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

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"I have to say, Your Excellency."

After just a few words of exchange, seeing that the powerful spirit world creature that seemed to be hostile finally chose to leave, the Dark Saint who had been hiding in the shadows and recovering silently couldn't help but said: "Following you, there will really be a kind of... A strong sense of security.”

"Who says it isn't?"

"But who is that?"

The hunter shook his head: "The Temperance Sect of the Rose School... I don't know him, but now I think about it. Since he is hostile to Richard, he must be the enemy of that guy. Looking at his appearance and clothes, he should be The Highland Princess who died a few years ago was also the representative of the 'Bound God' that existed in the Highland Kingdom since its founding."

"I wouldn't be surprised at all if He goes to fight Richard. However, looking at His current appearance, He is not very strong."

"The overall strength should be around Sequence 3. Although it can use high-sequence abilities, it is actually not strong...just like the Red Angel, and the Red Angel is still close to the strength of the Angel after so long, Reinette Tiny Cole should be even weaker."

"...Are you talking about His Majesty the Red Angel?"

"Um."

Traynor muttered something and held the cigarette in his hand. Then he naturally opened the newspaper in his hand and casually looked at today's morning news. Then he looked at the notice boards in the downtown area of ​​the city and the bulletin boards outside the church, and saw the brand new ones, which had just been posted this morning. The evacuation notice was issued citing a large-scale military event and required all residents to evacuate as much as possible.

Traynor felt the breath of the law on it. This was an order to everyone, a requirement, not a simple notice. Therefore, even in this case, no one fled, but they all chose to take refuge obediently.

"Because we only emphasized evacuation, so we can't escape?"

The hunter thought for a while and then didn't leave. He simply found a street bench and sat down: "Then I'll wait here."

His boldness and freedom made the Dark Saint stunned. He had a slight guess about the identity of this Saint whose appearance and characteristics were as distinctive as his personality, so he coughed lightly, grew out of the shadow under the bench, and stood. At the handrail, he asked respectfully:

"Your Highness..."

"If you have something to say, don't call me that. I have no intention of becoming a complete mythical creature and extending my boring life span for thousands of years. The Red Angel is right. I am just an idiot who went to the battlefield and still wanted to die well." Reina's eyes were still looking at the newspaper in his hand, flipping through the internal property disputes of wealthy families, flipping through the weird news of all sizes, and then stayed on the stock market, reading it intently for several minutes.

oh. The Dark Saint then changed his words: "Backlund's stronghold has been destroyed. I have not completed the Lord's order. When can I repent?"

"If you want to go to Intis, I'm afraid you won't be able to during this time."

After reading the stock changes, Traynor flipped back and found the daily life chapter in Backlund Daily that was used to make up the word count. There were recipes, filming of theaters in different districts of Backlund, and the time and place of some activities. I just took a few glances to pass the time.

"Intis is under attack. If you go there, you will probably melt in the blink of an eye."

Kosma, who had the memory of being surrounded and suppressed, paused for a moment, with a look of resentment on his face: "These evil gods are still like this. They dare not face the glory of the Lord directly. They will only bully the weak and fear the strong... So what is the current situation?"

"Is the situation important to you? You can't get involved and you can't change it. You can just sit here."

Traynor didn't move at all, still sitting on the bench reading the newspaper:

"Just wait here. Anyway, as long as life is saved, the savior will appear. If God really intends to destroy the world, then none of us can escape. If it really drowns all of Intis, we will There’s nothing we can do.”

"But……"

He spoke casually, after reading the title of the play with great interest, and reading the book notes and recipes in the sidebar, he then raised his eyes and looked at the dark saint standing aside blankly: "If you want to move, just Go by yourself, I won't follow you. I don't think you need to be so anxious to collect three thousand gold pounds. If Intis is destroyed, you will be killed on the spot, and you don't need to think about money."

After hearing his answer, the Dark Saint remained speechless for a long while.

On the one hand, he was filled with words of impeachment against the hunter, but on the other hand, he was strangely convinced.

"correct."

Traynor still looked like he was not interested in anything, but suddenly asked: "Is my father still there with you?"

"The Lord has issued an oracle, saying that the two great beings will go to the sanctuary together."

"Going to the Sanctuary?" Traynor muttered these words in a low voice, and then recalled all the things related to the Sanctuary in his mind, "——Oh, it's the place abandoned by God, this travel plan It will actually come true one day.”

He had heard of the land abandoned by the gods. When he was young, his father seemed to have always been obsessed with it, and similar content would often appear in fairy tales before going to bed. But he has never collected relevant information like the secret organization. He only said that the land abandoned by God is attracting him and it is a place he must go to. He just seemed to want to be where he wanted to be and knew what it was like. The outline of an "extra" continent was indeed marked on a world map owned by his family. He had peeked at it when he was a child, and asked his father pretending to be interested in order to talk to him more. But because I wasn’t really interested, I had long forgotten the answer.

Traynor suddenly felt a little amused. Logically speaking, his father's "cooperation" with the true Creator began at the beginning of this era. Unexpectedly, his speculation about the land abandoned by God and the "New World" was not just lip service. Let’s talk about it, now we are really setting off.

"I also saw Him when He was in Intis before."

"In the past, it seemed that he would take the initiative to talk to me in order to show some affection, but now he doesn't. Is he showing 'respect' to the grown-up children now? Or is he simply not wanting to pay attention to me?"

The Dark Saint left, but he still didn't want to wait here, not knowing where to go. Traynor remained on the bench, holding the newspaper he had read in a daze under the dark sky with no streetlights. Other than that, he had no next plan.

"I always feel like he has changed. Can the personality and behavior of mythical creatures be changed at will? He has become so talkative now that I don't know what to say to him."

Traynor walked away for a while. He enjoyed the quiet time alone and even turned off the spiritual link. But he couldn't enjoy it for long, because a bolt of thunder tore open the sky and seemed to shake the whole earth.

…

"What did I say before? If you don't want things to go weird, you should have recovered the Storm Lord before coming to the Eastern Continent." Edward sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff of the Sea of ​​Chaos, writing in front of his notebook A stick figure said to himself, "Look at what's going on outside now. When you look back, are you going to plan Noah's Ark or Moses to divide the sea?"

He looked at the frowning stick figure holding a cross in his hand, pondered for a few seconds, and the pencil in his hand turned into a golden watercolor pen. Edward enthusiastically painted the little stick figure with the watercolor pen. Add a head of blond hair.

However, as soon as He finished each stroke, the little stick figure's blond hair began to fade and turn black. When Edward finally finished painting, the little stick figure holding the cross in his hand did not grow blond hair, but had a deep-rooted head. brunette.

"Well, I can already feel your obsession with your own image."

His eyebrows moved slightly, not too surprised by the supernatural events that happened under his pen.

Blonde hair belongs to the True Creator, but black hair belongs to God. Omniscient and omnipotent authority combined with black hair color, Edward always associates all colors mixed together and finally looks so black that it reflects light. If you draw a little man holding a cross on the edge of the Sea of ​​Chaos and talk to the Sea of ​​Chaos, it will naturally be anchored to God. The little stickman's eyes are not colored, just two empty black circles. It was not His turn to color the eyes, nor could He take the initiative to undertake this level of occult connection.

Amon's clone squatted in the distance, sometimes looking at the Sea of ​​Chaos, sometimes looking at the devil, pinching his eye sockets and saying nothing.

"I know you have omniscience, but it's too boring now, so I'll just gossip with you."

The golden watercolor pen turned into a pencil for sketching again. Edward tapped the small hard-cover notebook in his hand with the end of the eraser, and said to himself: "The God of Death is about to be killed by the God of War. If the God of War wins, next time One should kill the Mother of Heaven, or exchange it with other bargaining chips. Do you think Leodro will sit back and watch the birth of a new dual-pathway true god?"

The sea of ​​chaos flowed smoothly without any answer.

"I think Leodro might not care. His purpose is to target everything owned by the Creator. The God of War has nothing to do with Him."

"However, Leodro needs to be careful of the 'Half Fool' in the hands of Mother Sky. From this perspective, he has a great possibility to stop the struggle between the God of Death and the God of War, and prevent the God of War from losing control and forcibly killing the only one who can Goddess of the Night, King of Angels.”

"Oh, right."

Edward touched his chin, turned the notebook forward a few pages, looked at an underlined line and asked:

"Are we still going to continue to prevent Mother Heaven from reading the memory fragments of the 'transaction related to Adam'? With the current level of integration between the two of them, it is basically impossible to have any privacy from each other."

"But this secret can be kept secret for a long time. Now that the God of War and Lilith are on the same front, this information is probably useless even if given. After all, the giant prince is actually so selfish that he can kill all his relatives for himself."

The Mother Goddess of the Earth and the God of War are equal in terms of their status as gods, because if their biological relationship is revealed, it is very likely that the churches and believers of the two will also have a superior-subordinate relationship. Although the two gods are allies, the Church of the Earth Mother is still considered a cult in the Fusac Empire, and it is a cult that has better treatment. The Feysac Empire only recognized the legitimacy of the God of War, so Feneport did not recognize the belief in the God of War. All the gods know about their mother-son relationship, so this is indeed a bit of a joke for the gods.

From this perspective, Badheir, the God of War, is truly an egoist.

The gods are all egoists, but in the context of several other groups of divine allies, he is really unbearable and petty.

The little stickman with black hair and a cross was motionless.

"...I'm convinced, why am I talking to you here? I'm really too busy. The whole world is in your head, and you, an omniscient and omnipotent guy, don't have to think about anything at all." Edward covered his hands with both hands. Zhu Fian sighed deeply, "Although they are all lambs, Intis should be different to you, right? If you think you are still you, you have to give them some special favor."

The little black-haired man remained motionless.

His reaction was so dull that Edward felt that the true Creator might have been wiped out, but God had indeed not emerged from the sea of ​​chaos. His current state was really strange and indescribable.

Amon was curious about what Edward was talking to, so he boldly came over, testing the edge of danger, and stretched his neck to see the little stick figure on the notebook. The stickman's empty irregular black circle eyes suddenly turned around, making him take a step back in fright.

"Okay. Now the God of Steam and Machinery is going to die too."

"Your Intis is almost finished. Do you still plan to continue to recuperate in the Sea of ​​Chaos?"

Edward said again.

"Your previous expectations for Him have been disappointed. He is still not strong enough. The consequence of occupying this position without the ability is death."

"Are you going to give up even the War Angel this time? It's so callous. If Medici has followed you for three epochs without betraying, but is abandoned by you twice, you will be too kind to your most precious shepherd dog. A little bit broken.”

The little black-haired man remained motionless.

But the two black-circled eyes slowly returned to their original positions, and a few lines of small words gradually appeared next to them.

"Medici will not die."

"I'm just thinking."

"Would you like to baptize Klein Moretti?"

TBC

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Touched.