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

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A corner of Intis.

"The efficiency of steamships is too low. The design of Roen's new armored ship is very good. It's time to consider increasing the displacement and speed. I think we can carve magic patterns and ritual patterns on the hull to make full use of magic and extraordinary power. Come on up to the boat run.”

Said a man wearing a classical mage robe with a hood covering his eyes.

There is a large cargo ship parked in the shipyard of the port. The cargo ship was put into production just a few years ago, but it was damaged in the recent flood and has become the only ship that can still be used in the port. Other small and medium-sized fishing boats have been washed away. There is no other pillar industry in the entire seaport town, and everyone is counting on this ship to be put into use as soon as possible to bring some psychological and economic comfort to the home that is riddled with holes.

The craftsmen sent by the Church of Steam jumped off the boat and complained to the secret-peeping think tank: "After the hostility with Loen, our territorial waters are now almost completely blocked. We can't even catch many fish. Why do we need a boat?"

The secret spy asked: "Why does the ship have to be in the sea?"

The craftsman looked at him and then at the ship: "If it's not in the sea, how can a ship of such a large tonnage fly in the sky?"

"Why can't it fly?" The secret spy rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms that were too thin compared to the craftsman, and then took away the craftsman's hammer and nails. "I will carve a floating ritual magic on the ship. As long as it is spiritually driven, it will Just pray to the wise man.”

five minutes later.

The secret spy, who had just managed to carve a large circle with a diameter of one meter, lifted his hood and wiped the sweat from his head, and complained to the craftsman: "This ship is so strong? How long do I have to carve it?"

The craftsman touched his chin and looked at the circle: "You are right, we need more professional engraving devices, such as fully automatic burners. This may be an emerging industry in the future. I want to pray to the church and submit this idea for application first. Patents and research funding.”

When he heard about the research funding, the spy smiled like the craftsman, "How much can I apply for?"

"If you apply early, you can sneak into the archbishop's workshop and work as a second or third worker. If you apply late, you can only stand outside the workshop running errands and buying food for them." The craftsman looked at the secret spy, "You Quickly use ritual magic to write an application, with neat handwriting, elegant words, smooth logic, and sincere words, and then we can hand it in quickly and see if we can get anything from the application."

The secret spy patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, our Moss Ascetic Society often requires us to write study reports, and I'm very good at it."

"By the way, even if you really engrave magic on it, it's weird for such a big ship to be used to transport cargo. If you just want to design a transport device that can fly in the sky, why don't we dismantle the ship? Then make a civilian airship that can be driven by rituals?"

The secret spy opened the assignment letter, looked left and right, chewed on the words for a while, and said happily:

"The request did not say that the ship cannot be dismantled. It only said that we should find ways to restore the economy of Fairen and improve the living conditions of residents."

"very good."

The craftsman said: "What is needed now is the construction and improvement technology for civilian airships."

Now of course it is impossible for them to fly into Trier and enter the Technical University to study from scratch, so there is only one simplest way - thinking of the education and teaching methods of that great being, they looked at each other and said in unison: "You go! "

"Aren't you good at skipping classes? You didn't go crazy even after escaping to Sequence 6, so go ahead!"

"I'm not the best at skipping classes. It took me ten years to be promoted to Sequence 6! My spirit is very fragile. You are the main technician, so go ahead!"

"Let's do it this way, each of us will be half." The craftsman tried to bring a win-win attitude to his studies. "I'm going to rebuild, I'll learn construction, and you'll learn magic improvement, so at least one of us can survive. Let's pray together. This kind of The new knowledge sage who is not easy to understand will definitely talk about it twenty times to get started. It is now ten o'clock. We will start the ceremony. After being knocked unconscious, we will treat it as sleep. We will get up tomorrow and continue working."

"I think it's okay." The Secret Peeper expressed his appreciation.

So the spy began to arrange rituals and draw symbols on the ground, and the craftsmen opened the folding beds and quilts that had been brought with the luggage. After the preparations for the ceremony were completed, the two lay on their respective beds and prayed to the hidden sage to obtain knowledge related to the transformation of civilian airships.

After a brief period of pain, they both fell into a baby-like sleep.

…

Intis, Trier.

After passing through the door, the world in front of Klein returned to normal. The first thing that caught his eye was a cathedral that was glowing slightly. The style was somewhat similar to the Gothic architecture of the old era. The tall spiers pointed at the sky, large and small. It is embellished with stained glass windows.

It is late at night and there are no believers visiting, but there are still many people active in the cathedral, and spiritual brilliance flashes frequently.

"This is our current temple, so we can't teleport in directly."

The Dark Saint briefly explained to Klein, his expression solemn and solemn. Klein guessed that this was probably a kind of pilgrimage, so he nodded and followed the Dark Saint towards the long stairs in front of the cathedral. During the process, he asked casually:

"Are you planning to retreat back to Intis?"

The dark saint who was leading the way nodded. He had something to do this time, so he resisted the idea of ​​kneeling and kowtowing all the way.

"Yes, after I send you here, I will not go back."

"Stay in Trier?" Klein looked around.

"Maybe, I will obey the church's arrangements and go to other areas to participate in reconstruction work."

As he spoke, he took out a notebook from his arms and handed it to Klein: "I just remembered it after you reminded me. These are some of the things left in our stronghold in Backlund, as well as the list of members. Since you plan Take over there and they'll all be left to you."

"If you have needs or want to cultivate your own power, you can reopen the Extraordinary Gathering, and authorization is included."

Extraordinary gathering?

There is still some nostalgia, but the Extraordinary Gathering has no value to him who is about to become a Sequence 3. Backlund's current ecology of wild Extraordinary people is not very good... but perhaps they can be slightly regulated to prevent them from being forced. After that, an incident was triggered... While taking the book, Klein responded casually a few times, and was very interested in imagining how the Tarot Club would hold a secret gathering in the real world.

Immediately afterwards, he thought of Mr. Isengard Stanton, who held many gatherings of wild extraordinary people under the title of "Eye of Wisdom". He received a lot of help from the other party's meetings, such as spiritual bullets, giving "Sun "The axe, as well as a lot of information and gold pounds.

Mr. Essinger Stanton can be regarded as one of Klein's more trusted friends. Unfortunately, he was busy during the period after the God War. He had to prepare for promotion and pay attention to the charity foundation, and he didn't know about the other party. How have you been lately?

Shaking away these unignorable disappointments and worries in his heart, Klein put the notebook away and followed the Dark Saint all the way to the gate of the Cathedral of Light. The ten-meter-high gate made everyone look up involuntarily, then lower their heads in awe.

The main door was closed and locked at night, so they went in through the side door.

The person who came to meet them was an acquaintance of the two, Ms. D, who had become a saint by the grace of the Lord.

The Dark Saint said hello: "Night shift?"

"Not done yet."

As a few days passed, although the joy of surviving the disaster was gradually diluted, Ms. D was still relieved to see two acquaintances. On the one hand, the great flood took away too many people, and I was happy that two acquaintances were still alive. On the other hand, the arrival of the Dark Saint meant that someone would be able to communicate directly with the fanatic believers of the Aurora Society like Mr. A, and finally they would not have to themselves. To figure out what they were thinking, and get splattered with blood from time to time.

"Long time no see, Mr. X."

Irena looked at Klein: "Are you also planning to stay in Trier?"

Klein looked at the Dark Saint, who shook his head, meaning that the Red Angel did not disclose the information. Klein was promoted to Sequence 3 and his identity as a God's Favorite has not been known to other members of the Aurora Society, so Klein responded politely. responded:

"No, I just came to visit the current church. I will return to Backlund soon and continue to be stationed there."

Irena was immediately in awe of Klein.

"Let's go, the people from the Secret Order are already waiting for you." She stepped aside to make way, and led the two of them into the cathedral from the side door, and followed the winding stairs to higher places.

While admiring the luxurious gold paintings and various gold decorations left over from the Eternal Sun Church, Klein listened intently to the chat between the Dark Saint and Ms. D. Judging from this answer, she seems to know something, but not very much - they have cooperated, met Secret Puppet, and are a great nobleman of Intis. She knows that Klein is a "divineer", and she also understands a little bit about it. The trend of the Secret Order, so he guessed that Klein came here to cooperate with the Secret Order. In a sense, his guess was not wrong.

"How are things going lately?"

Ms. D made a joke: “Want to hear good news or bad news?”

"Listen first."

Irena said as she walked: "The good news is that Trier has a new god, which has ended the war and the flood. Our urban reform and construction plan is also progressing steadily. Trier will once again be ahead of the times." at the forefront and become the most modern metropolis."

Klein almost lost his temper.

The Dark Saint was a little excited: "What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that our modern metropolis will be empty, with no pedestrians on the streets and no merchants in the shops." Irena said calmly, "To be more accurate, there are only 10 rooms left in the entire Intis." The population is just the total population of Trier."

The Dark Saint shook his head and drew a cross on his body:

"May their souls ascend to heaven."

In other words, there is only one Trier left in the country? There are almost no survivors in all other cities... Klein's eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't have a more accurate idea until now. Previously, he established contact with Arrods through Source Castle and briefly asked about Intis' situation. He was slightly relieved when he heard that the War of Gods was over. He knew that Intis was in great trouble and that there was a great flood, but he never expected that the flood actually fell from the sky in Trier.

He couldn't help but ask: "Then how was the big flood solved in the end?"

"It was the hidden sage who saved Intis." Irena answered. "He used powerful magic to stop the sea water and create new river channels and river systems." After saying that, she pointed out the window.

When passing a window high up, Klein stopped and looked out the window.

He had seen the world map before, so he quickly recalled it now. Trier is similar to Backlund. There was a river running through the original city. Now there is a large river in the urban area of ​​Trier. There are also several tributaries that form a water system extending in all directions in the city like a spider web. If it were not Had he known that this was North America, Klein would have doubted that he had seen Venice in the 19th century.

Then, Klein's eyes widened slightly.

On both sides of that brand new river.

Countless people gathered around there, firewood was piled under the relics, and the fire was burning, extending far and wide along the river.

"...There's nothing interesting to see." Irena said softly.

None of the three of them spoke again on the way. The Dark Saint and Irena murmured to themselves and recited scriptures in memory of the deceased. And that scene lingered in Klein's mind for a long time, and the surge of grief, anger and pain made him clenched his fists involuntarily.

"arrive."

After arriving at the predetermined floor, Irena stopped, said a simple goodbye to them, turned around and walked downstairs.

Klein and the Dark Saint walked forward in the direction she pointed out. Within a few steps, the fire suddenly lit up and wiped out a corner of the corridor.

The Red Angel leaned against the wall, arms folded, waiting for their arrival, and the fire came from His fingertips.

"Quite fast."

Medici lit a cigarette for himself. He didn't smoke it, but just held it between his fingers and burned it quietly. He pressed a switch, and the long white light tube on the ceiling of the corridor flashed a few times and then lit up, illuminating the surrounding area. The Dark Saint had never seen anything like this before, and immediately began to praise the Lord and praise the miracle. Klein's eyebrows twitched, feeling as if he was back in a high school classroom.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that Medici was holding an ancient glove made of a special material in his hand. The joints were wrapped in metal, like fighting gloves that only appeared in oil paintings.

Seeing that Klein noticed the extraordinary item in his hand, Medici raised the glove, waved it, and then crumbled it.

Klein's eyebrows twitched again.

The ancient gloves with historical beauty turned into pieces of scrap iron and shattered into pieces. Then, the spiritual brilliance emerged and quickly gathered in Medici's hands, becoming a very special mass of extraordinary characteristics. The characteristics of this mass were dark, like liquid and gas. As soon as it was aggregated, a dark thick fog suddenly appeared around it. Not long after, the Dark Saint found that he began to lose his way and couldn't tell the front, back, left, and right.

There seemed to be many things flashing through the mist, like ancient cities, like mythical scenes, like walking through history.

Is this the extraordinary characteristic of "ancient scholars"?

"Do you want to be promoted here?" Medici asked him while he was fascinated by the sight, and made a move to throw the Dark Saint out of the window of the cathedral.

Klein hesitated for a moment. He felt that the cathedral was hidden enough, and Medici's presence was enough to interfere with most of the visions and unnatural phenomena caused by promotion. After all, he was only promoted to Sequence 3 now.

So he nodded, took out the citrine pendulum wrapped around his wrist, and used the "divination" method to confirm whether this extraordinary characteristic could be absorbed by himself.

He got the revelation that the thing was quite dangerous, but barely bearable.

Ha, under normal circumstances, no matter how careful you are, the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 3 are equivalent to poison. If you can survive it, you will be promoted. If you cannot survive it, you will go crazy, lose control, or even die suddenly. I hope the owner of this characteristic is not in the process of promotion. Killed suddenly... Klein stared at the rapidly rotating counterclockwise citrine pendant for a few seconds, then pulled up the silver chain and wrapped it around his left wrist again.

Thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind:

"In addition to keywords such as 'thriller', 'horror', 'director', and 'incomprehensible ability', the role of 'Mage' should also have elements such as mystery, unknown, complexity, and elusive destiny. The two aspects are combined in Together they are the complete 'Cunning Mage'... This one is his behavioral style, and the other is his own attributes..."

"For me, the origin is so mysterious that it involves the terrifying and dangerous existence of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, the experience is so complicated that it has prevented the arrival of the true god and scared the true god, and the destiny is so elusive that even the 'Snake of Mercury' can't understand it. , so, it can be regarded as having already acted in advance, and naturally digested that part of the magic potion, without summarizing the rules..."

"This truly reflects the word 'cunning'... But this kind of performance is really..."

Klein shook his head. No matter what, this feeling of having his whole life planned out made him physically and mentally exhausted and even angry.

"The ritual of the 'Ancient Scholar' requires being completely separated from reality for at least 300 years. After taking the magic potion after I have become history and no longer belongs to the current era, I can be satisfied with a life of being sealed in a cocoon and hanging above the gray mist. And it's more than enough. Moreover, my world has become history, which means that the ancient history I master is definitely far better than any 'Cunning Mage'. I have performed a very effective role in advance, and I can definitely avoid a lot of dangers... "

With his thoughts spinning, Klein took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it.

But just when he was ready, Medici suddenly spoke again, interrupting his train of thought:

"You are God's favored one. Do you know what the Lord is doing?"

Klein was at a loss for a moment and thought to himself, "You, an angel, don't even know what I, a demigod, can know?" I'm afraid you don't want to know what I know, such as the fact that the True Creator wants me to become a god... Klein thought about it for a few seconds, and finally said honestly:

"I have no idea."

“But He told me not to pray to Him under any circumstances after He was gone.”

Medici's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and Klein suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling, but this feeling was fleeting. The red angel had already controlled his emotions again without even flashing the light tube on the ceiling. .

"It's okay." He threw the Beyonder Character directly in the direction of Klein, "Take it."

Klein never expected that this accommodation method would be so direct and simple, but he was also mentally prepared. Wearing a silk top hat and a double-breasted woolen coat, his skin suddenly became transparent, and strips of hidden traces appeared one after another. Three-dimensional laminated symbol of worm.

Those transparent worms were about to move, coming into contact with the surrounding dark mist. Then, the almost weightless extraordinary characteristics floated in front of him, and were attracted and absorbed by Klein, like a dark red light.

Silently, Klein felt a cold feeling spread throughout every "spiritual insect", accompanied by a bit of burning pain.

The familiar gray-white mist with no visible edges immediately appeared in front of his eyes. They enveloped the entire world, showing some of Klein's past experiences below.

There are stories about him after he became Klein, and also about his life when he was still Zhou Mingrui.

TBC

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If there are no other competitors, it will be decided as the Secret History Saint, which is pretty good. You can tell from the first listen that he is from the same generation as A.

However, A's "secret" is to pray secretly, and Klein's "secret" should be secret.