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

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"Your Excellency, the Mystical Blood Saint."

Irena stepped forward quickly and called to the man in red robe who was about to leave at the corner: "There will be a meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Please attend on time."

The man in red robe turned his head, revealing a pale and beautiful face under his hood, holding a folder in his hand. Hearing the call of his companion, he first made a cross on his chest, and then asked in a hoarse voice:

"Dream or reality?"

"Reality." Irena said, although she also wanted to hold the meeting directly in her dream, "It is at the address of the last meeting. In addition, I have other questions. What do you think about Intis's current situation? What do you think of the parliamentary system?”

Mr. A, who had become a saint, stood there and thought for a few seconds, and his voice became a little deeper: "They are not pious enough."

Irena sighed. This is the difficulty in getting along with fanatics: talking about piety with some nobles is a very stupid thing... The more ignorant they are, the more pious they are, and the more people who have a lot of resources are interested in them. The understanding of this world becomes more thorough, and most of the nobles and rich people often only cooperate with the church to make profits. Even Irena has difficulty finding a few people in her family who are devout to the Eternal Blazing Sun. Even she, who has become a saint and will most likely succeed the future chief priest of the Cathedral of Light, is not very pious to the true Creator.

Strictly speaking, she just yearns for light, warmth, sun and some beautiful things.

"The change of faith needs to be gradual. It is difficult for nobles to sincerely turn to the Lord before they are forced into a desperate situation."

"Then they should disappear." Mr. A said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Isn't that the church's plan as well."

"Not yet."

Although her feelings for the family are limited, the family has given her the capital to become a strong middle-class person and has also allowed her to live a superior and prosperous life. Irena should consider it for the Montemar family: "The church has already taken out a plan We just need to follow the Lord’s guidance and implement the corresponding plan.”

After moving out of the Lord, Mr. A immediately stopped making comments and crossed himself devoutly.

Irena breathed a sigh of relief: "You have recently been responsible for preaching to people at the bottom and subsidizing social welfare activities. You have quite a lot of experience in Loen activities. How do you feel? Is it still smooth? The public's response to our What’s the view like?”

"They were religious."

"anything else?"

"As long as there is food and no death, people are pious." Mr. A said firmly.

Irena pressed her brows. She urgently needed the Dark Saint to have some conversations with Mr. A that only fanatics could understand. It's a pity that she, the divine envoy, is also technically pious, so she guided the conversation without revealing any traces: "Does the people have any other demands?"

"More food, better-paying jobs, better housing, and education."

Mr. A’s tone was still hard. Only the daily Holy Communion ceremony and the new holy book that is still being compiled can make him show some enthusiasm: "People are greedy and become Sequence 9, and they will start to yearn for Sequence 8. People always want to have better things. But after they obtain better things, they will only take the Lord’s mercy as a matter of course, and will not act for the glory of the Lord.”

Irena was startled, feeling that the other party had unexpectedly hit the point.

She couldn't help but nodded and discussed seriously: "It has only been a month and a half since the change of faith. What we need now is to win over people's hearts. Cooperating with the Steam Church to develop industry, increase employment opportunities, and improve the overall education level is the next step. Something to do in a few years.”

"I don't understand this."

Mr. A said: “I only care about whether they will be pious and whether they will have admiration and love for the Lord.”

"When they receive relief from the Lord, they will show joy and pray devoutly, but after a few times, they will become accustomed to it."

Mr. A snorted: "You are grateful when you receive relief, and you seem to be pious, but you start to feel resentful when you don't receive relief. I have seen many such things. The Lord spreads His glory and lets us share the happiness of heaven, but the Lord is willing to save people. Kindness, not necessity.”

"So what do you think?"

"My opinion?" Mr. A raised his eyebrows and immediately spoke with great enthusiasm, "Of course we should start with the education of the lambs! We need more schools and new teaching materials to make everyone appreciate the Lord. Mercy, let everyone act for the glory of the Lord. If we live because of the Lord, of course we should dedicate our souls and lives to the Lord, and always actively contribute to the kingdom of heaven with a grateful heart!"

I knew it...Irena's smile immediately became perfunctory.

"Thank you for your valuable advice." She was about to leave, "We will see you tomorrow."

…

Luen, Backlund.

At two o'clock in the afternoon on Wednesday, at No. 160 Berklund Street, Dawn Dantès reached out and touched the center of his eyebrows and put down the file in his hand.

"Most of the people in the hospital have been treated, but there are still many injured who are not even qualified to go to the hospital..."

He muttered, slumping backwards in his high-backed chair.

Klein has not been in a good mood recently. He just passed through Source Castle two days ago, borrowed a special sealed item "Life Cane" with healing effects from Silver City, and also gave away the increasingly free food in the Aurora Society. Part of it has passed.

According to "The Sun" at this week's tarot meeting, most people in Silver City have begun to eat Mr. Frank's mushrooms. This high-protein crop has a pleasing appearance (compared to the disgusting monster meat) ), has an addictive taste (compared to the unpalatable monster meat), and has various special effects. The most popular one at present is the purifying mushroom.

If Frank's connection with the Aurora Society was just a surprise to Klein, then the fact that he would be reused in the Aurora Society made Klein feel that the World Mushroom Day was approaching, but seeing the positive feedback from people in Silver City, his true love for mushrooms I love and express my heartfelt blessings and gratitude to Mr. Frank Lee who is far away in the outside world. Klein thinks this is not bad.

Frank realized his desire to help others and solve hunger. The people of Silver City were freed from the meat of monsters full of toxins and pollution, and tasted normal food in an unusual way. This was a great thing for everyone. Everyone is happy about things, but my worries alone seem a bit out of place. Perhaps, Frank, who is still in the middle rank, can do more in the future... forget it!

"...However, there are still some devout believers of the Lord who are unwilling to accept gifts from alien gods."

"It's not that I hate you, Mr. Fool, or for any other reason. I'm not hostile to converts. They are happy to see that Silver City has been saved, but... they can't change their beliefs. They worship the sun, Think that’s salvation.”

When Derrick said this, he felt a little disappointed.

Faith is not so easy to abandon, let alone the faith passed down from generation to generation, the only spiritual pillar in darkness and despair.

"Mr. World, can you please hand over more items related to the Lord?" Little "Sun" said almost pleadingly, "If those elders see that Mr. Fool has a close relationship with the Lord, maybe they will be willing to slowly Keep the faith and join us..."

Klein, who is already Mr.

"I will."

Then he quickly submitted a large amount of information and traded some formulas and materials. Through private negotiations with the Dark Saint, he took away a copy of the best believer's spell from the Aurora Society and handed it over to Silver City along with food and medicine.

As the authority of the True Creator increases, the Aurora Society’s monthly best believer selection rewards have also been upgraded.

For the first time, Klein knew that the auras of holiness and depravity could be so harmoniously condensed into a spell and have multiple effects. It seems to be based on the ability of the "Shepherd" as the cornerstone, with the purification, sanctification and blessing of the "Sun" pathway, as well as the blending of shadows, flesh magic and weakened grazing of the "Secret Prayer", which can be opened according to the user's spell. Making multiple choices before the spiritual energy is exhausted is completely 1+1\u003e2, which is equivalent to a one-time side-effect-free version of "Creeping Hunger".

Klein couldn't help but imagine that if the True Creator had a few more paths, wouldn't this god-given spell be all-powerful?

The gift from the gods is the best proof of the close relationship between "The Fool" and the true Creator. According to the feedback from "The Sun", Silver City seems to be very happy to receive this gift, but the six-person council is not most interested in this gift. It was a precious charm, but an item from the outside world. The first thing Klein sent over was a travel brochure.

Through these gifts, Klein took advantage of the situation and rented the "Cane of Life" for his beloved.

Considering that Silver City seems to have always believed that it is the last human being in the world and has no idea that the outside world is prosperous, Klein pondered for a long time and decided to give the brochure as a gift to the "Fool" to help them see the reality clearly.

There is sunshine in the outside world, but the Eastern Continent has not welcomed the sun until last month; there are many gods in the outside world, and the dangerous shadows and darkness in the Eastern Continent are born from the madness of the true Creator; the outside world is full of There is no life, but there is no grass in the Eastern Continent. There is no ocean, no forest, no wilderness, no day, only monsters and an unclear future... You are not the last chosen ones protected by God, but abandoned by God because of your faith and deliberately ignored. ethnic group.

The True Creator seems to be sad about what happened in the Eastern Continent, but will believers hate their Lord because of this?

Klein sighed.

He performed conscientiously in the hospital, using his eerie appearance to create some small miracles of regeneration of severed limbs. As a result, the magic potion of "The Magician" was somewhat digested, but there was still a long way to go before promotion, and it was far from enough.

"...There is no end to saving people. People in the hospital are coming and going, batch after batch."

"And where I can't see, there are countless times more dead people than the people I see..."

The physical and mental exhaustion goes beyond that.

When "Magic Mirror" Arrodes pretended to be Dawn Dantès, he took the initiative to reveal Mr. Dantès's love for beautiful women.

Therefore, many nobles and rich people are now trying to get some beautiful women around Mr. Dantès.

Klein responded with silence. He had tried to reject these beautiful women who were sent, but even if he refused, these girls would not return to where they came from, and might even fall into a more dangerous situation. So he accepted them and put them into his mansion and the newly rented manor as maids - so at some dances, the men teased Mr. Dantès in a teasing tone for knowing how to enjoy life, and the manor was full of beauties.

nausea.

he thinks.

But he couldn't refuse, and he didn't want to refuse. At least, these girls, big and small, can still have a stable job, a stable residence, three meals a day, and the protection of a demigod by his side. Some people who remember where they came from can still go back. Home.

"It really looks like Cappin." Klein would sometimes observe the nobles between dances and think silently.

"These people are the richer and more prestigious Kapin, and I was just like Kapin's patrons at that time. The abducted girls were sent to me. Their lives are as low-level as those of the people in the Southern Continent. I think If you let them disappear, they won’t even have a chance to ask for help.”

"What's the use of killing a Kapin?"

"These things have almost nothing to do with the extraordinary. They are not for performance or extraordinary characteristics, but just because of human selfish desires - they still exist without extraordinary power. With Capin dead, has the abduction ended? Has George III stopped? Runn Will the darkness of the kingdom disappear?”

"None of them, it's just that I can't see them anymore."

"There must be a lot of kaping in places I can't see, but because I can't see them anymore, so..."

Klein closed his eyes and saw darkness.

There is absolutely no point in punishing the nobles, even if you yell at those who give him women, it will not help. Some people accept it, some people enjoy it, some are Kapin, and some are Kapin's backers.

"Just killing a few people won't change anything. Even if I really have the ability to kill George III, it will be useless. It will also plunge Loen into chaos, which may have more serious consequences during the war."

"Then what should I do...what should I do?"

…

In the Hall family's mansion.

Audrey was sitting on the balcony of her bedroom basking in the sun, and Susie was lying at her feet.

They didn't communicate verbally, they just used their expressions and movements to read each other's thoughts.

Susie complained to Audrey: "When will the Beyonders who are responsible for monitoring us leave? I haven't gone for a walk in a long time, Audrey, I feel like I'm going to be rusty."

Audrey stroked Susie's head, sighed softly, looked out the window, and winked at Susie: "Patience for a little longer, Susie, we can't leave home now. I'll do it after afternoon tea." Let me take you for a walk in the garden."

Susie barked, lay down again, closed her eyes and dozed off.

Audrey stood up calmly, lifted up her skirt, and said to Annie, the personal maid who was standing outside the room: "Is the hot water in the bathroom ready?"

Anne's voice came from outside the room: "Okay, miss."

"Okay." Audrey walked out of the room, and Annie followed her step by step. After entering the bathroom, he asked Anne to wait outside. Audrey specially wore simple home clothes today, without cumbersome ties and bustles, and could be put on and taken off without the help of a maid.

Only then will the feeling of being watched disappear.

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, took off the metal brooch and gemstone earrings from her home clothes, and picked up the flowers and essential oils for bathing. Then, she took out a candle from her sleeve, broke it into three parts, and built a simple ceremony venue on the bathroom dressing table.

She pressed her chest and listened to her heart beating like a drum. She felt more nervous than when she prayed to Mr. Fool.

"Relax, Audrey, this honorary name is correct and will not be passed on to strange beings..."

She took a deep breath, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and chanted in a low voice:

“The burning fire shall not be quenched;

Prisoners of Chaos and Death Fight;

You are the creator of the cursed city;

You are the protector of all those who defy fate;

Dear Angel of Temperance, Mr. Richard Ernst is with us..."

…

Eastern continent.

"Please rest assured." The True Creator said to an old woman with a compassionate expression, "The sun has risen, the earth is about to regain its vitality, the day of redemption has arrived, and the days of suffering are about to end."

With His words, the dark sky lights up, and the warm sun rises, covering everything in the world with golden light.

The monster turned into black smoke and dispersed, and golden crops broke out of the ground, swaying gently like waves. The saved people laughed and sang hymns dedicated to the omniscient and omnipotent Lord.

The woman who was too old to judge her age raised her head for a long time and looked at everything in front of her.

The true Creator waited patiently for a long time before this woman dressed as a priest finally reluctantly moved her eyes away from the sun in the sky. She looked at the young man holding the cross in front of her and said solemnly and slowly: "Thank you, Messenger of the Lord..."

Then, she turned around, walked slowly up to the altar in the center of the city, lit the sacrificial flame, and threw the sacrifices into the fire together with things that pleased the gods. Green smoke curled up into the sky, and she knelt down deeply in the direction of the sun.

"Praise You, Omniscient and Almighty Lord..."

"We are finally saved..."

The old hoarse voice came intermittently, and the figure of Priestess dispersed like a handful of sand falling in the wind.

The laughing people, the golden wheat fields and the entire city weathered together. They disappeared with the wind, and the dream world shattered.

The world dimmed, revealing a dark sky.

The True Creator stood in the ruins of a city-state that was completely occupied by strange plants. The altar in the center of the city-state collapsed in half, and a rickety skeleton lay in the center of the altar. The priest's clothing and spiritual things on his body had rotted into mud.

Directly above the withered bones, a powerful evil spirit like black mist hovered in the sky, protecting this city-state that had long since lost its vitality. But the evil spirit's activity gradually slowed down, and its body gradually disintegrated without receiving any attacks.

It saw the legendary sunshine in its dream, saw that its people had been belatedly saved, and happily disappeared into nothing.

The true Creator stood quietly, clenched the cross in his hand, and whispered: "I'm late, I hope you can be liberated."

"Destroyed two hundred and forty-three years ago."

Edward also left the dreamland and was conducting rough archaeological activities around him. He pushed up his flat glasses and said, "I didn't expect this place to be destroyed... but they persisted for a thousand years without angels and level 0 sealed objects. He was not defeated by the endless temptation and despair, but was finally swallowed up by the external force from the darkness, which is quite respectable."

They followed the memory of the last owner of the amulet and came here. They only saw a ruin that was mostly destroyed by traces of battle, and a muddle-headed figure hovering in the air, dragging all the surrounding creatures into the battle that destroyed the city. of evil spirits.

"...but they are not saved."

When you are destroyed by an irresistible monster, when you watch yourself and your loved ones die with your own eyes, is there more pain, or is there more relief from ending the pain? The True Creator inhaled deeply and exhaled deeply: “Is delayed redemption still redemption?”

The Outer God shrugged.

"It depends on you." He said, "I can comfort you, 'At least you are here,' or I can say, 'No,' but you should have the answer in your mind when you ask this question."

"Yeah, if you want to say it, I don't regret it." The True Creator whispered, "But it's just that I don't regret it."

Edward glanced at Him and complimented casually: "You are in good condition now."

"Do you call this kind of mental burden a good state?"

"I'm thinking from your perspective. If you can feel the burden, you are in good condition." Edward crossed his arms and joked, "If you don't respond along the way, I should consider leaving the earth after a while. Which direction did you run?"

The True Creator didn't respond and sighed softly.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. His sight penetrated the shadows and darkness and saw the huge fog barrier dividing the continent.

Edward was looking in that direction as well.

"Let me state in advance that I am not capable of opening Tianzun's seal now." The True Creator said, "Do you still insist on going now?"

The Outer God nodded: "When you have the ability to open the seal, will my source matter still be mine? But there seems to be a city-state nearby. Do you want to avoid it, or go and visit it?"

"Go and visit." The True Creator stepped forward and walked in the direction of the gray fog seal. "There are very few survivors in the Eastern Continent. I can't let them go on like this anymore. The sun alone is far from enough. We must be like Silver City. , only with external funding.”

"Oh, are you going to give them the honorific title of 'The Fool'?" Edward said, "You are really working hard for the younger generation."

The True Creator glanced at Him: "Which identity are you using now?"

"I think it should be Edward Vaughn." The Outer God paused for a second and tapped his temple with his hand, "Isn't it different? Maybe it's because this land and I have a good compatibility. It's a bit strange. Things miss people, and I accidentally started speaking in the tone of the first me."

The expression on Edward's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at the darkness in the distance with a rather distant look.

"It's very nostalgic. My hometown is also like this. It's full of despair and pain. No matter what race you are, everyone is sinking in the fighting."

"We were dismantled and dismembered, turned into nests to withstand the cold, turned into fuel and extraordinary characteristics for nurturing the next generation, but their lives were not easy either. In order to ensure the health of the next generation, they need enough food and nutrition. For this Even like a mantis, the mother needs to eat part of the father's body to keep the fetus healthy. Sometimes there is insufficient nutrition, and the mother will automatically digest the unborn embryo."

The True Creator frowned.

He said in a brisk tone:

"All this pain is just to live, but living has become a burden... When you asked me about 'salvation' just now, I suddenly thought that if I were a person in the land abandoned by God, I might be like killing He would kill you as well, if I had the chance."

"Perhaps not knowing the truth about the catastrophe is also a kind of happiness."

The Outer God didn't speak anymore, and neither did the True Creator.

A few seconds later, the Outer God reached out and pinched both sides of his cheeks. His expression naturally changed from indifferent to friendly.

"Okay, what I just said was just some emotional residue. That story has ended a long time ago, and I actually quite like this atmosphere." Edward adjusted his facial expression and sighed with a smile, "Look It seems that the human spirit is quite tenacious, much stronger than I thought. Your believers can rely on their faith to sustain themselves for so long, and you are the best among them."

"..."

"You shouldn't be thinking about what I just said." Edward said, "Then I'm going to interview you."

"No." The True Creator sighed, "Let's go."

TBC

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Just keep going.