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

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"Irena, has the letter been sent?"

Hearing the knock on the door and the question, Irena, who was immersed in reading the revised version of the holy book, raised her head when she heard the words, revealing a pair of eyes that were made of pure gold. Clovis, who was standing casually outside the door with his arms folded, immediately made an expression as if his eyes were flashed, and smiled relaxedly:

"It seems that you have adapted well to the promotion. How have you been doing lately?"

Irena smiled reservedly and proudly, put down her pen, leaned relaxedly on the cushions of the high-back chair, and spoke in a good mood:

"The letters to our distant relatives have been sent out. I have contacted their daughters and nieces as pen pals. They are all aristocratic women of similar age to me. Women in Loen are better than those here. They are freer and smarter. They were probably instructed by their elders. They basically talked about the current situation of Loen and their own industry in their correspondence with me."

"What's the catch?"

"Currently, a viscount has expressed his willingness to give away his property and company worth 200,000 gold Louis, hoping to retain the title of baron in Intis under the protection of the Montemar family."

"Haha, this is not enough." Clovis smiled, "The Republic of Intis does not have the power to appoint new nobles. If you want to obtain noble status, there is no other way but to rely on the great nobles! If you still want to keep your title, Let him come out with another 200,000 gold louis."

Irena responded:

"The others don't have any clear intentions yet, but I heard that there is movement in the Amanda Mountains, and the number of letters should increase during this period. Other than that, there is nothing else - but there is one person among these women who I care about very much. The daughter of an earl is very interesting. She seems to have a strong interest in charity and is seriously involved in it. And I have a strange feeling that she seems to have a relatively accurate impression of me through just two replies. ."

Clovis became slightly more interested: "Extraordinary? Or is it a ghostwriter from one of the earl's staff in this capacity?"

"It's not a ghostwriter, otherwise I wouldn't be able to write that kind of innocent kindness."

Most adults have a fixed understanding of the world, and it is unlikely that the young lady will have the emotions of swinging around and struggling with herself. Irena thought: "In her letter, she consulted me very carefully about the operating methods and general standards of the charity industry. Maybe it is an extraordinary person. If the earl's child is interested in occultism, there will be many organizations trying to do it. How can I please her and give her the magic potion with both hands? It might be a low- or mid-level one."

"What she showed in her letter was just a sensitivity within the normal range. Such behavior may also be a test of me, testing whether I have malicious intentions or am also an extraordinary person."

"Are you good at analyzing other people's paths?" Clovis didn't take it to heart and nodded casually, "You can just take care of it yourself. I always feel comfortable leaving this kind of thing to you."

"Speaking of which, sister, are you still in contact with the highlanders in the Southern Continent? The Parliament and the Church currently do not have a clear plan for our highland colony, but I do not recommend that you continue to cooperate with the Rose School... just in case. What if Intis is unwilling to give up the land?”

Irena was silent for a moment and sighed softly:

"I know."

"Before the Aurora Society occupied Intis, it needed an international charity organization to increase its influence and secretly give the True Creator more anchors. But now, the number of anchors is more than enough, and it has occupied the country. There is basically no need for the Rose School of Thought. and the Angel of Temperance.”

It is indeed not a good thing to burn bridges, but the Creator Church does not need to burn bridges at all.

Just promise the Highlanders equal citizenship, cooperate as fairly as possible, and withdraw the garrison.

——Or even the garrison does not need to be withdrawn.

"You also know how much of the gold, minerals, and spices circulating in the Intis market come from the Southern Continent."

"After the Balam Empire stopped exporting minerals and cotton, our country's economy has received a big blow. Did you know? Although the increase of 50% will not directly affect our lives, our stingy neighbor, Count Philio is secretly renting out his idle wasteland to a farmer to cultivate it, collecting local rent for grain and cotton, and alleviating the unemployment craze in the city and his own economic situation. Have you been maintaining law and order recently? I heard that special There are frequent robberies in Lille, as well as endless murders and frauds... If we lose the Highland Colony, the market in Intis is likely to collapse."

Clovis shrugged, showing that his point was that Intis would not give up the Highland colonies.

The price of gold is rising, the price of spices is rising, the price of cotton is rising, and the market economy is on the verge of collapse... For the nobles, things just become more expensive, but for the middle class and common people, it is a major matter related to the lives of their families. Although the war has not yet affected everyone, Tiese, but hunger and panic followed.

Irena understands this very well.

But she also knew another thing, and that was... As the Balam Empire minimized its exports, a large amount of materials and money flowed to the people of the Southern Continent, and the support rate of the Death Church and the Eggers Royal Family was unprecedentedly high. .

However, the current laws of the Balam Empire are somewhat mysterious. For example, after a living person dies in service, he must serve for a certain number of years based on his condition before he can return to the arms of the God of Death. This is very amazing.

Of course, if the family is prepared to give him peace, he can be buried normally by donating a certain amount to the church or the church's properties. Before a person dies, he can decide through the church's appraisal whether to leave his body or continue working as a spirit body. After he dies, his family can also receive half of the salary based on the service life of the person's body... The Balam Empire The new law is mysterious and humane, and apart from the fact that working with undead people is very uncomfortable, there is nothing obvious about it.

Oh, the only bad thing is - the suicide death rate among the bottom population has increased significantly.

If you can't find a job while you're alive, you'll be a drag on your family, but if you die you can work normally, then death will truly be God's mercy.

"……Yes."

Irena frowned, remembering the numerous security incidents that were annoying and helpless.

Although she became an acolyte of the Cathedral of Light, she still lacks qualifications and experience in operating as a team of extraordinary people, so she is still working as a high-level errand boy, handling extraordinary and security incidents.

To put it simply, these incidents are nothing more than murdering others because of unemployment and hunger. It is not difficult to deal with it, but the accumulated negative emotions make people feel uncomfortable - if a mother sells herself just to give her child a piece of bread, then she If he kills the baker who broke his promise and takes away the bread, who can really have the heart to criticize the mother?

"Recently, there have been obvious traces of witch activities in Intis." Irena couldn't tell her brother these things, so she had to change the topic, "The turbulent situation is bound to be accompanied by the activities of witches. You'd better pay attention. a little."

Clovis raised an eyebrow:

"I pay attention to the fact that Alyssa and the others are all my childhood sweethearts. You should say this to the old Marquis and our stupid brother who has been praised as being unable to distinguish between east and west."

His eyes inadvertently glanced at his sister's table, and he was surprised to find that a letter the other party was reading actually used the common language of the Northern Continent. He couldn't help but take a second look and asked curiously:

"Isn't this written by Noble Loen?"

In this case, the Loen people would also use the Loen language to contact their relatives abroad, rather than other countries' languages ​​or lingua franca.

"It's for a companion in the Aurora Society." Irena nodded. "He wants to do something in the Southern Continent. It just so happens that I may need to avoid danger recently and not contact the Rose School. I introduced the foundation to him, and he also accepted."

She burned the letters, tidied her clothes and the table, and prepared to get up for dinner.

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Two days later, Tuesday.

The first joint event of the Tarot Society ended successfully.

when! when!

Seeing that the cooperation to punish the two malicious vampires came to a perfect end, with the church bells ringing, Klein, who had returned to the appearance of Dwayne Dantès, once again walked to the large balcony of No. 160 Berklund Street and looked out. The situation in the Macht family.

At this time, a carriage passed by the door of his mansion and drove to the other end of the street.

Suddenly, Klein's intuition was touched, and a picture emerged in his mind:

A gray mouse was lying on the carriage window, looking at the scenery on the street leisurely.

Klein's eyelids twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt a chill. While making some guesses, he turned around and returned to the bedroom as usual, asking "Winner" Enyuni to pray to "Poseidon" before he entered the bathroom and headed to Source Castle.

After sitting on the familiar seat, Klein once again turned his attention to the carriage heading towards No. 39 Berklund Street.

But this time, in Yuanbao's field of vision, the person leaning against the glass window and enjoying the scenery on the street was no longer a gray mouse, but a young man wearing a silk top hat and a black windbreaker.

He has black hair and black eyes, a thin face, and a broad forehead. He wears a monocle made of crystal and has a faint smile. He is the "blasphemer", "angel of time", and the son of the Creator. Amon!

Although Klein had been mentally prepared, his spirit was tense and he felt a chill all over his body.

Then he noticed that after Hazel entered the foyer of his house, transparent insects with twelve links spread out and entered every corner of Congressman Macht's house!

This made Klein, who was holding the "Poseidon Scepter", feel his scalp numb, and he remembered Pales Zoroaster's description of Amon's "parasitic" ability:

Plague infection!

He immediately materialized the shadow of "Gehrman Sparrow" in the gray mist, prayed devoutly to "The Fool", and reported the situation of Amon's appearance. Afterwards, without any delay, Klein immediately returned to the real world and walked out of the bathroom.

He was prepared accordingly, wearing the "Creeping Hunger" on his left hand and a medal carved from black gemstones on his right hand.

Then, he manipulated the secret puppet of "Winner" Enyuni to make him snap his fingers, jump with fire, and enter No. 39 Berklund Street, Congressman Macht's mansion, as Gehrman Sparrow.

But at this moment, Klein noticed that Richardson, the valet in his mansion, was stomping up to the second floor. At a glance, he saw Enyuni who seemed to be standing indoors with his hands raised strangely, somewhat anxiously. asked:

"Why are you still standing here? Where is M. Dantès?"

"The guest who made the reservation has arrived. Mr. Butler asked him to wait a moment. I'll go find Mr. Dantès and you go make tea for the guest..."

guest?

Klein suddenly remembered that he had an agenda today to meet with a philanthropist from the Southern Continent. At this moment, Richardson seemed to suddenly notice Dwayne Dantès standing outside the bathroom door. At the same time, " The spiritual thread of "Winner" suddenly lost control!

The two valets turned their heads to Klein at the same time. At the same time, they took out a monocle from their pockets, wiped it with their sleeves and placed it on their right eyes. Even the curves of the corners of their mouths were exactly the same:

"Got you."

The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly solidified. The "winner" Enyuni pinched her monocle and said to herself:

"There are too many anomalies in the fate of Flora Jacob, and the most important one comes from this street. This makes me feel very interesting. It took me some time to identify and find the source, so that it makes you wait for so many days. ."

"I am no stranger to that mirror, but I have never seen a person who can drive it and make it so pleasing. This is really an interesting thing. Maybe, I should steal your destiny and see what it is like." For what? Yes, you probably don’t know its origin yet, it’s not simple at all…”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and saw Dwayne Dantès opposite him suddenly turning into a gray rat with dirty hair.

The mouse raised its right front paw and pressed its eye socket.

At the same time, in the garden of No. 160 Berklund Street, Gehrman Sparrow, with a thin and angular face, black hair and brown eyes, appeared in the center of a pile of roses.

Silently, Amon, who looked like a mixed-race young man, appeared in front of Klein again.

Behind him, a small transparent insect with twelve links fell from the third floor and entered his body.

At this moment, the earthworms in the garden soil, the insects in the trees and plants, and the mice in the shadow corners all came out one after another, either surrounding the place where Gehrman Sparrow and Amon were confronting, or staying away from this area.

A large part of the reason why Klein listened patiently to Amon just now was because he was seizing the time to make marionettes!

For a "Cunning Mage", having a Secret Puppet is complete!

Amon was still not in a hurry to take action. He pinched the monocle that was clamped deep into his eye socket, glanced left and right, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth:

"Your behavior often exposes your problems. For a mentor in the field of fraud, what you just did is enough for me to catch your weaknesses."

"In such a tense and dangerous situation, you only turned mice, insects, birds, and earthworms into your marionettes, without considering the housekeepers, maids, and male servants in the house. What does this mean? It shows that you have excellent morals. standards, and still regard themselves as human beings and are unwilling to harm them.”

"If you grasp this point, even if my clone is not as good as you, I can still play you until you collapse, even if you want to die."

When the words seemed to be finished, Amon reached out and pinched his eyes again, which seemed to be one of his signature actions.

Can you even steal the "Spirit Thread"? No, this may also be a kind of deception, a kind of transfer... Then does the spiritual thread in my hand really belong to the animals in the courtyard? Klein's face changed slightly, and he felt unspeakable tension for a moment, as if the animals he held in his hands were not animals, but living people in his mansion!

"Very good. It seems like I don't need any further explanation. You've probably noticed it."

"Yes, I have secretly replaced the spiritual thread with your male and female servants..."

Klein suspected that the other party was just cheating, but his palms were sweating uncontrollably and he didn't dare to bet on whether it was true or false.

"You can't possibly be just trying to parasitize me by telling me so much, right?"

Klein continued to speak and stall for time, trying to see if he could convert this Amon clone into his own marionette. He kept swapping places with all the marionettes, never staying in any one place for more than two seconds.

"You finally found out."

After hearing this, Amon smiled.

"But my intuition tells me that if I replace you directly, something I don't want to see will happen."

Klein's eyes widened slightly. He saw that the floor-to-ceiling window facing him in the courtyard separated from the middle as if it was alive. In the bedroom, countless men and women wearing monocles were standing upright with strange movements. There, they all covered their ears and closed their mouths tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes still moving. A figure that seemed extremely tall to Klein at this time stood up from the sofa near the floor-to-ceiling window. The guest casually pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and threw it out lightly.

The handkerchief quickly grew in size in the wind, turning into a huge curtain that could cover the entire courtyard.

Klein controlled himself not to look up, but Amon seemed not to notice. He was still exerting psychological pressure on Klein with great interest, saying things like, "I have already asked Arrods, if it were not within the Church of Steam, , I can directly parasitize it to obtain information" and "Even if you activate the badge in your hand now, it will not help, because I have the ability to affect the content in it, so that your call for help cannot be conveyed...". Then, Amon's voice suddenly disappeared, and his mouth was still opening and closing up and down.

He seemed to be talking, but someone seemed to have pressed the mute button, and no sound came out.

Seeing that Klein did not respond to his threats, Amon finally noticed something was wrong. He turned his head suddenly, but was wrapped tightly in the white handkerchief for an instant. The white silk tightly wrapped Amon who had stopped chattering, and his face began to outline irrelevant outlines. His hands seemed to be moving uncontrollably towards his chest, and were firmly fixed after crossing them, unable to move. .

In the whole process, there is no unnecessary sound or any unnecessary development.

Klein felt as if he was witnessing the making process of a mummy. In just a few breaths, the lively Amon was transformed into a tightly bound human form just like the mummies he had seen in picture books. His right eye The part also has the shape of a monocle.

When the mummy was finalized and fell to the ground with a thud, the men and women parasitized by Amon's clones in the room also stopped moving in unison.

The tall guest lowered his head and studied the monocle on the other person's right eye for a moment, then raised his head to look at Gehrman Sparrow:

"Monsieur Dantès? Or Mr. X? What do you call him?"

"There was a pest infestation in your yard, but it has now been successfully resolved."

The tall guest with gray hair and a Fusac face turned his head and showed a bright smile to Klein:

"Do you mind if I take a few worms as payment?"

His eyes were bright: "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the coordinator of the Ernst Foundation. I am a member of the Rose School who contacted you in the letter through Ms. D. Are you interested in the charity industry? ?"

TBC

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Not good, it seems like I am yang, and I feel pain all over my body.