The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 1792

Simple Things

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Did you want this chessboard?

Nan Xiaonan already had her answer before she could even think about it—yes.

At present, nothing went smoothly for her. She had made no progress at all in deciphering the rules of subworlds, and her once-all-powerful abilities had been reduced to a few petty tricks. She even despised herself for it.

So she desperately needed some powerful tool or secret treasure to spruce herself up a little.

Otherwise, it would be far too embarrassing if word got out and her acquaintances found out.

"You want me to break your seal and let you out?" She knew exactly what this fellow who called himself Big Stone was thinking, and her tone carried a hint of disdain. "To the one sealed inside, aren't your methods of temptation a little too simple?"

"What's wrong with simple things?" Big Stone's voice rang out again. "We're born simple. Eating, drinking, and sleeping are all instincts."

Nan Xiaonan pondered. "Tell me how to obtain the chessboard first."

"Then you can leave this place." Big Stone's voice drifted up again. "Actually, from the moment I was sealed here, I had already prepared myself to never leave. If I can get out, that is my good fortune. If I can only remain here, then that is my fate."

Nan Xiaonan picked at her fingernail and said indifferently, "You want me to do something for you, yet you don't even understand that you should give me at least some guarantee... or even a deposit? You said you were prepared to remain here forever, so why did you place those Stone Tablet Fragments outside to guide people here? I don't know how you managed to place them outside despite being sealed, but surely... 'Not being able to leave is my misfortune, and only being able

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