Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 4033 The Song of the Purple Moon (84) Dream-like Rank

Chapter 4033 The Song of the Purple Moon (84) — Dream-like Rank

"Is this... the depths of the [Sea of ​​Flowers]?"

Little Mimi looked around curiously—it eventually followed Ah Xiruo into this place, because there was nowhere else to go.

"You were actually able to get this far away from your original body?" Ah Xi Ruo couldn't help but be very surprised.

"Don't underestimate me, okay?" Little [Mimi] raised her nose. "Mimi, I was once a [Super Artifact]... even if it was only for half a day."

Ah Xi Ruo asked calmly, "Can you use your abilities here?"

"No..." Jiao Jiao's little [Mi Mi] immediately drooped her head in despair.

Ah Xiruo rolled her eyes, casually picked up the big-eyed cutie, and sped across the [Sea of ​​Flowers], quickly returning to the grave.

She felt it was about time... the dead man should be showing up soon.

There was no basis whatsoever; it was purely a gut feeling.

"Miss Long, whose grave is this?" Little Mimi asked curiously.

"Kalisorp."

Little Mimi gasped, "Mom?!"

Ah Xiruo gave it a hard tap on the head, annoyed. "Don't shout nonsense! You actually believe it? This Karithorp isn't the one you're talking about!"

"I'm confused..."

“I’m confused too,” Shenzhou Zhenlong said calmly. “But that’s how people are; most of the time they’re confused, and it’s rare to be confused. What’s most annoying are some people who pretend to be confused when they know the truth.”

Little Mimi had a feeling that Miss Long was targeting her, but without any proof, she could only weakly ask, "Miss Long, will my master really appear?"

"I don't know, come if you want, don't come if you don't!"

Ah Xiruo gave a soft hum and sat down cross-legged in front of the tomb, partly to rest and meditate, and partly to communicate with that voice in her heart through her thoughts.

But for some reason, the voice from the depths of her heart that had always guided her here had disappeared. Ah Xi Ruo wasn't in a hurry; instead, she focused her mind even deeper, as if trying to penetrate her own soul... also in preparation for waiting.

She felt that the tomb was placed here, in fact, as a form of waiting.

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When Boss Luo returned, Schneizel did not follow; the commander of the courtyard's guards had even disappeared from sight.

At this moment, Xiaomeng spread her hands and lay face down on the wooden table, looking as if she had been tortured.

"Ah... I can't do it anymore, I really can't keep up, my head hurts..." Xiaomeng said weakly, "How much is missing? Can I make up the difference privately?"

The Void City's accounts were actually a mess, because Xiao Meng had never bothered with the casino's revenue.

Since the capital can continue to exist, it means that there must be profits – as the supreme Golden Empress of the gambling city, she only needs to give orders, and everything will be taken care of.

And she had been living this kind of life for far too long.

"Bai Zhi, write down Miss Meng's words as well," the maid said calmly. "Remember to mark them as important."

"Okay!" Little Bai Zhi quickly marked it with a yellow highlighter!

Xiaomeng: "...I feel like I can't have fun anymore."

The maid casually said, "Miss Meng, it seems the casino is doing well, so your share of the profits will be automatically credited to you."

"Whatever," Xiaomeng said, resting her chin on her hand. "Anyway, I'm not interested in money or anything like that... Hey, wanna play a game with me? I'm open to betting anything!"

"Miss Meng really enjoys gambling," Boss Luo's voice came from behind. "I heard you once gambled with your predecessor, the Holy Lord. Would you be interested in gambling with me?"

Xiao Meng blinked subconsciously. "New master, you want to bet with me? What's the stake?"

Boss Luo asked, "What was your bet back then?"

Xiao Meng shook her head. "I forgot."

Boss Luo thought for a moment and said, "Think of a bet, just use your first instinct."

"Can you grant me one wish for free?" Xiaomeng squinted her eyes and said with a smile—at this moment, her eyes were as clear as spring water.

Mr. Luo smiled slightly and said, "My bargaining chip is to grant you one wish for free. So, Miss Meng, what is your bargaining chip?"

"Right, what kind of bargaining chips should I offer?" Xiaomeng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

She was very persistent about gambling—the process of gambling could be full of tricks, but the only thing that needed to be fair was the stakes.

A bargaining chip that can grant an equal, free wish.

It seems a bit inconvenient to take it out!

"I was too hasty. I didn't think things through just now, and now I've put myself in checkmated"—Xiao Meng immediately hung her head dejectedly, "I really can't think of anything..."

"How about I use you as the [Primordial] rank?" Boss Luo said calmly. "If you win, I'll grant your wish. If you lose, you'll revert to the most ordinary Black Soul... um, Soul Envoy state."

Xiao Meng's pupils contracted slightly, as if her throat were going dry. "It really is... a high-stakes gamble that makes your heart almost jump out of your chest."

Winning speaks for itself; it's all there is to it.

If you lose... you lose everything.

Even so, in Xiaomeng's mind, the stakes were still unequal—it was as if her opponent was giving her a slap on the wrist, lowering her standards for playing at the table.

Xiao Meng stared blankly at Boss Luo—the bet with him was by no means fair, was it?

As the "Holy Lord," he has countless opportunities to try and fail.

But this might be her only chance.

"Well..." Xiaomeng finally managed to utter a sound from her dry throat, "Actually, I really hate bets that are either sure to win or sure to lose."

Boss Luo said, "Once upon a time, a customer challenged me to a bet. Our bets were based entirely on luck, without any other factors... I was badly beaten by that customer a few times."

The word "狠狠" (hěn hěn, meaning fiercely or fiercely) is very expressive.

"Your Majesty, you're being a little mischievous, aren't you?" Xiao Meng sighed. "I really can't help myself!"

Mr. Luo smiled slightly: "If Miss Meng has thought this over carefully, we can start at any time... Perhaps you can also think of a way to ensure your victory."

Xiao Meng's eyes sparkled, but her heart was pounding.

This high-stakes gamble has actually already begun, ever since the new owner proposed the bet—after all, psychological warfare is itself a high-stakes gamble, and the highest level of one at that.

Her whole body trembled—excitement, anticipation, the impending sense of fulfillment, lingering desire, and so on.

Xiao Meng covered her mouth and chuckled with a hint of glee: "Then... I'll take this as a promise from the Holy Lord to me for life, okay?"

The maid frowned slightly.

This little dream... the rank of [Beginning Four] seems to be quite high.

—Compared to that, a certain true dragon is truly…

Boss Luo didn't say anything. There are all sorts of Dark Souls, and there are always a few different ones... In the future, we'll encounter many more.

He glanced at the maid and said softly, "It's about time."

The maid simply nodded, already understanding.

"Manager Luo, are you leaving?"

Testarossa returned at just the right moment, as if she had timed it perfectly – clearly, she had been keeping an eye on Boss Lo's location all along.

Mr. Luo casually said, "Miss Testarossa, it seems your two subordinates are safe now."

“That’s their good fortune.” Testarossa didn’t show much surprise; she was very restrained.

After thinking for a moment, Boss Luo said, "Two choices."

It's called "Choice," but it seems to have an irresistible quality... I sighed inwardly, as expected of the Lord of the [Holy Land], his thoughts are unfathomable.

Testarossa immediately adopted a serious listening posture.

"Miss Testarossa, are you planning to take your subordinates back and return to where you belong..." Boss Luo changed the subject, "or stay here?"

Is it an order to evict guests?

Where does "here" refer to?

Is this a "sea of ​​flowers" or a "Divine Era"?

But Mr. Luo clearly had no intention of explaining, leaving it up to Testarossa to figure out—or perhaps she was wrong, and the next step would be utter ruin?

"I have achieved my purpose for this trip, and it is time for me to leave," Testarossa said with a gentle smile.

She only said she was leaving, without mentioning going back, which was probably a test, or a flexible maneuver.

"Rambo, could you please escort Testarossa to the Royal Quarter?" Boss Luo said casually, "She's been staying in the Royal Quarter for too long."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Rimbaud was startled and opened the passage back to the noble district without thinking.

Testarossa gave the shopkeeper, the prince in the courtyard, a deep look before resolutely walking into the passageway... The lining of her white dress was already slightly damp.

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"Then, I will also..."

At this moment, Xiaomeng very consciously, or rather, very theatrically, put the chain that had originally bound her twice back on—Schneger's chain—onto herself.

While reconciling the accounts, the chain somehow came loose. Xiaomeng said it was too tiring to be constricted and she needed to stretch.

"Humph."

A cold snort rang out, and the other end of the chain was once again grabbed by Schneizel—yes, the commander of the Imperial Guard had reappeared.

Xiao Meng obediently walked to Schneider's side, clearly very compliant—she left the way Boss Luo had instructed her to.

Schneizel practically dragged her away.

"Hey, Master, don't forget about me!"

Tears streamed down my face.

Boss Luo couldn't help but sigh with relief. "This Miss Meng seems to have a histrionic personality disorder."

"It seems so." The maid nodded. "Although it feels rather careless, the Void Casino's business is surprisingly good."

It's extremely rare to hear an adjective like "extreme" from a maid.

She even gives the impression that she is unwilling to admit it.

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call……

Miss Witch practically had to lean against the wall to leave the shabby basement... Back on the ground, she leaned against the fireplace for a while before she could gather her thoughts.

"That old guy actually..."

She shook her head, her gaze inadvertently falling once again on the hand-drawn group photo on the fireplace. One of them was the old man Yuga when he was young. Where were the other two men and one woman?

Miss Witch secretly memorized the appearances of the other three, regardless of whether it would be useful or not—there would always be a time when it would come in handy.

Taking a deep breath, the witch quickly walked out of Yuga's house—a thief can only be called a thief if he is not discovered!

Just as she reached the vegetable garden, a sharp shriek suddenly rang out.

The witch was startled and looked up to see a huge raven in mid-air... a raven?

The crow had just grabbed something with its claws and then landed precisely in the yard of the [Yoga] hut. The crow then quickly landed on the roof and returned to its normal crow size.

Miss Witch subconsciously swallowed, but saw that the crow completely ignored her and was just preening its feathers.

“Zhang…[Wang]?!”

She quickly looked at the object that had been thrown down, and it was none other than the Pirate King, Zhang Bolu!

At this moment, Zhang Bolu was covered in blood, and it was hard to imagine what kind of fierce battle... or war he had experienced.

"Oh, it's you, Ms. Black Cat... cough cough, could you come and help this old man?"

Zhang Bolu, supported by the Dragon Sparrow Ring, swayed and struggled to his feet, his body hunched over, his left arm hanging limply, and his right leg seemingly broken.

The most horrifying spot on his chest was a horrific wound from which blood was continuously gushing.

The witch shuddered. "Your Majesty, what happened to you! Don't move, let me stop the bleeding."

Just then, a portal opened, and Yuga slowly walked out—it glanced at the witch and Zhang Bolu in the courtyard, and its brows furrowed slightly.

Without a word, the witch cried out anxiously, "Senior Yuga, hurry! Our king is seriously injured! I can't stop the bleeding! Please, save my king!"

The main goal is to prevent Yuga from speaking first!

She even mimicked [Xiang Feihu's] manipulative rhetoric, saying, "I'll do anything you ask! Please save him!! The Pirate Alliance can't be without its king!!"

“…That’s too much.” Yuga rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Let’s help him inside first.”

"Okay!" Without saying a word, the witch picked up Zhang Bolu and carried him into the hut.

"Wait outside," Yuga said calmly as he walked in.

Miss Witch silently withdrew, but stood outside the door with a "concerned" expression, like an insurance agent waiting outside the operating room.

Seeing that her clothes were soaked with Zhang Bolu's blood, Miss Witch shuddered, slapped her forehead, and hurriedly wiped her face with the blood-stained parts, while also rubbing the other clean parts of her clothes haphazardly.

But then a crow on the roof looked down at them with an expression of utter astonishment.

The witch looked up, blinked, and looked embarrassed. "I...I'm going back to planting vegetables, ahahaha..."

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Which round is it?

Yuga's method of stopping Zhang Bolu's bleeding was quite crude, an old-fashioned folk remedy—he grabbed a handful of ash from the fireplace and applied it directly to Zhang Bolu's wound.

Even with his iron will, the Pirate King couldn't help but twitch his cheeks at this moment.

"The sixth round..." Zhang Bolu, who had almost fainted from the pain, finally managed to recover and asked weakly, "How many rounds are there exactly?"

"You can play for twenty rounds if you want," Yuga said calmly. "But as long as you enter the Noble District and survive the tenth round, you'll be fine. It's just that the rewards will be richer after ten rounds."

In addition, there are no rewards before the tenth round.

Zhang Bolu gave a wry smile. He had thought that the evolution of the divine magic would bring a great improvement, but it only lasted two more rounds than last time.

"Is there really anyone who can last for twenty rounds?"

Twenty rounds later, those terrifyingly powerful silver-haired guards will number in the millions!

Yuga said calmly, "When you can get past the tenth round, you'll understand that no matter how many more you play, it's just quantity, it won't cause a real qualitative change. Okay, don't talk, lie down, I'll go get you some medicine."

After saying that, Yuga turned around, ignoring Zhang Bolu's presence, and directly opened the obvious entrance to the basement before going inside.

It didn't mind that Zhang Bolu knew about the existence of this place, because Zhang Bolu was the kind of person who wouldn't sneak in—it always felt like something had been missed.

But Yuga had no time to worry about that now.

The moment Yuga entered the basement, the ease it had shown vanished instantly, and it leaned against the wall almost immediately.

He was in pain and weak, and his complexion quickly turned extremely poor.

Staggering down the path, a terrifying glint flashed in Yuga's eyes... Its trembling hands shakily pulled open its robes.

At the location of the heart, a "hole" was constantly contracting.

"Is even the aura of the [Infinite Dragon God] not enough..." Yuga muttered to himself, "Or has it been too long since I last managed to hold on..."

hiss--!

A strange cry suddenly came from the place covered by the black cloth—Yoga took a deep breath, and golden wisps of smoke began to emerge from his body, frantically pouring into the "hole" in his heart.

It weakened even more, its whole body was soaked, and it was almost completely exhausted!

But the chirping became increasingly rapid, even violent!

Yuga sighed softly, silently walked to the black cloth, then cut his wrist open, lifted a corner of the black cloth, and reached inside.

The next moment, Yuga's face contorted in pain... From inside the black cloth, the sound of bones being chewed could be heard.