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

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In the Republic of Intis, the capital of Trier, a director of an intelligence agency was arranging tasks for his subordinates.

Suddenly, his vision became blurry, and a voice that seemed to come from afar sounded in his ears:

"Orville... Dilan... Orville... Dilan..."

As an Extraordinary who joined the Directorate General of External Security of Intis as a member of the Secret Order, this was not the first time Antoine encountered something similar.

In certain scenes in the past, every time he was promoted, he would hear the murmur of "Honakis...Fregera...Honakis...Fregera..." and almost lost control several times.

What was different from the past was that the content of the whisper seemed to have changed this time.

When the mumbling subsided and what he saw in front of him returned to normal, Antoine frowned slightly and said silently to himself:

"My mental state has been very stable recently, and I haven't taken any magic potions. I'm trying to get promoted. How could I hear the whispers of a hidden existence?"

"This seems to be somewhat different from the previous one..."

"What does Orville represent? I lack enough information and can't interpret it at all..."

"Dilan, Dilan, well, the senior officials in the meeting mentioned that our mysterious and terrifying leader once hid an ancient castle called Dilan..."

"Hiss, I can't help but shudder when I think of that existence. Although He has returned to normal in the past two years, the horrific legends and substantial destruction He left behind are enough to give people nightmares for a lifetime..."

Antoine calmed down, temporarily suppressed his doubts, and continued to arrange tasks for his subordinates.

A few minutes later, he walked out of his office. After seeing the oncoming "Hunter" passing his colleagues in the corridor, he suddenly had an idea -

“After confirming the degree of danger, if it is much beyond my capabilities, I can report it directly to ‘War Red’!”

"The legions will work together. In this way, I can not only get more information and some clue fees safely, but without risking it."

…

"The main thing I want to protect is Klein Moretti, not the Source Castle. Besides, I can't protect that thing either."

"Don't say that Klein lost the Origin Castle. As long as he is still alive, he is under the protection of the God of War and is one of the red saints of war. Even if he loses his breath and turns into an undead creature, it is still war. The red ghost!"

Medici immediately made his attitude clear.

Edward nodded without surprise: "I understand."

Seeing that there was no other reaction from him, the war angel began to figure out the purpose of the outer god's visit - did he really just come to see a show? ——After witnessing everything, Medici slowly removed the prayer screen and did not look in that direction again.

There is nothing to see anymore, his ending has been settled. If there are still people calling him by that honorable name, and there are still people writing letters in his tone, then this must be all fraud and a mockery from Amon's true form.

Medici's clenched fists did not loosen for a long time. He seemed to be in a bad mood, or in fact, he was in a very bad mood, but it did not affect his ability to judge the current situation and organize his language. He cursed a few words in his mouth, then ignored the demon standing not far away, and began to sort out the documents on the table to make himself look like he had something to do.

Edward's eyes swept over the documents on the table and noticed the words "Witch Cult".

He probably guessed that Medici was preparing to take action against the witch sect, collect information, and find a way to snatch the extraordinary characteristics of a "conqueror" from the hands of the witches that Augustus, the former royal family of Loen, traded.

This sequence one is Medici's uniqueness in addition to "the conqueror characteristics belonging to the Feysac Einhorn royal family" and "the uniqueness of the red priest 0-01 placed in the underground sealing room of the Thunder Church on Pasu Island" The only element of becoming a god that can be seen and touched.

If Medici wants to go further, he will definitely take action against it, provided that this characteristic has not been accommodated by the "Original Witch".

"The Red Priest's uniqueness seems to be contaminated by the City of Disaster. You will die once you deal with the remnants of the pollution. If you come into contact with the City of Disaster again, I'm afraid you will be controlled by the City of Disaster."

Edward kindly reminded:

"It's really interesting. Except for people like Klein and the True Creator, everyone else who wants to control the source of matter has to go through dangerous pollution. Only when you become a god are you initially qualified to contact the City of Disaster, but the uniqueness has been contaminated, and you can't Become a god.”

"You don't need to remind me, I have my own things to do."

Medici waved his hand, not looking at the dual-path true god at all.

The sunshine in Trier was quite good today, but it was dazzling after being exposed to it for a long time. Medici felt a little irritated. He swept aside the information in his hand and asked the devil angrily:

"You can see the future, haven't you tried to change it?"

"——Ah, I'm not the type who likes to change the future."

Edward thought for a while and said in a nostalgic tone: "It seems that someone asked me this question a long time ago. In fact, fate is not a set process for me, but an interesting process full of possibilities. Story, I am just reading your story, and sometimes I will guide the plot to the place that interests me, but I will not change it, your ending is still your own."

"I'm also surprised that he would help Klein, um, but it's not that surprising either."

"I guess his purpose in helping Klein was to prevent Amon from getting the Source Castle. He didn't want to become a part of the Lord of Mysteries. He wanted to keep himself fragile, so he took the initiative to take risks for this. In a sense. To put it bluntly, his ideas are incredibly fragile."

Edward said slowly. There was a white cloud in the sky in the distance moving equally slowly. He suddenly looked at Medici:

"Do you really want him back?"

Medici did not immediately respond to this statement.

Want to? Do you want that little clone who can make some lame jokes with yourself, write letters to yourself and the Lord, and tease Amon in a very childish tone compared to his true form to come back? Although that kid has hundreds of years of experience, he has just taken steps on the road to explore the world. He has just learned what he likes and what he wants... Medici thought seriously for a while and felt that he probably wanted to Yes, even if the person standing in front of him is not the devil, but someone else, he will feel that he really wants him to come back.

Medici tapped the table slowly with his hand. At first, he was actually a little interested in asking the devil how to get him back, but after dozens of seconds, he thought of the methods the other party might use.

——In short, it won’t be a very normal method.

Probably take out all the memories of this clone, then use human body to make a body or some other method, then stuff his memories into it, and create a synthesis that will be discussed in the Church of the Mother Goddess for several years. Something that is not in line with human rights.

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

Medici was no longer interested. There was one more thing he was curious about, so he asked casually:

"Then does he have another future?"

When asked about this, Edward's expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a slow and confident tone:

"some."

"Since his end has been determined and his journey has been completed, I don't mind telling you the future I see."

Medici frowned, turned halfway towards Edward and sat upright. He folded his hands and raised his chin: "I would like to hear the details."

"In the ending I saw and what I expected, he would make the right choice to preserve himself at every point. For example, after meeting Klein for the first time, he chose to erase his memory and turn a blind eye. When he was about to be discovered, he stood by and did not participate. In short, in the end, he will complete the promotion ceremony of the 'ancient scholar' as an individual as 'Amon' and become a 'miracle master'. After the end of the world, he will be killed by me. Take him away from the earth and head towards the stars to find the miracles and world he wants."

"It actually sounds quite romantic."

Medici twitched his lips. One of the details reminded him of Klein, then of Silver City, and finally of the True Creator: "I remember the promotion ceremony of ancient scholars to return a lost history to the current era. , what did he do?”

"Let the history of the Amon family in the fourth era return to reality, and then he captured a group of clones to play the role of the Amon family with him."

Edward shrugged, a little amused by this possible development:

"In order to create this consciousness, he specially captured a lot of clones, and obtained the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Puppet Master'. He also donated a lot of money to archaeological institutions and research institutes to promote the project... In short, he succeeded, after all, he is also A born part of a high-sequence mythical creature, as long as a ritual can be justified, he successfully became Him, exchanging death for the miracle of breaking away from the Amon group, and gained freedom."

It sounds like it's true, you seem to have seen it all with your own eyes... Medici was a little stunned when he heard that. In his mind, the boy took off Amon's only monocle, which was the only symbol of sex, and threw it away. Those standard classical wizard robes look like wearing the clothes you like.

He will have his own honorable name, instead of just calling Amon and it will respond, he may also have his own name... He seems to like collecting sparkling things, and he will definitely prepare a lot for himself when the time comes. The accessories will look like a sparkling jewelry shelf, using mischievous miracles to tempt people around you to make wishes to Him, making wishes come true in a way that makes people laugh or cry.

Then he shook his head and sneered, remembering that the protagonist of this story that had not happened was already dead.

A false miracle.

This magnificent future was stillborn, like his favorite monocle, shattered to pieces in the sun.

Edward asked, "Are you sorry for him?"

Medici snorted with his nose, and the smile disappeared:

"Yes, what do you think?"

"He should be happy with your behavior." Edward shrugged, "Because you are just mourning for him."

…

pain!

it hurts!

Head hurts!

The bizarre dream full of whispers quickly fragmented, and Klein's dark sleep was suddenly broken by the severe pain coming from his head, as if he had been severely swung with a stick, no, more like a sharp object was pierced into his temple and accompanied by There was stirring... No, the vague memories before his death slowly appeared. He remembered that he had heard a gunshot before. He should have been shot from behind, directly in the head!

Hiss... In a daze, Klein wanted to turn over, cover his head, and sit up, but he couldn't move his hands and feet at all. He seemed to have lost control of his body.

It seems that my body has not fully repaired yet... Wait a minute, am I thinking with my brain now? But I can't control my body. Maybe my brain hasn't been repaired yet... It's a bit scary... If I open my eyes now, can I see the spiritual worms crawling on my body and then slowly merging? Together, turning into skin and flesh... Klein closed his eyes tightly, his thoughts murmuring in confusion.

Although the experience of death and resurrection is equally rich, previous resurrections are similar to waking up from sleep. The body will feel tired and consciousness will emerge slowly without much discomfort.

When he was resurrected for the first time, when he pushed open the coffin lid, he could still see that his heart was slowly repairing itself.

I am now in sequence three, and my whole body is basically composed of spiritual insects. Can the repair speed be faster? Klein was thinking nonsensically and trying hard to concentrate in order to completely get rid of the shackles of darkness and psychedelia.

However, his current state is like being half asleep and half awake late at night. His will is always as erratic as smoke, difficult to control and difficult to restrain. Klein used the power of meditation, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't help but have his mind wander and distracting thoughts emerge.

Hey, I have a terrible headache. The gunshot came from behind. Is the back of my head still intact?

Forget it, my brain should be...well, my eyes can't open...have they not been repaired yet?

He felt that he had been dead for a long time, and it seemed that he was gradually able to feel the presence of his limbs. The throbbing pains allowed Klein to accumulate illusory strength bit by bit. Finally, he straightened his back and opened his eyes, completely getting rid of his half-asleep state.

His vision was blurry at first, and then he saw a patch of dark red and snowy white.

Wherever he looked, Klein squinted his eyes, and it took him a full ten seconds to realize that he was actually still lying on the snow.

It is now approaching winter, and it is still snowing on the Loen-Feysac border. His body has been covered with a thick layer of white snow, and blood stains scattered everywhere can still be faintly seen under the surrounding snow. It solidified into dark red, like a flower that bloomed at an inappropriate time, and the center was where his head was after he fell.

What time is it now? How many days have I been dead? By the way, Tarot Club...

Klein's eyes widened and he suddenly smiled to himself.

He had already forgotten it after he died once. He had successfully made the Source Castle disappear from his body and passed it on to Amon. There is no Tarot Club now, and there may not be one in the future, but Klein hopes There will still be a day when it can be reconvened.

"Even if not, I still have to inform everyone... I seem to have informed you? Don't pray, don't respond... By the way, there are Silver City and Moon City... God's Abandoned Land... I should go to God's Abandoned Place now Prepare for the promotion ceremony of Sequence Three..."

Klein struggled to control his body and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

He now had a severe headache, almost no energy left in his body, and could hardly concentrate. Klein's mind was filled with countless fragmented images, and he had to speak them out to clarify his plans and thoughts.

"Hey, can you still stand up? You're so alive!"

Klein suddenly felt like he was being pulled violently. There was a person very close to him, but he never noticed it!

An alarm bell rang in Klein's heart. He suddenly looked up and saw a flash of bright red like a flame in the pale world composed of white sky and white snow. He suddenly felt a little unable to take his eyes away, even a little dazzling.

"It's unbelievable. Source Castle can resurrect you early? I don't know what effect City of Disaster will have..."

Medici muttered a few words, then casually lifted Klein up as if he was carrying an object. Regardless of what Klein thought, he said directly to himself: "Let's go back with me. The Secret Order is short of people." , you are already at Sequence Three, come to the intelligence department to report."

Klein opened his mouth, paused for two seconds, and then spoke with difficulty:

"...I no longer have Origin Castle."

"The True Creator values ​​me only because of Source Castle. You no longer need to follow the True Creator's requirements to protect me."

"It's just that there is no Source Castle anymore. I was shocked. I thought you were not Klein Moretti." Medici clicked his tongue, "Don't talk such nonsense. You are mistaken. The Lord hopes you are alive." , I don’t want Yuan Castle to live, I also want you to live, so come with me quickly.”

"I'm listening."

Edward said, "Just leaving like that? I still have something to do with him."

Medici sneered, patted Klein on the shoulder, and pulled him behind him:

"Have you seen the spiritual link? This is the internal affairs of our War Red, please don't get involved, Demon King."

"You have no say in this." Edward shook his head, "What does it have to do with you if I ask him for something?"

Just as Medici was about to speak, Klein took the initiative to come out from behind him. His Adam's apple rolled, and he looked directly at the demon in front of him who had taken away his life twice with a calm and generous look. Try your best to keep your voice steady:

"I'm right here, what do you want from me?"

TBC

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