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

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"You want to know the recipe for the 'Soothsayer' Path Sequence 3?"

Klein found the Dark Saint in a factory affiliated with the Aurora Society. To his surprise, the Dark Saint did not stay in the base hidden underground today and needed to go through the correct "door" to find it. Work directly while walking around the building.

"Just wait a moment."

There were only two Saints in the corridor. The Dark Saint asked Klein to wait for a moment, then opened the door and entered an office at hand. In the office, another acquaintance of Klein, Mr. Z with dark green eyes, was busy with a large pile of documents.

Kesma asked straight to the point: "Has the damage to the factory been calculated? Has the personnel loss been calculated? When can work resume? Can the order for the Intis factory be completed within the specified time?"

Mr. Z showed a sleep-deprived face:

"Our factory was not seriously affected, only one building was lost due to stray bullets. All the machinery in the building was scrapped, 23 workers died, and the rest are lying in charity hospitals. I am contacting the recycling company to dispose of these wastes. The iron is sold.”

While muttering, he reached out and searched among the pile of documents:

"On the day of the bombing on July 19, our factory was working normally. Some people participated in the demonstration after get off work in the evening, and some were bombed on their way home. After all, the North District and Jorwood District were the most severely affected... …This is today’s personnel sign-in form, it’s from the 19th, it’s been five days, and if nothing else, those who didn’t come must have been killed.”

Kesma picked up the two forms, glanced at them a few times, and then put them down.

Mr. Z asked hesitantly: "If they are killed after get off work, it is not considered a work-related injury, right? Should we provide subsidies according to the standards for work-related injuries?"

"Our factory is not very efficient this quarter, and we have to spend a lot of money to purchase new machines..."

Klein, who was standing at the door and watching, also saw the form with many names crossed out. Hearing this sentence, he was stunned and suddenly remembered that there was no accident insurance, no pension, no protection for low-income people in this world, and no Medical insurance.

Even if there is, most people will not allocate some money to pay for illusory insurance when they can't even eat a few bites.

There is no guarantee for people's lives. How many days they can survive after being sick, injured, or unable to work depends entirely on the conscience of the factory owners.

Kesma was silent for a second, feeling sorry for the dying gold pound in his heart, and then asked Mr. Z:

"Don't you want to go to heaven?"

Mr. Z’s eyes suddenly widened, and he showed a distorted expression as if he had been accused of ungodly faith. His facial features blended together for a moment, and finally opened a gap: “My devotion to the Lord exceeds my cherishment of life! "

"I would give my life for doing good!"

He picked at his face a few times and pulled out his two eyeballs from the twisted flesh. Then he grabbed the official seal at hand and stamped it on a certain official document: "For the Lord! For the sake of these poor lambs." The families can find comfort! They can all receive work injury compensation!”

Sure enough, it was still the Aurora Society... Klein had a hard time looking straight at it.

"If the benefits are really not good, just give it 70 or 80 percent, and you'll see."

The Dark Saint said: "Remember to pay their wages for this month first. In addition, you can find a time to arrange recruitment."

Mr. Z adjusted his face back and spoke with a spirit of sacrifice: "I understand, Your Excellency."

"When necessary, I will also spend my savings to help these lambs."

"I am gratified by your awareness." The Dark Saint winked at Klein. They exited the room and closed the door.

"Mr. Arrange work, "You know, this factory is not very big to begin with, and its business is very limited. Our factory lost a lot of skilled workers during the demonstrations, and new people need to be trained for a few days before they can take up the job. What if this month If our orders cannot be delivered on time, we will have to pay huge liquidated damages and may even go bankrupt."

"Um."

Klein nodded. He thought about whether there was anyone around him who needed work, but he didn't think of it for a moment.

So he asked again: "When do you plan to start recruiting workers?"

The Dark Saint walked in front and chatted with him: "Recruitment has already begun, but looking for skilled workers in the East District is basically equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack. Our recruitment is mainly for workers in the Jowood District, who are slightly better than those in the East District."

Klein thought about the work of moving sandbags at the overcrowded pier in the East District, and reluctantly confirmed this sentence.

"However, we are not full yet. We plan to recruit more people. Regardless of belief, helping those who are suffering in the war without discrimination is to pave the way for our future ascension..." said the Dark Saint. After a while, Klein couldn't quite understand the words but thought they were very biblical, "Run is not at peace now. The Lord has returned to the position of the sun. We don't dare to expand. We might have to retreat to Intis at some point. "

"Then what will happen to the people in the factory here?"

The Dark Saint shook his head: "We can only look at it when the time comes."

Klein opened his mouth, then fell silent.

They walked side by side to the office of the Dark Saint. The latter became much more relaxed in the familiar environment and asked proactively:

"Do you have any clues about Sequence 3?"

"I know the name." Klein said, "The Sequence 3 potion of the 'Soothsayer' pathway is called 'Ancient Scholar'."

"It's a good name. You'll know how to play it as soon as you hear it."

The Dark Saint took out a book from the bookshelf and rummaged inside for a moment: "The path of 'Divination' is managed by the Secret Order. It is said that the leader of the Secret Order, Zaratul, seems to have returned to normal, but due to the main After managing Intis, He did not go back and his whereabouts are unknown.”

Zaratul didn't return to Intis? Klein was a little strange, but also a little expected.

Intis now believes in the True Creator and doesn’t know what it will be like.

"The records of the Aurora Society contain relevant records about the high sequence of diviners... It should be this, but the name of the potion is not mentioned. According to relevant records, the promotion ceremony of this sequence involves time, and the potion formula involves a Very rare and ferocious spiritual creatures, they are powerful and appear in groups, making them difficult to hunt..."

The Dark Saint read for a while, then turned to look at Klein:

"I will sort out the information for you later. I remember that it has not been long since you were promoted to Sequence 4. It seems that it has not been a month? Don't be so anxious. Stabilize yourself first and slowly accumulate merit. The Aurora Society will definitely be able to obtain the 'ancient scholar' now." 'Recipe of the channel."

Stabilizing yourself and slowly accumulating merit are the normal steps for promotion in all organizations, whether official or secret.

Klein nodded. After calming down, he felt that he had indeed acted a little too hastily. However, it is also a normal step to collect the magic potion formula in advance. The collection process may take several months or even years, so there is absolutely time for acting. What's more, after completely witnessing the king's atrocities and the ugly appearance that covered everything up, when he thought that such a person would continue to live aloof while innocent and pitiful people continued to die because of him, Klein almost became restless, and he was also very upset. It's hard to calm down and figure it out slowly.

During this time, he tried to contact Audrey to make an appointment for psychological treatment, but what was terrible was that Audrey seemed to have also suffered some blows from reality, and it would take a period of cultivation before he could provide Klein with psychological counseling.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. World."

On the gray fog, Audrey's mood was very low.

"Because I have encountered danger, and now there are more extraordinary people in the family who are responsible for protecting me. During this time, it is difficult for me to have real alone time. I am afraid that I will not be able to provide you with psychological treatment."

Klein could only express understanding.

"Mr. World, may I ask, are you still Dwayne Dantes?"

"Yes."

Audrey suddenly seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and spoke rather eagerly:

"Please help me pay attention to some foundation matters. Many people were injured or even lost their lives in the bombing. They need help. There is a clerk named Martha in the foundation. Her legs were injured in the bombing. Now she is in In the hospital, she still has a sister and a disabled father to support. Can you please help me check on her condition? There is also a gentleman named James, who is our accountant. His family is now missing... We Many people in the foundation have fallen... As a director, I am applying to you to withdraw funds from the foundation to support the injured, and I will use the remaining part..."

Audrey paused for a moment. When she said this, she suddenly remembered that she had already handed over the part of the family property that had been divided to her when she became an adult. She handed over 400,000 pounds in cash to Mr. Ernst. The embarrassment of the family has worsened.

Now her financial income has shrunk to only one-sixth of what it used to be, leaving almost no money left to help the foundation.

Audrey's mood suddenly became even lower, and she was almost speechless:

"...Can the foundation still operate normally?"

With the face of "Gehrman Sparrow" on his face, Klein silently thought about what happened in the Hall family, which could make an "audience" lose control of his mood, and make Audrey, who used to be generous and confident, The lady showed her current expression.

Partly to reassure him, and partly because he did have the financial resources, Klein nodded:

"Can."

Audrey was obviously relieved and a smile appeared on her face:

"That's great, Mr. World, that's great."

"Thanks……"

So Klein said goodbye to Audrey and went to work on the foundation's post-disaster reconstruction.

As a result, it seems that because Audrey almost died in the bombing, the Hall family now does not let the young lady go out. The foundation could not find the director, and the staff suffered a lot of losses. Most matters were left to the hands of the person in charge, Mr. Dawn Dantès.

Mr. Dwayne Dantès had no choice but to brace himself up and start working in the face of countless expectant eyes. The work of the foundation could bring some comfort to his soul and make up for the pain of his previous powerlessness. In this way, Klein started a busy life of foundation and home, occasionally participating in dances, banquets, afternoon tea and veterans' club activities, which was boring and troublesome.

However, it’s okay to keep finding things to do for yourself every day to stop yourself from thinking wildly.

"If you're in a hurry and need a recipe, try praying."

The Dark Saint closed the book, hinting at Mr. Mr. Since he is a "favored one", the Lord will give him some revelations.

Pray to the True Creator? Klein hesitated for a while.

The probability of success is quite high. Maybe the real creator will throw the formulas and rituals of the "ancient scholar" directly into his hands, but can he hold them with peace of mind?

That is definitely not possible.

It's better to run the Eastern Continent first... Klein didn't show too many emotions and nodded.

"Is there anything you can do to accumulate merit recently?" he asked.

Mr. The Dark Saint, who had thought that the other party would always act alone like a non-staff member, was a little surprised: "There has been nothing happening recently. We have long begun to shrink our forces and are ready to retreat to Intis at any time... If you just want to accumulate some merits, If so, now only the Human Resources Department needs manpower to recruit workers.”

"Not only is he busy, he also has very few achievements." The Dark Saint reminded him.

The implication is that you should not be like Mr. A, a dignified god or holy man who competes with lower-level members for jobs.

Recruiting? Klein just asked casually. He was very busy during this period. Not only did he have to find a new office building for the foundation, but he also kept going to the hospital to comfort the wounded. He also occasionally used demigod-level divination to find the whereabouts of the missing people. People who have no time to participate in the construction of the Aurora Society.

"I hope everything goes well for you." He was about to leave.

The Dark Saint marked the cross on his body that Klein was very familiar with: "May the Lord bless you, too."

…

Southern Continent, Highland Colony.

"Lord Si'a should really stop indulging the Angel of Temperance! Look what he is saying all day long!"

At the gathering place where the top leaders of the Rose School of Thought gathered, "The Silent One" Maihams pulled his hair hard with both hands, with a ferocious expression:

"It was like this a hundred years ago, and it's still like this a hundred years later. Why does He have such a lack of reverence for God? The Mother Tree of Desire gives us strength and the capital to resist, but He only thinks about when all day long The bound God can tear himself apart and feed it to Him! Is this ridiculous? There should be a limit to disrespecting God, not to mention that He calls himself the Angel of Temperance!!"

He took off two handfuls of his thinning golden curls and cursed endlessly:

"I can't wait as soon as I have a little improvement! Have you forgotten that you were forced to leave the Rose School of thought because you were too radical? What we need now is to wait and see how the Creator Church of Intis changes, instead of just thinking that the Creator seems to have a good temper. Hurry and drive away the garrison!"

Taufik counted the time with a stopwatch and reminded:

"Lord Maihams, you have one minute left before you should continue to be careful about your words and actions."

"you shut up!"

Mahams opened his mouth and cursed for five minutes. Tawfiq turned into a puppet with a snap, holding a stopwatch in his hand that also turned into a wooden toy. The puppet rolled on the ground, still holding the stopwatch hard.

"I asked Master Si'a for instructions, and I begged him to give some small warnings to the Angel of Temperance. The words were sincere and sincere, but it didn't work! There was civil strife in the northern continent, and the status of the people in the southern continent was naturally improved. He opened his mouth and said, 'What a good opportunity? Why don't you do it?' Take advantage of this moment to drive back the Intis garrison and force Intis to hold his nose and admit our independence! 'It's so easy to say that, you bastard! What if Intis doesn't admit it? What can we, the highland rebels, do with us? Intis is on par with us! Not to mention military strength and high-level power, our equipment was all purchased when Intis was dumping defective arms! I still remember the price! Fifty thousand gold Louis!"

Mahamus blamed Tao, vented his anger on the puppet, and then asked breathlessly:

"Is the minute up?"

The puppet nodded desperately.

"I really can't stand the Angel of Temperance. When I see the war in the Northern Continent, I want to drive away the garrison. When I see a slight chance of victory, I want to restore the country. We have already reached this point. Can't we endure it a little longer?"

Mahamus cursed and took out a pair of golden nails from his pocket and pierced his upper and lower lips.

Although his mouth could no longer speak, his eyebrows and eyes continued to output intensely.

Suddenly, the flame of a red candle lit in the corner suddenly expanded, reflecting an illusory black door.

Mahams, who was facing the candle, suddenly twitched his brows and moved his body reluctantly to the side.

"A good idea, but I think it can be modified slightly. I will first blow up the base of the Intis garrison into the sky, and then turn everyone into food. You will eat the food, so that there will be no evidence to prove it."

A hand stretched out from the illusory black door and threw a suitcase onto the table. Immediately afterwards, Richard Ernst passed through the door. He patted the dust on his windbreaker, swatted away a spiritual creature that followed him and wanted to slip into the real world, and smiled at Mahamus.

"You say such dangerous things again."

Mahomes simply removed the nails.

"What if I cause Intis' anger?"

"Oh, Maihams, in the decades since I was gone, not only have you grown older, but your soul has also grown older."

Richard picked up Tawfik, dusted him off and put him on the table. He glanced at the demigod with golden curly hair casually and sighed in disappointment:

"Have you ever thought that the independence of the Highland Colonies itself will make Intis angry. No matter what we do, no matter when we wait, should they be angry when we do this?"

"Wasn't there a consul who was a little gentler towards the colonies before? Could that be a good opportunity?"

"You don't know anything, McHames."

The Temperance Angel sneered: "The church has changed. The Creator says that good deeds are the standard for going to heaven. Intis gradually returns to the theocratic society. This is our only chance in the highlands. If you don't take action now, you will have to count on the Creator to wave his hand. Incorporate us into Intis territory? Turn us from a colony into an enclave?”

Maihams's chest heaved violently:

"Even so, Your Highness, you should at least achieve a certain tacit understanding with the Church of the Creator——"

"When we reach a tacit understanding, we should call ourselves citizens of Intis!" Richard wanted to greet Maihams with highland populism. "The Creator may not care, but do you think the government and the church are willing to give up the huge benefits of the colony? Our mines , are our precious metals, our spices and specialty textiles just an insignificant part of Intis industry?”

"No, why should I waste my time with you?"

Richard frowned, stretched out his hand and patted the air gently. Mahamus, who was wearing a white robe, immediately hit the wall and flew out like a white badminton, hitting the bell tower in the distance.

"Next I'm going to be a little bit more ferocious."

Richard turned to the puppet who dared not breathe and said, "Tell me, who else objects?"

TBC

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Conquer people with virtue.