Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

567
Wednesday at eight o'clock.

A passenger ship with flaming stern entered Kaiser Harbor at an unimaginable speed. The loud sound shook the houses around the harbor to the point of collapse, and candles or gas lamps were lit one by one.

Kaiser Port is a medium-sized trading port, which has now been captured by the Balam Empire and has become an officially controlled port. Naturally, the Jagged Cross and the Aurora Society also have the right to use it because of their status as helpers.Two years ago, due to the increase in passenger traffic, there was an expansion plan, but due to various reasons such as frequent cult personnel coming to hide, smuggling of people from the southern mainland, throwing dead bodies into the sea, and government corruption, it has not been able to start construction.

Now it looks like the expansion plans are finally ready to go.

Fortunately, there were no people around the port, and no casualties other than damage to the port itself were caused.

Before the port officials arrived, the flames on the smoky port trestle were automatically extinguished. With five earth-shattering bangs, five huge boxes the size of half a container fell on an empty space in the port. In the warehouse - smashed through the roof and fell.

A figure clapped its hands, jumped vigorously, and jumped from the burning ship onto the pier.

Then, a dozen or so figures swaying from side to side, with livid faces, as if they were living corpses, slowly moved onto the pier.Before they could stand still, they threw themselves on the guardrail of the pier, making earth-shattering vomit sounds into the sea.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Tony Twain stood a little further away disapprovingly, and stood upwind: "It's so fragile, ordinary people."

Amidst the sound of burning fire, the sound of the crew vomiting, and the screams of the officials who came to inspect the damage in the port, the passenger ship that brought Mr. Dawn Dantès slowly disintegrated under Zhong's multi-eyed gaze. , scrapped, burned and sank underwater.

The two officials looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Klein resisted the churning feeling in his stomach. He didn't eat at night and couldn't vomit anything, so he stood on the trestle in a daze.

With trembling hands, he took out the pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover, and the minute hand pointed to the number 5.

"Two hours...nearly [-] kilometers..."

Klein put the pocket watch back tremblingly, holding a cane like a convalescent patient on crutches.He controlled his legs with the strength of the faceless man, walked tremblingly to the edge of the bench and sat down.He felt that he desperately needed some food or water, or a place to rest without moving for a long time, or he would not be able to maintain the weather-beaten rich man and join the crew's vomiting team.

"You didn't vomit? Are you in good physical condition, or are you also an Extraordinary?"

Tony Twain asked directly, the Iron Cross has never been stingy in showing its strength in front of mortals, just like using flames to propel the ship forward, and it is more willing to throw the goods on the ship into the warehouse directly than the tower crane That way: "Okay, I've sent you and your things to the place, and I'm leaving."

I hope there are no fragile items inside... There is nothing I can do... Klein looked back at the warehouse with the collapsed roof, nodded weakly, and waved his hand.

The hunter turned around again and turned to the captain's side. The captain's expression was mournful, and the crew members would rather die than live.The hunter patted the captain on the shoulder, and first praised a few words: "Your boat is quite strong, how much did it cost?"

Then he asked again: "Do you want money compensation or give you a new boat?"

The captain, who was about to cry, had tears in his eyes. They seemed to have negotiated the price for a while, and it seemed that Tony Twain, who was self-confident, felt that the price was not in line with his image and agreed without hesitation. Klein didn't hear clearly. Flying at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, my eyes are blurry, and my ears are still buzzing, as if there are a hundred hanging secret puppets in the foggy town whispering "Honakis, Fregella" in my ears.

An official in charge of calculating losses poured Klein a cup of hot tea because he looked like a gentleman from the Northern Continent. Klein reluctantly said thank you, drank most of the tea, and finally gained the strength to stand up. .

The hunter had already left, and the captain had an extra box in his hand. His expression looked a little frightened and a little surprised. It seemed that he had given enough.

Klein smiled at the other party with difficulty, took out the wallet from his pocket with hands that were no longer trembling, took out a check and handed it over.It seemed that Tony Twain had already made up the compensation, so he only had to pay the negotiated compensation.

This painful deal was finally over, and Klein felt that he didn't want to take the boat again for at least a month.

But the goods have been delivered, and I have arrived. The next step is to let Ms. D come and take him from Kaiser Port to Behrens.

Where are these things going to be placed along the way... Do you want to hire a few cars?

If you don't mind exposing "squirming hunger", it is most convenient to put the item here and use the "traveler's door" to directly transport it to Behrens.

After roughly making a decision, Klein stood up, bid farewell to the captain and crew, walked into the city, and picked a fairly good hotel.

He played the harmonica, summoned Miss Courier, quickly wrote a note with the address and round time, and asked her to give it to Ms. D.

Then, after taking a hot bath with barely enough support, Klein fell directly into the bed and passed out.

Just as Klein fell asleep, Tony Twain arrived at the outskirts of Uttar Pradesh within a short time.

He found an open space, took out the prepared spiritual materials and candles, and performed the ceremony skillfully:

"I!"

"I summon in the name of Tony Twain."

"A spirit wandering in emptiness, a scout of war madness, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Trainor Vaughn."

Woo!
Suddenly the wind blew up, the flame of the candle turned into a faint blue color, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

A raccoon cat jumped out of the shadow in front of Tang En's eyes, and then dragged out several bound documents and a brass pendant from the shadow.

Tang En reached out to touch it, but the devil cat immediately turned into fluid and twisted it away. Tang En took out a pearl of good quality, Riel reluctantly came over to let him touch two, and stretched out his claws to pull the pearl into his shadow inside.

"Have you brought items from the 'Singer' pathway?"

"Brought it."

The surrounding candles gradually returned to their original brightness. Tang En simply squatted on the ground and scribbled through the relevant information, then picked up the round brass pendant that looked like a compass, and nodded confidently:

"I know what to do."

Riel nodded, and suddenly asked: "Didn't you say you brought some funds from Intis? Where are the funds? I might as well bring them back together and save you a pearl for the sake of acquaintances." .”

"Oh. I brought a lot. I spent some money when I came here." Tang En took out a wallet, "This is gold and checks exchanged by General Bank. It is about 30 Filkin, and it will almost cost Inti The home of the Sri Lankan headquarters was emptied."

Ruier picked the wallet for a while, and frowned: "30 Filkin is only more than 20 gold pounds, don't even try to play word games, the allocation we wanted was 30 gold pounds, and there is still [-] to go." Where is it?"

"In a hurry, a small passenger ship was scrapped."

Riel looked at him with complicated eyes, and then put away the wallet: "Although I really want to see you unlucky, but I have to do a lot of things after you die. I will keep it secret for you for the time being. You can think of ways Get some money and fill this hole."

"It's easy to say." Once the money becomes an astronomical figure, it will make people numb. Anyway, Tang En doesn't take it seriously at all, "The Southern Continent army should be very rich, I'll go there for a while and bring you pearls later. "

"Row."

In Uttar Pradesh, in the mansion of Mesangyes, the demigod Lunburg who was hiding there suddenly shuddered.

"Something bad is going to happen."

The prophet wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and said with a sense of melancholy: "The prophecy shows that I am about to face a moderate crisis, but the contact person from the Church of Death has not come yet..."

While he was hesitating, the sun suddenly burst out of the window.

568
"How long are you going to stay with me?"

"Where else can I go?"

"That's right." Edward nodded, "We are all evil gods, and we can't go to the Northern Continent. We can only stay in the Southern Continent, where the sky is high and the gods are far away, and I will monitor each other here to pass the time."

He changed the subject: "But to be honest, I always feel that you are more than just staying here. As one of the true gods of the omniscient and omnipotent five paths, your aggregation ability should be very powerful. If you don't move for a long time, Who should be hinting at your position."

"Who is it, I really can't think of it at all."

The real creator snorted secretly: "If he still knows himself, he should come here by himself."

"I think so too. Under such circumstances, if He is still thinking about some ritual of becoming a god, it would be a little disrespectful to you." Edward held his chin, "Then what do you think He should be doing now? What is it? His feet?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

The true Creator replied blankly: "I have something to ask you. Today is the 23rd, and there is less than a week before the end of June. Why haven't you gone to the southeast coast of the Loen Kingdom?"

"I'm waiting for the branch of fate to arrive."

Edward flipped through a book in his hand boredly. There were two striking English words "Bible" on the cover: "You are curious, and I am also curious about why I appear there. There must be something that attracts me."

The True Creator asked a perennial question: "Is it possible that you were not the cause of the event you prophesied?"

Edward flipped back a few pages in the book, seeming to be looking for something consciously:
"I'm thinking about that too."

"But I feel that no matter which demon did it, it would be impossible without my participation."

The devil suddenly frowned, feeling that something was wrong, after a while, he whispered with a strange expression:
"Looks like there's actually a guy that wasn't involved with me...I don't even know what the hell he's been tainted with."

"Who?"

"This matter is complicated, and I don't remember the details. Anyway, it has something to do with Al Suhod's pen." Edward pondered, "Is the Al Suhod's pen tired of playing with the current holder? Make a big wave and replace someone to entrap, or simply attract that person?"

Hearing "The Pen of Al Suhod", that is, 0-08, the True Creator understood a little bit.

It was a deal between Adam and the Goddess of the Night. Adam arranged for the life of Azik Eggers, the backhand of Death's resurrection, to make him feel nostalgic for ordinary life and ordinary feelings, suppress his instincts, prevent Death from reviving, and use him to confirm " Artificial Death" position.And the Goddess of the Night gave 0-08 to Adam as a price, so that he could gather all the conditions to become a god. Otherwise, how could a defected bishop of Sequence 5 leave the heavily guarded basement of the Cathedral of the Church of Evernight with a level 0 sealed item.

Not only Edward Vaughn is very familiar with this matter, but also the real creator, because his divine descent in Tingen was driven by 0-08 to take advantage of the coincidence, so that the divine descent ceremony that was doomed to end in failure With a slight chance of success.

"Al Suhod's pen will definitely attract him at a certain stage." The real creator said, "The bishop has been on the run for almost four years, and it may be almost time."

"0-08 can do whatever he wants, but why is he polluted by the devil, and he wants to hint at me?" Edward couldn't help but said, "Isn't this too obvious? Why don't he just send me an invitation to let me go?" Take a trip."

"you want to go?"

"Depending on the situation, I don't think there is anything good about Adam looking for me. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Edward said sincerely: "I feel that I really can't integrate into you. It's hard for me to imagine that I spent hundreds or even thousands of years in the game just to become a god or become an old man. The first one I was from birth to It took hundreds of years to become a god, and then I snatched a source of quality during the roaming."

Become a dual-path true god and then obtain the source quality?The real creator recalled the best methods that have become the old days, and had to feel that the concepts and thinking of the gods in the starry sky were completely opposite to the existing concepts of the earth. He asked casually:
"Has this order affected your strength?"

Edward gave Him a strange look: "No. It's extremely lucky to be able to snatch it and live enough to accommodate it. You still have time to pick and choose different control methods? You earth gods really have resources and leisure."

The true Creator pretended not to hear: "Then is it convenient to tell me about the form and composition of your source essence?"

"Are you taking me as a sample? Well, I'm also curious about the way your source quality exists—since the 'River of Eternal Darkness' can be 'drawn', can the 'Chaos Sea' be scooped up as well?" ? Can 'Origin Castle' pry a brick down? Are 'City of Disaster' and 'Nation of Disorder' really alive, or are life eroded by source quality inhabitable?"

Edward laughed: "The 'rootless sea of ​​flowers' will continue to erode outwards, so as to gain entities and affect the real world. Its symbolic meaning is 'everything will eventually perish', so the sea of ​​flowers will never end and will always spread forward , there will be no boundaries."

"And after it was torn—"

Edward stretched out his hand and gestured: "The symbolic meaning itself was destroyed, the sea of ​​flowers was torn apart, and the edges appeared. Then my activities as a symbol and incarnation stopped, and stopped outside the earth."

At the heart of the Old One is the Primitive, and the Primitive also affects the symbols of the Old One.

He was supposed to be "the final journey of all things".

"That is to say, because of your special nature, you cannot leave until the source quality is replenished."

"Yes."

Edward didn't sigh sadly, and said with a smile: "This reminds me of a story from the old era."

"The devil was locked in a bottle. For the first 100 years, he said, whoever can let me out, I will give him glory and wealth."

"For the second 100 years, he said, whoever can let me out, I will make him pope."

"But no one came. In the end, he said, I will kill whoever comes first to let me out."

The true Creator looks upon Him.

"In the first era, I said, as long as I can get back the source quality, I will leave here."

"In the second era, I said, as long as I can get back the source quality, I will leave here."

"The third era, the fourth era, I have always thought so."

"Until now." The real creator said, "the fifth era, this era conforms to your criteria and instincts, so you start to act consciously and purposefully, as long as you destroy this planet, you can take back the source and leave. "

"That's right." Edward replied with a smile, "Don't think I'm bullying you... Except for the primitive world that is restricted by resources and the environment, I have never seen a civilization that has developed for five epochs and dared to call itself Novice Village. what?"

"And if this is really your limit, then there is really no need to exist."

……

On Thursday morning, when Klein woke up, he felt that his life had been extended.

He got up yawning, and while washing, the messenger Reinette Tinekerr appeared, bringing Ms. D's reply.

"Nine o'clock in the morning..."

Klein looked up at the clock, and there was still plenty of time.He gave the courier gold coins, and then washed up step by step. After finishing breakfast and returning the house, he came to the warehouse that was smashed through the roof and pulled the cordon.

He walked into the shadows, transformed into Mr. X, and waited for a few minutes.

A "traveler's door" suddenly opened not far away, and Ms. D, dressed in casual clothes and without any jewelry, appeared in the alley.

Ms. D was wearing sunglasses, covering her too obvious eyes, and raised her skirt to Klein: "Good morning, Mr. X. Our cooperation is officially starting now."

Klein nodded.

"According to the plan, we should appear in Port Behrens or a nearby port, but since we are here, I need to re-plan the route."

She looked at the warehouse that had been smashed through the roof, first she felt a moment of astonishment, then she understood, and suppressed a slightly impolite smile.

Fifteen hours across the Sea of ​​Madness, from Disi Bay to the Southern Continent, did Mr. X meet His Excellency Tang En?

TBC
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