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

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"sit down."

The hunter stretched out his hand and pushed hard, and the "Desperate Nightingale" Panatia, who was wearing a white dress, fell into the announcer's position. In front of her was a simple microphone wrapped in a handkerchief, connected to a strange instrument and a A sealed object that bursts with lightning.

Panatia rolled her eyes, looked at the things in front of her, and slowly pulled out a smile on her lips. After returning to normal after being in a puppet state for more than half a year, her thinking was almost irreparably damaged. If she had not possessed divinity, she would still be in a vegetative state even if she returned.

But even though it was an almost human-shaped potion-carrying container, every move of the demigod witch still carried unimaginable charm and coquettishness. She just leaned on the seat and showed a sad smile accepting her fate. The eyes of one of the hunters responsible for escorting her widened and almost stuck to the witch's face.

Another hunter looked at Panatia with a calm heart, raised his leg and kicked the calf of his sick colleague:

"Think of your fiancée's fist."

The young hunter who was kicked woke up from his dream, and suddenly felt as if he was facing the witch's invisible charm. But even if he resisted physically and mentally, his eyes were still uncontrollably attracted to the extremely beautiful Panatya with a sad temperament for a long time. The hunter took out the photo of his fiancée from his wallet, put it in front of his eyes to block the witch, and finally reluctantly The attention was withdrawn.

"I think she looks a bit like her when she smiles." The hunter, whose face turned red, couldn't help but defend himself, "Why didn't you react?"

"Is it similar? I don't think it is."

The red-brown-haired hunter glanced at Panatia, stretched out his hand and made a gesture on his face: "Your fiancée only has dimples on one side when she smiles. The curvature of her eyes is a little more curved, and the eyebrows are higher than her position. I think It’s like being charmed.”

The young hunter suddenly understood, and then almost jumped up:

"How do you know so well the way my fiancée smiles?!"

"Because I dated your fiancée's mother, grandmother and aunt." The auburn-haired hunter shrugged, "Your fiancée inherited your future mother-in-law's eyes. I even praised her beautiful eyes when I wrote a love letter before."

After saying that, he looked back at the clock on the wall, and before the stunned young hunter could recover, he said directly to Panatia:

"You have two minutes to prepare."

"If you honestly tell me all the details about the cooperation between the Augustus royal family and the Witch Cult, I will let you die without pain."

After about five seconds, Panatia blinked slowly, her beautiful face looking even more poignant and sad.

"Haha... When I drank the magic potion and killed a person, I was thinking that one day I will die like this in the future." Panatia sighed in a low voice with some emotion and reluctance, her slender fingers Curling his black hair, "Then I gradually forgot about it. Power gave me too much self-confidence. The disgusting world gave me the opportunity to do whatever I wanted, but it seems I still can't escape it." ."

The young hunter rubbed his arms and frowned, wondering if this sentence was a curse from the witch. Panatia turned her attention to the strange device in front of her, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but ask:

"What the hell is this?"

Traynor glanced at the clock again: "The microphone will convey your voice to where it should go. You have one minute. Prepare yourself."

"It's really strange." The witch smiled, "But I like her face and temper. When I think about causing countless people pain before I die, I seem to be less afraid of death."

Panatia turned her head and stared calmly at the hourglass next to her. When the last grain of sand fell, she was silent for two seconds, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and spoke softly and viciously:

"Good afternoon, poor Backlund pigs waiting to be slaughtered. In the name of the original witch, I, Panatia, say hello to you."

"Haha, let me tell you something. In the past at least five years, your missing family members, friends, children, and relatives may have been captured by us, and they were sent to various parts of the Loen Kingdom. , become slaves, doing endless hard work for His Majesty the King. If they die from exhaustion, their bodies will be burned into ashes and sprinkled into the kiln. If they escape, they will be killed and then burned to ashes..."

…

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the matter is over..." Audrey used the "hypnosis" technique to directly communicate with Hazel's mental body, heard the hysterical shouting, and felt the pain higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. fear.

Based on the other person's condition and experience, she quickly formulated a treatment plan and directly "hypnotized" Hazel, making her forget about today's encounter and that she had a teacher, and only vaguely remembered the identity and common sense of the Extraordinary.

Hazel became calmer and calmer, and slowly fell asleep.

"When you wake up, those terrible experiences will no longer exist, and I have never been there." Audrey completed the last step of "hypnosis" with a soft voice.

Then, she stood up slowly and stared at Hazel for several seconds.

She pursed her lips, without turning her head, and whispered:

"I made her temporarily forget the corresponding memory, but this memory did not disappear, it was just hidden. In the corresponding gatherings in the future, I will continue to treat her and guide her to slowly remember and accept this memory. Only in this way, Only then can her spiritual problem be solved, otherwise, maybe a familiar action or a familiar word can make her 'wake up' and collapse again. At that time, she will probably lose control directly."

Miss Justice is becoming more and more professional... Klein half sighed and half cautiously said:

"Then you have to perform a 'hypnosis' on all the people who have been 'parasitized', so that they will not have hobbies that are not their own, like wearing a monocle.

"Also, let them pray to the 'Goddess of the Night' after a quarter of an hour, asking for complete purification."

Audrey nodded extremely seriously and said:

"no problem."

Klein immediately stood aside and watched as the aristocratic girl "hinted" all the people in this house who had been parasitized with the utmost compassion.

At this moment, Klein suddenly heard a strange sizzling sound of electricity. This sound could not possibly exist in a world where steam machinery dominates. However, Klein's first reaction was still, "What's in Senator Macht's house?" Something is leaking."

Before giving up this untimely idea, he noticed that a familiar style horn had been hung on a gas street lamp in Berklund Street. It was the first time in the world that he saw something similar to what he remembered. It almost immediately reminded him of the trumpet that the teacher hung around his waist during spring outings, and the one that the tour guide always held when traveling.

Then, a soft, feminine voice with infinite charm came from the loudspeaker, like honey mixed with poison.

"Good afternoon, poor Backlund pigs waiting to be slaughtered. In the name of the original witch, I, Panatia, say hello to you."

The original witch!

Klein's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to "teleport" to Audrey and take her away from here.

This is most likely a new plan of the Witch Sect. There are extraordinary abilities that can be spread through different channels just through language. Klein knows many of them, not to mention that the Witch's Sequence 8 is called "Instigator"!

At this time, after finishing the psychological suggestion, Audrey, who heard the movement, hurried over with her skirt in hand. She saw the strange device hanging on the street lamp at a glance. When she saw Mr. World's serious expression, she immediately understood the possibility. Something bad happened.

She immediately looked at "Gehrman Sparrow": "Mr. World, what happened just now?"

"I don't know." Klein stared at the speaker, "I'll take you away first..."

His voice was interrupted the next moment by a witch named "Panadia" coming from the loudspeaker:

"...Your missing family members, friends, children, and relatives may have all been captured by us. They were sent to various parts of the kingdom and became slaves... If they died of exhaustion, their bodies were burned to ashes and sprinkled into the kiln. If they escape, kill them and burn them to ashes..."

"Anyway, there will always be more people... you are like livestock or weeds... they will grow on their own after a while... right?"

The witch's voice contained a soft smile, and Audrey's face turned pale after hearing these words.

"Is it the witch sect that is selling people?" the noble girl said in disbelief, "and it is the royal family that accepts the people?"

"Is the king driving these people? What does the king want with such a huge population? If he wants to expand the army or build a new palace, he can directly speak up and discuss it with the House of Lords and the Church..."

Klein hesitated for a moment and could only whisper: "Before the war started, when I was still active at sea, 'Vice Admiral Disease' Witch Tracy admitted that she and the Witch Sect were involved in human trafficking. Later, I investigated and found that The pirate 'Crazy Captain' Connors Victor, who was engaged in human trafficking between the North and South continents, worked as an intermediary between the Witch Cult and Loen. When I investigated him, he was silenced again. Subsequent evidence and intelligence pointed out that The person who may have silenced him was—Ruen’s deputy director of MI9, Major General Qonas Kilger.”

Audrey was stunned for a long time, almost speechless.

"...Mr. World, I remember. I remember you mentioned in the Tarot meeting that you were tracking down the 'Crazy Captain'. You also said that we would like to help pay attention to Major General Qonas Kilger."

Audrey's green eyes widened: "But you didn't say that there is such a thing in it... Mr. World, you don't seem to be surprised at all by what the witch said. In fact, you already know all this?" Have you investigated it yet?"

I have indeed investigated all this, but how can I tell you all this, you are still a noble of Loen... Klein fell into a somewhat awkward silence, and the Feysac Empire newspaper handed over by Ms. D was still in source. In the debris pile on the fort. He didn't want to throw it away, and he didn't want to look at it anymore. He put it there, as if he could temporarily escape from the suffocating truth of the world.

In the intriguing silence, the loudspeaker still played the witch's lazy voice unhurriedly:

"It's a pity that your lives are so cheap, just like a thousand pigs that have to be killed for a banquet. Even if so many people die, it is still not enough to build a beautiful mausoleum or even a kiln for His Majesty the King. The holes can’t even be filled.”

"His Majesty the King and the royal family need more people at their disposal, so we are going to arrest more people, from the Southern Continent, from the East District, from the lower streets, from countless slums in every city. Haha, you really should Thanks to us, we have eliminated the redundant population."

Audrey took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

If it were me half a year ago, I might not realize the viciousness of this sentence at all, and I might even think it makes some sense.

In the past, I knew nothing about the lives of the poor. Under the influence of education and other people's attitudes, I subconsciously felt that they were a group that hindered development and affected the appearance of the city. But when I actually participated in some charity activities, I discovered that there are no redundant people at all, and there are almost no people who don’t work hard, because such people will die early. Everyone is working hard to live. Even if they have an empty stomach, they have to go to the dock to carry heavy objects for a day. They hurt their waists and may even be unable to stand upright for life. Some people become orphans at a young age. If they are lucky enough not to steal, He was beaten to death when he was young, but he did not die accidentally in the factory. There will be a fatal job of "chimney cleaning" waiting for these children later.

More people just live as usual, but maybe due to an accident, a theft, or an illness, they lose their livelihood and fall into the most miserable situation, but they still struggle to survive.

How could they be redundant?

In any case, God has said that devout people, regardless of poverty or wealth, can go to the Kingdom of God, but evildoers cannot.

Human souls are equal and unequal. They are human life and origin...

And when she mentioned her origin, the first thing Audrey thought of was the people from the Southern Continent and her second brother who was killed in battle, which made her feel uncontrollably sad, even though she knew that dying in a war was normal.

Audrey took another deep breath.

Then, she looked at Klein who seemed to be thinking about something.

As a mid-sequence audience member, Audrey easily judged Klein's thoughts through his subtle expressions and movements, combined with her own feelings and true personality of "Gehrman Sparrow" Audrey fully understood Klein's concerns.

"Sorry, Mr. World, I was a little rude just now. But I am already an adult and can be responsible for my own choices. I should also be responsible for my noble status."

Audrey said seriously: "I have been working hard to learn, accept and understand the world today. I know there are many bad things in it. But as a person living in this country, I have the right to know about it. Good or bad. If you have any other information about the Great Smog, please tell me all. Rather than living a noble life in a glass house, I want to try to accept the nature of the world."

So what is the nature of the world?

that is--

"Are you curious why we have to do so much for the royal family?"

When she said these words, Panatia couldn't help but laugh. The beautiful laughter was full of flamboyant viciousness, which made people shudder:

"Because His Majesty the King allows me to kill as many people as I want in the East District!"

"The Great Smog is my masterpiece, my most satisfying masterpiece!"

"I only need to move my hand gently, and you will fall down in pieces, as clean and tidy as a manicured lawn. Ten thousand or twenty thousand deaths are not enough. Fifty thousand, one hundred thousand, or even more A lot! When I saw you being slaughtered by me like livestock, when I saw you dying in pain in the smog, when I saw you holding the bodies of your family members and crying, I almost laughed out loud!"

"Be as desperate as you want, be as painful as you want, be as angry as you want!"

"Because you people who have no power are as mean as blades of grass. Even if I step on you, I won't lower my head and take a second look."

It was so quiet in Councilor Macht's mansion that from just now, Klein and Audrey heard constant noises and curses coming from the streets, as well as the police yelling to maintain order. Klein also heard the decree, but it didn't seem to take effect.

Is it a witch's conspiracy?

It seems that it is not very important now.

"...As you can see, Audrey, this is the truth."

The stern-faced Gehrman Sparrow calmly looked at the noble girl clenching her fists, feeling tired again and again: "That's it, King George III cooperated with the Witch Sect for a certain purpose, and the Witch Sect helped him buy and sell. population, and he allowed the top leaders of the Witch Sect to launch the Great Smog, and the third prince was just the victim who was pushed to the stage. That's it, Miss Justice, that's it."

The blond and blue-eyed aristocratic girl stood quietly. She looked at the device in the distance that was constantly sending crazy laughter. She felt that her world, her own knowledge, and her pride due to the country's strength were all blurred. It broke silently at this moment.

Klein looked at her silently. He wanted to laugh, to laugh like a witch, to laugh at this damn world and these damn high-ranking and powerful people, but he couldn't laugh. He just felt too exhausted to speak.

…

The Witch of Despair laughed so hard that she was out of breath. It was like a demonic sound piercing her ears. The sound waves shook the young hunter's head and made him dizzy. He could hardly help but be infected by the pain and despair described by the other party.

She heard a soft sound like glass breaking inside her body.

At the moment of death, her potion was completely digested.

"Ah, what a pity..."

Panatia closed her eyes. She heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed from behind, and a regretful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"I also seriously thought about what color I would choose as my codename if I became 'ageless'."

Sharp silver light erupted on her neck, and her beautiful head fell to the ground. No one cared about her regrets, unwillingness and dreams.

Like the straw she never cared about.

TBC

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