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

743

Backlund, late at night.

Audrey, who felt that the potion had been digested a little more, actively used "dream travel" to leave her mansion and enter various dreams in the surrounding area.

When she realized that the preferential treatment from Intis relatives came from her own strength, she was even more eager to go further.

While "traveling" like this, she suddenly saw an acquaintance.

This is a noble lady with whom she has a good relationship. She is 29 years old and got married the year before last to a viscount.

At this time, rose petals were constantly falling in the lady's room, the bed was white, with a pair of heart-shaped rings placed on it, and there was a knocking sound coming from the window.

The lady's cheeks flushed, she walked quickly and opened the window.

A man wearing a black iron mask and a dark cloak jumped in, hugged the lady, and whispered:

"I will take you away from the pain."

Then, the two started to get entangled in various ways and rolled all the way to the bed.

As a "dream walker" who was struggling to digest the potion, Audrey had already seen similar scenes, passed through the shy stage, and lamented that everyone's dreams are really colorful and full of imagination. At this time, She didn't lose her composure at all, maintaining the etiquette that an "audience" should have, as if she was witnessing an extreme drama.

After a brief inspection, she discovered a problem:

The man wearing the black iron mask was not the lady's spouse, but more like a playboy in the aristocratic circle.

"Is this a reflection of the hidden thoughts in my heart?" Audrey said to herself with an academic attitude of dream analysis.

Audrey couldn't help but exit the dream, wanting to see the viscount and his wife's state in reality.

In the bedroom illuminated by the crimson moonlight, on the big white bed, the Viscount hugged his wife, and his wife hugged him, sleeping very intimately.

"Well, you must realize that everyone has a dark side. If you are 'convicted' simply by the dreams you have had and the thoughts you have had in a moment, everyone will fall into hell. No one is immune, including myself... Just like Extraordinaries on the 'Prisoner' path, including me, can understand, recognize and control their dark side so that it can never enter reality. For most people, that's pretty good..."

Audrey increasingly feels that playing the role of "Dream Walker" is a torture and tempering of her own soul.

She entered the dreamland again and "traveled" to other areas.

Not long after, she came to a warm "room".

There is a thick carpet here, a dining table is placed, and the host is an old lady with gray hair.

On both sides of her were a middle-aged man and woman and three underage children. They were all lighting candlelight, tasting delicious food, talking and laughing, and were very happy.

Outside the room, the darkness was deep, and the strong wind made the glass rattle, brewing the terrifying feeling before disaster struck.

"What is the owner of this dream worried about and afraid of?" Audrey exited the dream, trying to find answers from reality and verify her speculation.

She immediately saw a small bed and the old lady with gray hair.

On the bedside table of this old lady, there are photo frames one after another. They are either wrapped in black cloth or tied with white flowers. They are of a middle-aged couple and three underage children.

Audrey turned her head in silence and looked out the window, only to see the ruins left by the bombing near the house.

The noble lady pursed her lips and suddenly returned to the old lady's dream.

She did not try to prevent the possible disaster. She just materialized a chair, sat next to it, and looked at the happy and warm family seriously and intently.

Amid the whistling wind and shaking glass, the lights in the room were bright, the food was fragrant, and laughter continued.

Audrey summarized the following rules for playing "Dream Walker":

"The traveler in the dreamland has been here, seen it, recorded it but did not interfere. He is just an 'audience'."

744

sun.

Light, warmth, vitality and new hope.

People looked expectantly at the divine envoy on the high platform. For the people of the land abandoned by the gods, there was no more noble and beautiful symbol than this.

When the black mist no longer floated out from the entire Moon City residents, Klein gradually stopped pouring spirituality into the cross. Watching the golden cross in his hand gradually dissipate its light, like dusk and sunset coming for the second time, people's eyes showed reluctance and expectations for the next development.

They all knew in their hearts that after the display of the Sun God's authority and promise was over, the next step was to symbolize the "Fool".

But no one knew that the "Angel of the Fool", who had been leading the advancement of the festival with a calm and even distant attitude, was now stuck.

According to "Cline Moretti's" one of the few experiences of participating in a large-scale sacramental ceremony, when the bishop finishes the first phase of his speech, the next step should be the second phase of atmosphere enhancement by the choir or the scheduled speaker. , at the same time, the band will start playing, and the bishop and the extraordinary people of the church will also use some extraordinary means to influence the crowd, so that everyone's spirituality will resonate and further strengthen the faith in people's hearts... Klein's eyes glanced to the left again. Look, there is no atmosphere group, no choir, and no band here.

The difficulty of compiling hymns is still a bit too high for me... Klein even learned "Apocalypse of the Night" while rushing to release Dwayne Dantès, so it is not right to just copy and change the lyrics now. It’s difficult, but it’s possible to stutter when speaking.

There might be someone in Yuecheng who could compose hymns, but this would make him seem like a failure as a missionary.

In this situation, isn’t silence better than stammering or pausing for a moment?

Gehrman Sparrow is a cold fanatic and preacher. How about I give the high priest a look and let him think of a solution?

The answer must be given as soon as possible, otherwise they will collectively pray to Amon in their hearts!

Klein let the sunlight gradually disappear in his hands and put on a serious expression, leaving this blank time to everyone's imagination. Of course, the residents of Moon City would not question the behavior of the divine envoy. In their eyes, whatever the divine envoy did was God’s will. Only a young man wearing a monocle pushed up his glasses with a half-smile and observed. The performance of Mr. Fool.

"Are you planning to make up a new honorary name and separate the direction of the main body?"

He had completely seen what Klein was thinking, so the smile on his face gradually turned evil: "It's useless. Even if you change the content, I can still deceive other people. If you really use your honorary name to separate yourself from your true body, To distinguish them, I can also use grafting..."

"Although there are no angels here, by gathering the power of all the clones, I can reach the level of an angel in terms of strength."

"Mr. Fool, you gave me Origin Castle, why don't you just quietly struggle in a corner with your destiny, waiting for Him to awaken in you in the future, and then come to the land abandoned by God to save these people Woolen cloth?"

"Maybe because he wants to."

Amon was just talking to himself, not expecting anyone to answer him, but someone squeezed into his row from the crowd and answered his words casually.

Amon's eyes suddenly opened wide and he slowly looked in that direction.

The Lord of Withering showed him the most polite eight-tooth smile recorded in "Human Etiquette - The Decline King", and then quickly put away the smile, imitating Amon's mocking smile just now. Expression: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I still miss you little bastards. What am I talking about? You didn't cooperate with my investigation before, so now I'm going to trouble you."

After scaring Amon, he looked up at Klein in a good mood.

"What's the reason? I probably feel that the people here are miserable and pitiful. I have accepted the request of the true Creator, so I have an obligation to save them. You may not understand, but according to my observation, this is how humans are."

"I can understand, isn't it just for the anchor?"

"That's probably true, but there are also other reasons. Human beings are very complex creatures. You can't understand it just by thinking about it." The smile on the outer god's face deepened, "Or, do you want to try being a human?" Feel?"

Amon pinched his eyes and shook his head.

At this moment, Klein on the stage had been silent for nearly half a minute. As a transitional link, it was almost time to end.

Amon stared at the Outer God, wanting to see what he could do to help. However, he saw the other person looking left and right, and suddenly, as if by magic, he took out a strange-looking harp from nowhere.

"I can't sing, so I just applied for off-field assistance."

The Lord of Wither blinked at Amon: "And I know that my off-site aid will not refuse to record this epic scene."

Amon frowned: "You are not at Sequence 4 now, and you don't even have divinity..."

In a land where there is no connection to the spirit world and no prayers will be answered, come here in such a tattered container to provoke us. Do you have other means to confidently and confidently equate the total power of angels to that of angels? Kill us all?

What's more, even if they kill us, they can still find a way to pass on the information, as well as the main body above the Source Castle!

"Look at what you said... divinity, isn't it our nature?" The smile on the outer god's face became more and more fake, but he still educated Amon patiently, "I didn't choose the demigod container because of that It will limit my divinity to the demigod level."

"Can't you tell the difference between impurities and essence?"

While speaking, He reached out and plucked the strings, as if he was testing the sound.

"Whether this is a song that declares doom or a new unfinished epic... It depends on which of you will win in the end."

He whispered. The moment this voice sounded, it seemed as if everyone's hearts and minds were stirred, even Klein himself was no exception. An indescribable voice sounded directly deep in everyone's heart.

The voice sounded like a man, a woman, an old man, a child, the wind, or an animal. Weird and melodious, like a spiritual resonance. It cannot be described accurately at all, not even in human language, and when people try to recall it, they find that they cannot repeat even a single syllable.

“Close your eyes, we are still suffering;

“My body is tired and I don’t know how the future will unfold;

"O God, please answer our prayers and listen to our cries. If salvation is far away, where should we go..."

Unknowingly, everyone felt that their spirits had been baptized, and their spirituality was naturally expressed.

They collectively entered a trance state and personally felt the "miracle" that connected everyone's will and spirit. Even Amon in the crowd could not escape from the picture painted by this song. After all, this was the song of another god thousands of miles away.

Fortunately, He didn't include any profanity in it.

Klein was also in a trance for a moment, but the privilege of being awake in the dream still existed. He was just confused for a moment, and immediately recovered, and then began to look for the being who made the sound in the crowd.

He saw nothing, only the indescribable voice that was still singing slowly in his mind, like some kind of prelude.

"Someone is helping me..."

Klein perked up. This song came at just the right time, relieving his embarrassment and making the hymn he had compiled in his mind for half a minute useless. But this was a good thing. Klein immediately put the cross back into the historical projection. Then he grabbed it in the air and pulled out the "Cane of Life".

He raised his cane high, pouring a huge amount of spirituality into it.

A small flower bloomed on the top of the cane, and the green brilliance visible to the naked eye spread around him, like a warm spring breeze.

The wind blew over people's bodies, scars gradually faded, sarcomas repaired themselves after cracking, and broken limbs grew out of the cracks again. Those bent, deformed bones, and all limbs that should not have appeared, were all taken away by the wind. He left behind a healthy and sound body.

The people in Yuecheng seemed to have really entered a dream, their consciousness resonated, and they were moved forward by the faint singing.

“The sun is shining on the earth, and the world is still full of life;

“Another god has come to you, like the first one;

He thought for a moment.

“He is as ancient as the sun-god, and comes from the same age;

“He never forgets you and keeps the oath in his heart;

“Make a choice, hold on to the past, or embrace the new;

“Hang that sun on your chest;

“Or believe in Him and He will bring you salvation.”

They seemed to have seen the dark world of more than a thousand years in the past, and the sun was shining brightly on that dark and dangerous land at this moment.

In an extremely distant place, at the end of the field of vision, there are the figures of their parents, their wives, their husbands, their friends, their teachers and seniors wandering in the wilderness. These dead people who have not been able to see the sun are all at this moment. Bathed in the light, no matter what hardships he suffered in life, he was walking on the earth with a smile and waving his arms towards them.

But they felt no joy, because the songs were full of sadness, and because they could not move their feet or get close to those who had passed away.

“All those who have gone before death;

“All those who are longing for tomorrow;

“Life is beautiful, but fleeting;

"Go and trace the backs of those who came before you, and guide the future generations who are looking for a path."

Those who walked in the dreamland once again felt strong sadness, and seemed to understand that they really had to say goodbye.

Joy and sadness were intertwined. They recalled all the beautiful moments in the past, recalled the scene where the family gathered around the dining table to enjoy food and talked and laughed, recalled the person who looked at them tenderly, and recalled seeing them. Being hurt, hearing the pain that seemed to tear apart their souls when they passed away, recalling the pain caused by endless darkness and despair, thinking of their relatives or friends, who had to leave alone when their bodies were too weak to hunt anymore. of pain.

They have left early and no longer have worries, but those who survive must suffer day and night, haggard and wither.

Now, the living people have finally waited for the future.

When the singing and the dreamlike trance ended together, the people who woke up were shocked to find that their bodies had become healthy and strong without knowing when. The divine envoy on the stage looked at them silently, his eyes as calm and compassionate as gods.

So a tear fell down, and another tear fell down. The people who participated in this festival and shared this "miracle" could no longer suppress their inner emotions, and vented the accumulated pain silently and without reservation.

The great sadness permeated the air, woven together in the choir's chanting, as if it had taken on a physical form.

“He is as ancient as the sun-god, and comes from the same age;

“Make a choice, hold on to the past, or embrace the new;

“Hang that sun on your chest;

“Or believe in Him and He will bring you salvation.”

Klein did not hesitate and repeated this prayer that had been written for him - his spiritual perception told him that this prayer could indeed distinguish him from Amon, and its direction was clear. Most importantly, He thinks this is okay!

The Outer God hiding in the crowd had stopped playing and singing, and a brand new piece of white paper appeared in front of him, with a few lines of words appearing on it.

"Huh? Oh, "Out of the Eastern Continent"..."

The people around him did not notice His soliloquy. These people who were crying silently with their eyes closed subconsciously followed the words of the divine messenger and made similar prayers. Then, they were infected by each other and shouted in their hearts:

"Trust Him!"

"Trust Him!"

"Believe in the Fool, believe that He will come to help us and save us!"

The sadness reached its extreme, and people's emotions resonated like never before, like ocean waves gathering together to become an astonishing tsunami.

At this moment, Klein suddenly heard a tsunami-like shout coming from his ears. These all belonged to the residents of Moon City. He could even tell which person in the audience one of the words came from!

Success? ! He couldn't believe it!

In such a tsunami, even the Amons were infected for a moment, but they quickly controlled their respective hosts to break away from the frenzied state.

At this moment, Klein's thinking suddenly stopped.

His body was no longer under control, and the "life cane" disappeared automatically in less than fifteen minutes. Except for his thoughts, which still belonged to him, everything else was slowly becoming stiff, and even his eyes were difficult to move.

He knew very well that this should be "parasitism".

It came so quickly...

Can't you hold it back anymore? The "Time Angel" here?

TBC

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Good night!