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

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Late at night on August 1st.

This period of time was quite difficult for the Intis garrison in the southern continent.

Ever since news came from the country far away in the Northern Continent last month that the great Eternal Blazing Sun had died and the well-known Evil God True Creator had become the new Sun God, everyone felt as if they were mourning for their heirs. The service life of the garrison is about ten years. After leaving their hometown and coming to this barbaric, bloody and dangerous land, faith has become the only spiritual support for the garrison, and they will become more pious than before.

Especially at this disturbing moment, when they sought the solace of faith, they were told that the most pious and kind-hearted elderly priest in the church locked himself in the confessional and followed the eternal sun in the middle of the night. .

This elderly deacon had a certain reputation in the colony. He used to treat the lower class people in the colony as equals, generously funded local education and charity, and treated everyone as an eternal martyr of faith. His death intensified the panic among Sun believers in the colony and the local garrison.

During this month, the garrison troops waited tremblingly for their country and the new church to issue transfer orders to them, but Intis' country seemed to have forgotten about this group of people, or was thinking about how to deal with it. They then gradually became numb as they waited day after day, but they were confident that their country would never abandon their precious colonies, so they relaxed and continued to return to their former happy and happy lives.

Anyway, based on the ethics of professional soldiers, they cannot surrender.

The best thing may be to withdraw to the country and replace them with a new group of people. Because the madmen in the colony will not accept their surrender, and their families who rely on the titles they obtained in the colonies and live a happy life on the titles will fall into the abyss overnight because of their surrender.

In the past, because of the strong national power of Intis, the garrison could do whatever they wanted in the colony. They could take away the women they liked and take away the things they liked. They did not have to pay for food, even if it was just the most ordinary woman. Even a junior sergeant can carry a weapon with arrogance in the market, not allowing anyone to look up at him, and beating people to death in the street is just a pretentious form of confinement and compensation. Mild people tend to obey in order to save their lives, except for those crazy people.

But now Intis's attitude may have changed. If the Highland Resistance Army really takes the opportunity to attack, and he and others are unable to fight back, then they will have no choice but to die and pray to their relatives far away in their home country before they die. They were able to successfully receive their fallen soldiers’ pensions.

Positions changed, but the country maintained an ambiguous silence.

"What are those cultists thinking?"

Wilson opened the door and walked in. When he saw the ham placed on the table of his colleagues, he looked away uncomfortably and his Adam's apple rolled: "You went to let the canteen open fire privately again. Our current supplies are limited, so we have to stay." Keep it, just in case!”

Flami laughed and pointed to the white bread and vegetable soup on the table: "You want to eat some too?"

They were talking in Intis language. The highland mixed-race maid in the corner was kneeling with a low eyebrow and had no reaction to the masters' conversation - she didn't understand much Intis language, and she hadn't even gone to school for a few days. Apart from appearance, there is only a virtue called obedience and meekness.

In many Intis homes, servants are not allowed to speak the local language.

Wilson shook his head. He reached out and patted the table. His eyes swept over the white bread and vegetable soup, as well as the maid in the corner who placed herself there like an object. He frowned:

"And you keep the Highlanders to yourself."

"These brown-skinned bastards are very active! I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup their cult has fed them. They are getting bolder and bolder. Today they just caught a slave who wanted to escape from the army."

Wilson didn't like to get along with the Highlanders. When he was a junior officer, he had encountered Highlander guerrillas more than once. These madmen not only killed the enemy, but also killed their own people. Fortunately, all he encountered were These stragglers, whose equipment was not as good as their own, did not really encounter those cultists who were said to have terrifying power. It is said that some people can suck the life and soul of living people, some officers will be covered in their own quilts in their sleep, and some people just slip on the road and have their heads pierced by stones that suddenly appear, or fall. He went down and was hanged on the cliff by vines.

Recently, they have been a little restless and their actions have become more planned. I heard that a former cult leader has returned.

"The Slave Act has been abolished. You should call them free men and mercenaries. Although they don't get paid much, they are indeed free." Flammy smiled and took a sip. He didn't have the same worries as his companions about thick soup bread, because he believed that most of the people in the colony were stupid, savage and silent inferior creatures, and it was undeniable that there were indeed a small number of smart people who could make the lives of the masters more comfortable.

He commented so casually, but the highland mixed-race woman in the corner still lowered her head motionlessly, like a delicate ornament.

"The rebels have always made no distinction between ourselves and the enemy. Anyone who surrenders to us will be killed. Our mercenaries have nowhere to escape, so of course we can only fight them to the death."

Flammy commented nonchalantly, which was also a common perception. The highlanders in the colonies are usually docile and silent, but they are always crazy when forced into desperate situations. They are suitable for fighting, suitable as death squads or cannon fodder, and suitable war consumables.

Masters habitually ignored their humble slaves, and Wilson was always wary of this darker-skinned people. As if aware of the gazes of others, the mixed-race woman kneeling on the ground raised her head and met Wilson's gaze.

She did not dare to neglect, and immediately stood up with her stiff and numb legs, and meekly lowered her head to Wilson:

"Are you looking at me? Sir, what can I do for you?"

The other party's attitude made Wilson's face look a little better. The humility of countless submissive people in this land always fascinates them. He dismissed the maid casually and asked her to pour him a cup of tea. Immediately afterwards, Wilson's eyes swept across the place where the maid was standing just now, and suddenly frowned:

"Where's that antique you treasured?"

Flami's movement of eating the bread stiffened for a moment, and he smiled without changing his expression: "I took it back to the warehouse."

"Don't you always like to show it off? Why did you suddenly put it away?" Wilson didn't believe it. He looked around his colleagues' residence and found an even bigger doubt, "Why is she the only maid? Don't you always Do you all show off the number of maids you have? The last time I was a guest, there were at least four maids standing in the living room!"

Flami laughed dryly: "My financial situation is not very good recently, so I sent them all back..."

"Are you preparing to escape?" Wilson said suddenly, "I remember that some pirate ships would dock at the private harbor from time to time!"

"What pirate ship?" a voice asked.

Flammy's expression suddenly became dull, and an overlapping figure appeared in his eyes, but Wilson, who was standing directly opposite him, did not notice anything unusual. He only heard his colleague say in a stiff voice:

"...In the Rose School's private port, there are always pirate ships and maritime smuggling ships paying to dock for supplies. They are willing to send officers from the garrison to the Rhoside Islands for three hundred gold louis per person..."

After saying these words, Flami said in a very strange tone: "Barranca, who is managing the private port?"

"It's a resentful spirit."

A loud and eerie sound floated in from the window, the wind blew the gauze curtains, and the soft gauze curtains gently fell on Wilson's arms. Without making a sound, his neck was broken by the curtains and dragged. Arrived at the window.

Flammy snapped his fingers.

Snap, like a magic suddenly happened, or like some kind of surreal photography, the bodies of the two people in the room suddenly expanded, slipped from their clothes, and turned into square pieces of toast. The quality is better than the white bread on the table.

Their spirit bodies were crushed and reduced to basic spirituality, and sprinkled on bread like butter, adding a special layer of spirituality to these foods, which both extraordinary people and ordinary people can feel. to a unique taste.

Richard floated out and landed lightly on the ground.

Each of the toasts grew thin limbs. Under the command of the angel, they jumped out of the window in a line and landed in the big sack prepared nearby. Everything was full of a weird and terrifying fairy tale atmosphere.

"Three hundred gold louis per person, this is not a small amount." Richard said, "It seems that the manager of the private port gets a lot of commission?"

You also want a share of this... Barranca was speechless: "Originally, Zatwin was in charge, but he is still in the Northern Continent, and the private port was handed over to a resentful spirit. After returning, I asked Maiham to Go ask questions."

"I remembered, was it because Steve was chasing Sharon and he died that he sent Zatwin there? You guys are really sending them one by one. Find a time to bring Zatwin back, Renee He is particularly dead but not stiff. I remember that his good apprentice, Little Sharon, was already a resentful spirit when she escaped. Maybe a puppet will be needed to be promoted now." Richard rubbed his fingers and removed a rough patch on his nails. After smoothing the flat areas, he sat on the window sill and enjoyed the night view of the garrison area, snapping his fingers.

Everyone in the military area suddenly opened their eyes at the same moment, with crazy and bloodthirsty lights flashing in the darkness.

Also shining with cold light were their guns and daggers. They were wearing pajamas and fighting together regardless of you and me. Those who reacted a little slower often didn't even have time to snort, and were punctured like a bag filled with water. He was bleeding, and finally fell to the ground like a broken barrel, slowly shriveled up and became cold, and was trampled back and forth by others. Everyone was controlled by extremely crazy emotions, and it was difficult for them to imagine that they could still shoot. Therefore, some people went crazy and lifted huge rocks and smashed other people's heads like watermelons. Dirty blood fell on the equally dirty heads. On dirty land. Someone bumped into a candlestick or torch in the chaos, allowing the fire to spread wildly, igniting everything that could be burned.

"...Don't you want to turn it into food?"

"..." Richard held his chin and hesitated, "Don't you think it's interesting to enjoy such a scene? It doesn't matter. I remember that the east side is their granary. Just don't let the fire spread there."

"I'm going to take a walk around the church later. Do you think the Church of the Creator is willing to recycle the church? Those murals are very valuable."

At this moment, there was a series of crisp sounds of items being smashed behind them. The tray in the mixed-race maid's hand was tilted, and the scalding tea and the exquisite tea set were all smashed to pieces on the ground. The steaming tea made her shoes wet. And she looked at the clothes scattered on the ground by the owner and guests, and at the fire and chaos outside the window, her eyes were dull, she didn't yell, but she couldn't say a word.

Li looked at her, stretched out his hand and said hello.

"Good evening, ma'am."

The angel said, "You are free now."

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August 5th, Trier, Intis.

Today is a day when the sun is shining brightly. On such days, people tend to be superstitious that good things will happen to them.

John hoped so too. He nervously arranged his worn-out shirt, put on his jacket carefully, and covered up the embarrassing holes on the back of his shirt. For the first time in his life, he mustered up the courage to approach the high-rise building in the downtown area. A cathedral with a tall spire pointing directly at the sun.

There was already a long queue in front of the cathedral. John looked at the simple signs on the wall, and then at the leaflets in his hands that had been repeatedly folded and wrinkled. He swallowed and approached one of the queues.

As soon as he entered the team, he looked around and immediately regretted it - it was broken, he should have worn more tattered clothes!

What if I dress well enough to make the priests feel that I am still alive and do not get the low-income people subsidy?

Thinking of this, he could hardly control the urge to go back and change clothes immediately, but curiosity and luck made him stop and follow the team slowly closer.

Soon, he was in line.

Sitting behind the table was a man in red clothes and a red hood. He was writing something at his desk. When John timidly approached the table, he said impatiently, as if in a hurry: "Name."

"John, John...Cobb." He almost forgot his last name, which made John blush.

The man in red robe quickly wrote down the name:

"What's your weekly salary? What's your job? How many people are there in your family?"

John almost didn't follow the adult's question. He thought quickly, and then said with some embarrassment: "The job is... moving things at the dock. Sometimes I can get a louis a week. Sometimes I can't find a job and I have to go to work." I pick up some old newspapers and recycle them to earn a few copper coins... I have no other relatives, just me."

The young man in red robe was not surprised. He quickly recorded the information, then pointed to the side with the pen in his hand: "Put your hand up and say, 'I didn't lie.'"

John followed his pen and noticed that the dark thing on the table was not an ink bottle, but a strange black square. While he was wondering what the other person's words meant, he put his hand on the black square and said, "I..."

As soon as the words came out, John suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a whip soaked in water was whipped from his forehead. He subconsciously wanted to retract his hand, but the shadow next to the table suddenly climbed up. , pressed his hand tightly on the black square.

There was no time to be shocked by everything in front of him. He just wanted to finish speaking quickly and get relief:

"I did not lie……!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp pain in his mind suddenly disappeared, and the shadow quietly shrank back.

John quickly took his hand back as if he had been burned, his chest heaved violently, and he looked at the strange square with fear.

"Well, you didn't lie."

"Starting from next week, you will be able to receive a louis stipend per week at the nearest church. If you are sick and unable to work, you can also go to the church to apply for medicine and treatment. Remember to go back and spread the word about this so that more people can People feel the gospel and mercy of the Lord.”

The young man in red stamped the file and whispered: "Effective!"

A golden light flashed, and John suddenly felt that the piece of paper in front of him seemed to have some connection with himself. He opened his mouth in shock and said in disbelief: "Is this, is this good?"

You can receive one louis a week, and you can rent a shop on the ground. You will no longer go hungry or eat old newspapers on the street to satisfy your hunger!

“Is the Lord’s mercy fake?”

The young man knocked on the table impatiently: "Praise the Lord, next one!"

"Praise the Lord!" John took the certificate tremblingly as if receiving baptism, and crossed himself on his chest with unprecedented piety, "Praise you! Great Creator! You, you are the God of gods, Thank you for giving me the chance to live!"

The young man in red snorted and waved his hand, signaling the next person to come forward.

He left happily, still reciting the hymns of the Creator that he had just learned from the tracts.

Not far from the long queue, the Creator observed these people for a long time, observing the joy of being reborn on their faces, and then walked into the shadows with the people around him.

TBC

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so tired! ! Take the exam quickly! ! Such days are too torture! ! !

It’s no surprise that the reviews of this book are seriously polarized... After all, excellent top-level online articles like Mystery will have critical readers like me. Everyone’s understanding is different. Even if some people think that Aurora is a thorn in the side of this book, I will not Not surprisingly. Of course, I like to hear compliments, this is human nature!