Trafford's Trading Club

With another agonizing scream, Haru Narukami fell to the ground, motionless. Her chest was still rising and falling slightly. It was probably overstimulation that made her pass out in a coma.

“This… I’ve never encountered this kind of situation.” Mo Xiaofei took a deep breath, “For the first time, I heard her say so much, and even want to commit suicide.”

Zixing nodded and then stood up, “Anyway, at least we made Haru Narukami speak. Brother Mo, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this direction. We have been in contact with her, and we’re still fine now. Your reincarnation loop should be lifted.”

Mo Xiaofei squeezed his fist quietly. Zixing made it sound easy because she had not experienced the pain of spending the same day over and over again without a friend around her.

But no matter what, with such progress, Mo Xiaofei felt joy descended from heaven.

“Perhaps what you said is true.” He suddenly became excited. “In this case, we may succeed in finding a clue and even solve the mystery of Unripe Rice Village! By the way, Haru Narukami is in a coma. We should leave this place fast. I’m afraid that the dinner will be over soon. Master Nagato will come back here. If the day does not reset, he will know that the guard has been knocked out. I’m afraid he will… Zixing, are you okay?”

Mo Xiaofei noticed that Zixing didn’t look at him at this time, just looked at his back without saying a word. He looked back subconsciously.

At the end of this passage, something suddenly flashed past the corner where they had walked!

In silence, the thing flashed past.

It was too fast, like a ghost.

Mo Xiaofei blinked, trying to see exactly what it was, but no one was in front of him. Puff!

At this moment, Zixing fell directly beside him!

Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth and looked back again. A face that was even more terrifying than Haru Narukami appeared directly in front of him!

It was too close, as if it was stuck in front of his nose. It was pitch-black eyes without any hint of white in them.

It seemed to be smiling.

A feeling of dizziness struck. Mo Xiaofei was familiar with this feeling: Reset!

“No!”

He roared. All the pressure accumulated for a year that almost made his mind collapse ultimately struck his nerves at this moment, making him instinctively reach out with his hand resignedly, wanting to grasp this terrifying face!

“Do not…”

Finally, he fell to the ground.

Hope and despair alternate at this moment as if he had fallen from heaven to the depths of the underworld.

When he woke up again, there was a comfortable temperature around him. The sunlight was gently wrapping around Mo Xiaofei’s body. In front of his sight, a young girl carrying a basket was walking down the path with her head lowered.

Mo Xiaofei grabbed his hair, fell to his knees weakly on the road. He then punched the floor. Punch after punch as if never getting tired, even the blood that had already drenched his fist.

But, he could only relieve the feeling of powerlessness caused by the reset in this way.

“You… What’s wrong with you?”

The girl came to him and looked at him in amazement.

Mo Xiaofei slowly raised his head with his gaze running all around. He roared all of a sudden, “Leave me alone!”

The girl was so frightened that she retreated two steps back and even accidentally fell to the ground. But, she quickly got up and fled in horror.

Looking at the girl in front of him… Watching Takeko leave like this, Mo Xiaofei took a deep breath and murmured, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

After a long time, Mo Xiaofei stood up dejectedly and looked somewhere on the hillside, only to find a carriage surrounded by more than a dozen Ashigaru [1] approaching slowly.

It’s Zixing!

“She…” Mo Xiaofei gritted his teeth, “I can’t give up on myself!”

Seeing the emergence of Zixing, Mo Xiaofei once again rekindled a trace of faith!

…

Under the cherry tree.

Looking at the kimono girl Miki who was wrapped in a gray-black mist, Eric’s mouth was curved, “The quality is great. With the alternation of hope and despair, the faith can be ignited immediately after being broken repeatedly. It’s so strong. It’s rare to see such a will. It’s too rare. If I can, I want him to be my stable food supply.”

Finally, the trace of mist gradually dissipated from Miki’s body.

Miki opened her eyes slowly.

Eric smiled and said, “How do you feel?”

“I have recovered,” Miki replied softly.

Eric nodded and waved again. At this time, more gray mist gushed out from all directions, “Then get yourself full, my Miki.”

Miki closed her eyes again and let these gray mists penetrate her body, but she did not enjoy it. It was rather painful.

“Master Eric, I can hold on more. Please give me more… more…”

It’s the perfect vessel.

Eric gave a strange sly smile again, but when he saw a scar on Miki’s throat, the smile quickly disappeared.

This was the scar left after the club’s maid incurring a severe injury.

It seemed like a warning. Even though Miki’s injury had been completely cured, the scar remained. There was no way to erase it at all!

[1] Ashigaru were infantry employed by the samurai class of feudal Japan.