Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 851: The Devil’s Deal (2)

A cool breeze was blowing through an open-air section of the hospital.

Mr. Alfie had no idea how he was brought out and brought to this place. Throughout the process, his mind was fixated on the fact that Dr. Franky had come back to life.

Though after waking up, Dr. Franky had fallen asleep again with just another pat from the mysterious man—not dead, just asleep, unlike earlier when he was lying on the bed, cold and breathless.

A few of the "sorcerers" suddenly pushed Mr. Alfie forward.

He stumbled a few steps, only to see the mysterious figure, who called himself a messenger of God, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing out at the city's night skyline.

"I can keep Franky alive indefinitely."

Hearing this, Mr. Alfie's heart skipped a beat. The so-called messenger of God slowly turned around and calmly said, "But in return, you must become my servant."

The messenger of God slowly lifted off the ground, hovering before Mr. Alfie, displaying powers far beyond science—completely shattering Alfie's understanding of the world.

"Why... me?"

Since leaving the morgue, countless thoughts had crossed Mr. Alfie's mind—he wasn’t someone who would easily lose composure or be swayed. But resurrection from the dead was an unnatural phenomenon that had profoundly shaken him.The messenger of God said calmly, "I need to grow my god's church, and before my god's glory truly shines upon this land, I don't want any interference from this country. So I need someone who can serve my god. Dr. Franky's revival is a reward sent to you in advance by my god."

"You want me to help you... cover up all traces of your activities?" Mr. Alfie's heart raced with shock.

As the head of the country's national defense and security department, with the power to mobilize most of the nation's secret forces and intelligence, he could easily imagine how quickly a new church backed by him could rise... yet he knew nothing about the real goals of this religion.

"Do you agree?" Bucky looked down, emphasizing each word.

Suddenly, Mr. Alfie let out a bitter laugh, raising his head. "You're... actually the devil, aren't you? This is help at a price, not a blessing."

His voice was low, heard only by Bucky. Just as Bucky was about to press further with the prepared rhetoric, Mr. Alfie suddenly knelt down.

Alfie raised his head and calmly said, "I have no reason to hesitate... Messenger of God, is it? From now on, I will be your servant. But..."

Alfie stood back up, his tone serious. "But if you disappoint me, then what awaits this so-called church will be the full force of this nation's military... all of it."

The so-called messenger of God—Bucky—chuckled lightly, but inside he was terrified.

Damn it, could you stop threatening people with an entire nation's military? Although, I know you're really that powerful!

Bucky took a deep breath... The miracle promised by that maid from the club seemed to have come through.

Next, Bucky recalled the details the maid had mentioned before he left and said, "Dr. Franky's resurrection will cause a major stir in society. Mr. Alfie, I trust you know how to manage this, how to cover it up. And moving forward, there may be many more extraordinary events happening in society. I hope you'll handle them well and not let me down."

The messenger of God quietly left with his followers.

Mr. Alfie, however, remained where he was, looking up at the starry sky, murmuring to himself, "Maggie, I think I made a very foolish decision, but I couldn't refuse... and I won't refuse."

What an incredible night, truly—resurrection from the dead.

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Zzzzt, zzzzt.

A light in the hospital corridor flickered on and off, seemingly due to unstable voltage.

At that moment, a doctor in his forties suddenly stopped in front of a door and gently knocked. Shortly after, a voice from inside responded, "Who is it?"

"It's Lane, Professor Mochi," Dr. Lane said as he opened the door and walked into Professor Mochi's office.

(Note: Lane here is 莱恩. It has other English name equivalent like Lion, Ryan and Brian. Since pinyin for the name is Lái Ān, I chose Lane instead.)

Sitting in a chair, Professor Mochi curiously asked, "Is there something you need, Dr. Lane?"

Dr. Lane sat down at the desk and said seriously, "Professor Mochi, I have some questions about Dr. Franky's case. I was hoping you could clear up some doubts I have."

"Dr. Franky? What happened to him?" Professor Mochi replied with some regret, "Ah, it's such a shame about Dr. Franky… Of course, his case was unprecedented, and perhaps it’s a significant contribution to medicine. At the very least, we gained some valuable data."

Dr. Lane shook his head and stared at Professor Mochi, suddenly saying, "Professor, I’m not talking about Dr. Franky’s medical case, but something else."

With that, Dr. Lane reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a small sealed bag, placing it in front of Professor Mochi. "This pill is the special nutritional supplement you prescribed to maintain Dr. Franky’s body."

"Oh… yes, that’s correct. Is there an issue?" Professor Mochi asked calmly, looking at Dr. Lane.

Dr. Lane replied, "I had it analyzed and found several unknown elements. Moreover... the technology used to make this pill seems beyond our current capabilities, doesn't it?"

"And so?" Professor Mochi said, still composed.

Dr. Lane smirked, "Professor, I tested it on lab rats. Do you want to know what I found?"

"What did you discover?"

"It’s… poison," Dr. Lane sneered. "Though I don't know how it was synthesized, it’s clearly toxic. While it provides the body with tremendous energy, it’s certainly... illegal, isn't it?"

"And?"

Dr. Lane continued with a cold smile, "Professor, if people found out you were secretly developing harmful, illegal drugs... if Mr. Alfie knew you gave Dr. Franky this dangerous substance, what consequences do you think you'd face?"

Professor Mochi merely smiled slightly, picking up the small sealed bag with the pill inside and examining it calmly. "You must have kept some extra samples, right? Tell me, what do you want?"

Dr. Lane's eyes gleamed as he replied, "It's simple. For the next promotion, I want you to recommend me as department head. And… I want to be part of the development of this drug. I want to collaborate with you, Professor."

"A bit ambitious," Professor Mochi nodded, but then sighed in disappointment. "But is that all? It's simply... a waste of my time."

"What?" Dr. Lane was suddenly taken aback.

Professor Mochi spoke calmly, "This drug isn't meant to be used on its own; it's supposed to be paired with another potion. The only reason I prescribed it to Franky was that without it, he wouldn't have survived until now. I didn’t want my master accusing me of poor after-sales service. So…"

Under Dr. Lane's horrified gaze, Professor Mochi, the attending physician for Dr. Franky's case, slowly began to change.

The frail old man transformed into an unbelievably beautiful woman in a black dress.

She was stunning, beyond comprehension.

"So… I’m really not interested in you. Forget everything that happened tonight and destroy all the leftover pills and your experimental data."

Her voice was as clear and cold as water.

Click.

Dr. Lane, expressionless like a puppet, gently pushed open the office door and blankly walked out...

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They were, in fact, all respectable wealthy individuals, and most were part of Mr. Besong’s social circle.

Bucky needed a large number of followers, though he hadn’t explicitly explained this to Mr. Besong. However, completely engrossed in the worship of the "Great God Bucky," Mr. Besong easily inferred what he needed to do on his own.

As the first servant of the messenger of God, and the one closest to the omniscient and omnipotent God Bucky aside from the messenger, how could he not dedicate everything to spreading His glory?

Even his wife would quietly slip into the messenger’s room at night to discuss various matters, and Mr. Besong pretended not to notice.

Even if Mrs. Besong performed her "duties" to please the messenger in their room, Mr. Besong didn’t mind—in fact, he almost wished he could take her place.

(TL: Ahem, ahem. So many unescessary information Mr.Besong!)

So, of course... he forgave her!

Mr. Besong had already decided to dedicate everything he had to this cause. Therefore, offering his wife, whom he viewed as his own property, to the messenger seemed perfectly reasonable.

Mr. Besong would even carefully ask his wife afterward whether she had displeased the messenger in any way, fearing that she might have made a mistake in her service and upset the great envoy.

Mr. Besong was so devoted, eager to contribute all his power to the revival of "God Bucky."

So, when the messenger announced that he would perform a great miracle in front of the followers, Mr. Besong felt as though he had received blessings dozens of times over, filling him with strength!

A miracle!

The great messenger of God, after saving him, was about to create another miracle of life!

Mr. Besong could hardly sit still!

He immediately rushed to notify all the friends who had secretly joined the church at his persuasion, especially those who had only half-heartedly converted but had not truly accepted it yet—these were his primary targets for persuasion.

Thanks to Mr. Besong's diligent efforts in preparing outfits and being on standby, a number of “wizards” dressed believers made their appearances.

In fact, the miracle that the Messenger of God had brought a person who had been declared dead back to life did not disappoint Mr. Besong or any of the other believers present.

While arranging the positions of these believers, Mr. Besong felt an indescribable excitement as he listened to them quietly discussing the incredible events of the evening.

From their conversations, tone, and the awe that spilled out of them, he was already certain that after tonight, these people would become wholeheartedly devoted to the greatest omniscient and omnipotent God, Bucky, just like him.

Oh… and our great Messenger of God!

Mr. Besong was even contemplating whether to encourage a few more women among the believers to accept the glory of the Messenger of God.

He had noticed something: those wives who had received the Messenger's glory recently appeared to have improved their skin significantly and looked much younger, just as they had when he married them a few years ago.

Unfortunately, Mr. Besong lamented that he was not a woman; otherwise, he would have loved to participate himself and receive the glory of the Messenger… He wondered if the Messenger had any interest in coming to the back?

At that moment, Bucky, unbeknownst to Mr. Besong's thoughts, suddenly felt a chill run down his back, as if something terrifying were watching him closely.

“Messenger, the last group has been sent away. Don’t worry, I was very careful. A friend of mine who is a shareholder here and also a believer made sure no one noticed our visit,” Mr. Besong said eagerly as he approached Bucky.

Bucky felt the chill on his back intensify and suddenly shivered.

Mr. Besong immediately became concerned, asking, “Ah, Messenger, what’s wrong? Is it because performing this miracle has exhausted you?”

“I…” Bucky looked up at the night sky, appearing mysterious as he slowly said, “…need to use the restroom, excuse me.”

With that, Bucky hurriedly sought out the restroom.

Mr. Besong watched in awe as the Messenger of God ran away, exclaiming, “As expected of a divine messenger; even needing to use the restroom is done with such personality.”

…

Of course, Bucky was not actually in urgent need; he was simply looking for the maid who had guided him in founding the cult.

In the underground parking lot of the hospital, Bucky looked around anxiously, finally arriving at the elevator doors, where he waited impatiently—the elevator was already activated, and someone was descending from above.

Ding—!

As the elevator doors opened, the maid in a black dress stepped out, and she immediately spotted Bucky.

“Bucky, why are you still here? Aren’t you going back?”

Bucky quickly stepped forward, displaying a pleasing smile. “Isn’t it to report tonight’s results to you? Miss Yōu Yè, let me tell you, this time it really is…”

Unexpectedly, the maid waved her hand and said calmly, “No need. From now on, I will stop mentoring you. The future development of your cult will depend on your own efforts.”

“What?” Bucky was taken aback and quickly said, “Don’t do that! I still have many things I need to rely on you for!”

Yōu Yè suddenly looked at Bucky, causing him to break into a cold sweat. “When you started, you had nothing. Now, not only has your spiritual power surged, but you’ve also gained a fervent follower like Besong. After this miracle, your prestige among the believers is already quite high. You even managed to win over Alfie to serve you… What do you say, Bucky?”

“What about Dr. Franky?” Bucky said with concern, “I feel like even using the blessing spell won’t help much.”

Yōu Yè threw a vial at Bucky, saying, “Take this. Give Franky one tablet a week, and use the blessing spell on him every day. That will sustain his life.”

“Thank you, Miss Yōu Yè.” Bucky was overjoyed and hurriedly accepted it with both hands.

However, the maid coldly added, “There’s a fee: 200 units of faith power. Thank you for your patronage, sir. Of course, given your current development, I’ll allow you to run a tab for now.”

Bucky… the Messenger of God immediately twitched at the corner of his mouth.

So far, he had only collected about ten units of faith power. As expected, there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world!