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

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After successfully hunting Qonas Kilgor, Klein now had a demigod-level marionette. This was something he had never dared to imagine.

He asked the other party to use some of the simplest "twists" with great interest, and after getting over the grip addiction, he put away the new marionette.

Klein was not in a hurry to sacrifice the items he obtained to Origin Castle, but patiently returned to his room to wash up and prepare for bed.

Soon, he lay on the bed, and Qonas Kilgor was twisted into a ball of flesh and blood and put into the body of Enyuni, who was wearing the "Flower of Blood" ring. After finishing what he was doing, he stared at the exquisite ceiling of the bedroom, feeling one after another special emotions surge in his heart.

"I got a lot of information... useful information."

"There is no turning back when I shoot my bow. Although I feel that I have made up my mind a long time ago, there is always an unexplainable worry..."

Klein sighed and closed his eyes.

He knew what he was worried about.

In the long run, George III's becoming a god will be of great benefit to the Loen Kingdom. Now the conflict between the gods has intensified to the point where he can see it. One more god in the Loen Kingdom means more fighting power, and the people have one more life. Guarantee of safety - not all people, at least most people can be protected.

"Now the fighting power between the gods is expanding, well, or involution. The anchors within the Kingdom of Loen have basically been divided. Only the new land can provide enough people and anchor points for the upcoming 'Black Emperor'. After George III becomes a god, he will definitely attack other countries with the God of Thunder... In this regard, I can make a bold guess that the country that George III attacks may have preserved the sequence one of the 'Arbiter'."

"George III will gain new anchors through war, and actively seek the sequence one and uniqueness of adjacent pathways..."

"The Black Emperor may also have his own instinct. If he never becomes a dual-path true god, it means that he will be firmly suppressed by the God of Thunder... Forget it, I am just guessing, but war should be inevitable. of."

Klein thought about another aspect, his eyebrows tightened, and he even felt a little sleepy.

"Similarly, it can be seen that if George III fails to become a god or dies, other countries will also try to attack Loen... However, with the God of Thunder currently there, foreign invasion is unlikely, unless it is the one who replaces Steam And the existence of the God of Machinery..."

Thinking of this, Klein was slightly relieved, but he felt even more uncomfortable and couldn't breathe.

He could not forget the glimpse he had in Trier. When he saw the foreign capital with ten rooms and nine empty houses, and when he heard Ms. D say that the total population of Intis is now only about the same as the original population of Trier, When I see people living in stacked containers and simple tents, burning the relics of the deceased regardless of day or night...

He had never been so frightened, and the anger that followed made his hands tremble.

These images gradually overlapped with other tragedies he had seen in the past. He thought of the little girl from the Southern Continent with big eyes and her disabled uncle, thought of the plantation life described by Richardson, and thought of those people walking in ragged clothes in the wilderness. People, they don’t know where their hope is, but they can’t stop. Death is stretched infinitely by numbness.

Disaster and pain are never far away.

Death and grief have always marched alongside everyone.

Klein felt as if his eyes were heating up, and the emotion called sadness made him have the urge to cry, but he laughed.

He can still feel pain, he has not yet been able to turn a blind eye to these things... He feels joy and doubly sad that his humanity still exists. Klein smiled and covered his eyes with his arms. Although he had achieved divinity, fortunately, his feet were still based on the earth.

The ability to feel the pain of others, to remember that he is only human and helpless, is his anchor.

The essence of his humanity.

"Should I also hate the God of Thunder? Hey... His great flood destroyed a country in just a few minutes."

That is the death of millions or even tens of millions of people, and even the destruction of a country.

In comparison, even George III, who sacrificed probably less than 100,000 people, seemed to be merciful.

The reason why Klein feels creepy is simple, because Backlund is also the capital of a country. If the God of Thunder dares to do this, it means that other gods dare too - his eyes are still burning, and his arms are blocking his face. , it was not taken down for a long time.

"Haha, anger is useless, and fear is even more useless. I haven't become a god yet, so I don't want to think about this anymore."

"Well, my ultimate goal is to prevent George III from becoming a god, and the current destruction of the god-making ceremony is just one part of it."

"The temporary inability to give birth to a god will not greatly weaken Loen's national power. After all, he has not yet become the 'Black Emperor'. If this ceremony is successfully prevented, George III will be vigilant. Maybe he will not be able to do so in a short time." I will try again, and I can seize this time to continue working hard to get promoted... Well, I guess it won’t be too long, but it’s not the first time I’ve faced this kind of urgency, haha.”

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said to himself:

"What exactly do I want to do?"

"Why should I do such a thankless job?"

After a few seconds, Klein laughed to himself.

Maybe, I just want enough power... I want the power to make some changes, and I want the power to at least enable the people I can protect without having to live tremblingly in the majesty of the gods.

He adjusted his mood, controlled his facial expression, and prepared to enter a peaceful sleep.

A dreamless night.

…

Backlund East District, in a two-bedroom rental house.

Xio sat on a chair that was not stable enough, looking out the window in a daze, her expression unusually gloomy.

Forsi took a sip of water, walked to sit across from Xio, and blocked her view: "You seem to have lost your motivation?"

"Is it because the answer makes you wonder what to do next? Is it because the king is out of your reach?"

Xiu's eyes moved for a moment, then he slowly came to life and said:

"Whether it's restoring my father's honor or revenge, when facing a king, the hope is so slim. I can't think of any way to accomplish something similar..."

"That's because you are still too weak. Once you have Sequence 4 and become a demigod, you will find that there are many ways, but they are more dangerous!" Forsi explained in an encouraging way, "In addition, you can also Using others, just like Sherman's monitor, she also wants to know who Viscount Stratford is loyal to, and she must be very interested in the king's secrets."

"Sherman..." Xio repeated the name, and her mental state suddenly recovered.

"That monitor was one of the murderers who killed Sherman." Xio said quite seriously.

They had found a place to bury Sherman, and Forsi turned over "Lemano's Travel Notes" to carry out the requiem.

Forsi nodded immediately:

"Yes, that's why she was driven to investigate the king's secrets and come into contact with potential risks.

"Didn't you say that she was probably monitoring our previous residence? Then let's find an opportunity to disguise ourselves and return there, throw a piece of paper into the mail box, and write that Viscount Stratford is loyal to King George III, and George III is hiding It’s a big secret, so I believe that person should be able to see it.”

Xiu thought about it carefully, nodded solemnly and said:

"good."

After exchanging what to do next, Forsi stood up, pointed at the bronze-green cross and said:

"We have received help from Mr. Fool many times. It's time to show our sincerity. I plan to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool now. Do you have any objection?"

"No." Xio replied without hesitation.

…

At noon, Richard opened the door and stared at the sun outside, feeling strangely confused.

"I feel like I'm in a bad mood all the time, my emotions are out of control, and I can't be happy at all."

"Is this considered the effect of the potion?"

The Bound God left a seal around the room, preventing His spirituality and emotions from affecting places outside the room. Otherwise, the entire city might be dragged into chaos and extreme madness by His spiritual power.

He clicked his tongue, pressed his eyebrows, restrained all kinds of good or bad impulses, and walked out slowly.

He hadn't come out for air for half a month. He now urgently needed to know the situation in the country and the impact of the divine war.

The weather is gradually getting colder, but this is a minimal change for the Southern Continent.

However, the chaotic ocean currents, uneven rainfall, and changes in fish activity caused by the God War will cause a devastating blow to the economy of coastal cities. The battle between the two gods also caused the rain clouds to rain heavily in the sky over the southern continent. It only took a moment for the wind and sunshine to pour water from the sky. Everyone within the rain range was forced to wash away in an instant. A bath.

In the next year or even several years, the port city must be prepared to not be able to catch fish or carry out long-distance cargo shipping. Unfortunately, the more prosperous areas in the Highlands' current territory are ports, and the civilizations between the northern and southern continents Generational differences support overseas trade, and imported products are basically good things. The higher-ups with brains in the Rose School are all thinking of ways to deal with this problem, but their remaining brain capacity can only think of the simplest way - turning spiritual things into food. Look at the cell. Isn't it still very crowded?

"I think that's a little too extreme."

Barranca wanted to veto this proposal, but for a while he couldn't come up with a better plan to recuperate. Looking at his subordinates who were increasingly letting themselves go, he had already begun to miss the pure discipline of the ancient highland kingdom.

It has to be said that in the absence of external enemies, the Highland Kingdom is really able to avoid picking up lost objects along the way.

At this moment, in the port where almost no fish can be caught, many fishing boats are returning to the port one by one. It's not yet noon, but there are already many people at the port. The doors and windows of the shops are open, the shelves are empty, and the bosses are dozing on the counters.

A fishing boat is approaching. If there are a few fish hanging on the net, the surrounding fishermen will look at it with envy.

The city is filled with an air of sadness and numbness.

Someone knocked on the door of the store. The half-asleep boss was startled and trembled. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the person. He saw that he was a tall man who was rare in the highlands and had an angular foreign face.

The boss was so excited that he suddenly woke up.

He stood up immediately, stood behind the counter with an apologetic smile, and stammered greetings to the customers in a few words of Fusac he had heard.

The guest looked at him without saying anything, and asked casually in fluent Highland dialect:

“What else is for sale now?”

The boss was startled, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and because of his dialect, he had a great impression of the customer. He proactively replied: "There is nothing for sale now. Tell me what you want to buy. Maybe I still have some here."

"Is there any cigarette?"

The boss shook his head, but thinking of the hand-rubbed tobacco at home, he nodded hesitantly: "There are still a few pounds of tobacco."

The customer nodded and asked, "Are there any seafood?"

The boss laughed and pouted outside: "Then we have to catch it first."

The guest frowned slightly: "Is it completely impossible to catch it now?"

"It's possible, but I don't have enough to eat at home, so why do you expect to get takeout?" The boss was a little surprised that the visitor knew something about the current situation at the port, but he still shook his head, "I won't hide it from you, I don't have anything else. I have nothing to sell, but I don’t have any flour or wheat. I just have some home-dried sea salt and some local smoke that I rub myself. If you don’t want it, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Sea salt made by fishermen themselves? It should be more appropriately called sea salt crystal... There are many harmful substances, and the quality is very low and very turbid...

The guest pondered for a few seconds: "How much flour do you think the things you have at home can be exchanged for?"

The boss was stunned again.

The boss suddenly realized the meaning of this sentence, and asked with some expectation and some fear: "You, you, do you have a way? I have two children at home. If we continue like this, we will only starve to death. If we sell them, we The family still has a way to survive, and the children can have food to eat..."

After saying that, he felt a little regretful, worried that he had misunderstood the guest's meaning.

The guest nodded without any surprise: "Now the law does not allow it. I do not engage in human trafficking. It's just that there is a batch of wheat in my family's land that has not been sold yet. My family wants to eat some seafood, so let me come. Let me ask here. I want your sea salt and local smoke. Do you have any seafood from other places?"

As he spoke, he dug into his pocket and actually took out a handful of yellow, full-grained wheat.

"Whatever you have, it doesn't matter. I want it all. I'll wait for you at the port."

The boss was disappointed at first, then nodded sharply and rushed out of the shop through the small door.

The customer observed the four-walled shop and helped the boss repair several hidden dangers of house collapse so that the small house could last for another twenty years. Then he grabbed a spirit body and kneaded it into a large sack of wheat. Ting strolled out and waited for others at the port.

After the owner of the store rushed out, he hurried to another store in the town that he was familiar with. There was a middle-aged woman sitting behind the counter who was dozing. Seeing her neighbor rushing over, she smiled and said hello: "What's so urgent?"

The boss ran over quickly, slapped the counter, and rummaged around, startling the middle-aged woman:

"Quick, quick, take out all your stuff!"

The middle-aged woman looked at him in confusion:

"Have you changed your career to robbery? Why are you robbing me? Why are you robbing old Fulai who is always against us next door?"

Only then did the boss realize that something was wrong with what he said, and he quickly organized his words to explain what had just happened. The middle-aged woman's eyes widened in disbelief and asked, "Aren't you afraid that a liar is here?"

"How can a liar like what I have? The sea salt is full of sand and dregs. I can't filter it out myself, and the smoke chokes me to death. If anyone besides me can bear it, whoever likes it can take it."

As soon as she said this, the middle-aged woman quickly stood up and took stock of the things in her shop. She suddenly found a small sack of seafood and dried fish that had been dried yesterday. Her dark face suddenly showed He smiled, but after seeing the envious and disappointed expression of his boss, he put away his smile. Without hesitation, she took out another small bag, grabbed half of the wheat, and stuffed it into the boss's hand.

"What are you doing!" Surprise, hesitation and happiness were mixed on the boss's face. He wanted to push these things back, but his arms grasped these dry goods uncontrollably.

"Here, your family still has two little mouths to eat. I can feed myself and the whole family will not be hungry."

The middle-aged woman didn't give him a chance to refuse. She packed up all her things quickly and ran out in the other direction with bare feet.

The boss quickly shouted: "Go to the square!"

"I know!" the middle-aged woman responded, "I'll inform Old Fulai! He hasn't eaten in three days, and I don't know if he's still breathing!"

The boss was startled, clenched the small bag in his hand, gritted his teeth, and started knocking on the door from door to door.

The guest's wheat was limited, and if he told more people, he would get less. He knew this, but he still insisted on waking up the entire dead town.

…

"What do you think of this fish selling for five pounds of wheat?"

Richard bargained seriously with the fishermen at the port, but unfortunately, no matter how much he bid, others would only nod excitedly.

The fisherman whom He bought the fish from was also nodding vigorously. If the fish were replaced by wheat, and the wheat could be beaten into flour and made into dry food, their family would be able to eat a little bit of it soaked in water every day, and they could eat it for a long time!

Richard bent down and used a borrowed bucket to scoop up a precise pound in the sack at his feet.

When the fisherman saw that he didn't have a container, his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. He hesitantly put his hands together to pick it up: "I, I will make more trips."

"Oh, no need for that."

Richard rolled up his sleeves to the joints, reached in and dug into the wheat sack, and under the surprised and shocked eyes of everyone, he took out what seemed to be an old iron pot from the sack, and then he filled it with wheat, which was exactly the full size. Five pounds.

"I think this fish is very good. I have been using this pot at home for a long time. I just happened to sell it together this time."

The fisherman had only used such a good iron pot when his family was the richest. He was a little slurred for a while: "Okay, I, I still..."

"No need to return it, just go back and cook some batter to eat. I'm going to throw it away anyway." After saying that, Richard ignored the other person's expression, waved his hand, turned to another fisherman with a face full of expectation, and looked at Looking at the old fishing nets that the other party had harvested, he asked, "How many are you willing to sell to me? Do you want to buy them all? Well... three are not too big, but there are still some shells and ten pounds of wheat, no more."

The fisherman also nodded frantically, fearing that if he slowed down a little he would let the generous customer lower the price - but lowering the price is okay! Even if it was only two pounds, he would still sell it!

Richard nodded and watched the fisherman drag an iron bucket from his old fishing boat, pour out the water in it, clean it carefully (still not very clean), and then put it down with expectation. Come to His feet.

Richard pondered for a few seconds, put the fish aside, bent down to pick up the iron bucket and weighed it a few times. He shook the iron barrel once, and the deep-rooted stains and rust on it fell down like rain. After several vibrations, the bottom and surroundings of the iron barrel were covered with dirt. Richard emptied out all the dirt in the bucket, then accurately weighed ten pounds and gave it to the other party, preparing to go to the next buyer.

He looked at the other fishermen who had not harvested anything, their eyes full of envy and jealousy, and could not think of a better way for a moment.

But there is no limit to what we can do right now. Let them have food to eat and survive first... The ground shook slightly. Richard glanced outside and saw a group of people running from a distance. The leader was the boss just now. It's just that the other person is now holding a small bag of dry goods in his hand, followed by many people carrying goods, and the wrinkles on his face are piled up with laughter.

Seeing the other party's smile, Richard also had a slight realization. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, regaining a little of his original feeling.

So He pointed to the small pocket in the other person's hand and asked the boss:

"Sell them all?"

The boss nodded vigorously: "Sell! Sell them all!"

"I also brought the sea salt and cigarettes from home! See how much we can sell for them?"

On the way here, he had already seen the fishermen leaving with the wheat. He was very anxious and uneasy. He was happy that the people around him were getting food, but he was also worried that the guests had finished changing the wheat before him and saw the other party's feet. There was still a full bag, so he felt relieved.

Li saw through his mood and thoughts, glanced at the other people from the corner of his eye, and said with a smile:

"Dry goods are easy to store. I want all of them. Twenty pounds. What do you think?"

He saw the bursting smile that suddenly appeared on the boss's face.

The people around him were boiling with excitement. The numbness and dead silence were swept away at this moment, and almost everyone suddenly came to life.

"Sir! Here I am! I have fresh clam shells here! They are as big as a fist!" The crowd raised a hand high.

Not to be outdone, someone else shouted: "I have dried fish, dried meat, and a lot of seafood here!"

"I have handicrafts, wind chimes made of shells..." A weak child's voice reached His ears.

Richard raised a hand, and the people around him suddenly fell silent, nervously waiting for the words of the generous guest.

Just listen to the other party say:

"all I want!"

TBC

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"Really or not, the outsiders brought a lot of wheat?" Someone else said, "Then why don't we contribute? Anyway, no one will come here, and it is still close to the sea..."

"do not talk!"

The boss's heart beat violently, and the yellow wheat flashed through his mind. Then he sternly interrupted the fisherman with evil intentions: "Do you want to sell it or not? Don't say anything else!"

"Don't you want to? Don't your children want to eat? That's wheat. Do you know how long it can last?" The man asked in very seductive words, "I'll do it for you and give you the big head." Want 10%!”

The boss suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were split open, his huge anger startled the fisherman, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

"Forget it if you don't sell it, I'm wrong." The boss squeezed out a few words through his teeth, turned around and left angrily, "People like you will be punished by the Bound God sooner or later!"

"I sell, I sell! Hey, don't be angry!"

The frightened fishermen quickly took their small bags and followed him, and said softly: "I said the wrong thing, okay, I regret it! I was obsessed with ghosts, don't take it to heart - I will Say no more, praise Yong, nay, praise the bound God!”