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

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"It's actually pretty boring, right?"

"I can't say it's boring, after all, that's how the world is."

In front of a small dessert shop on the street, Richard bent down and helped the elderly woman shopkeeper lift up the tables and chairs that had been knocked down by the chaotic crowd one by one, and wiped off the dirt on the way. Edward dug into the sundae in front of him with a spoon, looking at the people huddled in the distance.

The old woman shopkeeper thanked Richard seriously. Richard waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that it was nothing, and was finally given a small bag of biscuits as a gift.

He took the biscuits, pulled up a chair and sat next to Edward, and watched the chaotic and grand parade together.

"You know what this reminds me of?"

Edward glanced at his watch again with no interest: "Remember the Highland Kingdom more than a hundred years ago? I remember that at that time you were either busy quarreling or fighting every day, and you often couldn't help but bring the Northern Continent to ransom people. The agency collapsed."

"Why do you say that!"

Richard spoke righteously:

"As we all know, the 'mummy' culture of our highlands is just like the 'preserved remains' of Bairam. It is a national cultural feature that should be respected. So by turning them into mummies, I actually express my most straightforward respect for them. The highest respect.”

"You have good language skills."

"Ahem, I'm off topic."

Richard untied the bow ribbon carefully tied by the elderly shop owner, opened the delicate and cute little packaging bag, took out a piece of biscuit and put it into his mouth: "I feel that this country, every country, seems to be... Boiling a pot of water."

"Just like this, if the people can no longer survive, they will march and go on strike, and the nobles and managers will know to share more money. As long as there is still a mouthful of food to eat, people will not march anymore. This is like boiling water. , when the water is about to boil, add some cold water, and every time when it is about to boil, add some cold water. Over time, the water knows that as long as it boils, cold water will come down, and those who add cold water also know that as long as they operate it themselves If you do well, this pot of water will never boil."

The biscuits were made into the shape of cute little bears. Richard ate two pieces, but he didn't want to eat more because of the cuteness.

"So what happens if the water actually boils? It won't happen. Just change the pot of water."

What a joke, but Richard couldn't help laughing:

"People in this world seem to be heading in one direction in the end, which is to separate themselves from themselves. Not talking about obtaining divinity, nor talking about those ancient things of 'noble blood', it seems that as long as they become extraordinary and have power, even if they are Even if I can only light a spark that is about the same size as striking a match, I will subconsciously feel proud. As if I am no longer a mortal and above countless others."

"But they also need an anchor. It's really strange. They look down on people and need people at the same time. In the end, they will become this twisted look, right?"

Richard wanted to ask, "What does it feel like to kill a god?" But then he felt that his question seemed to put "god" on another level. Since it can still be killed, then whether it is a god or a People and death are all the same.

"By the way, what are you looking at?"

The melee in the distance began to simmer. Richard turned his head, and a stray bullet grazed the edge of his glasses frame and hit the gas lamp post behind him. Edward slowly and leisurely dug out a notch in the sundae in the glass goblet, and then pointed with his spoon:

"that person."

Li looked over: "Mr. X from the Aurora Society?"

"Then let's call him that."

Edward stared at Klein's back, not wanting to reach out and grab a handful. Instead, he thought of a new direction to attack the true Creator: "Do you know him? What's your evaluation of him?"

Richard recalled it carefully and said very pertinently:

"A nice guy."

"One of my investors introduced him and said that he might be able to cooperate with me. According to the investor's description, she felt that the other person had a good moral standard and could go further. And I happened to see him and a demigod, Amon. In the battle, he showed human empathy and did not transform other living people into marionettes because his life was threatened. Well, his emergency wisdom is not bad. I don't know about the combat skills, but it should be the same. It won’t be too bad.”

Edward scooped out a piece of cold cream and didn't put it into his mouth immediately:

"The True Creator wants to support him to become a new god. What do you think?"

Richard's eyebrows wrinkled immediately, and the expression on his face seemed to be asking why he couldn't help me with such a good thing.

He coughed and analyzed very seriously:

"I think that if he becomes a god with his personality, it might be a good thing for his country. But after all, I don't know him very well, so I can't be sure if he has other ideas."

As he spoke, Richard glanced at Klein again in the distance. He seemed to be using his extraordinary ability to separate the civilians and police officers who were fighting together. The civilians were now angrily beating a cardboard box and were unconscious. The police officers wandered away.

Richard's eyebrows furrowed again.

"Doesn't he have a position? I mean, what kind of person is he? I only know that he is a rich man, and he has the tendency to participate in politics. Then he must choose one between the Conservative Party and the New Party. Or should he actually A compromise moderate who doesn’t agree with either side?”

Edward took a sip of lemonade and watched Klein secretly maintain order and prevent the crowd from hurting each other:

"Probably the group that both sides disapprove of. Or maybe his idea is actually quite understandable, and he just doesn't want anyone to get hurt?"

"...Then he shouldn't become a god."

Richard said bluntly:

"He should become a diocesan bishop."

"With his personality and ability, if he doesn't change in the future, I believe he will be able to be a perfect person in his own parish who cares for children and poor people, and at the same time, he can make both the nobles and common people in the parish respect him. archbishop."

"But if he becomes a god... I can almost imagine the miserable situation in his country where he deceives the superiors and conceals the truth from the inferiors, and keeps being meek because he wants to avoid bloodshed."

"Yeah." Edward agreed with most of Richard's views.

"As you said, I think it may be a good thing for his country that he becomes a god, but I can't say how good it is. A god who is too moral will become a god of the country to some extent. There may be obstacles.”

"Maybe, but we haven't seen that kind of god, have we?"

Richard smiled. He no longer looked at the crowd that was gradually retreating, and his gaze paused on the clouds in the distance for a few seconds. He had a premonition, grabbed a small bag of biscuits and stood up: "I heard the sound, take a step first."

"As expected, even though I really hope that Backlund will ascend to heaven where he is, he still can't completely ignore the impending disaster."

Edward didn't respond. He still followed Klein with his eyes, wanting to see what was so special about this kid.

…

"No, there are too many people, and they are in a collective frenzy. I can't let them leave spontaneously!"

Klein squeezed out of the crowd and stood by the wall, watching with lingering fear as the people poured into the West End.

Through various means, Klein rescued dozens of people from the hands and feet of these irrational people, but he could not make these people change their direction or regain their sanity. Some of them were instigated by the witch and fell into extreme situations because of the disappearance of their family members. In their anger, their minds were filled with hatred for the country and the king. Some people were attracted by the group sentiments on the road and attracted the unemployed people after resonance.

A large number of people gathered on the streets, attracting other people who resonated with it. People cannot think in a group. Some people had no idea where the team was going, so they shouted slogans and followed the crowd towards the West District in a daze.

Silverfield and patrol teams kept coming to stop them, but their weapons and uniforms made the irrational people even more frantic. The casualties continued to increase. Even Klein couldn't take care of every particle in this chaos. Scattered bullets.

Klein was helpless. He had a way to reverse the direction of the large army. He only needed to cast an illusion spell on the leaders in front. But where should he let them go? Walk back to your home? Walk to the outskirts of town? Such a large group of people is dangerous wherever they are placed.

"At this time, if you want to bring everyone back to normal as quickly as possible, what is needed is the collective psychological influence of the 'audience', or the 'tranquility' of the Nighthawks... But with so many people, Archbishop Anthony must personally take action. Bar."

"The crowd has been gathering for more than ten minutes, and the Church of the Night should have reacted..."

Klein was thinking nervously while observing the surrounding situation.

Jowood District is under the jurisdiction of the Church of Storms, but in terms of secular politics, the Kingdom should be the first to respond. The church will maintain a relatively detached status. Only when all the kingdom's control methods fail, will the church step in with a protective stance.

People will also become more talkative at this time, after all, no one wants to fight against eternity after death.

Therefore, many things are complicated for the kingdom and the law to deal with, but become simple when the church intervenes.

The parade had entered the edge of Queens and collided head-on with military members who had been well prepared. Under the powerful obstruction of extraordinary abilities and weapons, the march of the marchers shouting "Bread!" and "Family!" finally slowed down a bit.

Klein, who had been following the team, breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel any relief.

"If the march ends and social order returns to normal, that's fine."

He thought hesitantly: "But after the march is over, will George III make a public statement? Will these people receive bread and food, or compensation to the families of the missing?"

The answer is obviously no.

It has been almost half an hour since the witch's speech ended, but the royal family and nobles have not reacted at all, as if they do not care about the people's anger at all, and even look at it with contempt. There are always people marching, and most people get no response. Klein didn't know how to get the people what they wanted, but it was definitely wrong to continue violent demonstrations like this.

The wind seemed to have picked up, causing Klein's collar to slap against his cheek several times.

He thought it was the people from the Church of Storms who had arrived to maintain law and order, but suddenly, his spiritual perception gave a subtle warning.

The wind does not blow from the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral.

Klein slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

He saw the clouds in the sky shattering, dozens of giant whales wrapped in metal suddenly pressing on top of his head, and the violent wind flipping off countless people's hats.

Many people noticed the sudden large shadow above their heads. They raised their heads, and their stress and fear soared to the limit at this moment. Even Klein, who has become a demigod, could not control the panic that an ordinary person showed when he saw the military airship group.

He looked at the airship in the sky and the people marching in front of him, and suddenly understood everything.

He suddenly understood why the church was standing still, and why the royal family and nobles were indifferent.

Not just because of arrogance, but also because...

……no need.

In his eyes, in less than five seconds, the airship's gun muzzle, machine gun muzzle, and throwing port were opened one after another, aiming downward.

Cannonballs slipped from the opening one after another, falling like rain to the ground and people below.

Many of the shells suddenly exploded in the air, but a person's strength was limited after all, and the remaining parts fell to the ground.

Explosions, wails, interrupted chants and accusations, everything is exploding, everything is burning, everyone is dying.

In an instant, Klein's world turned into hell.

Then, a howling hurricane took shape and blew rapidly from the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral. Countless sharp wind blades hit the airbag used for balance by the airship team. After a brief confrontation, Fusac's army did not Stopped and immediately turned to the West District.

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No. 22 Persfield Street, the office building where the Loon Student Aid Foundation is located.

Audrey was busy for a while, after calming down all the unstable staff and students who happened to be nearby, she finally had time to rest at her seat and take a sip of tea.

She sat in the director's seat. Although she was mentally exhausted and spiritually at her lowest point, she felt quite satisfied. She feels that she has helped others and is fulfilling her duties as a foundation director seriously.

She rested for a few minutes, stood up, and planned to open the curtains and open the window for some fresh air.

From here, you can directly see the "Clock of Order", a landmark building in Backlund, in the distance, making it easy to confirm the time.

"After I go back, let's see what my parents and Hibbert think about this matter... Of course, they won't believe it... Well, this is normal, if I hadn't heard so much at the Tarot meeting Analysis and foreshadowing, if you suddenly hear this speech, you will definitely not believe that she is true."

Audrey thought as she reached out to the half-open curtain and opened it completely.

She was just about to look for the "Block of Order" at the familiar spot in her eyes, when suddenly, an iron-gray thing passed through the corner of her eye and landed on the street to the left of the small building.

Boom!

The ground trembled violently, and Audrey suddenly lost her balance and stepped back until her legs hit the edge of the desk.

She closed her eyes subconsciously and was stunned for a moment by the loud noise, then she lowered her head blankly and looked at her hands. She saw that her sleeves and collar had been scratched, the glass exploded and shattered, and the scattered glass shards splashed onto her face at the moment.

After realizing this, Audrey fearfully reached out and touched her face, and found that she was protected by scales under her skin and was not really harmed.

The window without glass was open like a big mouth with sharp teeth, and the world outside the window was filled with thick smoke.

What just happened?

explode?

Before Audrey could fully understand, she had already taken a step forward and pushed the door open.

When she opened the door, she immediately heard countless screams exploding in the small building. Audrey pressed her temples and looked intently, her expression suddenly frozen.

Many people were falling to the ground with blood on their bodies and faces. It seemed that they were just as unlucky as me and were standing by the window, but they did not have the ability and defense of an extraordinary person to protect themselves. Cries and screams filled her ears, and the people who had finally been comforted by herself fell into panic and fear again. Those who still had reason were trembling while helping the injured people stop bleeding and explode. The girl with the scratched glass slowly woke up, and when she saw her current appearance in the mirror, she immediately let out a sad cry.

"Don't be afraid, everyone!"

"Don't panic, don't be nervous, we have to leave here now!"

Audrey shouted loudly, and the comforting power was sent out together with her voice, effectively alleviating the fear in people's hearts.

A pair of expectant eyes immediately looked at her, and Audrey swallowed nervously. She had never encountered such a thing before, and she actually expected her parents to come to her and help them leave. here.

Boom!

There was another loud noise and people stood unsteadily. This time it appeared on the right and seemed to be approaching them.

"It's a bombing!"

Audrey finally found the corresponding vocabulary from the history book. Her brain spun rapidly and she immediately thought of a countermeasure:

"Hel the wounded man up and let's go to the nearest subway station!"

"The underground area is safe!"

This building is in danger of collapsing, the basement is not safe, and it might become a disaster.

"Don't be afraid, we can escape! We can survive!"

Audrey said loudly and set an example. She took the initiative to pull up a staff member who could not stand up, and helped him lead the way to the stairs. Her actions powerfully inspired the people around her. If a pampered noble lady could remain calm and self-possessed in danger and find a way out, what reason would others have to not dare to move forward?

People helped each other stand up and went downstairs very quickly.

The ride downstairs was smooth, like the gap between explosions, nothing bad happened.

Audrey carefully observed the situation, then walked out of the door and walked against the wall towards the subway station. She saw that the streets in the distance were in ruins, with a large dent in the middle of the good row houses - as for the people inside, she didn't dare to think about it, for fear that fear and anger would affect her current judgment. .

Boom!

A huge explosion appeared not far away, and sand and rocks flew over like bullets. The wounded man being held by Audrey suddenly fell to the ground. Audrey was also pulled down by the opponent and had to hold on to the wall to continue standing.

"Miss Audrey!" The person behind immediately stopped.

"Don't worry, let's keep walking."

Audrey took a deep breath, stood firm on her legs, and exerted strength on her arms. With the ability of a mid-level Extraordinary, she easily pulled the wounded man up again. She was panting slightly. Although she was not tired, her heartbeat was already pounding. drum.

"We'll be there just after we turn the corner!" Someone from behind shouted to encourage morale.

That's right, we're just around the corner...

Audrey's heart was beating violently. She suddenly felt that her skirt was too much in the way. The bust that kept her decent was pressed tightly against her legs by the wounded. Not only was it inconvenient to walk, but it also made her skirt It was skewed into a strange shape. Walking with shoes with heels is also a bit inconvenient. Although extraordinary people can perfectly control their bodies, it is troublesome to be affected by the impact of the wounded when walking.

In this way, she led the small team all the way around the corner.

Boom!

This time, the explosion was as close as if it happened at your feet. At the moment of the shock, the person seemed to be flying weightlessly. The entire team fell to the ground in an instant, and even Audrey half-knelt down, her eardrums buzzing.

"ah!"

"above!"

Audrey looked up with difficulty, and happened to see the scene of the house collapsing around her.

Time seemed to slow down. She saw large and small bricks and building materials breaking away from the building itself, and raining down on the small escape team from a height of about ten meters.

The gravel fell on her golden hair, and the sand fascinated her green eyes.

Please save us.

Obviously, we are still a few meters away from the subway station...

Audrey closed her eyes and hugged the wounded man in her arms who was about the same age as herself. Her despair was stretched to the limit at this moment.

Snap.

Something hit her on the head. There was no death she was waiting for, nor was she waiting to be smashed into a pulp.

Blah blah blah...

More things hit the ground, and they bounced back to the sound of screams and cheers.

Audrey opened her eyes in confusion. She saw beautifully packaged candies and chocolates falling from the sky. The sand was still spread around, but countless large and small soft candies and hard candies were smashed to the ground and landed on the stone slabs. , falling on her shoulders.

A hand reached out to her.

Li looked at the girl who was covered in dust with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and sighed with emotion at the other party's skirt, which was made of expensive fabrics but was now completely scrapped. He stretched out his hand, and there were cookies in his hand that he didn't want to finish.

"You're brave. Want a cookie?"

He praised this familiar little girl: "Don't be afraid, you are safe now."

Audrey wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and looked at the palm of the other person's hand. The brown bear was smiling at her.

TBC

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Late but arrived.