Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1382: Chapter 109: High-Level and Low-Level

The black butterflies were fluttering, accompanied by some tragic and sharp sounds from behind.

A black butterfly stopped on the maid’s fingertip, fluttering its wings gently… Even though it was essentially a creation of flames, it seemed vivid and lifelike.

The tragic sound had quieted down at some unknown time… The butterfly resting on the maid’s finger transformed into black flames and slowly dissipated – the black butterflies dancing around her also did the same.

You Ye slowly turned around.

The woman approached her, covered in wounds, some old, some freshly inflicted.

Some bloodstains belonged to the woman herself, and some to the man.

On the woman’s face, there was even a shocking wound… It was a bite – right on the left cheek, viciously bitten off a piece, still bleeding profusely.

The woman and the man had clearly endured an exceptionally brutal battle… The reason, no longer needed any detailed explanation.

The maid looked into the woman’s eyes and suddenly smiled, saying, “Nice eyes… Name?”

The woman slightly opened her mouth, her lips dry and wrinkled, as if dehydrated for a long time, yet the blood on her face slowly dripped down, soon moistening half of her lips, “Mei…la…”

The same dry voice.

The maid then took out a handkerchief, walked to the woman… Meila, and meticulously wiped the wound on her cheek – but she remained motionless, her gaze blankly watching everything, not instinctively evading, her body numb as she accepted it all.

“Do you want your original beauty back?” You Ye suddenly asked.

If not for this ragged appearance, and the terrifying wound on the face, she should have been a stunning beauty – after meticulous selection and cultivation over the years, the Clan Farm had not a single unattractive descendant of the Ancients.

Meila simply said, “You’re… not a vampire of the clan.”

The maid calmly said, “Is there a rule that those appearing here must be vampires… Do you regret it, or hate it greatly? If you hadn’t encountered me, perhaps… you might have escaped here, or maybe, you wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

Meila’s gaze showed a hint of struggle, shifting from emptiness to resentful persistence, then resentful fading away, leaving only indifference.

“Perhaps, even if it wasn’t you… facing similar situations later, the result would be the same, right? Already unwilling to continue staying in that falsehood… What do you want me to do?”

“It’s what you want.” The maid asked with a smile, her finger lightly touching Meila’s heart, “What do you want to do.”

“Vampires…” Meila’s eyes erupted once again with anger, “The root of all pain… Remove, forever remove!”

“I will give you the power for vengeance.” The maid waved her hand, and a cluster of black flames danced on her fingertip again.

The flame swiftly darted onto Meila’s cheek… clinging to the bitten-off wound on her cheek — she felt something flowing into her body.

“This is the seed.”

The maid expressionlessly said, “Only by consuming the soul of your revenge target can the seed continually grow bold… But if you draw nutrients from outside the revenge target, you will die instantly, can you do it.”

“Why… help me?”

Despite feeling this power flowing into her body, continuously enhancing her, she still hesitated.

“You don’t need to know this.”

The maid calmly said, “You just need to know, this is only pre-paid power… The more you use, the more you must devour. One day, when your revenge targets no longer exist, it will be your time to die.”

The woman laughed… This is entirely devilish power.

But what difference does it make?

It makes no difference anymore.

…

Still secretly observing the internal conflict of the vampires in the town, suddenly heard the sound of a door opening, the maid entered carrying elegantly brewed tea.

Seeing this, Maria was quite surprised… Master! You are a master, one of the world’s only three Masters of Secret Medicine! How could you be subdued by a man to this extent!!

She expressed that this was her duty, then went forward to help without hesitation.

Free from mundane tasks, the maid directly went to her master’s side… a scroll of goatskin appeared out of nowhere in her hands – the maid handed it to Boss Luo.

The eyes of Godly Land were sly, he glanced at it, and frowned… With whom was this trade made?

Luo Qiu wasn’t particularly surprised, the activation of the transaction wouldn’t bypass his perception.

He had given extensive authority to You Ye, although nominally still the club’s maid, she could practically have the title of assistant shop manager.

“Any special reason why you are willing?”

No need to look closely at the goatskin scroll, he already knew the content inside… He was curious only about the maid’s motive for acting. By rights, You Ye shouldn’t usually engage in such formalized transactions.

The maid softly said, “Master’s life suddenly began to drain severely… needs replenishing. Happened to find a suitable one.”

Due to the removal of certain restrictions set by the previous master, it indeed consumed a lot of Luo Qiu’s life… Boss Luo could only smile wryly, “With the fantasy world, I no longer have to worry about life… this world was designed by you personally.”

The maid softly said, “Master, maybe large-scale consumption will happen more frequently in the future, so… let’s prepare a bit more.”

Luo Qiu didn’t say anything, merely reached out to gently hold her hand.

– The above is just a mental exchange between the master and servant, they mostly communicated through eye contact.

Godly Land over there was rolling his eyes… but more concerned about the matter of the goatskin scroll in Luo Qiu’s hand.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, the Golden Dragon Fafnir was awakening at this moment.

Perceptively aware of this, Godly Land True Dragon flicked a finger over… and once again, the mighty Golden Dragon had nothing to concern himself with.

At this moment, Girl Doni, who had been meticulously following instructions not to speak, suddenly let out a terrified scream.

“Father!!”

Her face was full of terror and fear, her body seemed drained of energy, and she fell to her knees with a thud… She pressed her hands on the carpet, lifted her head, and stared numbly ahead.

Now, on Boss Luo’s screen, a huge head was occupying much of the screen, appearing in everyone’s view—lo and behold, the head of the aristocrat named Popoqi!

…

…

As this familiar face that was seen daily rolled on the ground without any warning, in the square of Farm Town, the vampires from the higher and mid-level aristocracy suddenly fell silent.

Their actions were almost unified, as if rehearsed beforehand—they all focused their gaze entirely on Lord Bazby, who was holding the Clan Authority at that moment.

Undoubtedly, it was the highest authority within the Torrido Clan, a token personally bestowed upon Bylegang Swift T. Toredo by the Clan Duke… and now, temporarily handed over to Bazby.

His first order was to immediately halt the feeding supply of all higher and mid-level aristocrats, especially the higher aristocrats… changing it to regular distribution.

How could these higher aristocrats tolerate consuming that inferior blood, devoid of injected soul… especially during this temporary stay at the Farm?

Though it was expected that some restrictions would be imposed to protect these crops from being excessively exploited, no one anticipated such extreme limitations.

Yet Bazby was merely a minor attendant beside Bylegang… He didn’t even hold the status of a higher aristocrat!

Passing the Clan Authority to Bazby is simply an insult to the clan’s power!

Even if Bylegang himself were here, he would never dare say such words to them!

Thus, the higher aristocrats gathered with their following mid-level aristocrats on this square…

Finally, amidst the gaze of many, Count Popoqi, one of the most hysterical, was unexpectedly beheaded by Bazby, who held the Clan Authority.

The blade drawn from the Clan Authority was still dripping blood at this moment.

The reason the Authority Blade could exert such control over the entire clan lies in its origin—created through a special method by the Clan Duke—each clan’s lineage could be traced back to the Duke; the clan essentially expanded from the Duke’s lineage.

They… They, and them, all bear the blood of the Torrido Clan Duke.

The Authority Blade can act directly upon the Duke’s blood—that’s why Bazby could easily behead Count Popoqi… albeit Bazby’s sudden action caught everyone off guard, but it didn’t imply any significant power disparity between them.

“Now, is there anyone else who intends to question this decision?”

Bazby was seen slowly wiping the blood off the Authority Blade, then inserting it back into the authority, looking around at the silent aristocrats and waving his hand, “It’s getting late, please return to your quarters and rest.”

He raised his cloak behind him, turned around, and led the entire patrol team out of the square.

The remaining aristocrats now looked at the headless body of Count Popoqi… a former companion, with whom everyone tacitly chose to turn a blind eye.

As if nothing had ever happened—nothing at all transpired.

They began chatting and laughing among themselves, discussing distant and irrelevant things, and gradually dispersed with their attendants.

But whether they truly regarded it as if nothing had happened, only these aristocrats themselves could know…

Once all the vampires in the square had completely dispersed, a small patrol team arrived slowly to retrieve Count Popoqi’s body—undoubtedly, this was also instructed by Bazby.

…

Not long after, in a mobile building within the town, Bazby was sitting on a single-seater sofa, looking at a file in hand—this place was temporarily cleaned and set up as an office.

“A supervisor is dead.” Bazby spoke in a low voice, casually clapping the file on the table before him, “Such an incident occurred, yet you didn’t have any clue beforehand… What has the Farm’s supervisory team been doing lately?”

The subordinates beside him couldn’t help but be terrified—Lord Bazby’s recent beheading of a higher count was still vivid…

He hurriedly explained in panic, “My lord, according to the report, Supervisor Tabine evidently committed suicide out of guilt. From his journal and suicide note, it seems he feared being discovered, and succumbed to high-intensity pressure, choosing to end his life.”

Bazby slowly raised his head, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s, “The question is, why has this supervisor’s conduct remained undiscovered until now.”

“It’s because…because…because Tabine used hallucinogenic drugs every time, and those crops he manipulated couldn’t retain memory afterward. Additionally… males entering the Farm for work undergo castration in advance, preventing them from causing any substantial harm to the crops. So…”

Bazby coldly asked again, “I’m asking once more… why until now, hasn’t anyone discovered what Tabine has been doing in Dormitory No. 7?”

This time, the subordinate suddenly understood… this superior who now holds the authority doesn’t require an explanation!

He was startled, quickly saying, “This was due to the supervisory team’s negligence! I will immediately withdraw the supervisors stationed here and enforce strict punishment…”

Seeing Bazby’s expression unchanged, the subordinate hardened his resolve and continued, “Furthermore, all members of the supervisory teams will face varying degrees of penalties… I’ll consider replacing them with a batch of new, responsible members… Also, there will be a thorough investigation of all male supervisors on the Farm to completely prevent similar incidents from happening again!”

Bazby nodded, looking at this cold sweat-drenched subordinate, and after a while said, “Now speak about the fugitive case.”

“Yes…”

The subordinate’s anxious heart finally settled, “This chaos arose due to a large number of clan members entering the Farm, creating confusion. Those individuals seized this chaos to open the cages and escape… Currently, most of the fugitives have been recaptured, only four remain at large… However, they shouldn’t have gotten far, I believe they’ll soon be caught.”

“Go do what you ought to do.” Bazby suddenly waved his hand, then said, “I’m going out for a while, don’t follow me.”

After speaking, he directly left this place—heading, it seemed, towards Dormitory No. 7 where the homicide occurred.

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