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

631

In Pulitzer Harbour, a young man with black hair, dark eyes, a thin face, and a monocle rode a bicycle and staggered back to his home in a leisurely manner.

With an obvious smile, he opened the mail box and took out the newspapers and letters inside.

After entering the house, the young man pinched the monocle on his right eye, opened the envelope as he walked, and read the contents as he walked, until he found an unsigned letter:

"If all of us in Backlund lose contact, it means that Pales Zoroaster is probably hiding near Berklund Street in the North District.

"Don't ask why we take risks, life always needs some excitement, fun and expectations."

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Wearing a local straw hat with a garland on his head, a local tabara shirt and a jacket, Amon bent over and watched attentively as the brown-skinned local people dug out one quarter after another from the beach and sea water. A small cyan crab as big as the palm of your hand was put into the backpack that you carry with you.

Those who dig crabs are alive. (emphasize)

This small coastal city that can be visited by bicycle in half a day has not yet fully implemented the "Regulations on the Re-employment of Dead Creatures". The newly built Death Church does not yet have a zenith, and there is only a Sequence 7 and a few ordinary people inside. .

The summoned undead creatures are usually enough to maintain law and order. If more creatures are recruited to participate in production activities, the spiritual bottom will be reached in Sequence 7.

Participating in this kind of farmhouse-like activities can indeed bring a sense of freshness. Although it is boring to follow humans doing inefficient things most of the time, at least it can really prepare people to dig out some real food from farmhouse activities. Be inspired.

Regarding the research direction of "the most interesting research and understanding of human beings", Amon finally chose food after thinking about it. Because both literature and art are too abstract, and no matter how rich Amon's knowledge is, it is impossible to cover all the delicious food in the world. And even if you can cover everything through the clones, it is difficult to have a corresponding sense of reality between the clones, because Meng doesn't care. Therefore, in order to find some fun in Amon's boring and unchangeable life, he began to turn his attention to delicious food that he didn't know much about.

"Are you taking this back to eat?"

He couldn't help but ask, and stretched out his hand to try to greet the little crabs that were constantly crawling out of the basket. The crabs' pincers could always be cut from his fingertips at the critical moment, and they could catch other crabs of the same kind.

The civilians living on the coast of the southern continent laughed at this young man from the northern continent who was slightly tanned by the sun:

"Take it back and marinate it."

The "change of ownership" or "return" of the Sun's power caused a moderate commotion among Amon's group, and an all-Mongolian referendum was carried out to cast an unlucky one who sneaked into Trier to check the situation. The ontology does not seem to be happy to see all this, because it has always hated the True Creator, and persists in cleaning up the city-states in the Eastern Continent that have converted to the True Creator, destroying these only positive anchors. The Angel of the Holy Word was also unable to resist. He probably thought that the true Creator was actually the "Dark Angel" who had also taken advantage of it.

Facing the Eastern Continent, which is now regaining sunlight, which may lead to collective conversion, he doesn't know the original idea.

I heard that the original title "The Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God, one and all, the beginning and the end, the God of gods, the ruler of the vast star world" can also elicit a response with a certain probability, which proves that The current true Creator has overlapped with the original Creator to some extent. Amon is a little curious about the thoughts of the original body - whether he thinks "the Creator will return one day" and it doesn't matter, or whether he thinks "Dark Angel" is blasphemous. Are you angry at your father?

He didn't know, but if nothing else, when the sun returned to the hands of the Creator, Amon felt a sense of relief. He finally felt that this "father" could call him smoothly.

Otherwise, even with the testimony of Adam and history, he will still feel awkward, and may even continue to be affected by ontological thinking, and continue to resent the true Creator.

Amon asked again in proficient Dutan language: "This is so small, how do you eat it?"

As far as he knew, crabs had to be peeled and eaten.

"Marinate it with spices and wine, and it will become a sweet and delicious food next year. You can make soup or mash it for seasoning."

"Eat it in the shell? Mash it?"

Amon poked these small crabs with hard shells a few times with his hand: "It takes a long time to marinate them to soften the shells, right?"

"Yeah, probably several months or even a year."

In other words, do you save this year’s and then take out the marinated ones before eating? It's a very common folk way of storing food... Amon tried to conceive a proposal for a thesis in his mind. Some of them had been doing independent research for nearly a year and still hadn't even finished drawing the cake for the proposal. He didn't admit it. . But as soon as he laid out the manuscript paper in his mind, he was disturbed by the next words of the old man from the Southern Continent:

"Would you like to give it a try? Rice with marinated blue crab seasoning and delicious soup. You are a kind and generous gentleman. I will use the best container at home to entertain you."

Alarm bells rang in Amon's heart. He immediately pinched his right eye socket and said with a chuckle:

"I'd love to try."

"But, um, just give me a normal bowl."

632

Klein took off his hat and put it on his head, and a "teleport" appeared in a director's office of the "Luen Charitable Student Fund" at No. 22 Paisfield Street.

Audrey had already changed into a light green dress and was dazing with a pen, recalling every detail of the noon punishment operation, while the big golden retriever Susie finished her mission and went out for a walk.

Suddenly, the noble girl had a premonition and raised her head.

Her clear green eyes quickly reflected a figure with black hair and brown eyes, a thin face, and deep features.

This figure was wearing a white shirt, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots. He had a stern expression, his hand was on his hat, and his body was slightly arched.

Audrey was startled for a moment, and then she remembered who it was.

Gehrman Sparrow!

Although she had never met him directly before, she had seen wanted posters with unusually realistic portraits in several newspapers.

Based on Miss Justice's reaction, Klein realized that he had not changed back to Dwayne Dantès. However, he didn't care too much about it. He released the palm of his hat, straightened his body, nodded and said:

"I need your help with something."

——His disguise was also stolen by Amon, but it was returned after the other party "restarted", but he never bothered to change back to Dwayne Dantès.

Mr. World, who is already a demigod, needs my help? He has another mental problem and needs treatment? No, it doesn't look like... Audrey pursed her lips, put down her pen with some curiosity and expectation, stood up, and responded seriously:

"no problem."

Klein didn't hesitate, and immediately walked over and grabbed Miss Justice's arm. Then, the two figures faded inch by inch and disappeared from the spot.

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After dividing the spoils, Richard felt that he had gained something from this meeting. Seeing that the other party seemed to be looking for other helpers, he took a look at a few dead Worms of Time and his little one that had not changed for a hundred years. Suitcase bows out to Dwayne Dantès.

As for what to do with the people who have been parasitized by Amon in the future, Richard feels that since Mr. easy.

He put one hand in his pocket, playing with the trophies that were tied into mummified insects. This treatment was much more useful than the spiritual wall. It could also effectively prevent the spiritual energy from escaping, and even weaken the extraordinary aggregation effect to a certain extent, but it could There is a limit to what can be done.

"It's easy to find sellers for these things, and they can be sold for at least ten thousand pounds. The extraordinary abilities of 'Error', 'Grafting', and 'Destiny' are very useful no matter which one you choose. They can be made into charms and sold For adults who value life, you can also sell it to families who secretly need the 'Insect of Time' depending on the situation..."

Richard hummed a tune and raised the corners of his mouth:

"Hey, I wonder how many of these Time Insects actually come from those families?"

"And who is that 'stealer' angel? It's not from the Amon family anyway, it's a stranger from outside history?"

He walked a few steps on the street, admiring the street scene in Backlund, which was much bleaker than last time. While showing limited sympathy to the civilians, he couldn't help but gloat. Then, He stopped in front of a cake shop.

Richard's brows furrowed.

"demon?"

The feeling of the adjacent path is too obvious, and the maliciousness cannot be hidden at all. The signboard of the cake shop has the icon of "Fetus Food Processing Factory" painted on it. In addition to the mouth-watering delicious pastries, the promotional poster also has a recruitment notice. The business of food factories has also been affected by the depressed economy, but job advertisements are still hanging. Job advertisements are synonymous with hope in the eyes of people today.

There is still an endless stream of customers in the store. From the cheapest honey square cake that costs 1 penny a piece to the light cream fruit cake that costs about 1 sole, Fetus Food Factory caters to all classes, even if it is already a little stretched during the war. The middle class is also willing to buy a piece of honey cake or cream bread for some cheap and delicious enjoyment.

The best-selling items now are scraps sold in bags.

"...The devil has dared to enter the house?"

Richard frowned and looked at the store - there was nothing wrong with the cakes and food. There were no chronic poisons or any bad items. Only the clerk with purple hair looked like an epileptic patient after being glanced at by him. He was frothing at the mouth and fell to the ground on the spot.

It turns out that this is the case, the devil has quietly climbed on top of people's heads, started a business, opened a factory, and used money to buy people's lives... They are doing so well and seamlessly. They must have secretly given away shares and many The nobles established good relations. And people's pursuit of them is their approval of the devil's behavior, and people's neglect of the dead is their permission to sacrifice to the devil.

It's a pity that the Rose School basically doesn't have this kind of business brain, and even moderation can't save their poor IQ and vision.

In the final analysis, "self-control" is just a way of acting, a high moral requirement for oneself, or a social atmosphere. How can there really be idiots using this plan to govern the country?

Richard thought sadly.

Many of them are not even in favor of immediately driving away the remaining Intis garrison and forcing the new Intis government agencies to recognize the independent status of the Highland Kingdom. They are still expecting the new Intis Parliament to give the highlands more human rights and rights. status. I don’t even want to have such an unrealistic dream when I have time, and I don’t want to learn from the self-improvement Balam Empire next door. I don’t understand the law of acting and the principles of governing the country. Does it make sense to be a terrorist?

It’s almost the same as it was two hundred years ago!

The Angels of Temperance have expressed their affirmation of their actions and views: "I am going on a business trip now, you just wait for me." And they are ready to show off their power against the Rose School of thought after returning... and to convince people with virtue.

Just when Richard was thinking about whether to convince people with virtue first after selling the Worm of Time after returning, his attention was suddenly disrupted again, and he subconsciously looked at the residence of Dwayne Dantès just now. , Burklund Street.

"It turns out to be you, Reinette Tinichole!"

Feeling this familiar atmosphere, Richard almost laughed out loud:

"I asked why Mr. You have grown up, it turns out to be you, Reinette!”

"You are really... trying your best!"

Sure enough, sure enough, even if you die, I still can't understand you. It's obviously a state religion, it's obvious that you can't survive in this country, and you still have to pretend to be sober. I don't hate you for putting your faith above the country. After all, piety is the only virtue of God's favored people... I just hate you. As a state religion, such people enjoy the support of the whole country as a matter of course. When you need to fight, their faith is higher than that of the people of the country.

I thought that after you became a creature in the spirit world, you would stay a little more contented and stop thinking about participating in the battles of living people after you died. I didn't expect that you would have to protect the remnants of your temperance sect at this point.

Such piety and benevolence are worthy of admiration! Richard chuckled a few times in his mind.

"Are you going to be a messenger? Or a contract creature?"

"If Mr. If we can keep the temperance faction divided, we still have to deal with it.”

"Why are you laughing on the road?"

A voice suddenly brought Richard back to his senses. The memory of being called out and criticized by the teacher for being absent-minded in class suddenly began to attack him with determination. Richard immediately showed an impeccable business smile and looked forward without changing his expression——

"Why are you holding a trumpet?"

"I'm here to do something, I need a speaker."

Edward glanced at his unscrupulous doctoral student angrily: "Why are you here?"

"I'm on a business trip."

"Are you free now?"

Richard hesitated for a moment whether to run away immediately to show that he was very busy and had a lot to do to avoid the teacher's orders, but he still chose to tell the truth and tried to make a condition: "I'm free, do you need temporary help?"

"If you have free time, find a good location for these speakers and hang them up on the street lamps for me. I'll give you your wages when you're done." Edward casually threw the things in his hands over, "There will be a citywide broadcast later that you can listen to."

Richard caught the horn and found that it actually had a logo produced by the Pilgrim Sect's workshop: "Wireless?" He seemed to hear the overtime roar of the only Storm Demigod.

"Radio, prevent it from being blocked while broadcasting. People from the Aurora Society broadcast it."

"What is the content of the broadcast?"

"About the Great Smog."

Edward still couldn't help but laugh: "The confession about the perpetrators of the Great Smog and all the details of the cooperation with the Augustus royal family."

Richard was stunned.

Richard almost couldn't control himself and smiled up at the sky.

"I'm going to find the best broadcast location in Backlund right now, and I'll put one on top of the statue of William I later." The Temperance Angel beamed with joy, "Only Backlund? Isn't that bad? The Kingdom of Loen is so It’s so big, why don’t we put some in every city?”

"There are members of the Aurora Society in other cities helping, so you don't have to worry."

Edward glanced at his watch: "The broadcast will start on the hour in ten minutes. By the way, you can stay in Backlund if you are free. My prophecy... just treat it as a prophecy. The prophecy shows that Backlund will die today. Many people have a fireworks worth looking forward to.”

"Really?" Richard's lips almost stopped moving, "Then I have to stay and take a look."

TBC

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Richard: OK! good! good! good!