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

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Leonard followed the team as they approached the neighborhood where Harvest Church was located.

In the distance, he saw lights coming from the small windows of the church, and vaguely heard the sounds of people communicating.

Leonard's heart slowly sank.

He tightened his red gloves, feeling for the first time as heavy as shackles, almost preventing him from raising his head or moving forward.

…

"...This month's turnover has dropped again..."

Outside the door of a large warehouse in the East District, Maria, with her hair tied up and neatly dressed, looked at a stack of reports in her hand. The cigarette in her mouth was not lit, but her expression was as ugly as the clouds in the sky.

Mr. Z, who was wearing a black robe as always, looked away from Maria's blue eyes and joked casually:

"Are there any 'lucky ones' who ended up falling?"

"Well, it has fallen. The economy has been in a recession recently, and relations between Loen and other countries are tense. Nothing is profitable." Maria put the report aside and changed the direction of the cigarette in her mouth. "We shouldn't say 'lucky ones still fall', we should say that without Admisor, we would have gone bankrupt long ago."

Mr. Z frowned and nodded immediately: "The Aurora Society has also recently had a very loud call to withdraw from Intis. Everyone wants to live in the land where the glory of the Lord shines. What's more, the situation in the northern continent has changed too fast. If you continue to stay, It’s dangerous in Loen.”

"But as it is now, you can't even leave the country. Just as it happens, I just got a piece of information yesterday - a saint from our sect escaped the first wave of purges, but is now blocked in Lundberg and cannot leave. It is said that there is a true god-level blockade, and the leader cannot go in to rescue people. He can only continue to hide in Lunburg." Maria recalled the report and dropped a bombshell, "I guess there is one here in Lun, too. You guys Can I still use sealed objects to transfer as before? What does the Dark Saint say?"

"His Royal Highness the Angel of Temperance cannot enter Lundberg?" Mr. Z was a little shocked.

"Well, He said that the law that sealed Lundberg was like an 'arbiter'. Only those who sincerely recognized that they were believers of a certain existence could enter or exit..." Maria said slowly, "He did not tell Who am I to be a follower of?"

"Wind, no, now Lord of Thunder, God of Truth?"

"Maybe... the world seems to have changed since the True Creator captured Intis."

Maria's mood was a little low, and she wanted to light the cigarette to stimulate her senses a little bit. But the wind is so strong now that if you light up your cigarette, it will probably be completely wiped out by the wind within a few puffs. Considering that this tobacco is not cheap now, Maria gave up the idea of ​​smoking a cigarette to relieve her mood. She and Mr. Z stood under a shelter from the wind outside the warehouse, each thinking thoughtfully about how to evacuate.

"Forget it, don't think about these things. Maybe we can retreat to the Southern Continent or Intis soon? I heard that the development over there is good now." The turnover of the Aurora Society is also not good, and Mr. Z also He was very busy, so he took the initiative to change the subject, "Madam, I happen to be on vacation today. Are you free to go to that southern continent-style restaurant for dinner later? I heard that their curry is quite good."

Maria nodded, but her mind was not on this at all:

"What's the price of food?"

"Rye bread has risen to 2 pence a pound, flour is now 8 pence a liter, and products such as beer are also increasing in price, not to mention butter, butter and meat. Imports of food will be reduced, and workers I couldn't afford food and planned to go back to farming, but when I went back I found that the fields were already deserted." Mr. Z smacked his lips, "This is quite an astonishing increase, and it seems that it will continue to increase before the situation stabilizes, which affects almost all walks of life. It's going to have an impact, except for the top end and people who can't afford food in the first place."

A price increase of about 1 penny can choke countless people.

"The Fetus Food Factory has also been affected, but it seems that there hasn't been much change."

Mr. Z said: "For some middle-class and wealthy people, desserts from food factories are still their first choice for hosting banquets. It may not hurt them to lose part of the civilian market... They are still recruiting workers. They seem to be recruiting workers forever. ."

Maria took a breath: If the turnover continues to drop like this, we won't be able to pay wages. No, or this month's wages are already very reluctant. If it can't pick up in the next two months, then we can only Layoffs or simply go to bankruptcy auction. I heard from the leaders and saints of the sect that the development of the Southern Continent is slightly better now, and there are jobs all over the place. As long as you work hard, you will not starve to death... She wants to take everyone to the Southern Continent to make a living, but she cannot afford a boat. If you can't pass the customs, you can't cross the five seas, and you may not even be able to leave the border of Loen.

"In this case, there should be someone who wants to sneak into Feneport, right?" Maria asked casually, "I heard that the priests of Feneport praised the harvest, and every autumn they harvested more food than they could eat. over."

"I don't know." Mr. Z shook his head.

Then Mr. Z stopped talking. After a few seconds, the wind died down a little. Maria took out a box of matches from her pocket and polished one.

Suddenly, the match strangely broke in the middle, and its flaming head fell right on her finger.

Then the match rolled down and ignited the corner of her clothes, leaving an ugly black mark on this rare neat dress.

Maria frowned. Judging from the good luck Admissor had bestowed upon her, such an unfortunate thing would never happen!

If something went wrong, there must be a monster. She suddenly looked around with eyes that contained extraordinary power. She saw that the blurry world around her shook strangely, and then there seemed to be invisible glass cracking. She realized that she hadn't taken out the matchbox at all, and heard Mr. Z muttering in her ear: "...The Dark Saint was still looking forward to using the sealed object to transfer at first, but now with your information, This plan is probably going to be scrapped. We may have to re-plan the plan. Just hide it, break it into parts, and wait for opportunities as before. Many nobles have already expressed their intention to cooperate with us, such as..."

"Wait a minute." Maria interrupted him, "What question did I just ask you?"

Mr. Z was stunned for a moment, and his slightly hazy eyes returned to normal: "...You ask me about the Aurora Society's next move."

Before he finished speaking, he reacted suddenly. The shadows around him suddenly moved like water waves. In an instant, he discovered an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared around him! At the same moment when the uninvited guest jumped out from the shadows with countless tentacles growing out, Maria's eyes locked on him. She stretched out her palm, pointed it at the strong figure, and tightened it suddenly:

"distortion!"

The uninvited guest's seemingly cumbersome long coat suddenly wrapped around his legs, and the arm carrying a long box curled up uncontrollably toward his chest, but just when he was about to lose his balance, a transparent The spirit body suddenly appeared at his feet, and the extraordinary power exerted by Maria was half shared after the appearance of this spirit body.

The force that was enough to break human bones made the spirit scream in pain, and its shape kept changing. But soon, the uninvited guest landed firmly on the ground, and his hand brushed the spirit's body, and the peaceful power instantly and... Maria's extraordinary power counteracts.

Maria took half a step forward and blocked Mr. Z from Sequence 6 behind her.

She noticed the gloves that were as red as blood on the opponent's hand. The "Red Gloves", the mobile Extraordinary team of the Church of the Night, tended to be in groups and would not carry out tasks alone... There were probably other Extraordinaries from the Church of the Night hiding around them. This is dangerous!

Mr. Z's eyes swept over the figure of the uninvited guest with short blond hair, a high collar, and wearing red gloves. His eyes suddenly stopped after seeing the long container in the other person's hand that looked like a violin box, and he whispered in disbelief. said:

"The Church of the Night's 'Sword of the Goddess!'"

"He's Crestel Sesima!"

The senior deacon of the Church of Night, one of the powerful men in charge of sacred objects?

Extraordinaries with "goddess" in their names are basically destined to become saints!

Maria suddenly realized a problem, or a failure - although after the birth of the true god of the devil's path, the organization's position became a bit embarrassing and the degree of danger increased rapidly, the Temperance Angel had declared its sovereignty in time and arranged for evacuation. At present, the Pilgrimage Sect can barely be considered a secret organization with a low degree of danger. It is almost on the same level as the Moss Trappist Order. It belongs to the level of "Although it is a secret organization, it does not cause much harm to society. There is no need to meet and fight to the death." , and can even have limited cooperation with churches in some gray areas.

But now Mr. Z of the Aurora Society is by his side. For various reasons that everyone knows, the danger level of the Aurora Society cannot be said. If Loen does not intend to recognize the status of the Church of the Creator, then it will still be the king of cults in Loen!

"I've admired his name for so long, I never thought that someone like me would have the chance to meet the legendary 'Sword of the Goddess'."

Maria winked at Mr. Z. Although she knew that there was a high probability that a peaceful solution would not be possible today, she still had to delay the time a little because they did not carry a powerful seal with them, so they could only do something to survive. struggle.

She looked into Sesima's green eyes and said in a friendly tone as if she had met an acquaintance on the road:

"...So, I remember that our foundation's activities this year have been registered with the church, and there have been no illegal or criminal acts so far. What is the reason for Your Excellency, Goddess Sword, to come today? If you don't mind, I would like to ask Come and have a cup of tea."

Crestel Sesima's collar was high, covering the lower half of his face, preventing Maria from seeing his expression clearly.

"Maria Stevenson."

He looked at Maria and said in a steady and deep voice: "Born in Ahowa County, Kingdom of Loen. He grew up in an orphanage belonging to the Ernst Charitable Foundation in the west. He came to the East District of Backlund eleven years ago. Now, 33 years old, one of the leaders of the Pilgrimage Sect, middle rank."

"You really understand the affairs of a little person like me. It seems that you are not a guest today."

Maria made eye contact with him, but Crestel only glanced at her twice before shifting his gaze to Mr. Z behind her.

"One of the 22 divine envoys of the Aurora Society, your identity and age are unknown, but you are not Mr. A."

...Why are you so incapable of speaking...Don't people in the Zhengshen Church need to communicate with others? Mr. Z almost rolled his eyes in anger.

This introduction is very concise and concise, because believers of the True Creator often come from the middle and lower classes, and the envoys basically abandon their names and use code names that symbolize piety. Only those whose identities can bring benefits to the Aurora Society will do so. The name was revealed to senior management.

The identities of these people are also absolutely confidential, unless a traitor appears in the upper echelons of the Aurora Society - and the ravings of the True Creator prevent the emergence of traitors from the root, so it is basically impossible for major churches to confirm that there are famous people among the divine envoys through normal search methods. A person with a surname.

Mr. Z’s fierce eyes stared at him through the brim of his hood.

"The two cult organizations have been cooperating for a long time. Now the Southern Continent and Intis are hostile to the Church of the Night and the Kingdom of Loen. It is time to clean up."

Sesima didn't pay attention to the looks of the two of them, it was nothing more than a fight between trapped beasts: "You don't have to try to call the saint of your Aurora Society stronghold. We have already set up a blockade around us. Under the red gloves, One target is him.”

"It seems we have to fight to the death today?"

Maria frowned and suddenly asked: "Then Your Excellency, Goddess Sword, you should also know that our foundation has always been in a neutral position and does not belong to any country or church of any position, even if it comes from a charity school. Most of the children will choose to believe in the Seven Gods rather than join the secret organization, so what will the Church of the Night do with the facilities and staff of our foundation?"

"We will do what we can to take over and gradually wean them away from dangerous beliefs other than true God."

Maria was startled for a moment, then clenched her fists.

"Then I have nothing else to say." She whispered, "Why are you always unwilling to give us a way to survive?"

Mr. Z's body instantly disintegrated into shadows and flesh all over the ground. Tentacles of flesh and blood suddenly appeared at the feet of Crestel Sesima and several other members of the Red Gloves who were lurking in the shadows, waiting for opportunities. Leah suddenly rushed towards Sesima, and the muscles in her arms and legs instantly filled her clothes.

Lawyers are equally good at persuading others through force!

"This is the East District, where we live!" Maria roared, her voice instantly drowned out the chorus-like whispers of the Red Gloves, and her sinister roar echoed under the cloudy sky, "There is no order here. No mercy, no charity, no kindness!”

"Violence is justice! Status is right!"

And those with violence and status are the actual rulers of the East District!

The Red Glove Team suddenly felt that their connection with the outside world was rapidly weakened. They did not belong to the East District, so they were immediately pushed aside by the laws of the East District, and they involuntarily retreated and lost their balance!

boom!

Maria's fist suddenly collided with the violin box raised by Crestel Sesima. The wooden box instantly shattered into countless pieces, revealing a long sword that seemed to be made of bone.

"Is this a holy object?" Maria glanced at it. When the two collided, she felt as if her fist had hit a mountain and was numb from the impact. But she remained calm, and the strength of her fists increased. The unreasonable barbarian used force to push down the knee of the enemy who was also in Sequence 5 by a few points. "It looks like a bone. Whose bone is it?" ?Leg bone?”

She laughed and said, "Maybe, Your Excellency Sesima's ribs can be turned into such a holy object!"

…

"Help me control the Sea of ​​Chaos." The True Creator suddenly said.

ah? Edward looked at this line of words carefully, then he wrote:

"Are you trying to lighten the mood? I know you are nervous now, but don't be nervous yet."

"I'm not kidding you. In addition to helping me as promised now, I also need you to do something for me." The True Creator ignored the outer god's teasing and said to himself, "As for the reward, you You can make two demands of me, but they can’t be about Klein’s life.”

"...That's boring. My attitude has always been that there can be God, but it's best not to have secrets. Don't you, who has His memory, be interested in suppressing the future Heavenly Lord?" Edward shrugged, "Let's talk first. Just ask for it."

"Expanding my control over the Sea of ​​Chaos, I am very aware of my current state. When I woke up from the dream and realized that I was not God, my control over the Sea of ​​Chaos declined." Reality The Creator completely entered the state of thinking, and even came up with some very professional-sounding words, "Next, I will try to enter the state of 'God' again, and I will actively accept those memories, so I need your help, help me Stabilizing my perception of who I am, emphasizing that my experience here on Earth is 'higher' than the world I see."

"Why do you suddenly start working so hard? God doesn't care about you for the time being, so you have confidence in yourself again?" Edward wrote in a light tone that was completely different from his serious expression, "Take the initiative to accommodate God's identity. To put it simply, you Do you not want to live anymore?"

"Klain doesn't know what he's doing, but I do."

The True Creator waved his hand, and the dream world was wiped away like a picture on a blueprint, revealing the pure white background of the dream.

"His actions saved me, now it's my turn to help him."

“I would be Him and do whatever I could to distract God.”

The pure white dream was quickly dyed with color, with black as the base, and the stars in the sky were shining - that was not a scenery that could be seen on earth, that was a corner of the universe in God's memory.

The True Creator paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the universe without looking back.

TBC