Trafford's Trading Club

She once again bowed ninety degrees to the master-servant pair, “Thank you!”

Boss Luo smiled and said, “Actually, I didn’t do anything… You made the decision yourself.”

The beastman girl was bright-minded. She raised her head, showing a cheerful smile, winking: “An uncle at the farm once told me that some people won’t tell you how to act, but they let you know what you should do, because just standing before you, he brings good mood… If cheerful, that means any undertaking is the start of success… Well then, goodbye, you two!”

She energetically ran off, her form gradually vanishing from the park.

…

“What a spirited young lady.” The maid chuckled softly.

She walked to the fountain ahead, looking at the coin already at the bottom, reflecting sunlight, suddenly said: “Would a vagrant fish it out?”

“How could it?” Boss Luo smiled and snapped his fingers.

From then on, no one in the park would notice the fountain.

It quietly remained there, with a 50 pence coin lying at the bottom, and no one knowing whether it was heads or tails.