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

730

boom!

Benson and Melissa ran back to their Hillstown home and closed the door tightly.

Melissa leaned on the door, holding on to the shoe cabinet in the entrance and slowly changing her shoes. She was still a little shocked: "Did you hear it? The shells and thunder, His Majesty the Emperor was actually assassinated during his speech!"

"There are guards near the high platform. I saw the traces. Benson, is there going to be another war?"

The bombing, the casualties, Melissa wanted to tremble uncontrollably.

These two things reminded her of the sudden bombing of Roen by Fusac's airship force a few months ago, and the whole morning's life in the shelter. It was finally peaceful for two months after that. Now that the emperor is dead, will the war start again?

"Mrs. Daniel's eldest son Larry was confirmed to have been killed on the front line of the Amanda Mountains. That was the news last week..."

"That tall, shy, but careful, kind, and sincere young man? When he came back last time, he said he had been promoted in the army and became a lieutenant..." Benson recalled without much effort. Remembered Larry's appearance.

He came closer, hugged Melissa gently, and patted her back to comfort his sister.

"I remember we also saw Mrs. Daniel in the morning. If Larry can hold on for a few more days, he can hold on until the Fusac Empire declares a truce and retreats from the border of the Amanda Mountains. Maybe he can return to his family..."

Melissa nodded:

"I can't imagine Larry dying like this..."

Just like she couldn't imagine that the bombing came so suddenly, death was so close at hand, and in the blink of an eye, her classmates suffered heavy casualties.

In just a few seconds, some people can no longer speak, communicate, or read.

Benson was silent for a moment, sighed and said:

"I was very busy for a while, actually dealing with pension issues. Maybe Larry was not included in the list I was assigned, so I don't know. I finally had some free time in the past week or so."

"That list comes with a lot of information. Some are cheerful and enthusiastic, some are humorous, some are the only sons of their parents, some join the army to survive, some have a strong personality and are leaders of the soldiers around them, some have just gotten married and are still... There are no children. Some people are preparing gifts for their little daughters. Some people have a love letter on their body. They plan to end the battle and go to the post office to deliver it... This will not be written in the archives, but their belongings and the failure to send them Letters and gifts will be sent back, and they are all dead."

Melissa and Benson were silent at the same time, and no one spoke for a long time.

Boom!

Thunder sounded outside the window, and the rain gradually fell.

The two were startled by the thunder. Benson's chest heaved violently, and the brother and sister shivered together amidst the dull thunder outside the window. But as an older brother, he took a deep breath, quickly calmed himself down, and gently patted Melissa on the back to comfort her:

"...Don't worry too much, Melissa."

"It seems that we are unlucky. During the year we came to Backlund, we encountered things that only happen once in decades."

"Besides, you have to go to school and I have to go to work. Our lives have just gotten back on track... We can't leave Backlund. What's more, if even the capital is not safe, there is no other safe place in the world."

Benson made a joke with a wry smile, then took off his shirt, took away his sister's scarf, and put them together on the hanger in the corner.

He walked to the window and took a look outside. The sky outside was gloomy, but it was not yet ten o'clock. Because of George Augustus III's speech, everyone got a half-day rest today, and it was still a long time before going to work in the afternoon - plus the assassination of the emperor, he and Melissa were worried There are some knots, and I just feel that there seems to be danger everywhere outside, and I don't want to go out at all.

Benson tried hard to liven up the atmosphere. He walked to the kitchen, took out two sets of tableware, and rummaged in the cabinet a few more times:

"Let's discuss what to eat for lunch. Let me see, there are still... bread, eggs, ham and cheese at home. Well, they are all fresh. We will have a delicious and simple lunch. Melissa, you are at school What do you usually eat in the canteen?"

"Bread and juice..." Melissa whispered.

"Just eat this? Melissa, we have student subsidies, you can eat more." Benson said holding two eggs.

Melissa glanced at her brother and replied simply:

"Another quarter of a penny a pound for bread."

"The price..." Benson sighed, and smiled to comfort himself, "Think on the bright side, our country has become bigger, and the war on the border has stopped. Maybe the price will drop soon. Some."

Melissa changed her shoes, walked into the house, put on some warm clothes, and took off her heavy coat:

"Mrs. Thomas became ill and spent a lot of the family's savings. During this period, food prices increased a lot, and Mr. Thomas's income did not change. He had to line up at the relief point every few days to get some bread. He was A decent gentleman may not want to be recognized."

"Also, the food at the relief point is always limited. If you go too late, it may be gone. You have to go to churches, workhouses and other places to apply for extra. Today's relief starts at the end of His Majesty the King's speech. Mr. Thomas should have thought of that time. Just go there."

Benson nodded slowly and asked with concern:

"What's wrong with Mrs. Thomas? I know some good doctors."

"A disease caused by worry." Melissa said about the news she heard. "Mrs. Thomas is very worried about her young son who is serving in the military."

"You mean Little Thomas?" Benson frowned slightly.

After receiving a positive answer from his sister, he fell silent, seeming to be thinking about something.

After a while, Benson looked at the bread and cheese slices in his hands and whispered:

"Little Thomas has been killed in battle..."

As he spoke, the atmosphere became heavy again.

Benson patted his head and sighed: "Yes, food, we should store more food. I will go out and buy more bread later and give some to Mr. Thomas. You can just read at home, maybe soon The price of bread will come down."

maybe. "It's too early to eat," Melissa thought.

"You can prepare first. You can read a book first and eat early. You still have time to sleep at noon."

Melissa couldn't help but nodded silently.

Seeing her elder brother busy in the kitchen, she couldn't help but put on her home clothes and walked over. She took down the textbooks she needed from the bookshelf, sat down at the dining table, and prepared to study while waiting for lunch time.

Inadvertently looking up, Melissa saw a crow standing on a lamppost not far from the living room window, hiding from the rain under the lampshade.

"Go, go."

She waved her hand from a distance, trying to drive away the crow, but the crow was unmoved and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes.

…

Rain with divine power fell on every corner of Backlund, and there was a heavy rainstorm in the suburbs, constantly diluting the "distorted" mark and the undue occult influence.

Gad II strolled through Thordrak's palace. He took members of the Church of Storms and opened doors one after another, but found nothing.

"It's really scary..."

The majestic Pope looked around and whispered:

"There is not even a single person left in the entire Augustan family."

"They were all gathered together, and after the ceremony began, they were eaten by the person who usurped the emperor's identity!"

The archbishop stationed in Backlund and the manager of the Holy Wind Cathedral, Radar Valentine, immediately stepped forward and asked the Pope respectfully:

"Your Majesty, should we immediately announce to the outside world what this false usurper has done? Let the people wake up."

"This is inevitable." Gad II nodded, "God also does not want this despicable usurper to escape."

"Yes!" All the Storm Path Extraordinaries responded loudly.

Raydal Valentine coughed lightly, and he leaned closer again, almost whispering:

"One more thing, Your Majesty, His Majesty George Augustus III has died, and the person who snatched the crown has been sealed in the mausoleum by the Lord. The entire royal family has been destroyed, and the throne of the empire is empty. Should...should we choose the next one? An emperor?"

Gad II suddenly glanced over, and the archbishop took two steps back as if struck by lightning.

"Presumptuous!" the Pope scolded, but did not refute, "It's your turn to talk about the country's affairs, so stand down!"

Raydal Valentine immediately lowered his head and retreated, returning to the crowd.

The inspection continued, but the atmosphere in Thordrak's palace became extremely delicate. The bishops exchanged glances with each other, then looked at the Pope who was walking in the front, and smiled tacitly.

…

Edward found a coastal city in the northern continent to settle down. He went into a newsstand and bought last month's newspapers. After sitting outside the store and reading hard for five minutes, he finally understood the current situation.

"The Demon of Knowledge is out?"

"I haven't seen you for two months. Intis has changed from my territory to the territory of the Demon of Knowledge. God doesn't care, but the Church of the Creator is still in good condition. Although I'm not very familiar with it, I might be able to find time to go there. call……"

The owner of the newsstand stuck his head out:

"Yes, our church has officially changed its name to the Mystery Church, believing in the Lord of Knowledge and Mysteries."

Edward felt like he had a lot to say:

"Isn't this name a bit too sloppy? It sounds like the God of Knowledge and Wisdom 2.0, competing for power with the God of Truth next door. Oh, or because the word 'truth' was snatched away by the God of Thunder first. So he doesn’t know what to say?”

"What does robbing... mean?" The newsstand owner at Sequence 9 didn't quite understand what the customer was talking about when he was helping him clean up his unsold newspaper inventory. But the street was empty and there was no business on either side. He simply leaned on the window of the newsstand. Chatting with Edward.

"This name was just decided two days ago. If it is not decided, we believers won't know how to pray."

Edward flipped back the newspaper. The unimportant pages of the newspaper were full of missing persons notices and job recruitment. The population of Intis dropped sharply, and the unemployment rate dropped to the bottom. However, the factory was unable to start operations because there was too little labor. For a while, he could only rely on the church's relief and attracting immigrants to survive. He asked casually while scanning:

"You just subconsciously clicked on the triangular holy emblem. You seem to be a believer in the God of Steam."

"I wonder what a former believer of the God of Steam and Machinery like you would think about the collective conversion of believers to another god?"

The newsstand owner looked at him in a daze, looking up and down a few times:

"Are you a reporter?"

"No, I'm just curious."

"The Inquisition doesn't care about this matter now, so you still want to care about it? Then which god are you a believer in?"

This is a question for someone. Edward hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, sorted out his words, and thought countless times in an instant——

In Intis, you cannot say that you are a believer in the gods of other countries, let alone that you believe in the Abyss or the Bound God... Otherwise, you will be arrested in the Inquisition (if this industry and these professionals have not been flooded) washed away), but Edward was even less likely to say that he was a believer in the Creator. This was because he was afraid that his relationship with God was not close enough. He suddenly showed a smile:

"Praise the sun!"

The newsstand owner let out a loud sneer: "Praise the sun! But doesn't the sun return to its creator? What are you thinking in your heart? Do you feel sad? You have to continue to believe in God and live on."

"I used to be a member of the Church of Steam, the lowest member of the 'Mechanical Heart' team, and I didn't receive much favor from the gods. But the Lord of Mysteries saved me in the tsunami. I had no choice but to convert, and it was natural."

He told the fact that he was an extraordinary person with a bit of bragging, expecting the people in front of him to show expressions of surprise and respect.

"Hey, you are still the Extraordinary Team."

Edward looked at the unattractive newsstand owner unexpectedly: "I see that the offshore sea has also been polluted and the farmland has been submerged. Is the people's livelihood in Intis now entirely supported by the productivity of the church?"

"Yes..." The newsstand owner seemed to be reminded. He quickly glanced at the clock, and then hurriedly pulled down the glass of the window.

Immediately afterwards, there was a thumping sound, and the newsstand owner closed all the doors and windows of the newsstand, then picked up the basket and called Edward to walk away together: "The relief point will distribute food in eight minutes, won't you go? "

"I-I'm not in a hurry."

Edward glanced to the side.

The newsstand owner didn't say much, didn't lock the newsstand, and just ran away.

Edward looked to the side again. A middle-aged and elderly scholar with gray hair had appeared there at some point. His purple eyes were like condensed nebulae, or like the finest amethyst. Edward thought for a moment and turned around. Go over:

"Are you welcoming me or chasing me away?"

The middle-aged and elderly scholar smiled and said in Chinese: "I saw you over there."

Edward opened his eyes slightly and asked curiously:

"The seal blocked the connection between me and my clone. What did I do there?"

"I did some very strange things." The middle-aged and elderly scholar talked eloquently, as if he was mentioning one of his troubled students, "The disciple you manipulated successfully entered the school, and said that he would return to secular life in the future. So don’t ordain. In order to become stronger and abuse your power, you asked him to dig thirty kilograms of ore. He dug half of the mountain and came back. Asked him to discuss Buddhism. He handed in a white paper and said that all the four elements were empty. When he was accused, his tongue turned into a lotus flower. He was unforgiving. He was a blockbuster everywhere. Not only did he get first place in every exam, but no one could beat him when it came to debating scriptures and discussing Buddhism. He was completely at the top of his game - he also convinced two Dharma Protector Arhats to let him realize it again. , the promotion speed is very fast.”

"..." Edward felt a little subtle, "Oh, that's good. But what does this have to do with you and me? Did I offend you?"

"No."

The middle-aged and elderly scholar smiled again:

"I have something to ask you - what do you think about Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's resurrection plan?"

"You have never been to the Western Continent, but I think that child is very interesting. Maybe you can try to support him..."

Edward was horrified: "Wait a minute, Demon of Knowledge, are you awake?"

…

"Then I'll send you here." Richard said.

Klein simulated the feeling of falling and landed firmly on the ground with his feet.

"Okay." As he thanked him, he took out a "Yesterday Reappearance" charm from his pocket that had not yet been sent out, and handed it to Richard as a thank you gift, "Thank you for your help, otherwise Zaratul would not Let me go easily."

The spell is easy to make, but the help and kindness of angels is not easy.

"Then I'll accept it." Richard was not polite at all. He said goodbye to Klein who walked back to the city, and entered the spirit world again.

Richard discerned the direction and suddenly grabbed forward.

In an instant, the colors in the area in front suddenly became brighter. It seemed that all the colors were gathered together, squeezed by external forces, and began to rub and merge. Soon, a figure hidden among numerous occult symbols had no choice but to emerge from the color block. It was Renette Tinichole holding four blond heads!

As soon as Miss Messenger appeared, she immediately moved away, but the next moment she suddenly felt that her spirituality began to lose control, turning into shackles and twisted power, tightly binding herself to the place, unable to move!

"Long time no see, Renette Tinichole, at least the last time I saw you was two or three years ago."

Reinette remained silent, all four heads tightly shut, not wanting to answer, but also brewing a curse.

"You live as a spiritual symbol and the backbone of the escaped temperance faction. Little Sharon cannot shoulder the important task of uniting the remaining temperance faction. Ah, by the way, your contract partner told me that you have been asking him for gold pounds as payment. .”

Richard couldn't help but laugh:

"Beloved of the Bound God, the eternal princess of the Highlands, I never thought you would humble yourself and accept a commission for the sake of money! That money is the current working capital of the Temperance Faction and Little Sharon, right?"

"Little Sharon actually accepted a commission for money. It's hard to imagine what changed you, but I'm very happy."

"Don't do anything to Sharon..."

One of Reinette's heads spoke, and her four pairs of red eyes stared closely at the Temperance Angel with a gentle smile in the distance, as if she was ready to fight to the death. As long as the other party showed any intention to attack, she would immediately cast off all the curses. Say it all.

Richard stopped before Him and shook his head.

"I'm going to do it to all of you Temperance people, especially you and your little Sharon, Reinette."

"Take you back, undergo labor reform and re-education, and let you join our new production plan. Other temperance members will naturally gradually come closer. It will be more effective than catching the remnants one by one!"

He couldn't help but start to imagine the work efficiency of an angel after joining the infrastructure construction, with a hint of a devilish smile on his lips.

TBC

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Storm: I’ll leave it at that. Whoever has the ability to complete the ceremony will do it.

Kline: I can't.

Xiao Cha: The opportunity for the God Becoming Ceremony is right in front of me, but I can’t use it! well! well!