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

602

Silver City.

Everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the sky.

The darkness dissipated like mist.

Lightning, only the rumble of thunder.

Only the golden warm radiance spread from the western sky, and the haze and darkness of the entire world were swept away at this moment.

Under the illumination of this refreshing temperature, the world seemed to have returned to the mythical era thousands of years ago. The sun's rays fell on the Promised Land of the Lord, and everything that should not exist under the Lord's eyes began to fade away. The monsters wailed and the shadows retreated into the distance, the whispers in the deserted place and the floating shadows gradually disappeared, the vision from the void in the wasteland, and the life-threatening dream floating in the air somewhere ended.

Outside a crowded town in the wilderness, the giant wolf wandering there suddenly raised its head.

The black curtain-like thing covering His body suddenly expanded and fell, covering up everything around him.

"...Is this a dream?" Derrick Berg couldn't help but murmured in his sleep.

He felt great will and warmth in this light. Derrick pinched his face hard, tears silently sliding down his cheeks.

"It's not a dream..."

He cried and laughed, his expression even more twisted and ugly than when he suffered the most serious injury.

Not far outside Silver City, the old Angel of the Holy Word stopped in the sun. He pursed his lips, slowly knelt down, and bowed to the ground.

Its daybreak.

…

Edward turned to the thirteenth circle in the small conference room. Suddenly, he nodded with enlightenment, and then forcefully patted the true creator on the shoulder:

"I suddenly feel like you have a misunderstanding."

The real creator, who was thinking about how to issue an oracle to his subordinates to gradually reveal the "extraordinary secret", was interrupted and turned his head:

"What?"

"Actually, you don't need to support Eternal Darkness at all?" Edward spread his hands, "Aren't you planning to use the Pillar as your main combat force anyway? If you succeed, you still want to support the old days and do something to 'salvation' again. rose'?"

"Now that I think about it, I still don't understand why you have to choose a slightly better one among all the terrible alternatives. In the past, you were able to dominate the earth, but in the end, it is just the bottom line for participating in the war. . What’s more, it’s far from the end of this universe, and the fourth pillar of strategic deterrence that your earth wants cannot be spelled out..."

"Why don't you just pretend to support whomever you want, and let them continue to confront each other like this?"

"This may be the best answer for the earth."

…

In the evening, in Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

"Another murder occurred in the East District. The victim was suspected of being tortured before his death..." Audrey, who had finished her dinner, casually flipped through the Backlund Evening News in the living room.

The evening newspaper in Audrey's hand was an old edition that had not yet published the Fusac Empire's war announcement and military activities on the border a few hours ago. The newly printed edition was put away by the count and his wife, and they were not going to show it to their youngest daughter for the time being.

Hearing his daughter whispering to herself, Earl Hall shook his head and sighed:

"This is not news in the East End, statistics show that people are dying there every day, more than one."

The countess reached out her hand and gently stroked her daughter's smooth blond hair:

"Dear Audrey, were you frightened by what happened this morning? It's really scary when those people go crazy. We will never hire servants from the Southern Continent again in the future."

"No, Mom, I'm okay."

Audrey forced a smile, although she was indeed not in a good mood.

On the one hand, her reason told her that she could not agree with her mother's answer. People in the Southern Continent did not have original sin because of their blood. On the other hand, she could not refuse her mother's proposal. She was indeed afraid of what happened today. When passing other servants with Southern Continent ancestry, they all felt a little bit nervous and uneasy.

Although, the other party is often more uneasy than her.

Her extraordinary abilities and the extraordinary items she carried with her meant that she didn't need to worry about her own life, but Audrey was a little afraid of the fierce eyes of the mixed-race girl - of course she knew that people from the Southern Continent didn't like the Northern Continent. Audrey has read many related books, understood part of the history, and feels that it is acceptable to not be liked in the Northern Continent.

However, once this sharp hatred appeared directly in front of her, Audrey inevitably felt a little aggrieved. Why did the other party have such deep hatred for her? Reasonably, she did not abuse the maid, nor did she ride a horse and sweep the village where the mixed-race maid's grandparents lived with a gun. Since she began to understand the history of the Southern Continent, Audrey has encountered many setbacks and disappointments, but what makes her feel most helpless and aggrieved is at this moment - she has not felt sorry for her at all, can this hatred be transferred to her?

She had too many questions to ask, but the girl no longer knew how to answer her questions.

The mixed-race girl lived alone in Backlund and worked as a street girl and a textile worker. She claimed to believe in the goddess of the night. Audrey did not tell her family that she attempted to murder herself twice, only that she committed suicide after killing the maid who bullied her.

No family members bought a cemetery for her. She should have been cremated and sent to a charity cemetery by now.

Audrey didn't pay much attention to the murder cases in the newspaper. She had seen more murder cases today than in the past ten years combined. It was as if there was a breath stuck in her chest, making her not want to think about anything or do anything now.

I just want to throw myself on my bed in an ignominy manner, bury my face in the soft pillow, and give up thinking.

But she didn't want to make her family sad, so Audrey hid her tired side and used her "audience" ability to maintain her former self. After chatting with her father, mother, and brother for a while, she took the golden retriever Susie with her. , returned to his room.

Audrey closed the door, suppressed her irritability, took off her shoes, and threw herself on her bed.

There was a tranquil scent of incense on the smooth and soft quilt, and Audrey gradually calmed down again. Susie circled the bed twice, and put her two front paws on the edge of Audrey's bed:

"Audrey, are you feeling better?"

"A little better."

Audrey put her arms on the bed, stood up, and held her chin: "Susie, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Susie moved towards Audrey, wagging her tail slowly: "For what happened today?"

"Yes."

Audrey sighed softly: "Until just now, I was thinking that it was not me who did these things. She should not accuse me or try to kill me - but I suddenly thought that if It’s not me here, it’s Alfred, or Alfred and I are both here, what will I do after she makes the accusation?”

The answer is that I will do nothing and just watch like a spectator while Alfred subdues the other person. In the morning when her mood was leaning toward malevolence, if she was emotional, Alfred would probably...

Her brother must have been an extraordinary person, and it couldn't be easier to deal with an ordinary person.

The splash of blood appeared in her mind, and the sound of gunshots lingered in her ears.

As a psychiatrist, she knew this was a psychological trauma, but she didn't want to get rid of it in such a hurry.

"Susie, my goal in becoming a Beyonder is to protect my parents, my brother, and them..."

Audrey pinched both sides of her cheeks with her hands, constantly giving herself psychological comfort, trying to stay calm and not letting her emotions slip into sadness: "What should I do if this happens again in the future? "

I want to protect my family, that's a given.

But the education I received and the books I read all told me that pity for the poor is a virtue of the rich, and caring for the weak is a matter of course for those in high positions. The natural nobility of nobles comes not only from money and status, but also from what they have received. educate.

I can't turn a blind eye to those accusations, but I can't even turn a blind eye to my own family...

"...I don't know, Audrey."

Susie spoke helplessly.

The two spectators stared at each other for a long time, and finally fell into silence.

Audrey closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. What she recalled in her mind was always the last few seconds of that girl's life.

…

"There are still many problems to be solved now. What is the significance of so many travelers hanging on the 'Light Gate'?"

"It should be the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun? He, or he, is choosing his successor? But why is he doing this? What does he want to get from us?"

Although he already knew the truth about the world, when he witnessed everything, Klein felt that his calmness was beyond imagination.

It wasn't until I left that I felt my legs shaking slightly.

In accordance with the requirements of the true Creator, after placing a cross on the seat covered by a black gauze, Klein slowly moved back to the position of "The Fool", trying to put himself into a state of thinking in order to find the future goals.

Unfortunately, he can only approach the "Light Gate" at present. He cannot touch it, grasp it, or even see it clearly. He is temporarily unable to do any research and it is difficult to obtain the most direct information.

"Consider looking for clues from the real world...Also, since we have reached Sequence 4, we can climb up the gray cloud and see the 'Light Gate'. Then, in Sequence 2, there will be another qualitative change. Will it be possible to a certain extent?" Control the 'Light Gate' and figure out the reason?

"Haha, I was infected by the attitude of Qi Guang and Arrods. I almost thought that I was really the master of the gray mist and some great master in the spiritual world. Now it seems that I was just chosen randomly. Once the launched 'experiment' fails, the next time traveler will appear..." Klein muttered to himself silently, tapping the edge of the long bronze table with his fingers.

The four broken cocoons seemed to correspond exactly.

Russell, the True Creator, Edward Vaughan, and himself.

"They are really randomly selecting people from all over the world."

"Does this also prove the reason why I am the only one who can still stay in this gray mist? Well, the Source Castle is a related item of the 'Diviner' path, which can bring great bonuses to divination and spiritual perception, and He None of us chose a fortune teller, so we can’t come back here..."

Klein couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. There were only one of the twenty-two ways to return to Origin Castle. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun didn't give any hint. The probability of choosing a fortune teller was too low, right?

"Emperor Russell once used the potion power of the "craftsman" to re-engrave the mysterious silver medal that allowed him to travel through time. The pattern that seemed to be no problem in the past became extremely mysterious and complicated after it was re-engraved. And my ritual, Edward ·The pendulum that Vaughan mentioned, are these things the basis for Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun to select people? The souls of those who obtain these things will come to the Origin Castle and be preserved?"

"But, if there is no ceremony, how are they going to get back Origin Castle..."

Klein frowned and thought for a long time, and finally he could only come up with the only answer of "occult connection".

He stayed quietly on the Origin Castle for a while, responded to the prayer of "Poseidon", and then looked at what the people praying to "The Fool" were saying. He made some other plans and then left the gray mist.

After a night that was so calm that he was a little uncomfortable with it, the calendar turned to a new day.

603

July 1, 1350.

In the morning, Klein went to the Aurora Society's stronghold and took away the things Ms. D left for him.

A return ship ticket and documents proving the transaction.

The documents were forged, but the ship and tickets were genuine. In this way, Dawn Dantès returned from the Southern Continent smoothly today.

In addition, Ms. D also gave Klein a private transaction item, the Feysac Empire newspaper.

"I would like to express my gratitude to Ms. D. She has given me a lot of help." Klein said to the dark saint who was busy.

The Dark Saint learned through the oracle that the other party had been promoted to Sequence 4, and his attitude towards Klein was much better than before:

"She will not come back for the time being. She is preparing for her promotion ceremony in the land of the sun where the Lord's eyes are watching her."

The Dark Saint's tone was a bit envious. Klein guessed that he was not envious of Ms. D's promotion to Sequence 4, but envied her for being favored by the true Creator: "She is about to become an assistant priest of the cathedral, assisting the new compatriots who have just converted to the Lord, and managing There."

Cathedral... Ms. D’s identity is the daughter of a marquis. I’m afraid the Aurora Society will not be able to find a trustworthy person with a higher status than her in Intis. Her belief in the ancient sun god also comes in handy. Normally And reason is the best choice.

"If you don't mind, I can help you convey my thanks."

"Sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome." The Dark Saint said, "By the way, you may need to do some intelligence gathering work in Backlund during this period. The Feysac Empire issued a declaration of war in its own country last night, and an hour later Attacked the eastern Amanda Mountains."

He took out a brand new newspaper from the drawer, and Klein took it. It had the same layout as the one Ms. D handed him, and it didn't look like a forgery: "We are currently neutral, and our collaborative military operations in the Southern Continent have also been temporarily suspended. You should be careful not to expose yourself in Loen."

Klein casually flipped through two newspapers, one old and one brand new, and asked in a low voice:

"...information, what are your requirements?"

"You are from Loen, so you don't need to do much."

The Dark Saint said: "You have an identity that has entered the upper class. This is the best. You only need to pay attention to the real-time news in the newspaper, the dynamics of the upper class, and the living conditions of the common people."

These are things that Dwayne Dantes can come into contact with in his daily life. Klein nodded: "Okay."

"Finally, your mission begins."

The Dark Saint handed over a paperclip-bound booklet: "This is a food order from Mr. Frank Lee of the 'Future Pirate Group'. I don't know the details of your mission, but you should know how to do it."

Klein didn't say anything. He took the book and flipped through it. On the cover was a handwritten four-word "Instructions for Use", which listed detailed information on each of Frank's mushrooms. It was even paired with crooked hand-drawn patterns. The address of the goods.

These are the supplies and normal food needed by all the survivors in Silver City, no, in the Eastern Continent... Klein silently put away the pamphlet, put the newspaper under his arm, and nodded gently:

"good."

When leaving the Aurora Society's stronghold, Klein found that most of the people in the factory today were silent and lacked the enthusiasm of the past.

He left the factory area on the outskirts of the city and returned to the city. After buying a freshly baked hot sandwich, Klein sat in the dining area outside and took out the two newspapers in his arms.

"The 'Backlund Great Smog' incident that shocked the Northern Continent is suspected to be a purge of the people by the Loen royal family! 》

The bold and capitalized Fusac language formed this eye-catching title. Klein immediately closed the newspaper, chose a secluded and uninhabited corner and started reading the newspaper.

This newspaper was published on May 13th, which happened to be shortly after Klein returned to Backlund as the "Secret Puppet Master".

In just two months, he has now become a Sequence 4.

The newspaper included the confessions of three pseudonymous victims of the smog. One of the three victims was a mid-level worker in a textile factory in the East District, one was an ordinary clerk who happened to work near the East District, and the other was a hard-working person in the East District. , a precarious vagabond.

The three selections are very meaningful, covering the middle and lower classes that can arouse broad emotional identification.

"The confession also included 'thick yellow smoke that made it impossible to see anything one meter away', 'killing people around you in just one minute' and 'extremely fast diffusion due to wind direction'..."

"To ordinary people, these contents must be exaggerated, but judging from the death toll of the Great Smog, it is indeed credible... Fusak used the extremely high fatality rate and extremely fast spread speed to prove that the Great Smog It's not just mist, it's poisonous gas..."

Klein silently read the report, which had been published once, closed the newspaper and opened a new one.

"Declaration of War Against the Kingdom of Loen and Its Royal Family"

Klein's expression twisted momentarily, not because of the title, but because of the two signatories below - they are the Patriarch of the Church of the God of War, equivalent to the Pope and the Pope's angel on earth, and the other is Phosa His Majesty, the current emperor of the Ke Empire!

The Einhorn royal family is an angel family of hunters. They must be willing to participate in wars and have reached an agreement with the Church of God of War!

Emperor Fusak's speech:

"...King George III of Loen is a heinous devil who murders many people and massacres his own people."

"The Augustus family did not do everything the royal family should do. They neglected their responsibilities and wielded a butcher knife on their own people. The killings carried out in the name of the king. The sins of George III and the Augustus royal family have already been It exceeds the sum total of all the atrocities they committed in the Southern Continent... They are stuck in their ways, unwilling to let other countries discover their evil deeds, refusing to take responsibility for it, and confessing to the dead."

"Our country will strongly condemn such inhumane behavior of King Loen and his royal family. In the name of freedom, human rights, the thirty-fourth emperor and the great god of war, the Fusac Empire officially declares war on the Kingdom of Loen and will destroy Loen's family." Save the people from tyranny and massacre!”

Plop! Plop!

These words are extremely provocative. Although they are only a few hundred words, they vividly portray the image of a righteous savior and a cruel king. Klein even felt his heartbeat speeding up, and his fingers gradually tightened their grip on the newspaper.

"As expected, the path to war..."

Klein took a few deep breaths and quickly adjusted his mood. Then he looked down and saw Patriarch Larion's jihad declaration.

The religious leaders' speeches were more concise and capable than the emperor's.

"Fellow compatriots, people of the God of War, people of good will."

“We are witnesses to the crimes Augustus committed.”

"Don't think about escaping, don't think about liberation, there is only justice, only the Holy Judgment!"

"The great God of War leads us! Our souls will fight bravely until we reach the temple of dusk!"

"This is a holy war to destroy evil!"

TBC

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It’s really unbearable, so many people are punishing Qiao San, and the Augustus family has become invisible, making it as if Qiao San alone forced Augustus to become the Black Emperor.

Double update at half past six.