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

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"came back?"

The crimson light faded, and as soon as Leonard took in the indoor scenery, the parasite's old voice sounded in his ears.

"came back."

He answered calmly and lit the gas lamp in the room. This cold room felt like home inexplicably, as if someone was really waiting for him in the room and would say "Come back" when he opened the door and came back. ”.

Leonard pinched his eyebrows, his vision became brighter, and he felt his mood relaxed a little:

"Old man, tell me, is it possible that Ince Zangwill is just an unlucky postman, and that 0-08 was actually given to a certain customer by the church?"

Pales didn't speak for a long time: "...How did you come up with this in your mind? You also used rhetoric. Tell me, how long have you been polishing these two sentences in your mind?"

Sure enough... Leonard, who verified his idea, further asked:

"Is it for the angel who cannot be named? You told me that 0-08 will attract someone!"

In his mind, the old voice was silent for several seconds, and finally asked in confusion: "How did you connect these things together? What happened while I was sleeping?"

…

In the evening, Backlund was covered with dark clouds and it began to rain lightly.

Audrey looked away from the rainy scene outside the carriage window, glanced at the personal maid Anne, and silently communicated with Susie squatting next to her.

She said with her eyes, expressions and subtle body movements:

Since that day, Annie's attitude has been a little strange.

Susie wagged her tail, raised her paws, lay on the ground and sniffed in Annie's direction, and combined the color changes at the etheric and mental levels to express her meaning:

Don't worry too much, you have healed her heart and the malicious outburst has long since ended.

Audrey nodded slightly and watched the carriage drive into the Hall family's luxurious mansion and stop in front of the covered foyer.

Since joining the "Luen Charitable Student Fund", she spends less and less time at home during the day. She is always busy at the foundation, and recently she has to deal with more affairs than usual. Mr. Dwayne Dantès seemed to have just returned yesterday. Although Alfred was a little anxious and didn't know what the situation was, she couldn't be so presumptuous as to ask her parents to visit each other, not to mention that the Hall family was not the only one entrusted.

The carriage stopped at the predetermined location, and Anne helped Audrey get out of the carriage. In the foyer, the maids who were already ready helped the dusty lady change out of her shoes with damp soles and toes, and her dusty coat.

After her new look, Audrey turned around in the full-length mirror. Her fingers brushed against the pearls woven into patterns in her cuffs, and she felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

But if a noble lady’s clothes lack expensive accessories, the surrounding maids and servants will be held accountable. Just when she was thinking about where to take off a pearl without being noticed, her mother's head maid came over in a hurry. She used her eyes to hint to the dressing maids around her to take a few steps back, and then lowered her voice and said to Audrey. :

"Miss, the master and madam invite you to come."

"……OK."

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Audrey's heart. Combined with the fact that Mr. Dawn Dantès returned to China, Audrey suddenly made an extremely bad guess. But before she could get ready, the elderly head maid had already turned around.

Audrey had to lift up her skirt and follow her, her footsteps faster than her own heartbeat. Even Susie was disturbed by this inexplicable heavy atmosphere, her ears drooped and stuck to the sides of her head.

The three people and one dog were silent all the way, and the only sound of the servants' heels hitting the ground echoed on the smooth ground.

Arriving at the door of the study, Audrey keenly heard the soft sobs coming from it. Her hands tightened her skirt, and her fingers on the door trembled uncontrollably.

"Come in." My father's voice sounded like he had aged ten years in an instant from behind the heavy wooden door.

Audrey raised her head slightly and took a gentle breath.

The countess's head maid stepped forward silently, stretched out her hand to press the doorknob, and made a rather solemn gesture of invitation.

Audrey clasped her palms, and the role of "audience" was unknowingly lifted. She slowly entered the study, and the head maid closed the door of the living room outside, stopping Susie who wanted to follow her in, leaving the members of the Hall family alone time.

In the study, her mother, the beautiful Countess, was sitting on the sofa, gently wiping her tears with a handkerchief. Her demeanor was still elegant and decent, but she seemed to have cried, her eyes were red, and tears slowly and unstoppably fell from the corners of her eyes.

Her father and eldest brother remained silent, one sitting and the other standing. Earl Hall stood by the window with his back to them, leaving only his daughter behind. Only when Audrey came in, he turned slightly and nodded to her. Hibbert sat alone on the sofa opposite his mother, holding a torn piece of paper in his hand. His expression and body movements showed fear and confusion.

Audrey suddenly felt as if her heart felt empty, and tears almost fell down.

As soon as her eyes came into contact with the bloody piece of paper in Hibbert's hand, she quickly moved it away as if she had been burned. She had already guessed what had happened, and had already had the worst idea one night, but she was still extremely afraid of the upcoming sentencing.

In the extremely depressing atmosphere, she stood helpless.

Not only her, but also Hibbert was a little at a loss. He raised his head and looked at his newly grown sister, not knowing how to tell her the news. His lips murmured a few times, and finally he gritted his teeth and waved to Audrey.

In the silent atmosphere, Audrey walked over slowly.

"...Audrey."

Her eldest brother was still a little hesitant, hesitating whether to show the cruelest and gory side of the tragedy to his innocent and lovely sister who had limited understanding of the outside world: "You can choose to watch it or not..."

Audrey clasped her hands: "Is there a part for me in it?"

Hibbert nodded silently and reminded him again: "You don't have to read the other content."

"Did Mr. Dwayne Dantès bring this back?" She tried to keep her voice steady.

Hibbert and Earl Hall, who had turned around but remained silent, looked at each other and said slowly:

"No, it's not."

"If Dwayne Dantès had stayed there, he might not have come back."

Then, he glanced at his mother who was still sobbing softly, hesitated for a while, and began to polish the truth:

"There was a tragic battle in Behrens. Some officers and soldiers took a boat at the port and wanted to retreat to the mainland... However, they encountered pirates and plundered them on their way back. Although they repelled the opponent, they also suffered heavy losses. ...Alfred...he fought bravely to protect his companions until the last moment, but unfortunately he could not make it to the shore for rescue..."

"Where is he now?"

Hibbert pursed his lips and whispered: "He suffered a lot of torture before he died and endured great pain."

Audrey didn't speak anymore. She took the piece of paper from her brother's hand and held it carefully. Her fingers deliberately avoided the part that was soaked in blood and had turned black. She tried her best to open her eyes wide and recognize the writing on it.

"Dear Audrey, how have you been lately?"

"Haha, the new year's social season has begun, and our Miss Hall is still the most beautiful and shining gem in Backlund."

This sentence should have been written in May. From then until now, communications between the northern and southern continents have not been restored... Tears burst into Audrey's eyes. Hibbert handed over a handkerchief and pulled his sister to sit next to her. Down.

"Some interesting things happen in the army..."

"The food here is really strange. The flavor of Behrens' food is influenced by Fenebaud and Loon. Because of the warm climate, they are good at making pickled seafood... They always add a lot of spices... …”

In the letter, Alfred talked about the customs and customs of the Southern Continent in a relaxed and cheerful tone, as well as many interesting things that happened in the team. He probably hoped that this letter would make his family feel more at ease with him, but he did not want to end it with this letter. way back home.

"Audrey, do you know?"

"I have never wanted to see you so badly...to see your faces, to hear your voices..."

There were deep creases on the letter paper, as well as areas that seemed to have been scratched by bullets. The blood overlapped and covered many of the writings.

"...Forgive me, Audrey, I shouldn't say this to you, but I really can't bear it anymore."

"We were attacked tonight. I haven't slept for several days and nights. The will to go home supports my last belief. But, but, dear sister, I think I may not be able to survive until that time."

"It's very painful, every day is very painful, prayers can't save our souls, every night someone quietly swallows a gun and commits suicide. We have to confiscate guns to stop this waste of ammunition, but suicide has not been effectively curbed. "

"I feel like I can't go back, Audrey."

Turning to the reverse side of the paper, the handwriting became more scrawled and chaotic, as if it had been written randomly on some uneven places.

"I received what you sent. I am very happy. When I read your letters, I felt as if I had returned to the normal world... Mr. Dawn Dantes handed them to me properly, But I don’t want him to stay here... He brings good news, it seems we still have a chance to survive, and this may be our last chance."

"I want to go back, Audrey, I want to come back to you."

"Someone leaked the news and the army mutinied...The breach was sealed."

"Haha, actually not many people escaped at all. Is this really the only gap, or is it a strategy used by the enemy to cause chaos within us?"

"I'm in pain, Audrey, and I can't go back."

"God, why are we here? We repeat meaningless actions. We take other people's wealth and are deprived of their wealth. We take other people's lives and are deprived of their lives. Why do we Want to stay here?"

"How I long to meet you again..."

"I can not go back."

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After dealing with the nobles for an afternoon and spending a lot of time on greetings and inquiries, Mr. Dawn Dantès ended his invitation to the last dinner and returned to his residence.

It was getting late. After washing, Klein restrained his thoughts, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep little by little without the help of meditation.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes and noticed someone entering the house at No. 160 Burklund Street!

Here we go again... Klein couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his forehead.

On the second day after returning to Backlund, he was woken up again in the middle of the night.

He appeared in the dream as Dwayne Dantès wearing a nightgown, with thoughts swirling around him. He left the bed, put on his slippers, straightened his nightgown, walked to the easy chair, sat down slowly and said:

"Please come in."

The door of the master bedroom opened silently, footsteps approached slowly, and a young man with black hair and green eyes appeared outside the door.

Leonard Mitchell looked at Dwayne Dantès in front of him, hesitated for a few seconds, and then stopped outside the door.

He was not sure whether the person who appeared with this appearance was the "old monster from the Fourth Age" or the "Cline Moretti" who wanted to talk to him.

Seeing this, Klein couldn't help but feel a little funny. He wiped his face, and his image distorted like water waves. In the blink of an eye, he turned into the cold-looking "World" Gehrman Sparrow.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped into the dream bedroom. He didn't ask Klein Moretti why he could stay awake in his dream, nor why he wanted to meet him in this image. He asked Another chair appeared next to him and he sat on it.

"...How did you feel about the trip to the Southern Continent?"

He held it in for a long time before saying this.

Klein wanted to laugh, but held back: "It's okay."

Before the atmosphere fell into awkward silence again, Klein took the initiative to ask: "You seem to be worried about something else?"

Leonard did not answer this question directly, but asked about an unrelated matter:

"Klein, what exactly is your belief?"

Klein hesitated and said with the serious expression of Gehrman Sparrow: "The Fool."

Leonard was not surprised and asked again:

"Let me state in advance that I don't mean to blaspheme your beliefs, nor do I mean to be disrespectful to Mr. Fool. I just want to know that if one day you encounter a fatal crisis and lose a lot of things, what will happen after you survive? How would you feel if you found out that Mr. Fool did this deliberately?"

Why did the poet classmate suddenly ask himself such a strange question... Did he have some distrust of the Church of the Night because of the death of Ince Zangwill and Adam's incident?

Hermann frowned and replied calmly: "I would consider this a test."

If Cap and Mr. Lawrence hadn't died, I would have felt like this was a test as well. But in fact, without your two high-quality sun charms from Klein, we would not be able to hold on at all. The losses Tingen suffered from the arrival of the true Creator’s heirs would be immeasurable... Leonard pursed his lips. To sharpen the problem:

"Then, if Mr. Fool makes some deal with other great beings, and the content of the deal tacitly agrees that the other party will kill or even destroy his own believers, as a favored one of 'The Fool', will you stop it or acquiesce? Or just watching?"

Klein's lips tightened. He felt that if he still wanted to maintain the image of "Gehrman being a devout believer of The Fool," he should immediately stand up and yell at Leonard's nonsense as a blasphemy against "The Fool." , like a devout believer scolding a pagan. But he didn't stand up immediately and missed this opportunity.

"If I had known about this, I would have done everything I could to reduce the disaster," he said.

"Because we cannot comment on the will of the gods." Leonard was not surprised by this answer. "I will do the same."

Then, he paused and said:

"If such a situation really happens... I mean if, then will you continue to believe in The Fool?"

What?

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized - Leonard's belief in the goddess of the night was shaken!

How should you answer this time? Should I advise you to stay or follow your own will? I don't believe in any gods, and I don't know what you devout believers think... If someone I trust made such a move, I would express disdain for him and never interact with him again. But in your world, is such behavior equivalent to betraying the church...

Klein didn't answer for half a minute.

"...I won't be able to answer your question until that day."

He could only say this stiffly, and then immediately changed the topic: "I have another piece of information, maybe you will have more ideas after hearing it."

Leonard sighed: "What is it?"

Klein thought for a moment, looked into Leonard's eyes, and asked:

"Why do you think the gods preach?"

God loves the world.

This standard orthodox answer came to Leonard's mind. All holy scriptures, history and mythological stories have repeatedly emphasized all this. Those who believe in gods will be blessed, and those who do not believe will suffer.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Klein continued to speak:

"The gods do not have specific images, only emblems and sacred scriptures as cognitions."

"Such knowledge helps the spirit maintain its condition, like an anchor stabilizing a ship in wind and waves."

What did you say... At this moment, Leonard Mitchell was really stunned. If this sentence was said by Pales Zoroastrian, he would not be surprised at all, because the other party He is always indoctrinating himself with fallacies such as "Don't believe in the kindness of gods" and "Just believe in their power", and even when he is the most blasphemous and wild, he can't think of such a reason!

Is this the real reason why believers exist?

Even in the most daring moments, Leonard was just thinking tangledly - gods have raised humans, just like shepherds tending sheep, and it is natural to kill one or two to eat or give them away.

This is sad and insulting, but it seems to be a natural thing.

But, right now, Klein's answer gave him a new direction.

It turned out to be like this... Leonard was a little frightened, feeling that he had heard something blasphemous, and he didn't dare to think deeply or speak.

It turns out to be like this.

TBC

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"Why do I feel that...Klein doesn't really believe in the Fool?"

"But he is obviously a favored one. He is the person who can most intuitively feel the favor of the gods. It's really strange..."