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

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At the same time, with Reinette's three heads looking at each other, Traynor took a slow breath, and the sparks on the hand-rolled cigarette quickly receded.

This seems to be an injured, no, a dead angel, a bit like Medici. Traynor thought, Not sure, let's see again.

Fortunately, I often deal with angels, so I am not too afraid of such creatures, and I know when to shut up and when to agree. Otherwise, if an ordinary saint suddenly bumped into an angel while walking, he might be frightened. Big jump.

The Aurora Society is really particular about how a saint can actually bring a mutilated angel as a contracted creature? This should be the "Angel of Destiny" or the "Angel of War" helping with the contract, right? Is this boy their favored one? Or are they the ones favored by the true Creator?

Traynor suddenly had a subtle feeling, as if he was being compared to contracted creatures. As a descendant of an angel who already had a scheduled messenger in Sequence 8, this was indeed a new experience. He thought of his cat, the cat that asked for a pearl every time he sent a message, and turned Riel over and over in his mind. After thinking about all its shortcomings, he had to admit that compared with his own cat, now This mutilated angel with four heads is more handsome.

Maybe Riel's demon form can still win back in terms of handsomeness, but he has completely lost in terms of strength.

It was very impolite to stare at an angel, even if the other person was actually staring at him, so Traynor only looked at it for two seconds and then turned his head to the side and looked at the squirming mass of flesh and blood on the ground that was wailing slightly. Traynor then noticed that this area seemed to have less interaction with the outside world. This wriggling saint did not restrain his spirituality. The ravings of the true creator spread out in a mess along with his spirituality and negative emotions, making it very noisy. The person's head was buzzing, and when Traynor saw this, he also lost a mental link to stabilize the state.

Klein shook his head, and now he also heard the clear version of the Dark Saint's ravings.

Speaking of which, does this seem to be a resentful spirit?

He felt that the angel's form was a little special, and seemed to be somewhat similar to Richard, so he immediately had some bad guesses.

The hunter is not very familiar with the creatures of the spiritual world, but he is quite familiar with the "prisoner" path. Furthermore, he is also quite familiar with the rose school of thought. He is more than 60% sure that this angel is the "prisoner"... Then what happens next Things are getting a bit worse, where is a dead prisoner Angel most likely to come from? There is no doubt about the Rose School, so who are the dead angels in the Rose School?

Temperance faction.

Did the talisman he carried finally attract the high-sequence? Walking on the road, you can see a mutilated Temperance Angel falling from the sky - Traynor is actually not interested in the internal divisions of the Rose School. The fact that the Temperance Angel claims to belong to the Intemperance School has made most people, even The Rose School themselves are confused. ——Now that the internal rectification of the Rose School is in full swing, the division between the so-called Indulgence School and the Temperance School is even more blurred. The continued use of these names is purely out of habit.

To say that Richard's Day is immoderate? Traynor felt that he was very restrained. With his temper, wasn't it enough restraint that he didn't kill people indiscriminately in the Northern Continent?

But He belongs to the indulgent group.

Relying on his identity and ability, he has certain cooperation with both factions, and he can make money anyway. Thinking that the Rose School of Thought is currently in power in the eyes of the outside world, the Indulgence Faction is in power, the Bound God has fallen, and the highlands and river valleys have fallen... Traynor wanted to laugh a little. But he would never laugh in front of this four-headed angel, so he took steps and walked away carelessly.

Klein noticed this little episode and felt that the atmosphere seemed a little subtle and a little dull. However, there was a strange emotion in the spiritual link that made him want to sneer. This emotion was fleeting and was captured by the Dark Saint. Overshadowed by the babble.

Reinette Tinichole's head gradually turned back, leaving only one head still paying attention to Traynor's movements. The image of this person seemed to have appeared in his memory, but it was only an inconspicuous corner, gradually disappearing under the wash of the extreme emotions of his own death.

And His spirit is also reminding himself that there is no need to do anything.

Seeing that the messenger finally looked at him, Klein said: "Thank you for your help. I will collect the reward and deliver it."

Three thousand gold pounds is not a small amount. Klein has a good reputation and every transaction is completed smoothly. Reinette Tinichole said nothing and just nodded, preparing to lift the blockade and leave when the Dark Saint returns to normal. .

As he spoke, the spirit of the squirming piece of flesh under his feet gradually returned to calm, gaps gradually appeared in the meridians and flesh, and a hand grew. Then, the pieces of meat and blood scattered around were also attracted and gathered together, and the murder scene gradually began to return to normal. But while the environment became normal, the painting style of the Dark Saint became more and more abnormal. The flesh and blood came together, and first a set of eyes emerged, and then the eyes slowly broke and reintegrated into the flesh and blood, and then there Only a small hand was born in the palm of the hand covered with skin.

This mass of flesh and blood was kneaded at will like plasticine, and the soul of flesh and blood seemed to recall the structure of human beings.

Klein slowly turned his head away. He didn't want to see a similar scene. He always felt that everything in front of him was missing a mosaic.

Even if the "faceless man" loses control, it will just collapse and melt like a candle, or disintegrate into countless spiritual insects. Compared with the appearance of the Dark Saint at this moment, Klein simply feels that his loss of control and the form of a mythical creature can be called Delightful for the eyes.

...Oh, it’s not that there are no mosaics. The Secret Prayer’s ability to control the shadows is a natural code, but every part of the Dark Saint’s “body” is indescribable. Klein feels that everything in the restricted level in front of him is as if it has not been coded.

"It's really you, X."

The two eyes that were wandering around, looking for a location, settled down, focused smoothly, and saw Klein with a complicated expression.

"...I really didn't expect to be saved. Praise the Lord and thank you."

The Dark Saint seems to have given up on building the body parts one by one, and instead plans to start from scratch like a painting. After the eyes found their position, flesh and blood began to gather towards the head, and a dark red humanoid stood up with messy blood vessels tied in knots. Every change is a challenge to human acceptance. Even experienced doctors will be stunned by this scene.

Klein tilted his head, not wanting to talk to him: "Yeah."

Then he added: "I'll save you three thousand pounds at a time."

Reinette Tinichole turned her head, glanced at Klein's side face, and then turned back.

"Save me three thousand pounds at a time?"

The body of the Dark Saint is basically built, but there is no skin yet. Without skin, it would be difficult for Klein to see his expression, and of course he didn't want to see it. Just listening to his tone, he felt a little annoyed:

"Well, there should have been, but now that I have been rescued by you, the factory area has been taken over by the church of the evil gods. Our working capital and the property in the base should all fall into their hands."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the courier's gaze seemed to drift over again, and Klein felt a slight thump in his heart.

"...All gone?"

"There are deposits elsewhere, I will go and get them." The skin and clothes grew together. The Dark Saint breathed a sigh of relief and made a sign of the cross on his chest. His face was paler than before, but his expression was relaxed, "It will take a while. If you are in urgent need, I will go now."

Klein couldn't help but stop him: "If you run around now, you will be caught again, and then it will be more than three thousand pounds."

The Dark Saint smiled in a low voice:

"I'm not as crazy as you think. The Evil God Church that just occupied our stronghold must be looting and counting our sealed artifacts and properties. Besides, the one who came to save me is..." He glanced at Reinette from the corner of his eye. Tinichole, "...until the inventory is completed and they discuss the next move, I will be relatively safe. If you want to move or move, you must use this time."

Klein was slightly startled, then shook his head: "No need."

Then, he thought of something again and asked: "Where are the other people in the stronghold? Are you the only one left?"

"Yes, the incident happened suddenly. Fortunately, today is not a working day." The Dark Saint replied, making a sign of the cross on his chest again, "If it weren't for their sacrifice, I might not be able to support you to come to the rescue. Thank them, They will be with me."

Kesma's expression was very serious and pious, just like every morning prayer and prayer.

Reinette Tinichole did not respond. Klein looked at the Dark Saint in shock. He almost wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a long time and finally did not say anything. The scene in front of him was more impactful than any words. Through the spiritual link, he clearly felt Kosma's emotions at the moment - "calm, tranquil, peaceful, envious", and he also knew that his turbulent heart at the moment might also be sensed by the other party, because of the darkness The Saint frowned slightly, as if he was surprised by the beliefs and thoughts of the God's Favored One.

Klein didn't know why these emotions arose, but he still felt horrified by them.

The Dark Saint looked at him meaningfully and said:

"Thank you again for your help. Then I will leave first to collect the property scattered elsewhere. I can also requisition the property of the sacrificed companions... Then I will go to the safe house. What are you going to do next?"

Now he has no one to protect him and no stronghold to defend. With the concealment ability of the Secret Prayer, it is not difficult to avoid the search of the saints of the church.

Renette Tinichole still had no reaction to this, and seemed not to care about Klein becoming an Aurora Order envoy. However, one of his eyes kept falling on the hunter who was walking further and further away. I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Klein was silent for a moment: "Go back to the shelter."

The Dark Saint nodded. He looked at the surrounding situation thoughtfully, then carefully walked around Reinette Tinichole, and quickly followed him. He had already reached the corner of the street and was picking up newspapers from the self-service newsstand. Traynor getting the newspaper.

The messenger looked at Klein at this time, shook his four heads, and whispered:

"Red..." "Boy..." "Be careful..." "He..."

Klein was slightly stunned. He did not doubt that the messenger lady would have any other thoughts about him, so he nodded:

"I understand, thank you for reminding me."

…

Traynor tilted his head slightly, ignoring the shadow following him and looking in a certain direction.

"I can feel your hostility. Although I am weak and worthless, I have inherited something."

"Richard Ernst's associates..."

"What are you doing here...?"

Bright red eyes opened in front of him, looking up and down with scrutiny and hostility, and the spirituality around him slowly began to flow.

"I am a member of the Aurora Society, and I am considered a subordinate of the True Creator. It is not normal to come here. Do you want to do anything to me?"

Traynor shook his head and sighed: "This is not good for you at all. I am just a businessman who just wants to make money. Your fight has nothing to do with me... Then again, although I don't know who you are, But you’re dead, isn’t that enough to prove your inability?”

"Although I don't mind dying, protecting me may not bring His favor, but hurting me will definitely cause my father's dissatisfaction."

The Dark Saint was hiding quietly in the shadows, and Traynor leisurely lit another cigarette for himself, without lighting it, holding it casually in his hand.

"What do you think?"

TBC

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Open the double update.

Physical discomfort. Weird. I have to take another day off.