Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup Editor: DesTheSloth

Balalaika.

The servant girl was preparing a cocktail with 1oz vodka, 0.5oz white Caruso and an equivalent amount of lemon juice.

In the top suite of the serviced apartments, from which the night view of Moscow can be seen, You Ye mentioned that they have made a great deal this time and it was worth a celebration.

Above Luo Qiu’s hand, the soul-light ball they have just traded for was floating.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Moscow was filled with coloured lights, just like this soul-light ball.

But it was no longer Kamala.

It was now in its original appearance. Kamala has disappeared the moment the deal was made.

“Just like an orange, after peeling off its skin, you’ll get its sweet juicy flesh … Kamala was the skin.”

Boss Luo recalled the maid’s explanation of the situation, which was said to have occurred twice before he was the boss of the club.

But in the first two times, the ultimate quality of the Angel’s soul was not as high as the one hidden in Kamala.

The maid placed the Balalaika on the small round table which Luo Qiu sat next to, “It might be due to the fact that Kamala was well separated from the Master’s soul.”

You Ye gaze was spellbound by the soul-light ball in the boss’ hands, “This time, it has clearly verified Master’s previous thoughts…”

“Thought?” It eluded Luo Qiu’s mind for a moment.

You Ye murmured as though she was recalling a memory, “If it takes time to breed fragrance, are you willing to wait?”

Luo Qiu held up the antique glass. Although he was not used to drinking vodka, he found that the mixed drink was unexpectedly good.

However, it may be because alcohol could no longer affect his body.

There were also small slices of lemon next to him. Luo Qiu then picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The sour flavour made him frown, “Well, why was the Angel’s soul in the body of an ordinary person?”

“I heard something from the former boss, but I don’t know much.” You Ye continued, “It seems that angels that commit crimes will be punished. They are then reborn in the human world. When they’ve completed their suffering here, they will be cleansed of their sins and they will be able returned to heaven.”

“Suffering in the human world…” Luo Qiu remarked unconsciously.

The maid tilted her head slightly.

Luo Qiu smiled, “There is a similar ancient folktale in our country. If immortals offended the rules in their realm, they would be banished into the human world, and after much torture, they will return to their own realm. Well, that’s what says in the storybook.”

The servant girl nodded, “Indeed, there are lots of fairy tales that were passed down in Master’s kingdom.”

Luo Qiu glanced at You Ye.

Although she did not have direct access to the ledgers in the basement, it was You Ye who took the ledgers out in the past.

This was back in a time when the former boss was still in charge– he was an old qualified otaku who seldom left his room … Well, an old qualified and handsome otaku.

Besides having to entertain guests who visited spontaneously and attending functions that he had to appear in, he had begun to stay in the club for long periods. Hence, all the debt was collected by You Ye.

The accounts recorded would naturally reminded the servant girl to collect the debt when it was about time—though, all that she could see was the content of the transaction.

So she probably didn’t know much about heaven … perhaps nothing at all.

As for the myths of the east, they were about the same.

Heaven … World of Eastern Gods …

…

“Master, is there anything on my face?”

Blinking, You Ye asked Luo Qiu while looking into his eyes.

Luo Qiu shook his head, and said softly, “I know you are conscious of your appearance, but don’t worry. I may stare at you, but it may not necessarily be because there is something on your face, it may be because I merely like to do so.”

You Ye’s eyes lit for a moment. She suddenly stood up, and said softly, “Wait a moment, my master.”

Curious about what You Ye was going to do, Luo Qiu changed his sitting posture. However, all he saw was You Ye walking into the room of his suite.

Soon after, the lights in the room darkened. Only a lamp lighted with warm colours was left at the edge.

The sound system next to the TV screen was also automatically turned on at this time. The sound of the music suddenly attracted Luo Qiu’s attention. He unconsciously grabbed the CD box that was placed on the stereo system.

He glanced at the cover.

“The Pavilion of Armide”.

This was the background music of the ballet “The Pavilion of Armide”.

Luo Qiu knew what might be the next, and, with expectations, looked towards the direction of the corridor. When the music suddenly reached the climax, the maid appeared in the hall of his suite.

In such a short time, there weren’t any available ballet costume or even pointe shoes—but it didn’t seem to be a problem for Miss Maid.

Black, silky, dressed on her body, the pajama that became thin enough to vaguely show its owner’s white skin was her dance outfit.

The black and silky dress on her body contrasted with her white skin. Her dance outfit was thin enough to become the pyjama that vaguely showed her silhouette.

On the soft white carpet, there seemed to be no need for dancing shoes.

You Ye lifted her left leg and supported her whole body with tiptoes. Her right leg was stretched behind her in a horizontal manner. Her arms were spread wide.

They were like wings, waving slowly.

Her body leaned slightly forward. Was it because of the pyjama?

A few beautiful scenes were naturally revealed before Luo Qiu.

She was spinning, leaping slightly. Her steps followed a beat, like a black swan sweeping over the sky-coloured lake.

She danced in front of her master, a dance never seen by others before.

…

…

Sssss.

It was the sound of frying eggs… Because of his physical form, the boss did not need to care about his fat intake. As such, the maid would use butter to fry eggs since it tasted better.

Luo Qiu was able to smell the aroma of breakfast. He drew open the curtains of the living room and looked at the city’s morning view. He was in a good mood.

“Master, breakfast is almost ready and so is everything for the shower.” From the kitchen came the maid’s voice.

Luo Qiu stretched his body, and turned on the television. He saw a report:

“… About midnight yesterday, the famous painting “The Nameless Maiden” at the Tretyakov Gallery was stolen…”