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Trafford's Trading Club

Luo Qiu became the boss of a ‘club’ by chance. It was a weird club that sold strange items, assisted by a servant girl with 300 years of work experience. Countless people with dreams, hopes and ambitions came to the club, exchanging everything precious they owned just to fulfill their desires. They would offer their lifespan, items, and even their soul. Each successful trade would increase Luo Qiu’s lifespan by a little. “Tribute successful, your lifespan has increased by 99 years.” Thus, Luo Qiu began his endless life as the club’s boss.

White Jade of Sunset Mountain · Urban
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Wooden Swan

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: TheSloth

Nero didn't drink the cocktail that Boss Luo made himself, but ordered a glass of white beer--- which was held by an extra large glass.

She devoured the BBQ served by Ms. Maid, saying with her oily mouth, "Really, so many issues happened… no wonder Kuck lost his memory. It turns out he had been tricked by Xiang Liu. Well… it made sense and now, I can write a complete report."

Saying that, Nero threw out a dim soul light ball from the bag that was carrying souls, "How many months can you the mark you leave on this 'Prometheus' last?"

Luo Qiu said indifferently while holding this soul light ball, "About 3 months."

And then, Luo Qiu turned his hand, a dressing-case-size round plate showed up in front of Nero, "This thing can help you find its location within that three months."

She clamped up a piece of meat and moved it to her mouth---this was the last piece. Nero collected this small round pan without hesitation, then burped, "Ah… I'm full, thanks for the meal."