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

726

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"

In the dark world that echoed with the crows of crows, the eyes of the corpses hanging in the black-spire church were all fixed on Klein who appeared.

At the same time, there was the sound of slow footsteps coming from the depths of the church, as if an elderly man was slowly walking from the church.

Klein could figure out who the approaching person was without using his brain. While maintaining the special state of "Spirit Thread", he quickly snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

A ball of blazing white flame surged out from his wallet. This flame was the collective blessing of the "Red of War", covering him in an instant. But the white flames flashed a few times in the black church and then quickly extinguished, while Klein remained in place, unable to jump out.

"War Angel" is too far away from me! Relying only on this occult connection, it is impossible for me to jump outside. If He is nearby, or there are members of "War Red" nearby, I should be able to rely on this flame jump to move a little farther away... …

He didn't show any frustration, and immediately activated "Creeping Hunger" and tried to "teleport".

Klein's body suddenly became transparent and reappeared, unable to take a step away.

His starting point and ending point seem to be strangely connected.

"grafting"? "Grafting" of the "Stealer" path? Or is it the extraordinary ability of a high-sequence diviner path? Klein's thoughts were racing. He had long known that he would never be able to escape without spending some money in front of Zaratul, so without hesitation, he immediately reached out and grabbed the one that could be used again in the inner pocket of his shirt. Talisman.

The charm was exuding warm power, making Klein feel his mood gradually calming down.

But at this moment, the footsteps in the deepest place had arrived less than ten meters away from Klein. A beam of light came from nowhere, illuminating the interior of the black spire church a little, and Zaratul's figure appeared. This was displayed before Klein's eyes.

This Sequence 1 ancient angel, who has always been fearful and vigilant to Klein, is old and mysterious. The classical black robe he wears is unattractive, but it seems to be embroidered with a star map as a dark pattern. His gray beard seems to have been groomed, and follows his movements. and breath swaying slightly.

Klein uses himself to save others, and feels that the Zaratul in front of him must also be a projection of history.

For him, whether it was a historical projection or coming in person, it was enough for him to die twice. Just as Klein was about to use a spell to capture someone's historical projection to help, he suddenly saw Zaratul raising a hand and making a " Pause" action.

Zaratul's beard trembled, and there was a smile in his voice:

"Talk to this old man like me, young man."

"Aren't you willing? In the town on the top of the mountain, you not only talked to me a lot, but also played with the old man several times."

Of course, Klein would not believe Zaratul's lies. He pretended to use the power of the spell to grab the historical projection in the air, but in fact he was ready to light the paper crane that Will gave him. He would first let good luck come, and then try to grab it. Medici historical projection!

Zaratul ignored Klein's vigilance and distrust. He smiled slightly and waved his raised hand in the air.

In an instant, the black spire church changed its appearance and turned into a spacious and bright apartment. There were soft cushions and blankets on the wooden seats, and the stew pot in the kitchen exuded a lingering aroma. Zaratul and Klein suddenly changed their positions. They sat face to face at the dining table, and there were also things on the table. Put the warm tea that has been poured.

Klein found himself sitting on the chair and immediately struggled as if he had been burned. Zaratul happily sat down and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture:

"You can refill your own tea."

"..."

Klein did not answer or take any action, and scanned the new environment around him vigilantly.

He didn't think that what Zaratul presented to him would be without purpose. He frowned and carefully looked at the details of the apartment he was in - there were new gas lamps in this apartment, and hard books were placed on the bookshelves. Books, these are not things from history.

Moreover, the furnishings and furnishings are tasteful and selected from popular styles, at least from the past twenty years.

The interior of the house is most likely based on a real house, but it is unlikely to be Zaratul's residence, because it contains various small items needed for living, such as sewing kits and condiment bottles, which are full of life. breath.

The location where Zarathogram appeared was in the restaurant. There was food for two people on the table in the dining area, and the tableware was also for two people.

The living room in the distance has a floor-to-ceiling window with good lighting, and the golden sunlight falls on the bookshelf next to the sofa.

There are two bedrooms, no servant's room, and no obvious characteristics of the residents. There should be two residents. And if people in this salary class do not hire servants, it means that they have a place to meet their daily meals, such as the canteen...

Although it is not big, such a well-furnished house with expensive furniture can only be accommodated by a family with a weekly income of more than 4 pounds, according to Klein's experience living in Backlund.

Klein suddenly saw something, and his pupils narrowed suddenly.

He suddenly knew where this place was and became furious.

There is a copy of "Mechanical Fundamentals: Introductory Theory" on the bookshelf!

This is the school textbook he bought for his sister Melissa with his salary as a nighthawk when he was still in Tingen! !

Benson's salary can barely cover their three meals a day and cannot afford Melissa's tuition. In order to give his sister Melissa a chance to enter school and be admitted to Backlund University, he bought books that were expensive in this era!

Veins suddenly appeared on the back of his hand that was holding the talisman on his chest. His temples were throbbing with pain. He was almost unable to calm down and questioned the old man in front of him!

If Zaratul had never seen Melissa with his own eyes, how could he have embodied this scene and put this book on it?

"Calm down, young man, I haven't done anything yet, I just met that lady under the influence of fate."

Zaratul poured himself a cup of tea, and the faint fragrance of flowers filled the air. He held the tea cup in his hand and looked like he wanted to take a few sips, although from Klein's perspective it was almost impossible to find the position of his mouth through his thick beard.

"...You are plotting against Origin Castle. This is a matter between us."

Klein's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his mind was in unprecedented confusion. The smiling faces of Benson and Melissa appeared for a while, the home he couldn't go back to, and the "The Return of the Earl" that he bought in time to make an appointment. 》Tickets, I am so confused, but I insist on maintaining my sanity:

"If I lose to you, I will only feel that I am not good at skills and have bad luck... I admit that using them to threaten me and make me hand over the Source Castle is indeed the fastest way, and I have no choice. .”

After saying that, Klein completely relaxed and leaned directly on the soft cushions of the seat, waiting for the other party's answer.

When he realized that this was Benson and Melissa's new home in Backlund, Klein lost his fighting spirit in an instant. He knew that he had to hold on tightly to Origin Castle to get what he wanted, but if the price of getting those things was losing his loved ones——

——Then there is a high chance that he will give up.

…

Hillstown Town Square.

"Almost...hehe, he's still struggling to his death, just delaying death for dozens of seconds. Human beings' desire to survive is really powerful."

George III was still fighting with Him for control of potions and rituals.

His mood became slightly unhappy, and the delay might bring about new changes. So He turned around, picked up the magic lamp from the high platform at hand, and fulfilled the wishes of the people.

The people's wish is to "return to the original state", and the Miracle Master can accumulate these wishes and use them for himself.

At this time, thunder suddenly exploded in the sky!

At this time, a thunderous musical instrument sounded, and someone was playing music praising the Lord of Storms. The distant organ music was swept by the wind from the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral, exploding in the hearts of everyone who participated in the speech. , spreading great fear!

Everyone shuddered collectively at this moment, fear grew involuntarily, and they were forcibly separated from the state of devout prayer!

Even He himself paused subconsciously for a second. The "Black Emperor" that has not yet completed its formation has the spirit of the old days, but its container is incomplete and will be intimidated by the tyrants on the earth with fear!

In this gap of one second, Pope Gad II appeared beside him at the speed of lightning and took away the magic lamp in his hand!

The Pope held a scepter in one hand and a wishing lamp made of gold in the other, looking majestically at the phantom in front of him.

He wears a triple crown inlaid with sapphires, emeralds and other precious stones, and a dark blue and almost black robe, which is embroidered with gold and silver two-color silk threads with patterns symbolizing lightning, storms, and oceans. His aura is deep and majestic, as if a huge storm is blowing on his face. Come!

"Recover!" Gad II raised the wishing lamp in his hand!

A silver-white lightning tore open the sky, as if the thunder was repeating these words!

God actually came down to steal my chance to realize my wish? He suddenly came up with this idea.

Now that it has been discovered, the next step must be to use the wishes of tens of thousands of people to "restore the phantom to its original state", and the gods will intervene to forcibly terminate this god-making ceremony - oh, how could you succeed like this! All it takes is a powerful aggregation, and the uniqueness of my "Judge" will impact the underground sealing chamber of the Church of the God of War. I will also immediately distort the seals of all sealed objects. I will either take care of the sealed objects or die. You will be exhausted and exhausted. Die - in the flash of lightning, he was confidently prepared, but suddenly noticed something:

Gad II did not even light the wick.

The moment He thought of this, a huge bolt of lightning, as thick as ten people's arms, fell straight from the sky, hitting Him with precision and the will to tear everything apart!

Immediately afterwards, brass-colored eyes appeared everywhere, and the layers of books formed a barrier, cutting off communication between the spiritual world and the astral world.

With the thunder as the center, countless lightnings danced to form a cage, intending to seal the shattered phantom within it!

The people in the audience stared blankly at the stage, their eyes blank.

With the tacit cooperation of the Pope of the Church of the Night, the moment Gad II transferred, he had already weaved a huge dream that covered the entire Backlund, transferring everyone's consciousness into the dream world.

In that world, the speeches continue and Queens is being restored at a rapid pace.

Suddenly, the Pope's eyes widened in the dark night.

The difference between dreams and reality constructed by Him to protect the people was suddenly distorted, the speech in the dream was suddenly interrupted, and the figure of George Augustus was no longer under His control. The Pope immediately erased George III from his dream, but his extraordinary ability suddenly lost control for a moment, and he began to complete the Black Emperor's ritual in his dream!

Then, His body was erased like an eraser.

He was hidden. The dream also ended abruptly.

With the help of the God of Thunder, the twisted dream was forcibly interrupted, and dark clouds began to gather above the nine mausoleums.

The people who didn't know what happened were still looking around in confusion and fear. Then, they saw that there was no one on the high platform, but a huge hole appeared on the marble table. People screamed:

"His Majesty the Emperor has been assassinated!"

With these words as a trigger, the crowd suddenly started to boil like boiling water. They lost their backbone and moved around in a panic. The extraordinary people of the church rushed forward quickly, using various extraordinary abilities to calm their emotions and maintain law and order.

The chairman of the Psychological Alchemy Society also bravely joined the team to maintain law and order.

In the crowd, "Medici's" eyeliner lowered his hat, quietly retreated from the crowd, and left the chaotic square.

"It's really meaningless to have a life-and-death situation like this."

In a mausoleum, a lawyer turned his head and looked at the dark sky above. His tone was frivolous, and he didn't seem to be anxious at all:

"I can't stop my godhood ceremony once it starts. This is what I said, so you can't stop me now. At most, you can only delay my return to godhood. This will cost you your subjects and your believers." , your anchor can’t kill me, ha.”

In Backlund, an MI9 referee shrugged:

"I'm out."

"I am the best lawyer and the best law maker. I only act in accordance with interests and will not necessarily become your enemy."

The next moment, lightning fell from the sky, shocking the two extraordinary people who were speaking to the point where they were foaming at the mouth without disturbing anyone else. They lay on the ground shaking, frightening the people and animals around them.

A little plant scorched by lightning turned into ashes, and a line of words fell next to them:

"Shut up, Outer God."

…

"Medic is looking for you? Then it seems like it's starting outside."

Edward, who was reading in the library of Silver City, raised his head, closed the creation myth of Silver City in his hand, and pushed it in front of Ourolius: "Then it's time for me to go. Chatting with you is boring. You are more real than me." The Creator is much more boring.”

After saying that, He stood up and suddenly sneezed.

…

Zaratul nodded and took a sip of tea.

"Didn't I get furious on the spot, and then break through the limit of extraordinary characteristics and fly in automatically, or think of some ancient ritual magic to counterattack, or directly summon the gods to kill me? You should have a way to directly contact the Creator, you are currently His most powerful Important favored one.”

Klein was stunned for a moment, not realizing that this was what Zaratul was teasing. In addition, the True Creator specifically asked him not to recite His honorable name and pray, so Klein only thought that the other party was trying to trick him on how many trump cards he had.

So he shook his head directly:

"You have discovered Benson and Melissa. I don't believe there are not your marionettes lurking around. You only need a moment to turn them into your marionettes. No matter what I do, it will be too late."

He even gradually loosened his grip on the talisman on his chest, as if he had completely lost his fighting spirit in front of Zaratul.

Although he pretended to give up thinking and let others slaughter him, Klein's spirit did not relax at all.

Zaratul didn't take Klein's appearance to heart. He didn't think the protagonist would be so desperate.

"Aren't you afraid that I will turn you and your brothers and sisters into marionettes after I get Source Castle?"

Zaratul found Klein's answer very interesting, unlike the protagonist of the stories in his memory: "You should know that you are the only deterrent to me who owns the Origin Castle. Once the Origin Castle is in my hands, You cannot guarantee your life. You should not choose your life over the mercy of the strong."

He pointed at his head: "You threw a bullet here before. In this world, the more things you value, the more you have a weakness. In fact, you can also threaten me like this, but I no longer have it. Family.”

Klein took a deep breath, grabbed the historical projection, and pulled out his citrine pendulum.

Then he poured a pot of hot tea, lowered his head, dipped his fingers in the tea and wrote a line of words on the tablecloth.

Zaratul looked at his actions and said curiously:

"You have changed from the historical projection state back to the entity. What are you trying to divine?"

"Origin Castle has given me a powerful divination ability. I want to divine the lifespan of my brother and sister." Klein lowered his head and said calmly, without looking at the fortune teller opposite, "I will use this divination to know Your true intentions, if you want to stop me, do it now.”

Zaratul paused in bringing the tea cup to his mouth. He believed that the grievances between him and Klein were only the Origin Castle and the Sequence 1 Extraordinary Characteristics, not a blood feud. At worst, there was also the time when he harmed him in the town on the top of the mountain - but that time Zaratul felt that It had nothing to do with him, because he didn't know what the correct exit sign was. The sign he gave could only connect the inside and outside for a moment. He was also curious about how Klein used the real key to open the door - he sipped He took a sip of light scented tea and looked at Klein with curiosity:

"Are you really willing to give up Origin Castle like this?"

Klein finished writing the sentence in his hand, and then wrote "60", "70", "80", "90" and other words below. The citrine pendulum hung straight in the air and whispered: "Of course I I’m not willing to give in, but I don’t have the ability to escape from your hands again.”

"I need the Origin Castle to gain the power to protect others, but if the people I want to protect have to use the Origin Castle in exchange, I will give up."

Zaratul nodded slightly with feeling and fell into silence for a moment.

"I - I don't want to protect anything." The old man said calmly, "When I get older, I start to miss the past, but I have nothing to miss, I have nothing, and the last vampire is gone when I go crazy. If you are eaten by me, there is no other way but to go up."

"Aren't you trying to connect with others?"

Klein said casually: "I have seen a high-ranking person who had enemies that he could not defeat, but he did not go to extremes or become cynical because of this. He would still talk to kind-hearted juniors and guide them to go further. "

Zaratul's beard began to tremble again: "Then he must be very weak to be trapped by these emotions."

"Young man, you were not born in the Fourth Age, otherwise you would know that those who show human emotions are the manifestations of weakness. Just like you, you have reached Sequence 3, but there are still many things that you can't let go of. Your enemies It could easily cost you everything."

Klein asked:

"But if I give up everything, give up what I value, what I love, and move forward just for strength, then am I still me?"

“But it’s a symbol of strength and growth.”

Zaratul once again felt that the person in front of him was really naive.

"So, we should abandon everything and move forward just for strength?"

"Acquiring power itself is a sacrifice. Throw your things on the altar, and you will gain as much as you pay. We all know that there is no gain without labor. Why don't you understand when you drink the magic potion?"

The citrine pendulum rotated on several numbers. Klein lowered his head and his tone became a little strange:

"To become a true god, you will face mental erosion and gradually become less like yourself. The anchor cannot completely improve your condition... Don't you have anything you don't want to forget? Even if you die slowly like that, don't you feel it's a pity?"

"Young man, you still don't understand anything." Zaratul smiled, "If I don't ascend, others will come and kill me. Don't place your life on the mercy of others."

Seeing the citrine pendulum stop at a certain number, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his body movements slightly:

"I now believe that you have no murderous intention towards Benson and Melissa. You just want to get the Source Castle, so so be it."

Zaratul nodded:

"Tell me how you control Origin Castle. Don't lie to me, otherwise I will have no choice but to turn you into a Secret Puppet."

Klein lowered his head and wiped his fingers: "I understand the importance."

"The first sentence is, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun——"

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...Zarathul heard this term spoken in the ancient Hermes language. I just felt that there seemed to be some kind of connection with the "Lord of Mysteries", and there were endless mysteries in it. He couldn't help but listen, waiting for the next step.

"The second sentence is..."

Klein wiped his fingers and raised his head. In his brown eyes, an illusory and transparent figure with Fusac blood appeared.

A transparent hand suddenly stretched out from between Klein's eyebrows and pressed on Zaratul's face.

In an instant, Zaratul's body twisted and turned into a puppet with a white beard like Santa Claus.

"Transformation Curse!"

The puppet's eyes widened, it struggled twice, and sank into the fog of history.

The back of Klein's neck felt cold, as if he was about to be suspended. But the next moment he was also cursed, and the connection between his spirit body and his body became extremely tight. The thread of his spirit body was wrapped around Klein's body like a rice dumpling. If he tried to take away the thread, it would destroy Klein's whole body. Take it away together!

And in this way, Zarath's position was exposed.

The surrounding decorations disappeared and turned back into a dark and gloomy steeple church.

Snap, the angel in the "resentful soul" state turned into reality, and Richard landed lightly on the ground:

"It seems I came by chance?"

"Yes, I didn't expect you to be the first to find me."

Klein nodded and proactively said to the swaying Marionettes above:

"Don't do anything to my relatives."

"If you don't take action against them, I can swear on Origin Castle that even if I defeat you, I will not kill you."

The marionettes who rolled their eyes turned to Klein. After a moment of swaying, the whispers in their throats converged into one sentence:

"I can……"

"Keep...looking at them..."

It seems that Benson and Melissa will have to endure the harassment of crows for a while... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and then a smile appeared on his tense face: "I think you are right, gaining strength is Sacrifice, sacrifice what you have, and you get what you throw out. But the fire burns brighter and brighter, until finally you throw yourself into it and become its fuel.”

"But I still hope that when I fall into the flames, I can smile with relief and think that I have achieved what I wanted."

"Instead of feeling that - that was the ending I was looking for after I was cornered, had no choice, and no longer missed my life."

TBC

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Richard patted Klein on the shoulder and praised:

"You have great ideas, aren't you from the Secret Order? Are you interested in learning more about the New Rose School?"