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

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At eight o'clock in the morning, Sharon slowly opened her eyes.

Her blue eyes looked vaguely at the gap on the "roof" that was patched up with cloth. After a while, she looked away in silence.

The place where Sharon lived was an abandoned carriage carriage. Because it was relatively intact, she occupied it by force.

The place where she sleeps is the seat of the carriage. This seat is about half a meter wide and less than two meters long. When Sharon sleeps, she puts a mattress on this seat and curls up on it to rest. At other times, she takes off the mattress and uses it as a cushion. Use the seat as a table.

The carriage was very small, not even big enough for Sharon to stand upright.

Lift the tabletop of the seat and there is a small cabinet underneath. But Sharon didn't want to put anything in it because it was dark and damp and would breed a lot of disgusting bugs.

So she nailed a wooden board to the wall of the small carriage to put her clothes - she now only has two sets of clothes, two simple coarse cloth skirts and a white apron. Each person only has two changes of clothes and a standard set of personal belongings. The members of the Rose School who come here must abide by the creed of "temperance and economy" while working.

Sequence 5s like them have almost endless strength and only need to eat very little. They are quite popular in the labor force. Maric was recruited into the engineering team as soon as he arrived. After participating in a series of infrastructure construction work, he built himself a small wooden house. It was not too big. One wooden frame was a bed and the other wooden frame was a table. Although It was rough as hell, but at least it had a shelter from the wind and rain.

Instead of digging, plowing, cultivating, sewering, and welding pipes, Sharon chose to work in the mill.

During the half month of construction by the engineering team, the mill in the village needed manpower, but after the project was completed, the mill could resume a two-person working system, and Sharon was no longer needed.

Because the village itself is not large, neither the bakery nor the mill require workers. The only work left was on the farm, either raising cows, horses, pigs in sheds, or raising other livestock on the farm.

These tasks are still a bit too much for Sharon and far below her psychological expectations.

She could endure the busyness of the mill without her feet touching the ground, and she could endure the boring grinding work that only required hard work, but it was difficult for her to convince herself to clean up the piles of livestock excrement every day and carry a large amount of disgusting smell. of hay and swill.

Just passing by these places made her feel like she was going to faint.

So she refused, unwilling to participate in the farm, and unwilling to work in the fields. Finally, she exchanged the opportunity of building a house for a job of keeping accounts and copying materials, and the old village chief was even more harsh on her.

When she was working in the busy mill, she had no time to miss her teacher, but now that she is free, her teacher began to appear in her dreams from time to time, just like those in the past and the life in the Northern Continent.

Sharon stood up quietly, brushed the dust off her hair and body, poured water from her water bottle, and finished washing outside the carriage.

Then she returned to the carriage, used a hot water bottle to iron the dress she was going to wear today, finished dressing neatly, tied on her apron, locked the door, and headed to the home of the hired villager who had entrusted her to copy bills and letters.

Sharon is good at handwriting and is proficient in multiple languages. She can calculate all the accounts of all the small vendors in the village clearly - the villagers are basically illiterate and can only write wherever they can. Write some simple numbers and symbols, there is no concept of "clear organization", and you can't even remember the date. In the beginning, Sharon had to keep accounts with the help of these villagers, and she had to endure the inexplicable anger of the rude and ignorant villagers. As time went by, Sharon felt that her temper and patience had become better. .

When she sends back the neatly written and beautiful new ledger, of course she will also get compliments, but she has heard a lot of compliments since she was a child, and she doesn't have any more praise from the country people in her heart. sense of identity.

It's been a full month, and Maric has become familiar with the neighbors, but she still feels like an outsider.

The person who entrusted her to her was already waiting at home. He had to get up very early to feed chickens and weave cloth. Now that Sharon was here, the family had just finished breakfast and had a short break.

"Just give me what you want to copy." Sharon said concisely.

"Okay, what I want to copy is a letter written by my eldest son."

This family is considered a good one in the village, with tables, chairs and furniture. The hostess of the farmer's family carefully took out a notebook from a wooden box, and took out a few yellowed papers from the notebook, and handed them all to Sharon.

Sharon nodded, and then came to the door with her own pallet and chair.

"Can you write like his handwriting?" The hostess poked her head out of the door.

It is not difficult for extraordinary people to control their muscles and imitate handwriting. Sharon did not speak, she still just nodded and copied carefully.

"girl."

Probably because of Sharon's young age, the hostess was more concerned about her and shouted again before leaving the house:

"Have you had breakfast? I still have tacos at home."

Sharon thought for a moment and shook her head.

Time passed slowly, and when it was almost noon, the hostess who came back from the fields saw Sharon still writing seriously at the door, so she couldn't help but come over and take a look. She compared the bill with her son's home letter, and she passed. It took several minutes before he exclaimed:

"Girl, although I am illiterate, your handwriting is much better than my son's."

Sharon responded to the compliment: "Thank you."

"Girl, can you teach my little son to write?" the hostess asked again, with longing in her voice, "There are no teachers in the village, and the town is too far away to afford the daily tuition..."

Sharon remained silent. She temporarily stopped copying and looked up at the dark-skinned and reddish hostess. Behind the hostess stood a child of about seven or eight years old, with bare feet and an arm. My trouser legs are covered in mud, just like everyone here.

Knowledge and writing are indeed the easiest ways to cross classes... So, teach the children here to write?

Sharon suddenly realized that this matter might be part of her own merit. At the same time, compared with working on a farm or farming, this was easier and more respectable, and it met her requirements for work and life.

But she didn't agree. She decided to ask the village chief first.

"I'll think about it," Sharon said softly.

…

The next day, before noon, another group of Moon City residents, led by a priest named Duke, came to Gehrman Sparrow's bonfire to listen to his preaching, share mushrooms with him, and wait for purification. .

This team is completely opposite to the previous one, there is no Amon.

"Amon probably started to undergo mitosis inside Moon City." The Outer God caught a few more poisonous mushrooms to play with, and looked at Klein, "If you didn't go in early, weren't you going to save the people of Moon City? I'm afraid I'm too late. There’s no one left alive.”

"... As long as Amon wanted to torture me, there would have been no survivors yesterday." Klein said calmly, "Compared with 'parasitism', 'marionette transformation' may be more deadly. I will find a way."

"Oh." Outer God said, "He will invite you to Moon City soon, so be prepared."

Klein was startled: "Divination?"

"secret."

After each Moon City resident was baptized and burst into tears, Klein looked around and asked casually:

"The Sun God asked you to stay here and watch out for anyone coming out of the mist?"

"Yes." Duke, who had been cured of edema all over his body, knew that the high priest had mentioned this matter to the envoy in front of him, so he answered quite calmly.

Klein nodded lightly and asked again following this topic:

"What would you do if you really found someone walking out of the fog?"

Duke did not hesitate and said bluntly:

"Immediately recite the name of the great Sun God and report this matter... to Him..."

As he spoke, his tone became very low, and in the end, he could not even form words, because the sun god and creator did not respond more than two thousand years ago, even if Moon City held the most complete meeting again and again. During the ceremony, I repeatedly recited the honorable name, but did not receive any feedback. In the end, He finally responded to them by telling them to change their faith and follow the "Fool."

"Apart from this?" Klein asked keenly.

This is not only a revelation of spiritual intuition, but also a result of reasoning to a certain extent - obviously, the ancient sun god and the creator of Silver City will not fail to consider a problem, a possibility, that is, the man coming out of the gray mist is very careful. , very cautious, does not like to be watched or monitored. After discovering the Moon City patrol team, he tends to use his extraordinary ability to influence their minds, making them forget what they have seen him and forget to recite his name. .

Faced with this situation, the ancient sun god should have made certain arrangements.

Of course, this is not absolute. If Amon and his father could accurately foresee that the person walking out of the gray mist was a novice, there would be no need to say too much in the oracle.

However, considering that the ancient sun god and the creator of Silver City even predicted wrongly where he would come out of the gray mist, Klein was skeptical about the above possibility.

Duke thought for a while, hesitated and said:

"Greet the person and tell him one word."

Klein suddenly became energetic, but asked calmly on the surface:

"What word?"

Duke moved his lips a few times, as if he was simulating pronunciation, and then he said in a strange accent:

"Chernobyl."

...Klein's mind froze for a second, and then a strange doubt arose: Chernobyl? What Chernobyl?

Then, he immediately realized: Are there relics from the old era nearby? And it’s Chernobyl?

…

Loen Kingdom, East Chester County, in a woodland.

Farmers from nearby villages gathered here to pick the strange mushrooms that were covered with tree roots, rotten wood and bushes.

According to the laws of the kingdom, this forest land and everything growing in it should belong to its owner, Miss Audrey Hall. However, the extension of the war, the collection of food, and the high taxes and fees have made the farmers no longer care about violating the law. The law is something that only people who survive need to consider, and the more people involved, the bolder they will naturally become.

They formed a small team, picked them very efficiently, and divided the mushrooms that were either covered with gold stars or had fat patterns into two parts. A small part was kept for their own consumption, and a large part was prepared to be sold to the grain merchants waiting outside the forest in exchange for Gold pounds were used to buy necessary items such as salt and cloth.

The farmers didn't go too far, taking only a portion of the fruit on the trees except for the mushrooms, leaving enough to hand over to the caretakers of the woodlands.

In just two or three hours, the farmers sold a large amount of mushrooms and fruits, packed their gold pounds, carried rations on their backs, and returned to their villages with smiles on their faces.

For them, everything that happened today was what they wanted to do, and it also achieved their intended purpose.

The bearded grain merchant was equally happy, because these were unexpected harvests, and under the current situation, they could earn him a lot of money.

He led his workers to move a large amount of mushrooms and fruits to a processing point outside the city, processed them accordingly, and then put them all into the warehouse.

As a meticulous businessman, he checked the warehouse again after sending away the workers. After confirming that everything was correct, he closed and locked the door himself.

At this moment, he saw a thick stack of cash on the ground, all in denominations of 10 pounds.

"When did I lose so much money?" The grain merchant happily bent down and picked up the stack of banknotes.

While counting, he suddenly remembered the origin of the money:

They are the proceeds from selling the mushroom powder, dried mushrooms and preserved fruits!

"It's really rich!" The bearded businessman sighed with satisfaction, turned around and left the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, Audrey, who was wearing a light blue dress, released her "psychological invisibility" and took out a black bag.

This is the "traveler's luggage" she rented from "Judgment" Hugh.

Then, Audrey, with her blond hair simply holding her arm, easily poured the bags of grain into the black bag.

After doing all this, she took out another copper-green notebook with a hard shell and turned to the page where "Teleport" was recorded.

This is the "Lemanor Travel Notes" from "Magician" Forsi.

And what happened before was all secretly manipulated by Audrey.

She first gave the fast-producing mushrooms provided by Ms. "Hermit" to each animal in the forest. With their help, she "planted" them all in suitable places. Then, she "influenced" farmers in surrounding villages in large areas, strengthening the Their inner desire enabled them to overcome their fear of the law, and the grain merchant and his hired hands "just happened" to be passing by and discovered what had happened.

This kind of "manipulation" of people's hearts makes people addicted, just like the master of all spirits, but Audrey did not show a smile, but sighed softly:

"It's still not enough...there's still a lot left to go, a lot..."

The mushrooms she got were not the type that Little "Sun" said could suck the flesh and blood of monsters to grow and reproduce. They needed enough nutrients from the environment to grow quickly. Therefore, there was no way to grow mushrooms for the second time in this woodland in the short term, otherwise it would be very dangerous. It may become a desert.

Staring at the empty bags, Audrey's green eyes flickered and she thought uncontrollably:

"A large amount of food is concentrated in the church, royal family, military, government, nobles and big businessmen..."

“I don’t know how many times I have to move it with just the ‘traveler’s luggage’...

“People who ‘manipulate’ nobles, big businessmen, and the military are very dangerous, and they will be discovered if they are not cautious...

"If it weren't for the fact that there is no cheap food sold in large quantities outside of food factories, I might never have known that some people have that side..."

"The environment and situation are different, and the persona mask everyone wears is different. I will have to pay attention to this in the future..."

After a second thought, she felt a little depressed again.

Because she knew that even if she raised a large amount of food, it would only be enough to stabilize the disabled soldiers and children supported by the foundation she sheltered for a period of time. It would only be enough for these people to eat for about a month. After that, it would be completely There is no other way.

"The war hasn't really started yet..." Audrey closed her eyes, not knowing what else she could do.

She heard Ms. "The Hermit" say that the essence of the wars during this period were divine wars, and they would always be divine wars in the future. The prelude to the divine wars was always the same, which was to spend a certain amount of time and strength to shake the opponent's mind. anchor.

After thinking about it, Audrey pursed her lips and decided to start with what she could do.

As the page of notes glowed dimly, her figure quickly became transparent and disappeared.

TBC

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"elder brother."

Clovis Montemar raised his head and happened to see his sister walking over in a priest's robe, like a beam of walking sunshine.

The eldest son of the Marquis narrowed his eyes and showed a gentle smile to his sister:

"Dear Irena, you are the real treasure of the family."

A saint who is highly regarded by the church, a truly powerful demigod. This is more real wealth than any gold, factories, shares and land. It is the real reliance for a noble family with real power to maintain long-term stability and status.

Ms. D, Irena Montemar stopped in front of her eldest brother. She first politely expressed her gratitude to her brother for the compliment, and then briefly exchanged greetings: "How is your life in the army recently?"

The eldest daughter of the marquis family joined the church, and the eldest son, who had no extraordinary talent, decided to follow the normal aristocratic route. At the same time, he tried to establish a good relationship with the current national military organization "War Red". Clovis recalled the devil's training in the army, He smiled bitterly:

"I feel like I did a bad job, sister! I must apologize for my previous rashness. Those officers, I mean the real officers in 'War Red', are all real 'conspirators', better than me. This dandy who only knows the basics of political struggle is much stronger... Now, the only way to maintain the image of our family is through my efforts in participating in military training and my efforts in showing my sincerity."

Irena looked at her brother and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly: "Are you regretting becoming a hunter?"

"It's a bit. Hunters need to go to the battlefield. I think I lack the talent in this area... Continuing to advance in this way will not make me live longer, but will make me die more easily."

Clovis made a joke and did not stop at this topic: "The family already owns you, I just need to maintain and develop. By the way, sister, why did you come to me?"

"Our relative in the Loen Empire wrote me another letter."

Irena took out an envelope from her sleeve: "This is written by the Countess of the Hall family - you know, the second son of this family is dead, otherwise this second son would have come over and become the lord of our territory in the east. . Now the earl has made up his mind and is going to find a way to bring his daughter to Intis so that she can inherit part of the assets he divided among us... Do you think it is necessary to tell your father about this matter? "

"You also know how to let your daughter inherit some assets...it's quite smart."

Clovis nodded slightly, disapprovingly: "A countess wants to come over? Are you planning to ask us to get her an engagement?"

"Earl Hall hopes it's best not to," Irena said. "He wants his daughter to have the opportunity to choose for herself, but the countess mentioned implicitly that if there must be an engagement, she hopes it will be to a viscount."

"...Haha, a distressed countess who begs us to take care of her, can she still expect to get a title?" Clovis joked in a sarcastic tone, "Of course, of course, in Trier, this is possible - —As long as that lady is beautiful enough, maybe I will fall in love with her too, right? What we don’t lack most here is beautiful women, and beautiful women who want to rise to a higher level."

"But it's a bit of a fantasy to find a viscount to get engaged to. However, there is a powerful viscount in his fifties who was in his fifties and lost his wife in the flood. Oh, and his son also died. Maybe he is the right one. This is the Countess’ chance.”

Irena maintained a good ladylike manner and listened to her brother's sarcasm. Then she sighed softly:

"That lady is 19 years old."

Clovis still disagreed: "So?"

"Her sequence is five."

The eyes of the eldest son of the Marquis suddenly widened - "Sister, she is nineteen years old, younger than you, Sequence Five. Do you think she is already Sequence Five?"

"Yes, brother."

Seeing the expression on her brother's face, Irena couldn't help but laugh: "She is very beautiful and smart, and she is still a Sequence Five - and her path is also available in our church, which is the 'audience'! Brother!" , do you think she will be a wild Beyonder without a guide? If she can reach this point at this age, will there be a lack of opportunities to open the door to divinity and become a demigod in the future? "

A Sequence Five with a promising future...

Worth wooing! !

Clovis coughed and immediately corrected his attitude, showing a friendly smile.

"Please forgive me for being rude to your friend just now, sister."

The eldest son of the Marquis was already very skilled in dealing with people. He quickly changed his mentality. The value of this countess in his heart quickly surpassed that of her father, and even the property that her father had divided:

"When did this beautiful lady come to Trier?"

"As a trusted distant relative and a distinguished guest from afar, it is necessary for me to welcome him personally."

Irena looked at her brother's expression and suddenly smiled:

"Remember to control your thoughts when the time comes. Your desire to win over others is already written on your face - she will see it. However, nothing can truly be hidden from a 'mind reader' …”

"I see."

Clovis adjusted his expression calmly and winked at his sister: "Don't forget to say a nice word for me, sister. By the way, don't let her come into contact with the old Marquis and our younger brother, or let them have more contact with her. Contact so she knows who is more worthy of the choice.”