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

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To stop George III's ritual, the forces I can contact include Mr. Azik, "War Angel" Medici, the messenger lady is not sure whether she is willing to take action, and the witch Triss who has a grudge against George III...

She has a strong will for revenge. If she is still paying attention to this matter, she will definitely find a way to contact me.

But the key point is that Klein doesn't feel that he can trust Triss, the witch, or he can only trust Triss's hatred for George III. In addition, what Klein hopes most is to find her and eliminate her. to make up for the mistake of letting her go in order to take advantage of her.

Her value is far outweighed by the danger she might pose.

What's more, the other party's name now has "Chick" in it!

Three days later? If we just want to destroy the ritual, the power of the two angels, Triss and myself should be enough.

The biggest danger lies in the God of Thunder and George III himself... I don't know if George III can have his hands free during the promotion ceremony, but as long as the God of Thunder waves his hand, all the angels who come are probably in vain.

Klein put down the newspaper and walked towards his guests with a smile unchanged.

Sure enough, the guests all saw the newspapers one after another and began to discuss this upcoming event with great interest.

"Everyone, are you looking forward to it?"

Dawn picked up a glass of fresh orange juice, sat down at the men's table, and joined the guests' conversation with a smile.

Enyuni, the valet, brought him food and spread butter on white bread.

Several gentlemen were discussing whether the sudden disappearance of Admiral Qionas was related to His Majesty the King's advance ceremony, but they did not know that Admiral Qionas, who had been missing for two days in their eyes, was less than two meters away from them at the moment - right in front of them. In Enyuni’s belly.

"Yes! His Majesty the King will use the power of the gods to repair the city, restore the precious buildings that were destroyed in the attack, and will also allow everyone to learn the knowledge of mysticism. This is something worth looking forward to!" A young man said the gentleman cheerfully.

If only mid- and low-sequence extraordinarys are disclosed and the acting method is not disclosed, the selection will begin from the moment one becomes an extraordinary person. But if the acting method is disclosed or hinted, everyone can remain stable and digest the magic potion, and the competition for promotion will become fierce again, and human beings will become carriers of extraordinary characteristics instead of people... Klein shook his head slightly in his heart, his face His smile also became a little lighter.

He believed that George III and the church should have a plan to deal with it, such as only giving low-sequence potions and having to join the church. These are not things that he should worry about - unless the big shots are completely unprepared.

"I look forward to the moment when His Majesty the King will usher in a new era."

Congressman Macht was also discussing with great interest, but compared to those young men, women and children who wanted to be extraordinary, he seemed more reserved and calm: "What I am more concerned about is that these incredible powers will bring about the impact of air pollution control. What kind of changes are coming?”

The others were immediately started chatting. Dawn kept smiling, cutting the breakfast on the plate gracefully, and joining in the conversation from time to time to answer a few questions.

He could see that Roen had been depressed for almost a year and needed a big event to enhance their collective sense of honor and let them release their depression. George III's speech was the inspiring event they were eagerly waiting for.

But this time they were probably destined to be disappointed.

Klein steeled his heart and finished the delicious breakfast calmly.

The morning sun was warm, and after dinner, it was another long time for leisure and relaxation. The guests dispersed in twos and threes, some went back to their rooms to rest, some went to the lounge to play cards and chat, and some went for a walk in the manor. As the host, Dawn had to arrange everyone in place.

Time passed by in such a hurry, and it was not until after lunch that Klein quickly found an excuse to take a customary nap to shirk the invitation to ride a horse, and returned to his bedroom with a yawn.

After resting for a while, Klein came to the table and sat down, and began to think about Triss.

"If Triss will attack Viscount Stratford, then she must have already made some guesses about George III. As a witness, she shouldn't need me to explain the details to her again."

"She doesn't trust me, and I want to catch her. In order to prevent herself from being exposed, she will definitely not give me information until the final confirmation stage before taking action. It's almost time now, and she may have started to consider contacting me."

After thinking for a while, Klein slowly relaxed, got up, washed up, and then lay down on the bed.

Regarding the matter of George III, Tris seemed to be more motivated than him, so he could wait and see if she had any plans or new preparations for what would happen in three days.

…

"First of all, congratulations on successfully becoming a Sequence 5."

Richard smiled at Audrey in the mirror, then held his chin with one hand and asked: "I remember that the Sequence 5 of 'Audience' is called 'Dream Walker', and now there are only ordinary people in Backlund." I can provide you with the dream of a mid-level Beyonder. I wonder if it will be helpful to your performance?"

Audrey was excited and nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you, I think it should be helpful."

"Well, it just so happens that we are about to usher in a period when a group of mentally ill people are concentrated and out of control. It has been more than three months. There are many people who can't control themselves. We need all kinds of doctors to help here."

"Do I, do I need to go over and help?" Of course it is best for a doctor to be face to face with the patient. No matter how much she thought about it, she would not be able to trouble Richard to bring the patient to the mirror every time, so Audrey showed Some hesitation, "I'm afraid I still can't go out recently."

"You don't need to go out."

Richard opened the drawer, took out a palm-sized rag doll with only four limbs and no facial features, and placed it on the table facing Audrey. The latter was very interested because her bathroom dresser had no drawers:

"You can come to us through this and attach your soul to it. In this way, you can move like ordinary people and display extraordinary abilities."

So magical... Audrey took a second look at the naked rag doll, imagining what a rag doll that looked like herself would look like.

"Of course, there is also custom-made business."

Richard dug out a sewing kit from somewhere and slowly threaded black thread on the needle: "Of course you need to disguise yourself. What kind of appearance do you want to appear in the Southern Continent? This rag doll is for you. It doesn’t cost money, but you have to pay more for a doctor.”

"Can you customize the shape according to my ideas?"

Audrey was a little excited. She hurriedly said "Excuse me" and then used psychological invisibility to sneak out of the bathroom.

Under Anne's nose, she ran back to the bedroom and rummaged through the storage room to find the dolls of her childhood. She first took out the platinum evening dress from her favorite doll, but then put it down regretfully, feeling that Doctors can't dress like this. After some searching, she took off a simple light-colored dress with no patterns from a doll, and wore a doctor's white gown.

Audrey returned to the bathroom and put the doll's clothes on the dressing table: "Is this okay?"

Richard glanced at it and said with a half-smile:

"Do you want to wear white? That's fine too."

The psychiatrist realized something, but still couldn't let go of his yearning for professional attire and nodded.

"In the Southern Continent, you'd better not have a face like the Northern Continent, but if you aspire to become a person without borders, it doesn't matter."

"Do as you say."

Richard slowly sewed out the facial features of the plain rag doll in his hand, mixed out colorful threads to embroider the eyes and hairline, and moved as skillfully as a senior tailor. At Audrey's request, a rag doll with orange-red hair, blue eyes, soft and ordinary facial features, and some tiny freckles on the face was gradually completed. Richard pulled a piece of cloth and wrapped it casually around the rag doll. After a few turns, some sewing skills and some deformation curses, the cute temporary container was ready, and Audrey liked it very much.

Richard tied a knot, bit off the thread, and asked:

"Do you plan to start working today? You only need to work for two hours at a time. I suggest you go to their dreams for treatment, so that you can digest the potion better. I will have someone protect you to prevent you from being affected by their emotions."

Audrey, who had been to the Southern Continent many times as a soul, was still a little excited when she heard this sentence. She quickly glanced at the time and said:

"Can you let me get used to it first? Just one hour will be enough."

Richard replaced words with actions. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and Audrey felt herself rising into the air again, flying towards the mirror. Just like walking through a door, after a brief journey through the spiritual world, she suddenly fell down and fell into a container.

The things in front of her gradually became clearer. Audrey blinked, tried to turn her neck, and clenched her fists.

After a brief period of discomfort, she quickly mastered her new body. Audrey stood up unsteadily, walked a few steps in the packed room, and came to the mirror.

The person in the mirror was not Audrey Hall with blond hair and green eyes, but a young woman with slightly frizzy orange hair and blue eyes like the sky. The person in the mirror is obviously from the southern continent. He looks to be in his twenties, has a capable temperament, and has long hair braided behind his back.

Audrey walked back and forth in front of the mirror a few times, feeling particularly curious about how tall she had suddenly grown.

Then, she looked at her body. Although it was a rag doll, it looked like a real person when held.

"Are you used to it? Let's go when you are used to it."

Richard left the small study, and Audrey followed him out. The light clothes and flat short boots made her feel a different sense of relief. Opening the door, Audrey's eyes froze. She saw the puppet demigod who was always hostile to her. The demigod wearing a black robe and a red patterned wooden mask on his face came to report. , seeing Audrey following Richard, also showed a trace of curiosity.

She was just curious. Audrey, who had the face of a Southern Continent person, did not feel any hostility from the other party.

"You're here, Tawfik."

Richard said hello, then pushed Audrey forward behind him, and said with a smile:

"What a coincidence. This person is someone I poached from the Psychological Alchemy Society, a Sequence 5 doctor. However, she is still in the internship period and can change jobs at any time. You can take her to familiarize yourself with the hospital's condition statistics first. The patient."

Taufik looked at Audrey again: "Doctor?"

This girl is young, has a good temperament, and is wearing a white coat. She looks like she has a lot of experience.

Audrey observed the other party's body movements. The "Prisoner" pathway was good at hiding her emotions and thoughts. It was a little difficult to read the other party's emotions, but Audrey clearly felt the other party's welcome and expectation for her. This was something she had never experienced before.

It's really a wonderful feeling to meet the same people with different identities... Audrey was a little excited and felt that she could understand why people in novels always like to act under various false identities. The demigod named Taufik in front of her was obviously kinder to the people of the Southern Continent. Thinking of this, she restrained her habitual urge to practice the etiquette of the Northern Continent, walked up openly, and followed the instructions that Richard had taught her. He made a simple salute:

"Nice to meet you, my name is... Letty Orr."

"Welcome, Miss Orr."

As Audrey thought, Taufik's tone and expression were obviously much softer, without much arrogance of a demigod.

Facing such a young Sequence 5 girl who might knock on the door of divinity at any time, he didn't really have the qualifications to be arrogant after becoming a demigod at almost a hundred years old.

"Get along well, Tawfik. Don't scare people, and don't use your status to pressure others. Letty, if he bullies you, you can file a complaint with me at any time." Richard smiled slightly and waved goodbye, "Then I'll go to Balam. , go chat with the consul."

"Chief, why do you say that..."

Tawfiq whispered, obviously he would not connect the young woman in front of him with the blond noble girl who appeared from time to time. After watching Richard enter the spiritual world, he cleared his throat, but still asked pleasantly:

"Miss Orr, do you want to go to the ordinary hospital or the hospital for extraordinary people first?"

Audrey did not forget that she was here for internship to digest potions, so she smiled and said, "Is there any patient I can help with?"

"Well, as for the hospital for civilians, there is no one there now, but there are some victims of extraordinary power who need to be comforted."

Taufik did not hide it from her, he took out a report from his arms, picked up a few at random and read them: "After the leader announced the moderation, although everyone was trying to restrain themselves, the indulgence habits developed over the years were still If you can't control it, there are incidents of extraordinary people hurting people everywhere. For example, being suddenly bitten to death by a werewolf, being strangled to death by a living corpse, having the whole family's soul eaten by a resentful spirit, or passionately hurting and harming others because of their strong desires. Violation...and these are the civilians you want to treat."

Audrey was thankful that her rag doll body didn't sweat, otherwise her hands would have been covered in cold sweat.

"Thank you for your detailed information." Audrey said tactfully, "What about the Beyonders who need treatment?"

"Then, there are werewolves that suddenly bite people, zombies that kill people, and resentful spirits that are addicted to human souls."

Audrey frowned slightly: "...Isn't it the death penalty?"

She felt a little disappointed, but that was understandable. Extraordinary people have privileges. Sure enough, favoritism exists everywhere...

Taufik shrugged: "The leader supports homomorphic revenge to a certain extent, but if he continues to kill us, we will have no one left, so the leader decided to join the labor camp. You cure their mental illness first, and then we will deprive the extraordinary people." ability, arrange for them to participate in production activities, and serve for a sufficient number of years before being executed. This period of time is enough to train new people."

"?"

Audrey felt that her mind was a little confused: "What about the demigods?"

"Demigods also have to serve a sentence." Taufik sighed, "For example, I can live for two hundred years. If I commit a crime and serve 20 years in Sequence 4 or below and then be executed, I will have to serve 40 years in prison. years, the sentence will be increased proportionately.”

The demigods also increased the punishment at their own discretion... Audrey could barely restrain her expression and almost burst out laughing.

"I understand, thank you."

Her bad mood was relieved by this episode, and she took the initiative and said, "Please take me to a hospital for civilians."

"Perhaps...ordinary people need help more than extraordinary people."

…

One day later, Backlund, Berklund Street.

After returning to his residence, Klein sighed deeply, feeling like he was home.

Immediately afterwards, he had a slight inspiration, and the four-headed Reinette Tinichole came out of the void and brought a letter.

Whose is this? Klein reached out to take it, and then a picture flashed in his mind - a woman standing there as graceful as a dark flower in the dark sewer.

Triss's letter... She has indeed been paying attention to this matter.

Klein let out a breath and took the letter.

TBC

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