Trafford's Trading Club

637: Chapter 50: The Hairpin of Longing 637: Chapter 50: The Hairpin of Longing Ever since Professor Cui Fo unearthed the ancient book from that bookstore, his translation of The Book of the Dead made groundbreaking progress.

According to Professor Cui Fo’s organized translation, Wang Yuechuan temporarily understood that this book, which allows people to use magic, roughly divides into three distinct chapters.

Control, Curse, Creation.

Additionally, there is the concept of “Divine Script” mentioned in the book.

According to The Book of the Dead, all applications are based on the application of the “Divine Script”—using the correct pronunciation to recite the “Divine Script”, leveraging the effect of word spirits, to construct an entire magical process of beginning, progression, and ending.

The Book of the Dead doesn’t extensively introduce an actual tutorial on magic… it only provides the most basic explanation.

Of course, this doesn’t mean there is nothing at all—for instance, the magic that Wang Yuechuan had been attempting but failing before indeed had a tutorial.

It was later realized this was the only tutorial in the “Creation” chapter.

Yes, the only one.

The Book of the Dead is such a book; it reveals the existence of the “Divine Script” while focusing more on the thinking of using such “Divine Script”, and then it is filled with the private musings of the person who compiled this Book of the Dead… comprehensions in various aspects.

“Simply put, it shows you a formula, and then you solve various problems with this formula.”

This was Wang Yuechuan’s immediate summary after Professor Cui Fo’s lengthy explanation, which made Professor Cui Fo quite dissatisfied—yet Wang Yuechuan didn’t care about Professor Cui Fo’s feelings.

Because with the correct pronunciation of the “Divine Script,” he had indeed successfully completed the only example magic recorded in the Creation chapter, which he had consistently failed before.

It is a wonderful and incredible sense of touch—from his own eyes.

He could see the tiny doll he created using ordinary crystal powder and other materials, now standing on the coffee table in front of him, but simultaneously, he, through the doll’s eyes, could see himself sitting on the sofa.

Of course, from the doll’s perspective, the clarity was somewhat inferior, like having severe myopia.

On one hand, because his crafting skills were not perfected at beginner level, on the other, due to the low quality of the materials used.

Moreover, learning the content in the Control chapter is still needed to truly activate this palm-sized doll…

Wang Yuechuan was now mostly convinced that behind the few heinous serial killing cases he had solved in the past, the already deceased Cao Yu must have existed as the mastermind—with abilities acquired from The Book of the Dead, moving freely under surveillance cameras seemed no longer a difficult task.

The black crystal pendants worn by the criminals… Cao Yu probably wanted to obtain those materials initially, right?

Wang Yuechuan recalled when interacting with those murderers, once they lost the crystals, the criminals became agitated and emotionally uncontrollable.

But were these crystals natural, or artificially created?

While pondering secretly, Professor Cui Fo walked out from his room.

Wang Yuechuan noticed him putting on a coat and instinctively frowned, asking, “Professor, where are you going?”

Professor Cui Fo shook his head and sighed, “Encountered a difficulty in translation, want to go for a walk to relax and adjust, maybe get some inspiration.”

Wang Yuechuan nodded, not doubting it at all… even when solving cases before, if encountering an unsolvable problem, he also planned to relax a bit himself.

“Going out is fine, but…”

“Oh, right… I know.” Professor Cui Fo nodded, reluctantly pulled out The Book of the Dead from his clothes, and handed it to Wang Yuechuan.

Wang Yuechuan calmly said, “I understand the translators’ sentiments.

But I don’t want any loss on this book, so I also hope you can understand me, Professor.”

Professor Cui Fo shrugged and casually said, “I might come back late tonight, I plan to have some drinks.”

Wang Yuechuan agreed, allowing Professor Cui Fo to leave directly.

Wang Yuechuan then sat back in his original spot, placing his palm on the cover of The Book of the Dead.

Undoubtedly, he didn’t possess the knowledge to translate the Book of the Dead, but it didn’t prevent him from realizing that holding The Book of the Dead while using magic increased the success rate and made it less exhausting.

It might not be as simple as a tutorial, it might even be one of the materials for using magic itself… Wang Yuechuan believed that as a translator, Professor Cui Fo would recognize this point sooner than himself.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Yuechuan picked up The Book of the Dead, quietly opened Professor Cui Fo’s room door, and found the ancient book purchased from the bookstore and the professor’s notes on translation thoughts scattered in the notebook.

Since there was no knowledge in this area… then learn, learn as much as he could.

Wang Yuechuan was not someone who likes to rely on others, even more unwilling to transfer more control to others.

…

Just having left Wang Yuechuan’s place, while downstairs, Professor Cui Fo looked up and narrowed his eyes.

As someone capable of translating The Book of the Dead, Professor Cui Fo had his plans—for this translator, after translating The Book of the Dead, he found this book of magic was really unfriendly to the elderly.

Even if he mastered the pronunciation of “Divine Script” earlier, he could not independently complete that magic which Wang Yuechuan had finished—often failing at the very last moment, even with The Book of the Dead in hand.

Physical strength, spirit, willpower, even vitality, seem to be one of the factors for the power source of using magic… collectively known as magic power.

“Wang… you are as cautious as a lurking viper.” Professor Cui Fo suddenly gave a cold laugh, “Control, Curse, Creation… but there’s a fourth chapter, which I haven’t told you about.”

The fourth chapter—Soul.

Professor Cui Fo had no difficulty imagining that Wang Yuechuan would not always rely on it to decipher The Book of the Dead… the powers introduced in this book truly upend perceptions.

Confronted with such powerful allure, Professor Cui Fo didn’t think Wang Yuechuan could resist… no one could.

“You just go on studying my notes…”

The professor called for a taxi, went to a quiet bar, and sat alone drinking in a dim corner—translation could be done anywhere, and the book’s data had long been digitized.

Compared to coexisting with Wang Yuechuan, constantly worrying about this venomous serpent, this place allowed Professor Cui Fo’s thoughts to be clearer.

“The soul can be undying, even immortal… as long as a new vessel can be found…” the professor mumbled to himself, staring at the tablet in his hand as if possessed by magic.

At this moment, his phone suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts.

The professor frowned, but upon seeing the caller ID, he finally adjusted his mood.

“Hello, Tom.” Professor Cui Fo coolly addressed the caller by name—this was a friend of his, also a lawyer.

“Cui Fo, everything you asked me to handle has been done, just waiting for the final confirmation.” Tom spoke quickly, “But old friend, do you really want to do this?

Your wife and son strongly oppose your decision.

They said if you persist, they might go to court against you!”

“These properties are all mine personally, I can do whatever I like with them, I don’t need to worry about them,” Cui Fo said in a deep voice.

“Alright then…

all the assets, deposits, and insurances under your name that I could find for loans, I’ve processed for you…

As you said, I only approached private lenders, no matter how high the interest is, just for the maximum amount, which is approximately 5.7 million Australian Dollars.”

“Understood.” Professor Cui Fo and Tom exchanged a few brief words before hanging up the long-distance call.

Shortly after, another call came in under a different name — it was another bank manager Cui Fo knew.

“Hello, Professor Cui Fo, regarding your property mortgage, we’ve already approved it…”

Then came a call from the publisher, “Professor, are you sure you want us to permanently buy out all your copyrights?”

One call after another…

In the shortest time, this professor of respectable status had seemingly turned into an economic fraudster.

Finally, Cui Fo made a call, slowly saying, “Mr.

Liu, I think we can talk about the black diamond you have now.”

“Sure, when?”

“How about three days later?”

“Three days?

I have several buyers on hand, I’m afraid they won’t wait for you?”

“Mr.

Liu, I believe my price will certainly satisfy you, more so than any others.”

“Two days, I can only give you two days!”

“Deal.”

…

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The club.

“…On the second floor, aside from the master’s and my rooms, you may enter freely.

Also, there is a room on the second floor that is currently working; it’s best to avoid disturbing it.” The maid, Ms.

Ren, was explaining things to Da Zhe, “Additionally, the first basement is the storage and the master’s study; you can’t enter without the master’s permission.”

Da Zhe nodded, silently noting the rules here — actually, they weren’t many; besides not betraying the boss, everything else seemed rather lenient, giving the Black Soul envoy considerable freedom.

“What about the second basement?” Da Zhe curiously asked.

With a serious expression, You Ye said, “The second basement can only be entered by the master.

Any envoy, including myself, would be in danger if we even approach.

Remember that.”

“Understood.” Da Zhe still nodded, suddenly asking, “Am I supposed to greet other Black Soul envoys?”

As he said this, the maid, Ms.

Ren, had already taken Da Zhe around and brought him to the kitchen.

At this time, the maid, Ms.

Ren, was arranging foods on exquisite birdcage dishes that Da Zhe couldn’t even name; each looked like a piece of art.

“Master No.9 is currently on a mission for the master and will not be back anytime soon.

As for No.18, due to his freedom, you might see him as early as tomorrow or much later,” You Ye said calmly.

“As for Tai Yinzi upstairs, he’s quite engrossed right now; perhaps you could try calling on him.

Aside from that, envoys such as No.1, No.666, and others are on vacation…

Oh right, No.666 should be almost done with his vacation.

You’ll have the chance to meet.”

“No.666?” Da Zhe was stunned, surprised both by the Black Soul envoys reaching the number 666 and by 666’s significance — the Chinese have quite an affinity for the number 666.

You Ye picked up a tray with the dish and teapot, smiling slightly, “This number seems to have an interesting meaning here.

But in the West, it carries a different meaning…

Of course, it’s just a human-made distinction, you don’t need to mind too much.”

Da Zhe nodded and then said, “Let me help you with that?”

“No need, serving the master is my task,” You Ye said calmly, “Don’t mimic the thoughts of the one upstairs.”

Da Zhe looked at You Ye’s back, rubbing his chin, pondering over something.

But he didn’t pause long before immediately following.

When passing a hallway mirror decoration, Da Zhe instinctively glanced at his reflection— after becoming a Black Soul envoy, he returned to a youthful appearance once again.

…

“Have all the introductions been made?”

“Yes, I’ve informed him of everything.” The maid, Ms.

Ren, placed a cup of hot tea in front of the boss, “The master went out once and brought back a new Black Soul envoy…

And he is one who can use Zhan Lu.

Since the envoy using Zhan Lu a hundred years ago perished in battle, a suitable user hasn’t been found.

Is the master preparing for Penglai this time…?”

Luo Qiu only smiled, giving no answer.

He suddenly opened his palm, and a small glimmer floated out from his palm.

The glimmer rose gently, arriving in front of You Ye’s eyes, where it intertwined with her azure gaze, causing the maid, Ms.

Ren, to unconsciously say, “Such beautiful thoughts.”

“Indeed,” Luo Qiu smiled and said, “But it would be a pity to use it as a sacrifice.”

“Though the altar would likely appreciate it,” You Ye smiled and replied.

At this moment, another cluster of osmanthus blossoms appeared in Boss Luo’s other hand — they looked as if freshly picked, vibrant, and full of fragrance.

You Ye blinked her eyes.

She saw these osmanthus flowers beginning to disperse in her master’s hand, gradually transforming into a mercury-like color, forming a small, delicate hairpin.

The floating glimmer slowly merged into this hairpin, giving it a touch of a gentle hue.

Luo Qiu took the freshly made hairpin and pinned it into You Ye’s long hair, softly asking, “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she softly replied.

Please, please remain my master, forever and ever…

Can you?