The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 1883

Miss Maid's Culinary Skills

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The sound of the wind suddenly grew heavier.

Actually, the sounds of thunder and wind had already begun after midnight. Now, torrential rain was pouring outside the old castle.

The rain had come out of nowhere, like a very real guest arriving in a hurry.

Even in the brightly lit banquet hall, the flashes of lightning could be clearly felt... while here, Miss Gong Linna was calmly tending to her nails.

The chess game had entered semi-automatic mode. As the Masters, they could now learn what was happening in the Chessboard World through strings of explanations that flashed by rapidly.

What kind of experience was this?

Probably the experience of playing a text-based idle game... incredibly boring.

Of course, for players who clicked with this sort of game, it might be impossible to stop. It was the kind of thing that those who liked it loved more and more, while those who disliked it never even got started.

--The world was undergoing violent upheaval.

--The warriors were about to face the nightmare of destruction.

--The plunderers would ultimately be punished.

--This was their punishment.

"Has it stopped?"

Two fingernails had yet to be trimmed. Miss Gong Linna's hands paused... She instinctively raised her head and found that Maid Miss, now her only opponent, happened to be looking at the chessboard as well.

"The chessboard's notifications have stopped." Miss Gong Linna spoke again.

"Looks like it." Maid Miss gave Miss Gong Linna a rare direct response. "...This is their punishment. That was the last notification I received."

"Same here." Miss Gong Linna froze for a moment, then her expression darkened slightly... She instinctively checked the time and realized that Chef Nelson, who had gone to prepare the food, had truly been gone for far too long. The butler who had gone

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