth… When the glimmer dissipated, before a cliff, the First Tower Master of the Secret Art Tower, the true dragon of China, and the pet hospital’s little butterfly monster simultaneously landed.

The strange peaks ahead were perilous, clearly not the garden planted with the Golden Apple Tree.

“Alright, we’re already in the territory of the Torrido Clan within the Thirteen Clans.” The First Tower Master spoke slowly at this moment, “According to the feedback received, this should be the last place where Fafnir was active.”

“Feedback?” The little butterfly monster curiously scanned around.

The true dragon of China casually explained, “The Non-Human Domain where you reside, the baseline for its establishment was created by this guy… like the framework needed before building a skyscraper. He controls most of the Non-Human Domain’s information network and can use the power generated when the baseline arrays operate to perform long-distance jumps within the Non-Human Domain… Before arriving here, weren’t there a few moments of staying? That’s due to the linkage between different formations… What, don’t understand? And you call yourself a top student! Let’s put it this way, you know Flying Chess, right? This guy has dice for throwing, and he can control the points however he likes, moving as many spaces as desired! Don’t tell me a dice only has six points, I’m just making a metaphor!”

“Oh… amazing!” In short, the little butterfly monster clenched her little fists in admiration as she looked at this First Tower Master of the Secret Art Tower, “Flying Chess and dice… quite a vivid illustration! By the way, Sister Long, does the boss have such dice too?”

“Why are you mentioning that guy!” The true dragon of China, whose mood was not too pleasant initially, became even more displeased, “That guy is really bad; don’t believe him in the future!”

The little butterfly monster froze momentarily, scratching her head with some grievance, and sighed, asking, “Sister Long, it seems you really dislike the boss.”

“Why say that?” Long Xiruo frowned… Actually, she didn’t want to discuss too much about that swindler in front of Dazzle—wondering what expression this First Tower Master would have upon knowing the place ravaged by a great war a hundred years ago had revived.

The little butterfly monster blinked and said, “Because, I noticed during one of your naps, you cursed the ‘Dead Swindler’ forty-eight times!”

Faced with such matters, the true dragon of China was momentarily overwhelmed but remained calmly unfazed, grunting, “Now you know how much I hate this dead swindler, right?”

“But… you mentioned the boss’s name ninety-six times!”

Pfft—!

The true dragon’s ultimate skill: Temporal Whirlwind.

We saw the true dragon of China directly using her knuckles to twist and spin on the little butterfly monster’s head.

“No wonder the hygiene at the hospital has been so poor lately! Turns out you have been slacking off! What have you been up to? You have time to count how many times I mumble in my sleep but not to clean?”

“Ouch…”

Playfully sparring like this… they suddenly met the gaze of the First Tower Master; yet he merely smiled patiently, seemingly with a hint of envy in his eyes.

Only then did the true dragon of China awkwardly let go of Luo Pianqian, “Don’t mind us, we’re just talking about a swindler that eats people without spitting bones! You wouldn’t know even if I told you!”

Dazzle did not probe further, merely nodded… But suddenly, he sensed something, looking up at the sky, spotting a small shadow swiftly darting past—a flying carpet, it seemed.

There was a silhouette seated atop the carpet, yet the person on the carpet did not notice the few on the ground and directly ventured into the interior of the Torrido Clan’s territory.

“That person is… Secret Steel?” The First Tower Master slightly furrowed his eyebrows and whispered, “Why is he also…”

“An acquaintance?” Long Xiruo cast a curious glance.

The First Tower Master nodded, “He is one of our Secret Art Tower’s Tower Masters, the youngest of them… Due to his achievements in the great war and his capable status, he officially became a Tower Master twenty years ago following a signed recommendation from several Tower Masters. Originally, I intended him to deal with those victim matters but was suddenly informed he had left over an hour ago… Unexpectedly, he is here now. This matter seems curious…”

Long Xiruo merely waved her hand, “I am not interested in the actions of your Secret Art Tower members, let’s quickly catch Fafnir for a beating and wrap things up, then I can go home!”

If merely beating up would solve the problem, the First Tower Master probably would have done it personally decades ago… He gently shook his head and said, “Let’s proceed further; about ten kilometers from here, I sense a strong and chaotic magical residue… Hopefully, Fafnir hasn’t caused any damage to the Torrido Clan, since the Thirteen Clans, despite internal factions, always unite against outsiders… Very troublesome.”

Speaking, he raised his large magic wand in hand, directly drawing a circle on the ground… A circular clay tablet cracked open from the earth, then floated up.

The First Tower Master directly walked onto this tablet, beckoning Long Xiruo and Luo Pianqian to step onto it as well. Standing at the forefront, he began moving rapidly through the air on this clay tablet.

The true dragon of China glanced over, then hooked her arm around the little butterfly monster’s shoulder, pulling her down to squat together.

Long Xiruo whispered at this moment, blocking the little butterfly monster’s ears, “Did I say anything… else… while napping?”

The little butterfly monster tilted her head, lightly biting her finger, “Hmm… there seemed to be some odd words.”

“What did I say?” The true dragon of China raised her voice immediately… Was that cold sweat seemingly forming?

“Hmm… ‘Don’t hit me’? ‘Even my father never hit me like this’? All sorts of strange words… Then there’s… ‘Bad Person’… Oh, right! ‘Bad Person’ was called one hundred seventy-two times! Sister Long, does ‘Bad Person’ refer to the boss too?”

“Pianqian ah.”

At this moment, the true dragon of China showed an unprecedented gentle gaze, gently extending her hands to cup Luo Pianqian’s face… Gradually exerting force, squeezing the little butterfly monster’s cheeks, lips pursing.

“??”

The little butterfly monster blinked, confused about what her Sister Long planned to do… But suddenly she felt dizzy, as if her eyeballs were continuously spinning, simultaneously hearing Sister Long’s voice…

“Forget everything you saw… Forget everything you saw… Forget… Forget… Forget…”

Finally, the little butterfly monster foamed at the mouth, fainting in the true dragon of China’s arms… Right, her eyeballs were still spinning.

The First Tower Master turned his head at this moment.

The sensitive true dragon directly shot a glare, smirking, “Little dog, focus on driving!”

Little dog… The First Tower Master softly said, “Suddenly very interested… if the changes in my teacher’s past are related to the person you mentioned.”

Long Xiruo narrowed her eyes, smiling sweetly, “Little dog… It’s been a long time since you felt despair; is your body feeling itchy?”

The First Tower Master gently said, “Haven’t you discovered it yourself, teacher?”

“Discovered what?” The true dragon of China frowned.

He softly replied, “Your smile is more frequent now.”

The true dragon of China suddenly widened its eyes… as its eyes widened, it pointed with a finger toward the front—Dazzle was taken aback, turned around to look… Only to see a heart-wrenching sight of a severely damaged, massive structure surrounded by cliffs.

“It seems…” The First Tower Master groaned somewhat helplessly, “Our Golden Dragon appears to have excess energy…”

…

A swiftly traveling magical flying carpet abruptly stopped at the castle ruins, then floated down slowly.

At this moment, a burly man directly stepped down from the carpet… The moment he landed, it was as if the sound of metal armor marching could be heard.

The skin exposed outside the man’s clothes carried a golden sheen… Even his brow bone, resembling a fusion of metal and bone, protruded prominently.

Yet he didn’t appear terrifying, just odd—at this moment, the man’s gaze searched forward and soon found his target.

Sitting on a broken wall, with a bottle of wine beside him, holding a quill and a diary, deeply contemplating was the werewolf… Kuluo Luoya.

“Oh… I was wondering who it might be, perhaps another survivor from the Thirteen Clans. Turns out it’s you.” Kuluo Luoya heard the movement and naturally didn’t pretend to be deaf, quickly responding, “Secret Steel, long time no see.”

“Kuluo Luoya.” The man… Secret Steel Tower Master frowned while surveying the surroundings, “There’s a strong magical residue here… Did you and Bylegang fight here directly?”

“I would have loved to.” Kuluo Luoya shrugged, “But I don’t have the hobby of fighting and harming people’s family members right at their doorstep… This was caused by Old Fafnir’s descendant. As for the reason… Didn’t you know that dragon boy was brought under your Magician’s Association management?”

“After receiving Bylegang’s messenger, I’ve rushed all the way here…” Secret Steel Tower Master shook his head, “Along the way, I saw many places destroyed, I thought it was… them.”

Regarding “them,” the matter of the Golden Dragon running amok naturally could not distract the Secret Steel Tower Master from paying attention.

However, “they” might be something tabooed by this group of survivors from the past war, something not easily mentioned… Even someone as open-minded as Kuluo Luoya, this legendary hero in his twilight years, remained silent.

“It should be true.” Kuluo Luoya said a sentence somewhat out of context at this time.

Secret Steel Tower Master could understand, his expression grew steadily more solemn… After a while, he asked, “Bylegang?”

“Wait for him then.”

Kuluo Luoya gestured with his hand, “This place has been wrecked like this, as the Acting Archduke, he will have to keep busy for a while… Besides, if it’s ‘them,’ even if we have a few more years, what difference would it make? Come drink with me? This year’s malt harvest is good, I brewed some malt wine myself.”

Secret Steel did sit down but didn’t immediately drink. He suddenly said, “According to the intelligence coming back from the current world… Farael escaped from the Island Prison in Britain the night before last… Some incidents occurred in Britain, just last night, the Knight Agency had an internal conflict, and even their Holy Grail was destroyed.”

“What?” Kuluo Luoya was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide, then lowered his head to frown, then gulped a large mouthful of malt wine, seemingly digesting the information.

After a while, he sighed and said, “I have a feeling that we, the remaining folks, might gather together soon, then… By the way, are you sure you don’t want to take a sip?”

Secret Steel frowned, this time stretching out his hand to take the wine jug from Kuluo Luoya.

The two legendary heroes, brooding quietly, each in their thoughts… Only heard at the edge of the castle ruins, below at that massive fissure, a series of rapid airflows rushed out.

Perhaps from air pressure vibrations or from something else… It resembled the roar of a beast.

“It’s tough for the Thirteen Clans folks, having unknown things beneath each clan’s hive… howling like this every day, wouldn’t they lose sleep?” Kuluo Luoya shook his head, “What a bunch of thick-skinned guys!”

Secret Steel Tower Master thought, regarding thick skin… perhaps the legendary hero werewolf beside him is the first among Non-Human?

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As if within the windy hell… At the bottom of the fissure, a mysterious sound like wind howling or beast roaring echoed.

The diary on the beast hide journal had been read, the people inside the bone dwelling had not spoken since some unknown moment… Miss Witch at this time was wrapped in her clothes, leaning on a bone piece resembling ribs, entering shallow sleep.

The girl Mina also leaned on Norman’s shoulder, seemingly falling asleep deeply.

Golden Dragon Fafnir’s (Na) eyes quietly scanned the scene—though still elegant, internally having thought several dozen ways to flirt with beauties… then dismissing each one.

Finding them too presumptuous or too cliched—while the ugly woman beside the beauty was really too bothersome, the Golden Dragon’s eyes softly narrowed.

Meanwhile, Boss Luo and Ms. Ren were playing a little game—their fingers intertwined with a rope made from plant fibers picked from the ground here, starting a string figure game.

Thud thud, thud thud.

Sounds suddenly arose within the hoarse wind howl, from the entrance blocked by Norman at the Red Dragon’s bone dwelling… like the sound of knocking.

Thud thud, thud thud.

Rhythmically.

Thud thud… thud…