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

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The "future" appeared before Medici's eyes, at this moment, in this scene.

He was aware of what had happened and what was about to happen.

The answer came so plainly and without any thrills.

He had thought about his own mood at this moment, or in other words, Medici already knew what would happen when the True Creator decided to go to the Eastern Continent. After being told the specific things and everything settled, War Angel guessed that he would be emotional and roar, and he might even feel that he would have a slight loss of control or self-destructive anger. But when he really knew this, his reaction was very calm.

That is not the Creator of mankind;

The equally benevolent and indifferent omniscient omnipotent.

This is a bad and true answer. What’s even worse is that the true Creator has exchanged everything for that appearance, and exchanged everything for eternity and ethereal goodwill—it’s clear that He himself knows that he cannot believe in the mercy of the superior. ——But this is the ending and long-cherished wish of the people he has followed for thousands of years. This makes Medici feel irritable that he wants to smash something, but he doesn't know where to use his strength.

He clearly felt that some of his connections with the world had been suddenly severed. His perspective rose and he looked toward the sky.

"...The gods who asked me to guard this land are gone, so why should I stay here?"

"Because you still need a base camp and a nominal backer, otherwise you will have the extraordinary characteristics of a walking conqueror."

Edward answered casually and pointedly:

"It seems that His attitude towards you is pretty good. You are currently not under any restrictions and your spirit has not changed."

Medici raised his eyebrows: "Do you have to speak in such a secretive manner from now on?"

"Of course not, unless you want to say something about Him and you don't want Him to notice it in the first place."

Medici tapped the table gently with his hand and glanced at Trier outside the window. The Cathedral of Light is surrounded by the residential areas of devout believers. Many of them would have been unable to reach such a distance from the cathedral after working hard throughout their lives. Buy a house nearby.

In the far distance, there is a new port being built on the crisscrossing rivers.

The port finally took shape and started to look busy. People in Intis gathered near the port to do business, use money or barter, and some foreigners could be seen in the crowd. At noon, the Intis people will leave collectively to go to the church to collect relief food.

Now Trier lacks everything. Even if the international situation in the northern continent has become strangely tense to the point that no one can understand it, and war is about to break out, no one cares about it. After all, life has to go on, and there is always ignorance and food in front of them. It brings simple joy.

Medici looked at them, watching the ant-like humans living on the ground.

"The world originally depicted may indeed be beautiful, but this beauty is only for His believers and Himself."

"He will also let his believers fight, die, promise heaven, and compete for a larger parish. The essence is not that the world becomes a better place, but that the believers give up thinking and let God think for themselves."

Medici whispered to himself in a low voice.

"Oh, you are right. I believe that as long as Yuan Ji shows his position, countless people in this world will suddenly fall to Him. His standard happiness of giving alms freely has surpassed the lives of most people in this world. Standards, if you want to fight against such a happy and ignorant world, you need people to have their own beliefs and their own spiritual world... But most people are not even human beings, and resistance is just a pipe dream."

War is the plundering of the weak by the strong. No matter how just the name of the war, its fundamental purpose is plunder.

Rob others, trample on order, and make yourself happy.

Medici has heard too many wishes of soldiers. Only a few want to achieve success and fame. Most people are just pushed forward, struggling in the flames of war, trying to get a chance to breathe, and then try their best. Stay alive.

The more he understood God's thoughts, the heavier his heart became.

The heart was beating violently, the sound was clearly audible, and the flesh and blood were agitated due to nervousness. Medici was now extremely irritable.

This reminded him of Klein, the boy with an unusual background who also owns the Origin Castle. Like the true Creator, he is embarking on his own destiny in different ways, but some people are just starting out or have just arrived. In the middle, some people are almost reaching the end.

"It's really boring to think about it carefully. A peaceful world without war...human beings have no ambitions. They unite around the only god. They will no longer fight with each other. They become true compatriots and relatives who are not related by blood..."

Medici clenched his fists, thought for a long time, and finally burst out laughing.

"Although I don't like it, it should be beautiful, right? It's like a dream, a dream that you can never wake up from."

Although as an angel and a born mythical creature, he originally lacked empathy with humans, the wars he led have always been with humans.

The joy, anger, sadness, despair and various emotions of the soldiers can be shared with him through spiritual links. The war angel has a human-like heart due to its close connection with humans. Therefore, he will do all kinds of things that other angels cannot imagine. Behaviors such as eating and sleeping with the soldiers, sharing stew cooked in the same pot, and participating enthusiastically in the soldiers' discussions about the future, victory, and love.

But this favor is quite stingy. Medici values ​​his subordinates, but he will not feel sad about the arrangement of the death squads.

He cares about his subordinates and does not care about his connections with other humans.

"By the way, I have a question - have any big names died on the cultivator path?"

"ah?"

Although Edward didn't care much about the origin of a sealed object, he was still a little curious. This sealed object is hidden deep in Silver City, possibly underground, or after countless seals. He cannot touch it directly, but he can stand outside the seal and watch for a while.

So he discovered that the sealed object had a level of 0. The black-faced grass growing in the entire Silver City had been partially suppressed and sealed. If not controlled, this sealed object would make this plant grow wildly. And it continues to expand the curse of "must kill relatives", which can be expanded to at least two silver cities - and the sealed object looks like a woman (this is not surprising, the cultivator and the high sequence of the moon both symbolize the feminine), along with Weird roars and murmurs. According to the negative effects, either they witnessed relatives killing each other, or they were killed by relatives.

"...Has anyone died on that path?"

Medici thought for a while and waved his hand casually: "I have no impression. It should be a dead moon, like that Lilith."

The Mother Goddess of Earth and the God of War have been allies since ancient times, corresponding to the mother-son relationship between Omi Bella and Badheir in the myth of Silver City.

"But I heard that vampires can still occasionally get responses from the ancestor Lilith. She may still exist as a spiritual imprint."

"Who knows, the Blood Moon Queen is also dead. If she is snatched back, it is normal for the blood clan to have a copy of Sequence One. Or maybe it is the Mother Goddess of the Earth who is answering on her behalf, plundering in advance to grab the anchor. After all, the God of Death was originally man-made. It can also respond to the Spiritual Religion."

Medici lost interest in the topic, and it took a few seconds. I thought of something and asked again:

"Where's the big snake? What did the big snake say about the Lord?"

"Didn't He contact you? Oh, maybe he didn't want to bring up this topic." Edward was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "The Angel of Destiny accepted this fate because He couldn't afford the price of change. There is no second one. Save Qiangwei and the Eastern Continent.”

The War Angel's fist suddenly clenched, revealing the veins, and then slowly relaxed, just like before.

Medici hissed, and his expression and body movements returned to the relaxed and comfortable mood of the past. He leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs casually. His voice was lazy, but there was a hint of seriousness that could not be ignored.

"If the Lord these people are praising is not the same guy I follow, then these people mean nothing to me."

"However, these million people are a considerable anchor no matter where they are placed. I can give them to other gods in exchange for some help. The bid does not need to be too high. At this time, I believe no one will refuse That amount of anchors.”

He didn't actually want to do this because the True Creator wanted them to be treated well. But the immediate situation is very urgent, and if necessary, Medici thinks he will do so.

Edward nodded with deep understanding:

"What a coincidence. I think the Hidden Sage also has the idea of ​​sending the anchor out. It's really suitable for you two to stay in the same country."

"Ah."

Medici did not hear the sarcasm in the devil's words, and realized that it was just a joke and a small piece of information - if the Hidden Sage didn't want to stay in Intis, where did he want to go? What does He want to do? However, Medici does not need to think about the hidden sage. Medici thinks that as a small Sequence One, there is no need to think about a dual-path true god.

Medici felt that he should focus on the present:

"Among the original evil gods, the Lord has sacrificed his life. Although the Hidden Sage will not become a true god, no one will dare to regard him as an evil existence. The power of the original moon and the mother tree of desire has also been somewhat restricted. The original witch Isolated."

"It will cost more," Edward said.

"Hehehehe, entrusting you to kill a true god? I'm not out of my mind. Forget about this price, I can't raise the price even if I pull out the big snake and sell it together." Medici sneered and knocked on the table, "Laidu Come on, let me give you some more information. Where does the Hidden Sage want to go?"

"I gave you information, what feedback can you give me?" Edward asked with a smile, "Tell me the specific location of Klein."

Medici also laughed: "See you off!"

…

Traynor was fishing by the river. Sitting next to him were Tang En and other hunters who had a day off today.

The booms are suspended in the air, and the fishing lines fall vertically into the water. The hunters stand or sit, waiting unblinkingly for the buoys on the water to shake.

Strong spirituality has changed the water ecology of Trier, and also changed the state of Trier's groundwater. Now the rivers in the city are filled with all kinds of mutated aquatic creatures. They are larger, more aggressive, and smell better. Better too. The main river is near where the hunters are stationed. During this period, low-sequence extraordinary people often sneak out at night to catch fish for tooth festivals, only to be defeated by crabs and have to call for help.

Tang En was furious at this disregard for discipline and formulated extremely harsh punishments - he ordered the violators to train twice as hard, while others cooked delicious river delicacies around him.

These fish are very aggressive and can damage the ecology. Ordinary residents are helpless, so fishing has become an official activity for hunters.

In the previous tsunami, many extraordinary marine creatures were thrown directly into the city and the plains outside the city. It is said that the people from the Church of Steam just came out of the shelter and saw a giant ten-meter-long thing being pulled from the Gear Church. Squid, several survivors were frightened and fainted on the spot.

Traynor yawned and stared at the line.

There are some clouds in the sky, and the sun falls a little at noon, making people feel lazy.

He was thinking about whether to just go back to sleep, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tip of his fishing rod suddenly bend!

The strong fishing line specially prepared for these spiritual aquatic creatures tightened instantly, and the eyes of the people around him suddenly looked over. In the crunching sound, the big guy in the water pulled the entire fishing rod into a parabola. The enthusiasm of the fish to take the bait immediately dispelled Traynor's desire to sleep. He grabbed the fishing rod and prepared to compete with the big guy under the water.

At this moment, his back suddenly felt cold, as if something very dangerous suddenly appeared behind him.

This extremely dangerous thing looked condescendingly at his defenseless back, showing a malicious sneer - then stretched out its hand and touched his head hard twice.

Traynor's expression suddenly became distorted. He forgot to use force on his hands, and the fish that took the bait sank into the water with his fishing rod in the blink of an eye.

The hunters immediately stood up and yelled to chase the fishing rods in the water. He stretched out his hands and rubbed his neck. He finally suppressed the goosebumps on the back of his neck. He turned around with some hesitation: "I He is almost two hundred and forty years old."

Edward arranged the big boy's hair into a beautiful chicken coop with great interest:

"Yes, if you live another two hundred years, you can catch up to a fraction of mine."

Traynor had nothing to say, talking about age to a mythical creature was his problem. He controlled his facial expression and coughed uncomfortably, his eyes wandering as he didn't know what to say to his father, whom he hadn't seen for more than a hundred years.

"Have you eaten?" - It feels like he will get an answer he doesn't want to hear, such as "Have you eaten? No one's meat tastes good."

"What have you been doing recently?" - There was no need to ask about something that could be known by reading the newspaper, and he didn't want to know the details at all, as if the devil had nothing to do except do bad things and prepare to do bad things.

"People from the Sauron family are contacting me."

Traynor felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he coughed again and casually changed the subject: "But I don't want to go back. I'm quite free now working for the Red Angel. In addition to fishing every day, I'm busy fishing three times a day. , I can play cards all night long when I have free time.”

"Sounds good, are you satisfied with your current life?"

Edward walked to another fishing rod nearby, grabbed an earthworm from the hunter's bait box and threw it into the water. The next moment, the front end of the fishing rod suddenly bent. He threw the fishing rod to his son:

"Then there are other options now. Convert your faith to the Creator, and then live a peaceful and good life with no worries about food and clothing. Are you willing?"

"Sounds like Richard would like it."

Traynor answered casually. He took the fishing rod and suddenly felt that it was surprisingly heavy underneath, bigger than the one he had just hooked. He paid close attention to the condition of the fishing rod, and then thought of Richard's attitude, and became a little nervous. While controlling the fishing line, he carefully observed his father's expression: "I don't care, my life is pretty much like this now, it's the same wherever I go."

Edward nodded, thoughtfully: "Then do you want to leave the earth?"

"Earth?"

"Oh, Blue Star." Edward looked at him, "I remember that you were very interested in astronomy when you were a child, but you couldn't remember the star trails and traces of astronomy. Caterpillars in your clothes, but you do like those.”

"...Why are you now interested in those things in the past..."

Traynor was forced to recall what happened when he was a child. Although he didn't feel much embarrassment, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about his father being a mythical creature and being teased by the mythical creature: "...children like stars very much. It's a normal thing, Bei... I actually have no interest in things in the sky for a long time. Maybe the apprentices of the Abraham family prefer it, so I don't want to go outside."

Edward did not give up: "There are many interesting things in the starry sky that you will never see in Blue Star."

"But what does that have to do with me? I'm just a human living on Blue Star, and I want to live like this forever."

"Is that what you think? Well, it's my fault that I didn't educate you properly before."

"Why are you so lively now..." Traynor wanted to reach out and cover his face.

Edward touched his chin and sighed:

"Then I will exercise my temporary dictatorial power as a parent and take you away by force. You can also bring some things or humans you like, but you must also be prepared that they will die... But you don't have to now. Worry, just do your business, I have to leave beforehand."

Without giving Trainor time to answer, Edward waved his hand and disappeared as suddenly as he appeared.

"..."

Although he could understand every sentence, he didn't seem to understand anything together. Whether it was the reticent person he was before or the lively and cheerful person he is now, from Sequence 9 to Sequence 3, he always felt that he still couldn't keep up with his father's thinking speed.

Traynor had a strange expression on his face and was still turning the coil in his hand.

Later, he dragged a five-meter deep-sea anglerfish ashore from the river in Trier.

TBC

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Suddenly pinched, Traynor: (Benefit)

Lao Ai: Go chat with Klein.