The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 2105

The Death of a Saint

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People who had been jolted awake from their dreams all over the streets were staring in shock, fear... and even despair as they collapsed to the ground.

Mournful cries could be heard everywhere.

Even the patrol cars driven by the lords of the Public Security Department had ground to a halt in the streets.

The people of City of Freedom gazed blankly up at the sky.

The Saintess statue in the square had shattered. Its enormous head had been smashed to pieces on the ground, and it no longer radiated any light.

But this was only the beginning.

For soon, they would discover something even more terrifying. They would go to Freedom Square, to the shattered Saintess statue, and then they would discover the source of their despair.

A woman's corpse, nailed to a blood-red cross.

The corpse of the Saintess of City of Freedom.

In the enormous square stood a bright-red cross nearly ten meters high.

At the top of the cross was a woman wearing a black evening gown... Her palms and feet had all been nailed firmly in place.

A longsword had even been thrust into the woman's chest.

Her blood slowly trickled down from the cross.

Freedom Square was now surrounded by a vast and eerie silence. The despairing faces of the people were consequently seen by even more people through the screens.

"Is that... the Saintess of City of Freedom?" In the lobby of Rose Mansion, Miss Nan could not help opening her mouth in astonishment as she watched the old television. "Wasn't she the substitute Heaven found for Miss You Ye? How could she suddenly..."

But Miss Nan quickly shut her mouth. Seeing Maid Miss's smiling gaze, she knew that she had misspoken in her moment of panic.

"The Saintess is clearly

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