Trafford's Trading Club

678: Chapter 91: Gift 678: Chapter 91: Gift Although Christmas Eve and Christmas are imported holidays, in today’s era of mutual cultural intrusion between the East and the West, most young people in the East treat these Western holidays almost as traditional ones.

Of course, it’s all about making plans!

All major hotels have been fully booked in advance, and tickets for major theater chains have also sold out.

The evening of Christmas Eve hasn’t even arrived yet, and most of the new generation has lost interest in work.

Staring at the clock on the wall, coupled with the weekend holiday tomorrow, they believe the accumulated workplace stress of the week can be well released. “Stop dreaming!

Even when Christmas comes, you can’t change the fact that you’re single dogs!

Get back to work overtime!”

In the newspaper office where Subeditor Ren Ziling works, the boss stood at the door with hands on hips, yelling at the group of unfocused employees.

As a bystander, Lizi didn’t feel pressured by this kind of accusation towards single dogs and was diligently devouring a new flavor of potato chips.

But next to her, Subeditor Ren Ziling had a worried look, sighing like a woman trapped in a mansion deep in thoughts, watching autumn leaves fall.

For a moment, Lizi felt as if she saw a concubine from a landlord’s family during the Meiji Restoration era, leaning on a balcony in a kimono, deep in sorrowful thoughts. “Sister Ren, what’s wrong with you?” “I’m going to die…” Ren Ziling lay down on the desk, displaying the look of a defeated dog, unable to turn back, looking at Lizi in despair, “This month’s performance is poor, I still have three drafts unfinished, the column is not written… and I still have to write a public account post tonight…” “But Sister Ren, isn’t working overtime your usual way of life?”

The sound of potato chips breaking in Lizi’s mouth seemed like the sound of Ren Ziling’s glass heart shattering.

She weakly opened an eye, “Luo Qiu asked me to have dinner tonight, said it’s rare to celebrate a holiday, and there’s You Ye… which I postponed.

Because of this damn overtime…”

Lizi blinked, “I’m still here with you, right?” “Not into girls, thanks.” “Want some chips?” Lizi blinked again, a bit reluctant, but still took out a piece of chips and fed it over.

Ren Ziling opened her mouth and crunched away.

Lizi giggled, “Time to get to work!” “Let me…” Ren Ziling said seriously, “Let me indulge myself a little longer.”

Clearly, she’s in the terminal stage of laziness and has long given up on treatment. … …

Zi Xing’s original clothing was a bit strange, like some ethnic costume, which would inevitably attract curious glances when going out.

Considering this, Zhuifeng suggested a change of attire.

But the only clothes he could currently find were ones he had worn himself— as for buying new ones?

Sorry, the human world doesn’t hire child labor, no job, three meals a day basically rely on hunting or freeloading at Cheese’s house.

Zhuifeng searched the entire “home” and only found a few coins.

Of course, monsters have another quick way to get money—by exchanging demon-power balls, which they condense from their own energy, at Elysium Pub.

But although Elysium Pub offers this service, for monsters, demonic power is fundamental, so naturally, not many monsters are willing to use this service—spending in bars is already quite costly, and exchanging for human world money would be foolish, right? “I-I’m sorry, this is all I could find for now…” Zhuifeng stammered at Zi Xing, who was already dressed in his clothes, “But rest assured, I washed them very clean!

Three times!

Washed them three times!” “Give me your hat for a moment.” Zi Xing chuckled softly, reached over to take off Zhuifeng’s hat, and then put it on her head, just enough to hide her currently unhideable long ears.

Seeing Zi Xing not only wearing his hat and clothes but even his undergarments, Zhuifeng felt a dryness in his throat.

Should he… not wash these clothes after changing out of them? “Zhuifeng, Zhuifeng?” Zi Xing suddenly called softly. “I wasn’t daydreaming…” Zhuifeng snapped back, “Huh?

What did you say just now?

I didn’t hear clearly…”

Zi Xing smiled, “I said, I’m not familiar with this city.

Where do you plan to take me?”

Zhuifeng reflexively asked, “Wherever you want to go, I can take you.

There’s nowhere I don’t know here.” “Then… let’s go there.” Zi Xing thought for a moment and pointed to a building in the city center.

It was the tallest building in the city, right at the very center.

Zhuifeng was stunned, not understanding what Zi Xing intended to do there, but he didn’t ask much, agreeing readily. “Okay.” Zhuifeng nodded, “But it’s broad daylight now, let’s go the human way!

I’ll drive you there!” “Drive?” Zi Xing was slightly surprised.

Zhuifeng then pushed out a half-old bicycle.

She slightly opened her mouth, ultimately not saying anything, just smiling, “Then let’s go.”

She didn’t really agree to go for a walk with Zhuifeng; it’s just that since she suffered a severe injury that day, several days had passed, and she had recovered some energy for action and naturally needed to find out about her subordinates’ whereabouts.

That day, two Warriors of the Wolf Clan were suddenly killed by that human white-haired woman, which forced the remaining two warriors’ vitality to be significantly drained during the use of the secret technique, Greedy Wolf Descending.

Although she retained some energy, those two remaining warriors were likely gravely injured as well.

It’s just that she didn’t know whether these two warriors were currently seeking a place to heal or were also searching for the Purple Star Young Master… which was why she accepted Zhuifeng’s invitation.

As for going to the city’s highest point, it was for other plans… but it needed to wait until midnight.

Since Zhuifeng knew Master Long… should she also use this opportunity to pay a visit to Master Long?

Zi Xing thought to herself, but then quickly dismissed the idea.

The Wolf Clan is proud, let alone the rightful clan, the Greedy Wolf Clan?

Not only had a human woman taken the secret treasure, but she, as the young master, was severely injured, regressed in form, all of which disgraced the name of Greedy Wolf.

If this got out, she would be a sinner in the clan.

Thinking as such, Zi Xing followed Zhuifeng, all the way down from the rooftop of the building where they stayed.

Naturally, Zhuifeng carried the bicycle down all the way as well.

Zi Xing didn’t think much, just sat sideways on the back of the bicycle, contemplating future actions, subconsciously using her right hand to hold Zhuifeng’s waist and leaning slightly closer.

However, Zhuifeng’s body suddenly stiffened, and Zi Xing curiously asked, “Why aren’t we moving?” “Alright…alright!” … …

Ever since Professor Cui Fo suggested using that secret technique to enhance Magic Power, both Wang Yuechuan and himself could see a significant daily increase in their magic power.

The increase in magic power allows greater use of magic by referring to the content of The Book of the Dead, a naturally joyous event for these two who have just come into contact with this power.

The two of them are immersed in the development of a new field all day long, feeling somewhat unaware of the passage of time in the world. “King… there are no longer any mass graves around.” Professor Cui Fo was pacing with his hands behind his back in the apartment at this time, “Without the transformation of a large number of spirits, our practice speed will return to the previous slow pace.”

If it can be fast, it would not be slow, one would think anyone would react this way.

Wang Yuechuan nodded after hearing this, pondering for a moment before asking, “Professor, do you have any good suggestions?” “That ritual requires a large number of spirits.” Professor Cui Fo quickly said, “Casually, the mass graves we used these past few days worked well, but in fact, the number of spirits obtained was not much.

According to the description in The Book of the Dead, the longer after death, the worse the quality of spirits.

And these mass graves are quite old, actually not in the best state…

I suggest we may quietly go to the city’s cemetery.”

Wang Yuechuan shook his head and said, “Professor, in our country, cremation is practiced, though there are cemeteries, most of them are empty.

According to The Book of the Dead, a person dies and becomes a solitary spirit, but it must be lodged in a body as a vessel for a while before it can detach.

The situation at the cemetery may not be the best choice.”

Professor Cui Fo slapped his forehead, nodded and said, “I overlooked this indeed.

In my country, bodies are sent to burial grounds…

Hmm, Wang, why don’t we go abroad before the New Year?”

Wang Yuechuan was silent for a while, then shook his head, “My identity now makes it inconvenient to go abroad… but that doesn’t mean I can’t ever go, I need some time to prepare.

As for improving magic power, if there’s really no way, let it slow down, which is just as well for consolidation.”

Obviously, Professor Cui Fo was unwilling to do so-called consolidation, in his view, the human body as a container for magic power holds endless potential.

Under such vast capacity, naturally, the more magic power increased, the better.

In Wang Yuechuan’s view, this seemed more conservative.

He shook his head, and suddenly suggested, “There’s another place, where there should be quite a few spirits, and absolutely fresh ones, even easier for you to reach.”

Wang Yuechuan frowned, “You mean… the morgue at the police station?”

Professor Cui Fo nodded, his eyes heated, “The Book of the Dead mentions, the more intense emotions of hatred, unwillingness, despair, etc., generated while alive, the stronger the spirit after death.

The most suitable are those who died unjustly… such dead, I think there are certainly many in that place.”

Indeed, the bodies stored in that morgue basically did not die naturally, and some even remained unclaimed for a long time.

Using the words of the personnel on duty there, the grievances in the morgue are extremely heavy, many internally assigned to guard the morgue reportedly have unsightly complexions, some even develop illnesses upon retirement…

If it is due to spirits disturbance, then this trip could not only enhance magic power but also solve this so-called ‘grievance’, benefiting the clerical police officers in the morgue by exempting them from spirits erosion, truly a win-win situation.

Wang Yuechuan did not think too long before nodding.

Just, at the morgue, it is necessary to use the crystal box to set up the array for the ritual, which is quite a hassle…

But considering the current magic power just happens to be able to deploy some magic mentioned in The Book of the Dead remotely, perhaps it just fits for experimentation.

If successful, then when Cao Yu could blatantly take things from the evidence room without being seen… also becomes understandable. “Wang?” “Nothing.” Wang Yuechuan shook his head slightly, “I was just thinking of some minor things…

I have no problem entering the morgue with my authority, even bringing you along.

But, Professor, are you sure you want to go today?” “Why not?” Professor Cui Fo smiled slightly.

Wang Yuechuan shrugged, saying indifferently, “Today is Christmas Eve, for you people, isn’t it the most important festival?”

For Cui Fo, this is equivalent to the traditional Spring Festival for Wang Yuechuan – hence, even knowing this place can enhance magic power, Wang Yuechuan would not disturb such an auspicious occasion on such a traditional festival.

It’s not due to superstition, just a bit of respect for tradition – moreover, that place won’t run away, and no one else will utilize it, naturally there’s no rush.

Professor Cui Fo, however, also laughed calmly, waving his hand, “Wang, ever since obtaining The Book of the Dead, you and I are no longer ordinary people.

We are transcendent beings, and such festivals hold no significance for us?

Enhancing magic power is far more meaningful.” “Then… suit yourself.” Wang Yuechuan nodded, “I’ll change clothes and then head out.”

Once Wang Yuechuan entered the room, Professor Cui Fo coldly smiled…

He had accumulated enough magic power to activate a certain spell hidden in The Book of the Dead.

As for Wang Yuechuan, through these few enhancements in magic power, his trust had clearly increased a lot… vigilance had also not been as intense. “Such an important day as Christmas… how could I miss it?” Professor Cui Fo muttered with a sinister smile, “I’ve even prepared quite a nice Christmas gift for myself.” …

Since the mission failure was reported on the 18th, letting Da Zhe play on his own, Da Zhe had not seen the 18th…

Of course, he could vaguely sense the position of the 18th, just estimating that the elder sister probably only spent a day, should be unwilling to see people so simply returned to the club.

Luo Qiu did not seem displeased at all about this mission failure…

In Da Zhe’s view, Luo Qiu and the young man he met in Luo Jia Village have yet to differ.

Although now they are in a master-servant relationship. “Christmas Eve, huh?

I never really celebrate it.”

Luo Boss was in the study tinkering with something unknown.

At this moment, the maid and Da Zhe were having tea, chatting about the western world’s traditional festivals, Da Zhe shook his head, “Didn’t the boss tell you?

For nearly ten years now, I’ve mostly been in prison.

Besides adding some dishes during Mid-Autumn Festival or Spring Festival, what’s there to celebrate?

Not to mention Christmas.

Speaking of which, You Ye should be a foreigner, right?

How do you guys celebrate?”

Da Zhe curiously looked at the maid.

Though she was drinking tea, as the owner’s exclusive maiden, Ms.

You Ye remained standing throughout, holding a delicate teapot. “Actually, there’s almost no celebration over there either.” You Ye smiled, “In Russia, New Year’s Eve is celebrated.

There’s also Christmas, but it’s different from the traditional December 25th.”

Da Zhe found it quite interesting, “That’s so strange, care to tell more?” “There’s a so-called Red-clad Santa Claus for Christmas, and in Russia, there’s a similar figure.” You Ye recalled, “But it’s called Red-clad Grandfather Frost, and there’s also Snow Maiden as an assistant, giving out gifts together.

Hmm… as for Christmas trees, they have a different name, called New Year’s trees.”

Listening to some cultural differences, Da Zhe suddenly asked out of curiosity, “Since there’s no celebration, why were you so attentive when decorating, seemed quite expecting?”

Ms.

You Ye softly said, “Because this is Ye’s first Christmas Eve accompanying the master.”

Dammit… stuffed with dog food unwittingly.

Da Zhe silently shook his head… feeling it might be more appropriate to go out wandering. “What joyful things are being discussed?” Luo Qiu’s voice suddenly came, he walked out slowly, but was holding many boxes of various sizes.

These boxes were beautifully wrapped, inevitably sparking anticipation.

The maid stepped forward quickly to help Luo Qiu share the load. “Nothing much, just casual chat.” Da Zhe shook his head, also lent a hand, then asked, “Boss, what are these gifts for?”

Luo Qiu said softly, “Of course, to be given to my customers.”

Da Zhe froze, instinctively said, “So many?”

Luo Qiu smiled, “Yes, unknowingly, there’s already so many.”