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

722

Looking at the "Fool" card that slipped out of his sleeve, Zaratul couldn't calm down for a long time.

A gust of cold wind from late autumn blew in at the right time, adding an even more terrifying atmosphere to the scene.

Although he is Sequence One, Zaratul does not feel that he can use his weak divination to find out the location of the holder of the Origin Castle and the people around him who are protected by him. Because the rank of Origin Castle is too high, it is impossible to be divined by anything. Even if Amon comes, it must be investigated through occult connections and abnormal clone deaths.

In other words, the appearance of this card is not the result of my own divination, but the product of mystical connection!

...There are two ways to interpret it. One is because I have just had close contact with Yuan Castle and was contaminated by the other party's aura and connection, so the "Fool" card naturally appeared... The other is that this girl and Yuan Castle hold The most important thing is that the "Fool" card appeared when I was divining this girl. Even if there are two reasons, the latter must be more likely!

Melissa looked at Zaratul who was suddenly silent with curiosity, and saw the "Fool" card that slipped from his sleeve to the ground. She bent down and helped the old fortune-teller pick up the cards:

"Give."

"Thank you." Zaratul took it and thanked him in a dry voice, "Let me do a simple divination for you. You can choose to divination the progress of things that have troubled you recently, your fortune in the future, or the health of your family. Future relationships..."

He moved back, babbled, and shuffled the cards in his hands.

Melissa watched him shuffling the cards in fascination. It was hard to imagine that a pair of such old hands could have such incredible dexterity. After a few seconds, Melissa woke up as if from a dream, and said while thinking:

"I did encounter a little trouble in school...I originally studied with a professor who believed in the god of steam and machinery, but he returned to Intis two months ago because of his belief, and our project was We were forced to put it on hold, and a professor who believed in the goddess came to take over. However, this professor did not understand our project. After trying to advance it for a while, he decided to change direction or reorganize..."

Zaratul understood: "In other words, you are facing a situation where all your efforts over the past few months have come to nothing."

"……Yes."

Melissa reviewed this proverb twice in her mind, and felt that there was an indescribable philosophy in it. I am afraid it was something that Emperor Russell said:

"I only worked hard for two months, and it's not a big loss... The professor also promised that he would arrange us to a more suitable project team... Fortunately, I didn't switch to steam because of the first professor's favor. With the God of Machinery, there is no opportunity to apply for study abroad in Intis, otherwise the situation may be even worse than it is now."

"So are you planning to study divination?" Zaratul shuffled the cards and prepared to draw one from them.

"If I can only divine once... I hope to divine my brother's work fortune." Melissa shook her head without hesitation, "He seems to have encountered a bottleneck in his work recently. He is always absent-minded and frowning, and he is not interested in the work. Things were avoided. And I just became a college student this year, and my project is not going well, and I can't make money to support my family. My brother's luck is more important than me."

Although she doesn’t really believe in divination, and thinks it is just a comforting thing like psychotherapy. Like many believers in steam, she believes that all the unknown and supernatural things cannot be explained by science. However, she also believed in the god of steam through the professor who believed in the god of steam. After learning about the existence of "real supernatural power", I became more curious and awed about things I didn't understand.

Zarathu Xin said that I was giving a divination for free, so I restrained myself from asking Melissa "Which brother?" in a bad way. After all, this little girl thought that one of her brothers was "dead", so divination The object must be the one she thinks is still alive.

He drew a card from it and showed it to Melissa:

"It is the position of the priestess. Please see, this card symbolizes knowledge, tranquility and self-change, implying a kind of sedimented learning and change, not only in terms of knowledge, but also in the soul. Miss Melissa, Your brother may have a long period of time at work that requires accumulation, and after this period of time will bring about a good result and considerable gains."

Everyone likes to hear something nice, and Melissa is no exception.

She breathed a small sigh of relief at these words, which she thought put her in a good mood, whether true or comforting.

"Miss, do you want to know the reason why your brother is absent-minded?"

Zaratul easily gained some of Melissa's trust and favor. Having learned a lot of negotiation skills with demons, he was quite confident in his own sense of mystery, so he took the initiative and asked with a smile.

Melissa didn't have time to speak, but her eyes were once again attracted by Zaratul's shuffling skills. Zaratul quickly ended the shuffling, pulled out a card, turned his finger, and displayed it to Melissa. In front of my eyes:

"It turns out to be the lover in the right position, miss!"

Zaratul chuckled. He had not divined so many trivial human affairs for a long time, and he smiled sincerely. Although He already got the answer in the first divination, He still patiently performed a divination performance for Melissa:

"Your brother may have some changes in his relationship that cannot be ignored, and this may be a good thing, don't you think?"

"What, you mean, Benson-"

Melissa's eyes widened for a moment, and she covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief. Then a smile appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and her brown-black eyes shone brightly, making her look more lively and cute. It's like the reaction a girl of her current age should have.

Benson...Zarath of course would not let go of this name. He immediately used his spiritual perception to conduct divination and got a lot of information about the person with this name: Benson Moretti currently lives in Backlund and does not have any extraordinary qualities. Ability, the family is a believer of the goddess of the night. And he originally lived in a city called Tingen with his younger brother and younger sister... He was a government employee who just started working this year. He moved here with his younger sister at the end of last year... He was not the same age, and his appearance was not the same as that of Yuanbao. The heir does not match... This is the eldest son, so he is the second son... The family's situation has leapt from an ordinary clerk barely making ends meet to a government employee with a weekly salary of more than 3 pounds in one year. It is unexpectedly good luck...

Zaratul's eyebrows raised slightly.

He divined that there was an abnormal income in the Moretti family, and its source was the Church of the Night.

Is this what she meant by "died in the line of duty"? Unexpectedly, the holder of Source Castle was once a believer of the Goddess of Night, but why did he die and why did he become the favored one of the Creator... Was it the escape technique of a false believer, or was it a conversion after being resurrected by the Creator?

He still knew too little about the holder of the Origin Castle. He had given him so much information but still could only rely on guesswork.

The old fortune teller pursed his lips, and his breath made the messy white beard around him sway slightly.

"Oh my god, he, he didn't tell me at all."

Melissa's eyes sparkled, half surprised and half resentful because Benson hesitated to speak. This old gentleman was able to tell the simple situation of his family as soon as they met, and Melissa was already sixty-seven percent convinced of this result. She was about to say thank you and leave, but saw the old gentleman handing the pile of tarot cards flatly in front of her, smiling kindly and saying:

"Little girl, do you want to do a divination?"

"?I……"

"Well, the simplest." Zaratul saw Melissa's hesitation and added, "It just so happened that I also had something troublesome. Just when I was thinking about how to deal with it, you appeared in my In front of you. No skills required, just randomly draw a card."

Hearing this, Melissa was a little eager to try:

"Can I just draw one out?"

Zaratul smiled and nodded.

This was the first time Melissa had such an opportunity and encountered such an incredible thing. She was a little curious and reserved. After thinking for a while, she directly took the top card and slowly opened it:

"This is...the hermit?"

Zaratul raised his eyebrows and looked over, only to see that the card in the girl's hand was the "Hermit" in the right position!

After looking at the reverse position for so long, he finally saw a picture that belonged to him in the upright position, and it was not a tower. Zarath had the urge to cry with joy.

"Aloof, aloof, cautious, solitary, elder, wise..."

This card from Melissa's hand expresses Melissa's views and attitude towards herself. If the other party is really the turning point in fate that she is looking for, then the metaphor of this card is particularly important. Zaratul didn't feel complacent just because this was the right position. He silently recalled the meaning and symbol of "The Hermit" in his heart, and was unsure whether this was a warning for his own choices and his future:

"Think before you act, ask for advice, explore inward, guide, introspect, and avoid being blind or living in isolation..."

Zaratul remained silent, tapping his thigh slowly with one finger, feeling as if he had grasped something, but also as if he didn't understand it at all. There is no way, this is how divination and fate work.

Russell had also murmured that there was some rule among diviners that "you can't tell secrets or your life will be shortened." Zaratul had never heard of this rule. But it is undeniable that in the early days, Russell sometimes thought too highly of Him. Zaratul knew that he was neither omniscient nor omnipotent, and he was far from the pinnacle in divination.

Sometimes He doesn’t say it, not only because He can’t say it, but also because He himself doesn’t know what will happen.

Seeing that He had no reaction, Melissa thought this card had a bad omen. Just when she was a little nervous holding the cards, Zaratul suddenly smiled with enlightenment. While smiling, he thanked Melissa:

"Thank you, Miss Melissa. Your divination has made me think about the future and I am no longer so confused."

Melissa, who thought she just grabbed a random card, looked at the "Hermit" card in her hand and couldn't help but wonder:

"Is divination really so magical? Can you see your future destiny through a card?"

Haha, as long as you use ritual magic correctly, it is not difficult to borrow power from a great existence. Divination and mysticism have never gone away, they are just hidden... Zaratul nodded slightly: "Yes, Miss Melissa. , maybe you don’t think there is any meaning in it, no matter what is drawn, it is a coincidence, but for people like us, whether it is a coincidence or a random number, it is one of the predictions of fate.”

He took all the cards from Melissa's hand, put the pendulum back into his arms, then picked up the crutch and stood up slowly. Melissa stretched out her hand to help, but found that the old man's movements were not slow, and he did not seem to be injured in the fall just now:

"You have already given me this prophecy just now. It is destined that you are the one who will give this prophecy to me."

Melissa stood up as well. After hearing this sentence, she was stunned for a few seconds and opened her eyes slightly:

"Are you saying that I appeared here, I bumped into you, and I gave you a divination, are all of this actually destiny?"

She suddenly found that she could not understand the old man's thoughts, but as an educated and polite woman, she did not express a clear denial of this view. She knew that the thinking of older people must be very stubborn and old-fashioned, let alone such old people who still need to do divination in a mysterious way.

Melissa didn't say anything. She opened her mouth to say goodbye, but Zaratul said first:

"It's a pleasure communicating with you, Miss Melissa. I hope we can both get answers we're satisfied with."

"Me too." Melissa held the document in one hand and held her skirt in the other hand and gave a simple salute.

"Go back quickly, miss. If you go home on the third street now, you can still see some interesting things..." Zaratul showed a mysterious smile, then bowed slightly and turned away.

"Interesting thing? What interesting thing..."

Melissa said goodbye to this strange old man. She took her things and walked alone on the road for a while. She wanted to just walk back, but Zaratul's last words kept lingering in her ears, and they were profound. His words seemed to have a hook, making it difficult for her to forget.

"Third Street is only a few minutes away from here. It's a little detour to get home, but it's safer..."

Melissa's feet naturally turned, and she quickly passed through a small block, avoiding the slowly approaching streetcar, and entered Third Street, which had a significantly larger flow of people.

It is now the peak time for get off work and school in the evening, and Hillston District is full of young people walking together, as well as gentlemen and ladies in formal attire and hurriedly carrying briefcases. The shops on the street are doing their best to take advantage of the peak period, and there are many customers dining in restaurants and dessert shops. As Melissa walked, she looked around suspiciously, looking for the "interesting thing" Zaratul said.

Suddenly, Melissa saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Ah, Ben-"

She quickly shut her mouth and hid aside, staring intently at her brother Benson and a strange lady walking together, the two chatting and laughing happily. Benson was more active and eloquent than usual, constantly bringing up interesting topics one after another, making the young lady laugh. The atmosphere between the two was subtle and harmonious, and there were also some vague unspeakable emotions.

Benson sent the lady into a townhouse and tidied his collar with satisfaction. Then he suddenly found a pair of sparkling eyes not far in front of him staring at him. When he looked carefully, Benson I was startled and suddenly felt guilty:

"May, Melissa, why are you here?"

The eldest brother who was so eloquent just now suddenly became clumsy and tongue-tied, like a student who was caught skipping class secretly, and his cheeks even turned slightly red. When he came into contact with his sister's meaningful and smiling eyes, Benson coughed uncomfortably and turned away:

"Don't you usually take shortcuts? Why are you here suddenly today?"

Melissa looked at the townhouse where the strange lady disappeared, and then at Benson, her smile full of accomplishment and curiosity:

"You have always been absent-minded during this period, and you have taken detours to come back late just to see this lady home?"

Benson coughed again, hummed twice randomly, reached out to pull his sister's arm, and led her home as if running away: "What about you? Melissa, why did you suddenly appear here? You should You're not following me from Queens, are you?"

"I'll tell you when I get back." Melissa said excitedly, "Benson, how long have you been together? When are you going to propose?"

"It's still early! Ruth and I, no, Ms. Brooke is a new employee in our cooperation department. She is very good. I just happened to be with her for a while." Benson looked uncomfortably towards the roadside. He saw a crow that was foraging for food, "We just met not long ago, we are just some familiar colleagues. Melissa, don't think too much."

Melissa smiled as she recalled the divination content and the Lovers cards.

Amid the crowds of people passing by, the brother and sister held each other's arms and trotted toward home under the afterglow of the evening.

…

"At that time, my father and mother were walking like this. Suddenly, they fell to the ground and died."

In a barren wilderness, orange-red-haired Letty Orr sat next to a stone. A little boy in ragged clothes, whose feet were covered with mud and blood scabs from walking for a long time, sat next to her. .

"Is it because of hunger?" Audrey asked softly.

"Well, I'm very hungry, and my stomach is always burning, but I won't feel it after a few days."

There was no sad expression on the face of the black-haired little boy, only childlike innocence and calmness. He sat on the ground and played with a few stones, telling Audrey that the two larger stones were "Mom and Dad" and the two smaller stones were him and his brother.

"Mom and dad are dead, lying on the ground, and birds and dogs are coming to eat them."

"I'm hungry and I want to eat, but I can't because those are my parents."

While muttering that he couldn't eat it, the little boy grabbed the two stones and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them as hard as bread. There was a crunching sound when gnawing, and Audrey's fingers clenched tightly, but she made no sound.

His mouth was dripping with blood, and he continued vaguely:

"We walked for a long time and we were very hungry. My brother told me that he could endure it for a long time and it would be okay to go without food for a month. I believed him."

As he spoke, he grabbed the pebble, put it in his mouth and started chewing:

"But that night, my brother starved to death."

"The birds and dogs didn't want to eat my brother because they could eat too much, but my brother was so thin that he only had skin and bones, so I burned him." The little boy showed a proud smile and raised his head proudly , as if waiting for praise.

Seeing the blood in his mouth and the broken teeth that were stained red, Audrey couldn't help but use a comfort method to herself. She endured it again and again, and endured it again, and mustered up the courage to take a deep breath as calmly as possible, gently. He smiled and said:

"Well done Pula, you are strong and brave."

The little boy received the praise, raised his head higher, and said with great enthusiasm: "That's right! When I burned my brother, there were still people who wanted to take my brother away, but I didn't let them succeed! I protected my brother. !”

Someone came to rob my brother when he was burning him? Why do you want to snatch a dead child? Could it be... Audrey felt dizzy. She was glad that she was possessed by a rag doll. If she had a body, even if she had gone through a lot of mental training, she might have started retching or actually vomiting - then this psychological treatment would be completely Failure would also be a major failure for her as a psychiatrist.

She nodded vigorously and reached out to stroke the little boy's dirty, lumpy hair, making her smile full of vitality and encouragement:

"You did a great job! From now on, you must protect other people just like you protect your younger brother, okay?"

"Yeah!" The little boy nodded vigorously after receiving the affirmation, and suddenly asked, "Sister, have you seen gems?"

Audrey thought about Letty's character for a while, and then thought that she was in psychotherapy, so she shook her head and showed a curious look: "I haven't seen it before, has Pula seen it? What does the gem look like?"

The little boy stretched out his hand and gestured with a ball the size of a child's fist:

"It's so big, red, and shiny!"

"When I was very hungry, I saw a gem next to a dead person. I was very happy and wanted to take the gem away to exchange for food, but I was too hungry and couldn't bear it, so I Just ate the gem..."

The little boy hammered the ground angrily: "It must be the problem with the gems. Since then, I have been hungry all the time. No matter how much I eat, I can't get enough. Even if I eat stones, meat, people, or souls, it's useless... …I’ve always been so hungry…and I’m so hungry now…”

As he spoke, the little boy began to rub his hands randomly on the ground, grabbing sand, stones, withered plants and everything he could find and stuffing them into his mouth. Audrey wanted to use her extraordinary ability to stop it, but she still gritted her teeth and endured it.

She is a traveler of dreams, not a shaper or changer of dreams.

No matter how much death, pain, and sorrow she saw in her dream, she could not change this dream, even if it was easy for her.

"You will definitely no longer be hungry..." Audrey reached out and stroked the head of the little boy who was eating groceries, and said softly, "When we meet next time, will my sister bring you something delicious?" Very delicious bread, sausages, barbecue, you will definitely like it..."

After hearing this, the little boy hurriedly raised his head and asked confusedly and expectantly:

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

Audrey's voice became gentler and filled with hypnotic magic: "I will bring a lot, so you can eat as much as you want..."

Under her comfort, the spirit of the dream owner gradually became calm, and the little boy gradually stopped chewing crazily and closed his eyes slightly.

"Sleep, sleep..." Audrey hummed softly.

When the little boy closed his eyes and fell asleep against the wall, a shadow appeared in the air. Tawfik, who was wearing a black mask with red stripes, gestured to Audrey. Audrey nodded, grabbed his arm, and the two of them worked together to leave the little boy's dream.

Soon, the two of them escaped from the dream and returned to the real world.

Audrey stood up from her seat and took a few steps lightly. She looked at the ferocious-looking old middle-aged man who was sleeping on the hospital bed and was locked with chains and restraints with extraordinary abilities, and sighed softly.

"I didn't expect that Pula's hunger would reach such an irreversible state, which makes me regretful."

Taufik walked up and whispered: "It is still dangerous to enter the dreamland of Sequence 6. Thank you for your hard work this time."

"This is what I should do, and it also helps my performance."

Audrey looked back and asked softly: "Did he really... do such an unforgivable thing?"

Taufik nodded: "Well, he couldn't control his desires, and he ate so many people during the ban, openly defying the leader's authority. What awaits him will be to be deprived of his power and all personal rights, and sent to the fields to do... Coolie till death.”

"This...sigh."

Audrey wanted to say something, but in the end, she just sighed softly.

It was difficult for her to connect this middle-aged man with soft and sad eyes with the child in the dream, and she could not imagine that such a taciturn man could become famous in the resistance army and finally return to the country victoriously, but one day he would Suddenly went crazy, killing and devouring dozens of lives.

"Pula should be happy, at least he can still work until death for other people."

Taufik's voice was also a little dull:

"In our school of thought, everyone has mental illnesses of varying severity. Normal people according to universal values ​​​​do not exist at all. Even leaders and gods are crazy and sick, and I am the same... I have a deep understanding of the Northern Continent and the North Mainlanders have a pathological hatred, and when I see people from the Northern Continent, I will subconsciously take action. Even though I know that people from the Northern Continent are not all bad people, I still can't control myself."

"Maybe at some point, you will come to treat me, and then watch me be stripped of my divinity and extraordinary abilities and sent to work in the fields."

"I'm trying my best to avoid this happening."

Audrey deliberately asked Leti to say solemnly: "Please be sure to monitor your mental health. By the way, I may have to take leave tomorrow and won't be able to help in the afternoon. Please ask for leave from His Highness Richard on my behalf." Bar."

Tawfik nodded without thinking: "Okay."

723

Saturday morning turned out to be a rare sunny day in Backlund.

The weather was invigorating and was obviously created for the King's Speech. But yesterday was as gloomy as ever. You couldn't even see the position of the sun, and it was impossible to explain it except for extraordinary abilities.

Klein opened his eyes early. In the middle of the night, he received a prayer from Leonard Mitchell who was far away in Tingen. Although he had thousands of reasons not to open his eyes, he could only answer the prayer while summoning the messenger while getting up. There is no choice but to give away the prepared "Yesterday Again" charm.

Or, at most, you can curse a few more words in your head about the routine of a sleepless person.

"October 4th...is coming so soon."

Before seven o'clock, Mr. Dawn Dantès, who had not slept for almost half the night, got up. 160 Burklund Street also came to life, and quickly made preparations around his employer. The employer was going to listen to a speech, and the servants There are also several people who are going to listen to the speech.

Originally, Klein planned to go by car as usual. But he took a look out the window and realized how outrageous his idea was.

Berklund Street is close to the city center, and it is less than 20 minutes' walk from the square in Hillston District.

The time for the speech was nine o'clock. It was just eight o'clock now, and people in dark clothes were already starting to walk along the street in groups, heading towards Hillston Square.

Compared with the warm atmosphere of the past few days, today is almost shockingly depressing. Probably because George III designated the content of his speech as "mourning the victims of this year." Although people are in groups, they are still talking to each other. There is no communication between them.

They walked forward in silence again, as if relying on inertia.

"Let's walk over."

Klein turned to the housekeeper and said, "Let everyone take a half-day off this morning. Enuni can just follow me."

The butler Walter hesitated to speak, but obeyed his employer's request.

Klein dressed up, picked up his cane, and walked to the Hillston District City Square with the secret puppet Enuni and the hidden secret puppet Qonas Kilger. In front of them, more and more people appeared. These people either wore formal clothes, held canes, dressed like gentlemen, or wore skirts with blue, green, yellow, and red as the main colors, or sweaters and jackets with long skirts. The trousers or skirt are dark black with low tones.

They came out of their houses and came from the street where they were, like splashes of water that merged together at the intersection to form a stream.

The stream surges forward and merges with multiple streams, intertwining into a majestic torrent at the entrance of the square.

The torrent surged slowly, flooding the square.

Being among the crowd, Klein felt for the first time in a long time that he was as small as a drop of water.

TBC

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When I was repairing my computer, I thought that I had not made any donations in the past two months, so I opened the charity donation one-to-one scholarship fund for poor students in my spare time.

Now the author has no money.

Become Richard! Wear a mask! Highway robbery! Hand over the money! Become bread! Destroy the corpses and eliminate traces! Take the money and donate it!