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

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"Why are you stopping me? Don't you want to see him die?"

In the spirit world, Edward, who had walked all the way from Intis, looked at the thin silver-white current that blocked him from entering the Loen Kingdom with some surprise and a smile, and said in a seductive tone:

"Tyrant, you should be happy to see all this."

"I heard that Zaratul is also under your protection now? This feeling is very bad, isn't it? You protect them, and you have to watch them, as if you are restraining yourself, not to crush the palms of your hands and make them annoying. Like a caterpillar."

"Well, not only that, you also have to endure the feeling of the caterpillars slowly crawling in your hands, and try your best not to hurt them. They will also ask you for help. Will you choose to respond, or turn a blind eye?"

The silver-white thunder and lightning blocking the front made a small crackling sound, but no one responded to His words.

"But I have something to tell Klein. Even though I don't want to, I still have to go in and talk to him." Edward was not in a hurry, so he stood outside the mine line in an orderly manner, as if he was preparing to bow before attacking. "Do you want me to go over, or do you want Klein to come out and talk to me?"

…

"leave"?

Klein stared at this word, somewhat confused as to what the God of Thunder meant.

Should he leave 160 Berklund Street or Loen?

However, this departure was in line with his ominous premonition. Danger was approaching, and Klein needed to deal with it immediately.

Either hide yourself or leave quickly.

Oracles are vague, and it's normal to be confused. But now Klein needs clear instructions instead of vague words. He hesitated for a while, thinking that since the God of Thunder has responded to him, Klein might as well just say Grit your teeth, bite the bullet and continue praying:

"Great Emperor of the Sky and King of the Sea, can you please give me a clear explanation?"

He didn't dare to speak much this time. After saying it once, he became quiet and waited as obediently as he could. When he thought that the God of Thunder had noticed him, Klein felt his psychological pressure rapidly increase. He was involuntarily afraid, and felt like he couldn't breathe smoothly.

Under Klein's expectant and anxious gaze, about half a minute later, the rust marks on the silver further expanded.

Expanded to the reverse side?

Klein carefully reached out his hand and turned the silver piece over.

There is a bold word written on it:

"roll"

...Why don't you respond if you don't want to explain? Why are you scolding me? You are indeed a tyrant...Klein retreated tactically and felt mixed. He didn't know whether to be grateful that the God of Thunder didn't strike him twice with lightning, or to beg for mercy and pray to the oracle. The commentator was scolded as a result. But he still prayed and thanked him and began to clean up the remaining spiritual materials on the table. After all, the God of Thunder had given him some inspiration.

"No matter where I go, I have to leave first..."

Klein whispered.

He had already made travel plans, but this prayer and response only aggravated the tension and anxiety in his heart.

Having said that, he was most vulnerable to attack when he was praying attentively, but Zaratul did not take any action. He allowed himself to go up and down the Origin Castle, perform rituals, and then process the ritual materials - it can be seen that he also cares about Thunderbolt. God's attitude.

With "Creeping Hunger" and "Travel", Klein can now go anywhere except the Eastern Continent.

In this case...

Klein simply sifted through the unused ritual materials to select the parts that could be reused, then relit the unburned candles, took out a mirror as a ritual medium, and whispered:

"The burning fire will not be extinguished,

Prisoners of Chaos and Death Fight;

Creator of the cursed city, protector of all those who defy fate;”

The great 'Angel of Temperance', Mr. Richard Ernst..."

Southern continent, highlands.

Richard looked at Barranca with a serious expression.

Barranca looked at Richard too.

The two angels secretly competed for a while, and finally Barranca gave in first. He fumbled in his pocket a few times and stuffed a 10-pound note and a few coins into the donation box at the door of the newly built welfare home.

A smile appeared on Richard's face, he reached out and patted Barranca on the shoulder, and said kindly: "Let's go, God is still waiting for us."

Barranca was holding a sketch pad in his hand. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into a "Hey" laugh.

"We are the only ones who can study this kind of thing seriously at night. If we tried any other way, we would be shocked."

"...What did you do again?" Li looked at the sketch paper under his arm, and the smile on his face seemed to disappear.

Barranca looked at him and said:

"You'll find out soon enough."

He seemed not to want to say more, because he felt guilty or wanted to give everyone an unexpected surprise. Barranca quickly entered the spiritual world with his sketchbook, and then appeared directly in the reserved classroom. The Bound God, who had been waiting here for a while, felt the fluctuations in the spiritual world, opened his eyes, and turned his face calmly.

The two junior angels greeted Torzner, and Barranca strode onto the podium. Shaking the sketch paper in his hand, the notebook opened automatically and displayed the contents of the first page on the blackboard.

"Please see, this is the automatic cultivator I designed."

There is indeed a mechanical device drawn on the sketch paper that seems to have no problem. The gears and bearings mesh with each other. The overall design is refreshing and has the mechanical beauty of the Steam Church.

But Richard and Torzner's spiritual intuition told them that things would never be that simple.

Barranca began to introduce his new design:

"Richard's transformation curse inspired me a lot. Although it is not advisable to govern the country with a transformation curse, I think that it is still needed to maintain stability, maintain the economy, and fill the food vacancy."

Speaking of which, there is no problem. Barranca looked at the reactions of his two colleagues, coughed, and continued to introduce:

"This is a semi-automatic human-powered tillage machine."

"I learned this design from the manuscript of Emperor Russell. Last year I took the time to go to the Russell Memorial Hall in Intis and studied it. I couldn't restore it exactly the same, so I added some The characteristic of our Rose School... This cultivator only needs one person to operate and weighs about 400 to 600 pounds..."

Richard suddenly raised his hand:

"I have a question. Most of Emperor Russell's designs that cannot be put into production are due to the lack of corresponding fuel, the lack of those special 'oils'. What is the fuel that your thing uses to operate?"

Barranca looked around and talked about him. Under Richard's eyes and the curious gaze of the Bound God, the Cursed King was defeated:

"people."

Then he slammed the table hard to argue for himself: "Sixty acres of land consumes one person! The resource utilization rate is still very impressive!"

The Bound God frowned, and although he refrained from speaking, he immediately showed an expression that said, "Keep talking, I'm listening." Richard was not too surprised by the answer. Instead, he asked about the details: "What is the principle? Should we use living people or dead people?"

Barranca said: "The principle is very simple. It is to use the deformation curse to twist human souls and turn them into fuel to drive the cultivator."

"That is to say, this thing is essentially spiritually driven."

Richard is accustomed to it, because this is the characteristic of the Rose School, and his "Bread-Changing Curse" is based on the same principle. Its essence is to crush the soul of a living human being, and then use the large amount of spirituality released at that moment to change the physical structure. He touched his chin and thought about the suggestion: "Then you can use sealed objects. You don't necessarily need to use humans."

The King of Curses spread his hands:

"Humans are chosen because their souls are not affected by extraordinary characteristics and are the safest and cleanest fuels. Could it be that you want the tiller to work while lightning and thunder roar, or to lead the operator to praise the sun, or to study hard, or to turn the fields around? The corpse was resurrected?"

Of course, Extraordinary characteristics and sealed objects are more spiritual and easier to use, but at the same time, they will also exhibit various functions that a cultivator should not have due to the existence of Extraordinary characteristics. This is what He does not want to see.

"I object to your line of thinking."

Richard looked into Barranca's eyes and shook his head in disapproval:

"If you want to get spiritual power without negative effects, we can cooperate with the Secret Peepers and let the wizards design a safe magic pattern that attracts spirituality for us, and then engrave these magic patterns on your cultivator. This is the safest way. , and without consuming humans.”

"but……"

But it’s easiest and fastest to use humans.

Barranca wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Richard.

"You're indulging, Barranca."

Richard called his companion by his name with some seriousness and explained seriously: "You must also be able to think of this best and safest way, but you don't think so, because you think consuming humans is the easiest way, right? I put it People turn into food, but I still promote production - but you are indulging, giving up thinking, and following your own desires and instincts. This is not advisable. The transformation curse gives us the power to change the world, but we should still be careful Awe of life and soul.”

The Bound God narrowed his eyes, feeling as if a holy light and halo appeared when he, a believer whose way of thinking was different from ordinary people, said these words.

"And the utilization rate is too low. A living corpse can keep plowing without sleep. It's a bit exaggerated that your cultivator consumes one person for 60 acres. The utilization rate is too low. If you improve and improve, you must change it to at least 500 acres for one person. People. By the way, we don’t have so many paddy fields here.”

The Bound God felt that the holy light on Richard had disappeared again.

"...I can also count it as promoting production."

"Then you pack up and spend time with Reinette tomorrow morning." Richard now showed an expression as if he wanted to take off the halo from his head and hit someone with it.

"I was just kidding."

Barranca muttered, put away the drawings and sketchbook of the semi-automatic human-powered cultivator with a little regret, and then walked directly off the stage.

Richard and the Bound God looked at Him with indescribable expressions.

"The back are all semi-automatic human props."

Barranca spread his hands again, like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "When you say so, I do feel that I am a bit indulgent. If nothing happens, I will seal myself and go to the labor camp for a few days."

Richard waved his hand: "If you still feel that you need to do a labor camp, then don't worry...wait, someone is looking for me."

He took out a small round mirror from his pocket and brushed it with his hand. The image of a strange middle-aged man with slightly white temples appeared on it. Richard recognized the object of prayer at a glance and raised his eyebrows.

"Dawn, no, that Klein? What did he want from me..."

…

About twenty seconds later, the candle flame suddenly shook.

Klein felt someone's eyes on him, and his right hand suddenly moved uncontrollably. He grabbed the absorbent pen placed on the table, took another piece of paper, and wrote a line of words in Common Language. :

"Hello."

This feeling and communication method reminded Klein of his first ritual communication with "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina a long time ago, but he quickly grabbed a pen and replied on the paper:

"Hello, my dear Royal Highness the Angel of Temperance, I hope to get your help."

Bi immediately replied: "You can speak, I can hear you."

oh. Klein felt a little embarrassed, but considering that Zaratul might be paying attention here, he still insisted on writing:

"I hope to get a substitute who can deceive Sequence One."

The pen paused for two seconds. After thinking about the possibilities, Richard replied without hesitation: "I need your blood or body parts. I can transfer part of your occult connection to the substitute to make it more real. This is the best. It can also be just a stand-in doll, which looks no different from you, but cannot be hidden from divination and aggregation. At the same time, your bid will determine the quality of the stand-in."

Barranca couldn't help but said: "Isn't this a bit pricey?"

Richard rolled his eyes at him: "We'd better have something to offer!"

The Bound God watches with his eyes, nose and heart. Although he is not proud of his status, he also feels that discussing this directly is a bit too businessman-like... However, if this business needs his help, he will definitely not refuse.

Directly link quotation and quality? Klein was slightly surprised. In his impression, apart from the messenger Reinette Tinichole, the only person who started talking about money when they met was Richard Ernst, and he, the Fool's Favorite, was short of money. How can this be considered a lack of money! ——As expected, they are all temperance people. Even Miss Sharon accepted the commission of one thousand pounds for three days, which was shockingly low for a Sequence 5, because she was short of money...

But talking directly about money is a good thing for Klein. After all, the high-quality red wine produced by his Chateau Meguerre is very popular. He still has about 17,000 pounds in cash and gold bars equivalent to tens of thousands. . Klein breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked nervously:

"Then, I need a stand-in who can pass on part of the occult connection. I can provide my blood and body parts."

"My offer is fifteen thousand pounds," he said carefully.

To maintain the operation of the foundation and Rose Manor, I have to spend at least a thousand pounds every month. I can only increase the price to 20,000 pounds. If it is higher, I will risk redoing the bounty hunter, but the possibility is greater. I was caught red-handed by a group of crows when I reached the sea... Klein thought to himself.

"Fifteen thousand pounds..."

Richard touched his chin and glanced at the other two people. The Bound God is not very sensitive to money yet, but Barranca's expression is obviously good.

This price is very exciting. At the same time, he also knows that Dwayne Dantès is a businessman in name, and a businessman must keep some cash aside. Richard had fully recognized the price and began to take out a sewing kit and cotton from his pocket:

"Deal, give me some blood, your body parts, and if you want it to be more realistic, you can give me a bone."

bone.

Klein took a deep breath: "...Okay."

He wanted to replace the body parts with spiritual insects, which would allow the avatar to have some of his extraordinary abilities, but the bones...

He ended the ceremony, looked at his little finger, made a mark with the silver ritual knife on hand, and began to make mental preparations. After doing this for a while, he suddenly realized that he could use the ability of the Faceless Man to separate his flesh and blood and let the bone come out of the skin on its own.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and began to concentrate on controlling his little finger.

Suddenly, a burst of dazzling white light erupted outside the bedroom window, followed by a huge roar. Klein was so frightened that his hands shook, and the silver knife fell to the floor with a bang and rolled more than one meter away.

It has been rainy and cold in Backlund recently, and there are occasional thunder and lightning at night, but such thunder is still rare!

Klein vaguely felt something was wrong. He bent down and reached out to touch the knife on the ground. The moment he bent down, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew past his back, making his hair stand on end.

Tick, tick.

He suddenly felt something falling on his back. He wasn't sure, but it seemed like rain.

The rain hit the floor, soaking the bed, tables, chairs and carpets.

Then lightning from the sky illuminated his bedroom.

Klein's throat rolled, and his spiritual intuition told him that at the moment he bent down, the second-floor roof of his villa at No. 160 Berklund Street and the attic disappeared entirely.

Rain fell on his back, mixed with cold sweat sliding down the side of his face.

The devil seemed to be laughing into his ear.

"It missed."

TBC

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April Fool's Day!

Who got up at 5:30 on Saturday morning to see the rapeseed flowers? It was me.