Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 842: One who bestows dreams and the future (2)

In the void, a crack opened, and the wealthy Wolfgang stepped out as if strolling leisurely.

This was the coordinates of the Eternal Night Palace, the portal to the void's lost paradise where the transcendent beings resided—though the grand and imposing Eternal Night Palace stood before him, it was merely a gateway to the void's lost paradise.

Through the Eternal Night Palace, the transcendent beings could teleport to their residences—the complete void's lost paradise was formed by all the places where the transcendent beings lived.

On the vast platform, there sat a dazed middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a look of despair on his face; his hands and feet were bound by chains, with the ends of the chains fastened to enormous nails driven into the platform.

Wolfgang walked up to the man, looking down at him, and asked, "So, you’re the one who accidentally stumbled into the Eternal Night Palace and was used as bait by the Hidden Sword?"

The man... Yu Danqiang, slowly raised his head at the words. His gaze had long become murky, as if it took him a long time to realize that this seemingly wealthy guy was speaking to him.

It was no wonder Yu Danqiang's reflexes were so slow—in this place, there was no day or night, no need for food, and time seemed to stand still, losing all meaning. He didn’t even feel tired; his mind remained alert.

However, precisely because of this, after spending an indeterminate amount of time, Yu Danqiang's mental state had fallen into a precarious condition—his brain had actively made some adjustments to cope with such a situation.

He was in a daze.Oh... this void elemental demon looks like a person... wait, this is really a person!!

Yu Danqiang suddenly realized something, jolting up immediately. “Brother! Help me! I’m trapped here by a female demon! It’s too dangerous!”

Wolfgang nodded and then pointed to himself, saying slowly, “I am the companion of the female demon you just mentioned.”

Yu Danqiang... Yu Danqiang opened his mouth, feeling despair wash over him.

However, Wolfgang suddenly chuckled, patted Yu Danqiang on the shoulder, and said casually, “Just go along with it; it’s beneficial for you. So many void element demons are being consumed by the platform, if each one gives you a bit, that’s quite good.”

“What do you mean?” Yu Danqiang suddenly reached out towards Wolfgang.

But Wolfgang had no intention of engaging too much with Yu Danqiang. He swiftly took a step back, smiled without saying a word, and walked past Yu Danqiang into the Eternal Night Palace.

Transcendent beings did not have a master-servant relationship, but they did adhere to some customary agreements—such as not casually interacting too much with another transcendent being's chosen person.

“Wait! Bro, bro... bro!!”

Yu Danqiang's voice gradually faded away as Wolfgang entered the Eternal Night Palace, quickly arriving at a grand hall—a place that was informal yet filled

“Wolfgang?” The little girl frowned, seemingly surprised to see this very wealthy man. “I heard you’ve been in contact with the Queen of Hell. Have you succeeded?”

“Oh, that’s what I’ve been looking forward to today, but unfortunately, it hasn’t arrived yet,” Wolfgang shook his head. “I don’t have your luck, Miss Hidden Sword.”

That said, Wolfgang couldn't help but complain inwardly... This guy couldn’t even be considered waiting for an opportunity. A true soul just fell from the sky—talk about a complete lay win!

“What’s the matter?” Hidden Sword asked nonchalantly.

Wolfgang stated his purpose directly, “Of course, I hope you, as the gatekeeper, can open the portal for me. I have something to attend to.”

“Coordinates?” Hidden Sword asked simply and directly.

Wolfgang replied, “Can I set the coordinates myself? I’d rather not let anyone know where I’m going.”

Hidden Sword said nothing; her responsibility was to guard the Eternal Night Palace and oversee all the teleportation passages to the void’s lost paradise. In theory, all transcendent beings had the right to use the portals... Wolfgang’s request was not unusual.

Many times, transcendent beings didn’t want other transcendent beings to know about their interactions—of course, as the gatekeeper, even if Wolfgang set the coordinates himself, she would still know.

The so-called self-setting was just to prevent the next user from deducing the destination through subtle clues.

Hidden Sword waved her hand, and several sharp swords, radiating cold energy, shot up from below the cross-shaped platform. They formed a circular arrangement in front of Wolfgang, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze, with frost even spreading to Wolfgang’s feet.

“Go in,” Hidden Sword said calmly.

“Oh, the theme of the portal has changed again,” Wolfgang observed and casually remarked, “I remember the last time it was themed around thunder and fire?”

Hidden Sword simply closed her eyes slowly and quietly sat in meditation.

Wolfgang was already accustomed to such behavior. What transcendent being didn’t have some special hobbies? For example, this administrator lady particularly loved flashy effects.

Moreover, this administrator seldom talked to others, but perhaps it was this very nature that made her suitable to be appointed as the gatekeeper of this place. He stepped confidently into the icy-themed portal, quickly disappearing from sight.

Hidden Sword waved her hand, and the cold swords that formed the portal returned to the sword grave below.

Opening her eyes, Hidden Sword muttered, “This coordinate is... the Demon of the Void?”

...

In a place filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, like a paradise outside the world.

The moment the door opened, Wolfgang strolled into a courtyard filled with floral scents—before him, in a pavilion resembling a birdcage, sat a man leaning against a pillar.

The man’s fingers were pale, yet a small bird perched on the tip of his finger. As Wolfgang entered the pavilion, the man slowly turned his head.

He had medium-length, straight silver-gray hair.

A red cinnabar mole marked his forehead, and he kept his eyes tightly shut... because he was blind, unable to see anything.

A red cinnabar mole marked his forehead, and his eyes were tightly closed... He had no vision and was naturally unable to see anything.

“Noah.” Wolfgang stood with his hands behind his back and gently called the man's name. “May I borrow your gem sword?”

The man, Noah, smiled and replied, “The gem sword interferes with parallel phenomena and is prohibited from use.”

Wolfgang said, “No, no, no, it’s not that serious. I’m just trying to find someone in the main world. They’re all on this line.”

“Who are you looking for?”

“Lucifer,” Wolfgang said helplessly. “This queen has gone missing and is presumed to have entered the lost areas of the main world.”

“Since that’s the case, there’s no need to use the gem sword,” Noah said as he stood up, causing the small bird to fly away from his fingertips. “I’ll accompany you to the main world.”

"It's been decades since you've left your courtyard, hasn't it?" Wolfgang was quite surprised.

Noah replied nonchalantly, “There have been some problems with Earth Number Seven lately. The interference seems to be coming from the main world, so I plan to check it out.”

Wolfgang asked, “What kind of problems?”

Noah shook his head. “It’s still unclear... There was a sudden death incident over on Earth Number Seven, but according to the original trajectory, she shouldn’t have died.”

(Note: It might be confusing to some but remember it says Earth Number Seven, not the Main World.)

Wolfgang furrowed his brow. “She’s deviated from her fate... Could it be a transcendent being’s qualification? How could it appear on Earth Number Seven? No, if it’s a transcendent being’s qualification, how could she die?”

Noah replied, “She was just an ordinary mother who died suddenly in a car accident, along with her newborn child.”

Noah shook his head at this point. “Well... I will investigate the matter of the interference myself, but I’ll wait until I help you find Lucifer first. By the way, where did she go missing?”

“Rio,” Wolfgang admitted.

Noah slightly parted his lips, revealing a surprised expression that left Wolfgang greatly astonished. “What? Do you already know something?”

Noah shook his head and murmured, “The mother I mentioned was also in Rio... Is it a coincidence?”

“Then let’s quickly descend into the main world,” Wolfgang said as he opened the icy-themed sword gate.

But Noah shook his head, saying calmly, “Let’s use my Book of the Void to descend; it’ll be faster.”

"Who can argue with a guy like that?" Wolfgang thought. After all, he was one of the founders of the Void Lost Paradise.

...

According to the rules, former employees were not allowed to enter the research institute, even if the person had held an important position there. After all, this involved a large amount of national technology and secrets, so even someone as senior as a veteran couldn’t be easily let in.

“Dr. Franky, it’s not that I’m not letting you in, but the rules are like this...” The security guard looked helplessly at Dr. Franky, who was dressed in patient clothes, and patiently explained, “But you know you’ve been relieved of all duties. If I let you in, it will be hard for me to explain to my superiors.”

"When did I get relieved of all duties? Are you new here?" Facing the guards' obstruction, Dr. Franky couldn't help but get angry, arguing with them incessantly.

This matter quickly reached the director's ears. The director of the research institute hurried out... The people inside respected Dr. Franky quite a bit, after all, he had made indelible contributions to the aerospace industry.

However, while he had merits, he also had faults. Years ago, Dr. Franky's stubbornness led to a catastrophic disaster, causing the research institute to lose a large number of talents.

To be honest, over the years, Dr. Franky had not been well-received at the research institute—many of the current employees had friends or family who died in that disaster, and their hatred for Dr. Franky had not diminished over time.

In general, this old man was the target of exclusion.

The director, as a former classmate and friend of Dr. Franky, felt somewhat helpless. In fact, after receiving a request from Dr. Franky's son, Alfie, he even felt a sense of relief.

The director had originally thought that Dr. Franky would quietly spend the rest of his life after this, but unexpectedly, just a few days later, he actively came knocking.

“Franky... Oh, old friend, what's going on with you? You look like you've just come out of the hospital,” the director said, pushing the guards aside and frowning at Dr. Franky.

“Oh, why have you aged so much?” Dr. Franky said in surprise as he looked at his old friend, then quickly shook his head. “Never mind that. You need to let these guys let me in. What are you talking about? When was I relieved of my duties? We have a launch experiment in a few months. How could you dismiss me now?”

The director was taken aback and replied, “Old friend, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know? This was something your son asked me to do... Oh, I didn’t want to either, but who can refuse Alfie? He’s already the Minister of National Defense. When he asked me, I had no choice but to comply. Wait... what do you mean we have a launch experiment in a few months?”

“When did Alfie become the Minister of National Defense?”

The two looked at each other in astonishment.

The director scrutinized Dr. Franky again, then hesitated, saying, “Franku, you seem to be in a bit of trouble?”

Dr. Franky frowned. “I’ve thought of it! I’ve thought of it! I’m not talking to you anymore; I need to go back to the lab. I’ve figured out the key point!”

With that, Dr. Franky ignored the director and walked past him. The director was stunned for a moment, frowned, and quickly waved to the guards.

The guards understood and hurriedly followed him, grabbing Dr. Franky by the arm to prevent him from leaving.

“Let go... What are you trying to do?”

The director stepped forward and looked at Dr. Franky. “Old friend, they’re just taking you to change clothes. You’re not planning to go in like this, are you? The research institute has its own rules.”

“Oh... right, right.” Dr. Franky said, ‘realizing’ something. “Strange, why am I wearing these clothes?”

The director then instructed the guards to take Dr. Franky away, but they brought him to the reception room first, and then he picked up the phone. “... Alfie? It’s me... Yeah, Franky is here with me. His condition seems a bit concerning... Alright, I’ll wait for you to come over... Got it, I’ll keep Franku steady; don’t worry.”

...

In front of Mr. Alfie's house.

The maid, dressed in long pants, casually pressed the doorbell—she actually knew no one was inside.

However, if the master were here, he would generally ring the bell.

After the doorbell rang several times, Yōu Yè placed her hand on the door lock, gently turned it, and pushed the door open. “Sorry to bother you.”

After entering, the maid walked straight to the back garden of the apartment and then into the workshop in the backyard. Yōu Yè looked at the numerous formulas written on the walls and floor and smiled, saying, “The progress is quite fast…”