Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

Auntie Mouse Monster showed Luo Dance the wedding photo of hers. The Little Butterfly Monster put the photo into her bag and bent her body slightly, “Sister Zijun, how are we going to go in?” Although the Little Butterfly Monster was already pint-sized, but apparently, Su Zijun was smaller than her because of half Hanba lineage.

Su Zijun took a glance at the sky. She and the Little Butterfly will only take action once it turned dark outside.

Luo Dance did not intend to come here—because Long Xiruo had told her not to approach the cram school. However, Sister Long had said nothing about the college entrance examination. So Luo Dance studied hard after work. In addition, a customer had recommended her a wonderful book named “XXX Club”

But—Let’s go. I would show you the world of adult monsters. In this way, they came to the confines of the abandoned industry zone.

“An average month’s worth of demon power condensed into a ball will be enough as the entrance fee.” Su Zijun walked toward the warehouse and said, “All the purchases here are don using demon-power balls here.”

“One-month balls for just entrance fee?” Little Butterfly stuck out her tongue. Since she learned math, she didn’t calculate by counting fingers… So she knew what the one-month average amount meant. The average volume was higher in the forest. The ratio in the city was 1 to 2.3, or it could be even higher in the polluted industry zones. That meant monsters living in the city would be paying two or three months worth of demon-power balls.

“The pricing is so high in the adult monster world…”

Su Zijun responded, “It would be definitely expensive for those absorbing moonlight purely like you.”

Little Butterfly said nothing… She knew of other ways and thought of the mantis monster who had been hunting for her… Eating other monsters was a way to improve demon power. However, the mantis monster had died and the fear of being eaten has now become a thing of the past.

But she would not have a peaceful life if she didn’t meet that boss. Little Butterfly sank into memories of the old couple giving her food and that kind boss who gave her honey.

“Here we are.” Su Zijun stood in front of an iron door. Luo Dance took a deep breath and put her hands over her lips.

“What are you doing?” Su Zijun frowned.

Luo Dance spoke with her mouth full, “Entrance fee. Sister Zijun, wait a moment, I am going to spit a two-month demon-power ball out.”

“…Why two months?”

“Mine and your entrance fee together.” Luo Dance took it for granted.

“…You are paying for my share?”

“Yes, I’ll be paying for you since you brought me here.” Little Butterfly blinked, “The auntie in the stuffed bun shop told me that a friend was priceless.”

Su Zijun was stunned.

Little Butterfly was looking at the two demon-power balls in her hands, “Nobody treats me well except Sister Long and Sister Zijun, so…” She gave one ball to Su Zijun and smiled sweetly, “So I am going to treat you well, too.”

‘Where exactly did you come from…’ Su Zijun was absent-minded while looking at the bright and small ball in her hands.

Suddenly, Su Zijun turned back in a panic, “Ridiculous! I don’t need a friend! Furthermore, swallow your ball back, I can go in without the entrance fee.” The short Miss Hanba stretched her leg out and kicked the iron door.

Bang—the door was open with an explosive noise. A boy with smoky eyes and clothes decorated with rivets came out.

“Who was kicking the door? Looking for death?” The boy’s voice was low but feminine… and a little terrifying—At least, Little Butterfly was afraid of him.

“I have kicked it more than a hundred times. So what? Ghost Baby?” Su Zijun smiled coldly.

Ghost Baby was shocked and his voice trembled, “Big Sister Zi… Zijun! Welcome… back.” He made a bow to Su Zijun.

Big Sister?

Little Butterfly was thinking quickly in mind and got what ‘Big Sister’ meant.

“No more words. Make Sun Xiaosheng come to see me now!” Su Zijun snorted.

Ghost Baby was in cold sweat, “Er… Big Sister, my boss went to a concert…”

“A concert?” Su Zijun frowned, “What’s that?”

“It seemed a band named something chariot?” Ghost Baby shook his head, “I don’t know, either…”

Su Zijun shook her head after a while, “Fine… Little girl, follow me. Help yourself and if somebody charges you money, you can just beat his head with the bottles!”

Sister Zijun… just what kind of person are you….

…

…

How should one describe this feeling?

Probably during a time when a teenager was obsessed with Germanic Chariot in his or her adolescence?

Luo Qiu and Miss. Maid came to the live concert—as well as Tai Yinzi. He wore weird clothes with an afro and would have started rocking with the audience if Luo Qiu and Miss. Maid were not here.

YO~~~

“Tai Yinzi.” Luo Qiu sighed, “Is this the concert which you would never be willing to miss?”

“Yes, master.” Tai Yinzi nodded and smiled dirtily, “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“The sounds are good, but…” Luo Qiu looked around and saw the big poster at the entrance. He sighed, “I shouldn’t have believed you.”

“What?” Tai Yinzi was shocked… with a bad feeling.

Luo Qiu shook head, “I was thinking just now did the band get an approval for holding a concert without the media knowing… I got it now.”

“What? It’s Germanic Chariot, not… That means… the band is a fake one?”

‘Let’s look at the circumstances.’ It was not a stadium for thousands of people but a small night club!

Tai Yinzi wanted to say something but failed. He was watching the poster unconsciously.

Why?

Why?

It should have been a great time, watching his favorite band and getting pardoned by his master… but how did it end up like this?

As a fan of rock, he bought the ticket with the money ‘picked up’ from people. “F*cking ticket dealer. I won’t spare you!”