The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 833

Seventy-Seven: Appearance

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"I want..."

Dr. Feranchi only felt the entire world plunge into darkness at that instant.

Amid the darkness, a slender palm, seemingly soft and boneless, slowly reached toward him. Its lace-trimmed sleeve made it look like the stamen of a dahlia.

The hand continued drawing closer, and then a long, narrow bottle appeared out of thin air. Carrying the bottle, it kept reaching toward him, approaching from the distance.

"I want..."

A beautiful face, ethereal yet slightly pale, suddenly emerged from the darkness, as though rising from the depths of a black sea.

Dr. Feranchi felt himself completely lost in those deep blue eyes.

"I want... the future."

He suddenly heard the extraordinarily beautiful person whispering something into his ear. Dr. Feranchi could not hear it clearly... but he caught the most important information.

This was something that could fulfill his wish.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took the long, narrow bottle and tipped his head back, pouring its contents into his mouth. The taste was not bad, somewhat like milk chocolate.

"What is this..." Dr. Feranchi asked subconsciously after drinking it.

"An elixir that uses your potential as the price to greatly increase your brain-cell activity and make you more intelligent."

"I... Why do I always feel like I've seen you... somewhere..."

"It doesn't matter. You'll forget soon, then remember occasionally, then forget again... Don't worry about it."

"The price is... my soul."

"The price is your soul."

"Thank you for your patronage."

Facing the elderly Back Shadow heading toward the door, Maid Miss gave a textbook-perfect bow before tidying away the empty bottle on the table.

"Hmm? Did a customer come by?"

The speaker was Taiyinzi. Ever since becoming the "Main God" of the game world, with a long-term and stable source of income, Taiyinzi had become

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