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

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Barranca, who was amusing himself, suddenly felt inspired, and a powerful aura was approaching him from the spiritual world.

He suddenly looked up to the sky above him, and a big fish hit him in the face.

Immediately afterwards, a small bag of gray sea salt crystals mixed with seabed sediment, a small bag of tobacco, and a mess of dried fish and seafood fell down, instantly burying him in a place filled with the smell of sea water and fishy smell. In the debris pile.

Richard jumped down from the spiritual door in mid-air, took out a piece of pickled dried fish from the pile of groceries and threw it into his mouth. While He tasted the bitter dried fish made from inferior sea salt, He ground the sand and stones with his teeth.

Barranca pulled it out from a pile of seafood groceries, smacked the coarse salt in his mouth, and asked, "Did you just come back from collecting junk from the beach?"

"Don't say that. This is what they usually eat, but now they don't even have to eat this."

Richard broke off the small dried fish in his hand: "Now that we can't catch fish in the port, does our national economy really depend on the curse of transformation?"

"...No, we still have a lot of extraordinary people who can work. Just let the living corpses and resentful spirits plow the land day and night. I have also thought of an employment direction for the werewolves in the past few days. They are full of energy during the full moon. My son happens to be pulling the plow and grinding the mill, don't you think it's perfect?"

"What a genius idea! But in the short term, won't we still have to rely on the transformation curse?"

Barranca hesitated: "Yes, this is a period of labor pains, but our population is not large. If we persist like this for half a year, the first batch of increased crops will be harvested, and the situation will get better."

The economy is impractical, and transporting food from other places is even more impractical - there is nothing to eat from other places, and high-yield wheat takes several months to grow. Even the Rose School's best at transforming living beings cannot satisfy the whole country. up and down the needs of all the population.

The Temperance Angel looked around, but did not see the figure of the Bound God, nor did he feel the other party's spirituality:

"God is not here?"

"He said he was going to look around other places to see if there was anything to do."

"Oh, he is indeed an ancient ascetic."

Richard finished chewing the dried fish while thinking, and suddenly reached out and patted Barranca on the shoulder:

"I have another idea. Wait, I'm going on a business trip these days to buy some food invented by Frank at sea."

Barranca's eyes widened, and a large list of astonishing plants and foods rolled through his mind, as well as the fragrant and delicious apple chicken:

"You mean that Frank?"

"Yes, now the Star Pirates Group is considered an official organization of Intis. I don't know whether it will become a prototype fleet or a national privateer in the future. While Frank's patent has not been bound by Intis, I quickly went to buy some thing."

The King of Curses hesitated for a second and nodded: "Then leave it to you."

"Having said that, don't you think Frank's imagination and creativity are really incredible? Aren't you worried that if he continues to be promoted like this and becomes a demigod, he will create more and more terrifying things?"

Richard patted Barranca on the shoulder again:

"Don't make these unnecessary speculations. There is no need to scare yourself."

"Frank is a good man with a kind heart. Although his works are weird, they are indeed top-notch designs that can fundamentally change people's lives. If his fundamental goal is to make people's lives better, there is no need to be afraid. he."

"I'm afraid the people won't accept it."

"Then go educate." Richard looked into the eyes of the King of Curses, "Are we going to fear him and use him at the same time?"

"This is not considered use." Barranca argued, and then nodded uncomfortably, "Well, Russell once said that cursing the cook after eating is immoral. , although His moral character is indeed corrupt, but sometimes what he says makes sense. I will do some thinking work for the residents first, but I would also like you to try to bring something normal back..."

"Like beef-flavored mashed potatoes that multiply automatically when you add water?"

"...If you leave it alone, will it continue to increase?"

Barranca imagined the mashed potatoes growing more and more, eventually flooding the entire city, and even felt a little hopeful.

"No, Frank said that the maximum number of multiplications is only eight. He wanted to adjust it to the maximum number of cow cell divisions, but it has not been successful yet. I also persuaded him that if he multiplied thirty times at a multiple of 2, it would be It will be a terrible disaster, so now he plans to work hard to adjust it to twenty times."

"I think eight times is quite scary now." Barranca was a little yearning for the endless mashed potatoes, but he still said, "Forget it, this is good, we are not rich enough here to have endless meals. level of food.”

After he said this, he didn't get an answer from his companion for several seconds. He suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly turned around, only to see Richard looking through the files originally placed in his hand with a very subtle expression. .

The King of Curses suddenly felt bad. When Richard came in, he had just finished dealing with the crime at hand. However, there were many places where He was vague and placed them at the bottom of the official document while Richard was not paying attention. However, he was still discovered.

"There are so many people who can't control themselves. Is it so difficult not to do bad things?"

With a move of his hand, Richard made the seals in the drawer fly out automatically. He stamped them all and immediately executed them. Then he looked at Barranca with a half-smile: "Why are there so many people here who know the law and break the law, and have extraordinary abilities to commit crimes? The person who committed the hit-and-run accident and covered up the crime was not dealt with properly? Barranca, we have known each other for so long, and I believe in your ability. Could it be that they still have the ability to bribe you?"

"...No." The King of Curses clicked his tongue, "You killed too many people in the past few months, it was simply indiscriminate. After a month of restraint, they really couldn't restrain themselves. The most important thing is that there are more than A demigod interceded for them, saying that they had all participated in the battle against the Northern Continent Army, and hoped that their sentences could be commuted as appropriate. If they continue to be killed like this, we will not be able to keep up with the speed of training new people."

"After a month of abstinence, they will go crazy. Who allowed them to be so indulgent before?"

Richard sneered and threw the file back, without any sympathy in his eyes: "Do they really think that I am so short of people that they will destroy the country? Then let's repair it with these demigods, okay? Brother, I believe in you.”

"But our system and punishment methods must be changed."

"You can change it, but you can't change it like this. Do they still want low-sequence and low-sequence to be equal, mid-sequence and mid-sequence to be equal, and then the law will not be responsible for high-sequence? Then just don't legislate, what do I want it for?" Richard sneered, " Those with high serial numbers will live longer and have better health, so it is appropriate to increase the punishment as appropriate.”

"But you have to be clear about one thing. Among the people who can survive to this day and live to the middle and high levels of the Rose School of thought, there are no clean people like you and I want. All we can do is balance our merits and demerits. They are crazy , cruel, but also compatriots who have fought together."

"Of course I know, but the people they are dominating now are also their former compatriots. Not to mention that we are not safe yet, but if we start to indulge in this level of stability now, it will be no different from those in the Northern Continent. "

The King of Curses shook his head. He knew what the other party said was reasonable and knew what his own position was, so he took the file and asked:

"How far do you want to repair it? Separate the limbs, cut into pieces, or extract the soul and torture it?"

"Isn't this a bit cruel? We have begun to move towards a new era. We should not always retain the lynchings of the past. We should use labor reform on them, directly use curses to deprive them of the extraordinary power of the divine seal and throw them away to farm. Anyway, They are in good physical condition and can easily cultivate hundreds of acres of wasteland a day." Richard waved his hand, "That's it, I'll leave first."

"See you later."

Barranca also waved his hand: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that the little audience you are following is now Sequence 5."

"Oh?" Richard stopped teleporting to the spiritual world, with a slight smile on his face, "This is a good thing. If there is an audience to help us treat the addiction and psychological problems caused by indulgence, I will also No need to kill so many people.”

"But her family seems to be having some difficulties recently."

Barranca said: "I'm not familiar with her. Please pay attention to her when you have time."

Richard thought for a while, and the colors around him continued to become brighter. He entered the spiritual world again and replied:

"I will."

…

At noon, it was time to collect the daily food rations in Baiyin City.

At this point, the city is filled with joyful and hopeful laughter, and soon the sweet aroma of food fills the air.

The average height of children is 1.8 meters, and the average height of adults is more than 2.2 meters. The "Church of Fools" and the "Mushroom Distribution Department" were bustling with giants. But even though there were many people, they all queued up in an orderly manner, and no one jumped in line or jumped in front of them.

Compared with the crowded "Church of the Fool", the existing "Church of the Creator" in Silver City seems much deserted.

A few months later, there are still several people praying silently here, and the lively scene outside seems to have nothing to do with them.

Little Uno, who had gray hair and blue eyes and looked to be only two or three years old, sat in the front row.

Two meters in front of him were the pulpit and the cross. Like everyone else, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands and prayed silently.

Believers of the Creator still exist in Silver City. These people will also participate in some activities of "The Fool" and will also pray that the people in Silver City can live a happier life. We are all compatriots, and they will not be right just because their beliefs have not changed. Others become hostile. The people of Silver City will not point fingers because they do not convert. Most people praise the Creator and the Fool. The two beliefs are very harmoniously integrated in this small city-state.

If this scene were seen by the Demon of Knowledge, he would probably be shocked again, and would also feel that he had strong evidence that God and Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun were clearly having an affair.

For these absolutely devout believers, Colin Iliad and the Council of Six had some words to say. In the end, the most authoritative Chief Colin convinced them of the legitimacy of "The Fool is the Lord's ally, and he will save Silver City on the Lord's behalf. Following the Fool is the Lord's expectation, not forgetting and abandoning it." They finally persuaded them to accept it. "The Fool" spent a lot of effort to deliver safe food from the outside world.

Otherwise, if there are still people who insist on eating monster meat because of their beliefs and are in danger when normal food and medicine are already available, it will be too much of a loss.

There was a person leaning against the wall outside the Church of the Creator. Edward did not go in. He was listening to the prayers of the people inside and playing with a special and ancient musical instrument in his arms.

He plucked some of the strings and produced a layered scale.

“Sing your wrath, O gods.

Sing the wrath of the betrayed god,

His death brought unprecedented disaster..."

Edward hummed a few words, then took out his notebook, took out a pencil, and scratched a few times on the lyrics and corresponding musical notation:

"The descending scale should be used here, and a semitone should be added when it rises... In addition to adjusting the timbre, the lyre is better paired with a classical style narrative poem. I can't carry the harp everywhere I go. "

After some modifications, He let go of his hand, and the notebook floated in the air, like an invisible shelf.

“His death brought unprecedented disaster,

It has brought disaster to the creatures and humans on the earth.

The world falls into eternal darkness,

The stars and moon also disappeared.

human corpse,

Eaten by wild beasts and monsters,

Abandoned, forgotten, ignored, and killed by the hands of loved ones,

Thus embodying the will of the Creator. "

Edward revised it while playing, and completed the first paragraph of the narrative poem. He was writing songs and music to someone outside the Church of the Creator. God didn't seem to care too much, and Ouroleus inside still closed his eyes and listened carefully.

"And before that...

There is light coming from chaos,

The sky and the earth shook together.

The fire of a prairie fire follows Him,

The kite of destiny uses Him as its bobbin.

The blood of the ancient gods dyed the earth red, and then human city-states rose.

The stars once shone for Him,

The sun and moon received their majesty,

All things are prosperous, civilization is growing vigorously, and brilliance gathers here,

Thus proving the brilliance of His birth as a human being. "

When the last note fell, Edward reached out and pressed the strings, stopping the aftershocks of the strings and causing the sound to stop abruptly.

"I feel like I can't sing too many memories of praising Him under God's eyes, otherwise I will be captured and turned into a lamb to write hymns, hymns and operas for a hundred thousand years. That would be even more black-hearted than the true Creator."

It just so happens that I only made up two paragraphs. Edward put away the notebook in a good mood and sent Qin back to the past history.

During this time, the God of Death also prayed to find Him to discuss business.

The other party felt the insecurity of the current world, and with a sense of urgency, he took the initiative to explore whether the remaining portion of the "Pale Emperor" could be exchanged for him. But the God of Death does not have enough chips in his hand now, and the devil who advocates bartering will not accept the other party's empty promise of "first becoming a god and then cutting off the God of War in exchange for a share of his 'hand of god'". The deal sadly didn't happen.

Edward turned around and saw that the bustling half-giants receiving food had basically dispersed. He leaned over curiously and took a serious look at the Church of Fools in front of him for the first time. He also did not go in, but was outside. Eavesdropping on the priest's sermon.

The preacher was a blond-haired young man, or boy, who looked young.

Obviously, he was already familiar with this matter. His expression and movements were very serious and upright, without any shyness.

"My Lord calls himself 'The Fool'. In the past, present, and future, he is the great master who controls the spiritual world. He is also the king of yellow and black who controls good luck. He is also the beacon for every living being to pursue eternity."

"Our Lord resides above reality and the spiritual world. His mercy is spread across heaven and earth. There are several angels standing beside His seat..."

“The ‘Angel of Punishment’ is the Lord’s thunder, the Lord’s wrath, the Lord’s hand, the judge and executioner of all the fallen and unclean.”

"Opposite of the 'Angel of Punishment' is the 'Angel of Abundance'. He is a symbol of life and a messenger of creation. He follows the Lord's oracle and comes to bring us salvation."

There was no trace of guilt for lying on Derrick's face, because although Frank Lee was emphasized by "The Fool" to be just a saint, his reputation in Silver City was so high that being promoted to an angel was almost a place abandoned by God. As expected.

If an angel could be selected by voting, everyone in Silver City and Moon City would vote for "Abundance."

Thousands of miles away in the Northern Continent, Klein suddenly sneezed hugely, as if something very bad was about to happen.

TBC

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The djinn is on his way on horseback. (Really fast)