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

751

Backlund, twelve o'clock in the morning, in a small apartment in the East District.

Emlyn White, who had been resting during the day, woke up and was quite confused about the dream just now.

He seems to have dreamed of Lilith, the ancestor of the blood race!

In the dream, he seemed to be walking in a forest. The tree canopy above his head blocked the sky, and there was a faint red moonlight shining through the gap.

Later, Emlyn came to an open space and saw the crimson moon in the sky, and a pair of huge bat wings that covered half of the red moon.

In the legend of the vampires, this is one of the symbols of the ancient god Lilith.

Immediately afterwards, he excitedly flew high into the sky to get close to the red moon, but when he was high up, he unexpectedly discovered that the open space under his feet seemed to have strange patterns. Emlyn looked down from mid-air and found that the orderly fallen grass actually formed a wonderful pattern in the open space. He had always seen this pattern in the past few days - it turned out to be the Church of the "Mother Goddess of the Earth" Holy emblem!

He looked at the sky again in shock, and found that the red moon had become distant at some point, and the darkness in the distance was illuminated by the red moonlight, revealing a church-like building.

After dreaming here, Emlyn naturally woke up, and as a vampire viscount, he has basic dream analysis abilities:

"It was my troubles during this period that led to this dream..."

"I am indeed the object of favor from the ancestors, but why does the Mother Goddess also... Praise, praise you, the source of life, the mother of all things! Thank you, ancestors!... They are hinting to me that they want to be promoted to the 'Witch King' If you have the opportunity, you should consider going to the church... Where is the church? The moon goes away and the outline of the church appears in the night. Is the ancestor really suggesting that I join the Church of the Mother Earth..."

"Did the ancestor abandon me? No, no, this may be an agreement between the two gods."

Emlyn didn't think about anything else, but it was still difficult to completely convert and join the Church of the Mother Earth. Utravsky did not use the "Heart Nightmare Candle" to give himself a psychological suggestion of conversion, and Emlyn was even less clear about where his respect for the Mother Goddess came from.

But since God has arranged a future for himself, involving the promotion opportunity of Sequence 4, Emlyn still turned over and sat up with hope, praising the Mother Goddess of the Earth and the ancestors quite piously, and prepared to take out the letter and read it again .

At this moment, Emlyn keenly felt a familiar smell approaching his residence. It was "Judgment," Xio.

He stopped heading to the desk, stood there, straightened his clothes, and put on his coat.

Sure enough, not long after, footsteps gradually went upstairs, his door was knocked, and Xio's voice came from outside:

"Mr. Moon, regarding your matter, Miss Justice has already replied."

Hearing this, the corners of Emlyn's mouth suddenly raised, revealing a pleasant smile: "Okay, please wait for me in the coffee shop downstairs."

The person outside the door knocked again in response, and then gradually walked away.

"My luck seems pretty good... If I can get information from that 'Justice' lady, I might not have to think about converting... After all, the Earth Mother Church only invited me. It’s still a thank-you occasion, and you can’t bring your parents with you…”

Emlyn's mood improved significantly. He quickly changed into his clothes for going out, tied his bow tie, put on his hat, and quickly went out and went downstairs.

A few minutes later.

"Eighty thousand pounds?!"

Emlyn looked at the beautifully handwritten note in his hand, and his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Isn't this robbery? Naked robbery!"

Opposite him, Forsi and Xio looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

"Calm down, Mr. Moon, your voice is a bit too loud." Forsi comforted him in a low voice.

"Fortunately, I have isolated the inside and outside of this private room, otherwise people outside will definitely hear your voice." Xio added seriously.

"But - a Sequence 4 Extraordinary characteristic costs 80,000 pounds -"

His entire net worth is less than 80,000! Even if I buy him, I can’t even make up this number! Emlyn's tone was still high and he couldn't calm down at all. Although everything related to Sequence 4 was indeed priceless, and the price was not outrageous without reference, he still immediately fell into despair. middle:

"I have heard about something before. Mr. A of the Aurora Society collects the incomplete formula of Sequence 4 and is willing to pay 10,000 pounds to the person who provides the true information. So I don't want extraordinary characteristics. I want the complete formula, okay? "

"this……"

Forsi looked at Emlyn in embarrassment, and pointed euphemistically at the text message written by Audrey on his hand: "Mr. Moon, that's all the answers. Apart from that, I don't know. .”

Emlyn had no choice but to read the letter in a scribble. Unfortunately, this "Justice" lady who could contact the extraordinary forces in the Southern Continent did not give the option of a formula. She regretfully said, "There is no formula, and there is no incomplete formula. Only sealed items can be sold. If you are in need, you can also pay 80,000 pounds to hire a strong man from this force to help you capture the Witch King Karaman alive."

At the same time, he noticed that he really didn't see it clearly just now. Extraordinary characteristics only cost 30,000 pounds, and 80,000 pounds was needed to capture Karaman alive.

But whether it is 30,000 or 80,000, it is the lowest price.

"...Miss Justice's energy is really amazing. Please help me convey my gratitude."

Emlyn was horrified to see it, almost feeling that it was a threat.

He suspected that if he couldn't afford the money, he would be captured alive by the next Extraordinary who could afford the full payment, as the letter said.

"OK."

Forsi tried to take a sip of the coffee from the coffee shop in the East District. He frowned frequently because of the cheap taste. He took a small sip and stopped touching it. Xio, on the other hand, didn't have any other expressions. He sat on the chair solemnly, looking more like he was here to participate in an interrogation than to drink tea.

"If you plan to accept the conditions, then I will reply to Miss Justice." Xio said without emotion.

"Maybe I need to trouble you two to help me make another trip."

Emlyn smiled awkwardly. In the eyes of the world, the Vampire Clan are all rich. Just like the Dragon Clan, they are synonymous with longevity and wealth. There are many adventure novels about defeating giant dragons to gain fame and treasure. The same goes for destroying the Vampire Clan's castle. Quite a bit, but what does the vampire's wealth have to do with Emlyn, a young vampire? Even if he sold all the dolls and collected clothes he had accumulated so far, he still couldn't raise a huge sum of 50,000 pounds!

Forsi showed an understanding smile and showed sympathy in her eyes. She very considerately took out a pen and paper from the small bag she carried:

"Please just write it down."

"Thank you." Emlyn expressed gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

He took the pen and paper and quickly wrote a word of thanks to Miss Justice, and then explained euphemistically and honestly that he would not be able to afford so much money for a while. Could he give himself some information about the "Witch King"? No matter how bad the intelligence is, I can go to the Southern Continent.

While writing this, Emlyn suddenly noticed something.

"Which extraordinary force in the Southern Continent is this?"

"There are only the Rose School, the Original Moon Believers, some Witch Sects, and the Church of Death in the Southern Continent. Which one of them did Miss Justice come into contact with? Well... I heard that Mr. Fool has an Angel of Death under his command. , is it the Church of Death?"

"Then if I go to the Southern Continent to seek help from Ms. Magician, should I go directly to the Balam Empire?"

Emlyn breathed a sigh of relief. Now a highland country has been re-established in the northern part of the Southern Continent. The survivors of the small countries that were originally destroyed have merged together and are completely ruled by the Rose School of Thought. Emlyn had some affection for Sharon and Maric, and would not mind rescuing them if possible, but obviously, he did not have the ability, and could only pray that they would not suffer too horrific torture.

…

Maric had just planted corn and beans. Suddenly his nose itched and he sneezed loudly, knocking off a leaf.

He rubbed his nose and straightened the crooked vines. Before he could relax, he suddenly heard a villager standing on the field ridge shouting:

"time to eat!"

"Dinner is ready! Those who come late won't get a share of the watermelon!"

“Big crispy and sweet watermelon!”

Maric immediately jumped up, turned around in the air and headed straight for the lunch tent set up in the distance. On the wooden table over there, red and green watermelons have been cut, exuding a temptation that no one can resist in the cool.

In a small town more than ten kilometers away, Sharon, who was instructing several children to write in a wooden house, pursed her lips and suppressed the sneeze.

She walked to the podium and wrote words on the simple blackboard: "Very good, let's learn the next word..."

…

"I didn't expect that the extraordinary characteristics of a demigod would cost more than 30,000 pounds. It's really scary."

After bidding farewell to Emlyn and leaving the East District with his reply, Forsi couldn't help but said to Xio: "Fortunately, I have a teacher. As long as the digestion is completed, the teacher will directly provide me with the potion, otherwise I wrote Those books will definitely not be enough to buy materials, and I will not be able to afford food."

"By the way, Xio, what are you going to do with your potions in the future? Are you still going to find the ingredients yourself?"

Xio's reaction was slow, and it took a few seconds before he answered: "...MI9 will also provide me with potions, and I can be promoted steadily."

"MI9 is ​​unlikely to allow you to be promoted to demigod. They will definitely leave this opportunity to internal personnel."

Xio still didn't react much: "Let's see then."

Forsi straightened her hair on her temples and walked slowly on the street with Xio. She turned her head inadvertently and unexpectedly saw two people in the alley who seemed to be plainclothes policemen escorting a man with a spirit on his body. After the glorious people left, Forsi couldn't help but feel: "The search for Extraordinary people is still very strict now. The Church of the God of Thunder treats wild Extraordinary people very cruelly... Some time ago, for some reason, there were many..." The lawyers' and 'arbitrators' got out of hand and got busted a lot. It's great you're okay, Hugh."

Xio's eyes were fixed on the landmark building "Clock of Order" in the distance, and he said "hmm" casually.

Forsi was used to her friend's dull reaction. There was still a long way to go back. She continued to talk:

"There seems to be some discussion within the Abraham family recently about whether to move to Intis and join the new god there - the former Hidden Sage, now the God of Mystery. After all, Abraham also developed in Intis two hundred years ago. Pass."

"Hey, Teacher Dorian seems to be unwilling to go because of me, but I still hope that he can be with the rest of the family..."

"Hidden Sage..."

"The God of Mysteries...the Demon of Knowledge..."

Xio whispered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

752

The sun hangs in the sky.

Klein allowed his body to be controlled by Amon and moved forward, his eyes gradually becoming darker.

Although when he saw the map, he felt that he might not be able to return "home", but later he truly confirmed this from the true Creator and discovered that this world was his hometown, he still felt that his hope was completely shattered. The feeling of dawn being swallowed up by darkness.

"But I still know it after all, otherwise I might just go crazy like before."

"Being crazy in front of Amon is a complete failure."

"Actually, the use of 'The Fool who does not belong to this era' as the honorific name may be the inspiration given by spiritual intuition... In the deepest part of my heart, I may have had a little awareness... By the way, I remember it was when I was sleeping." After traveling through time, why am I hanging in the cocoon wearing a T-shirt and casual pants?" Klein frowned slightly, eager to enter the ancient fog to find the answer.

But he still couldn't control his body. He could only activate his spirituality and do simple dream divination. While doing the divination, he tried hard to recall every detail of that night.

Finally, Klein found the corresponding historical fragment:

Zhou Mingrui, who was wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, arranged a "Transportation Ceremony" before dinner, walked four steps backwards, and recited mantras such as "Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord".

In Klein's memory, nothing happened at that time, but the scenes in the historical clips were not like that!

After Zhou Mingrui walked four steps and completed the ceremony, his entire face turned pale and his eyes were dull.

Next, he ate, read, watched TV shows, and played with his mobile phone with slightly stagnant movements, as if he was completing the scheduled procedures.

Finally, Zhou Mingrui came to the sink, looked at himself with dull eyes in the mirror, brushed his teeth and washed his face numbly, and went to bed.

During this process, he never changed the T-shirt and casual pants he wore when going out. He just covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes.

Not long after, strong light and violent shaking ended the corresponding historical segment.

Klein opened his eyes. After ending his half-asleep state, he rubbed his forehead and smiled to himself:

"It turns out that nothing changed after the transfer ceremony. Everything was normal. It was just my own perception. In fact, I myself had undergone changes..."

In the past, Klein would definitely have felt horrified and frightened by the truth of this matter, but for so long, he has suffered too many frights, and his world view has almost collapsed. This kind of "little thing" can no longer frighten him. Produce too strong ripples.

"If the prophecy of the stars returning to their alignment is true and corresponds to the original Creator, then it has been sleeping in the center of the earth for an era older than ancient times."

"The person who was initially waiting to wake up and destroy the world was also continuing to influence reality to a small extent and making arrangements such as teaching rituals. Isn't this a bit contradictory?"

"That prophecy must have been made by the affected humans..."

Klein's mind was racing with thoughts, but these thoughts were not hidden from Amon. He was trapped in a problem that he could not solve for the time being.

Soon, he remembered a sentence and something.

That sentence is:

“Whatever is separated will be gathered together, and whatever is brought together will be separated.”

Those things are:

The ancient sun god, the father of Amon and Adam, deliberately separated his negative personality;

Extraordinaries who are close to the underground or encounter certain pollution will gradually produce a brand new self in their bodies;

After going to the moon, Emperor Russell's character unconsciously shifted to a certain extent;

Many of the twenty-two extraordinary paths are contradictory to each other, just like "Witch" and "Hunter".

"Perhaps the original Creator himself was a collection of contradictions that could only be alleviated by sleeping..." Klein had a certain guess, but there was no way to confirm it.

He was not even sure whether the person in the prophecy of his "last life" who would awaken when the stars returned to their alignment was originally the Creator who split into all things in the myths and legends of the current era.

This requires more clues and more evidence to confirm, and we cannot rely solely on our own speculation and imagination.

"I'm not a 'dreamer.'" Klein complained to himself and cast his gaze upwards. There were no clouds in the sky, only a sun with a hazy golden halo, like a surveillance camera. "There are still things that need to be confirmed. There are many, many, many, many more, such as whether the so-called 'Chernobyl' is a shelter transformed by humans before and after the 'prime' awakened, such as whether the characteristics of the twenty-two extraordinary paths really all originate from the 'prime', For example, the position of the stars, is it normal or abnormal now, will the stars return to their correct positions again when the end of the world comes in 1368, the origin of the first 'Desecrated Slate', and what is on the moon..."

Thinking of this, Klein's tapping fingers suddenly paused and whispered:

"For example, does the legendary Western Continent, the hometown of elves, still exist? Why no one can go there..."

Two figures walked silently in the land abandoned by the gods. Their overall movement speed was very slow, like a stop-motion animation.

"Don't you want to go to Silver City?"

Amon once again stole strong resistance from Klein's mind. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked in a funny way.

"I don't want to go with you." Klein said bluntly, "But if I don't go, you will threaten me with the people of Moon City, but I don't think you will let them go if I listen to you. .”

"Yes, the true body will not let go of believers who betray the Creator." Amon smiled, "Of course we will not either."

"The thought of you and your body makes me sick again." Klein said calmly as he walked around. "Even though he has not given them any favors and is still the source of their suffering, he still talks arrogantly about those who converted in order to survive. People deserve it.”

"They are the descendants of my father's believers, and they once believed in me. That is my thing, and of course I can control it."

"Life is never something to be owned."

Klein corrected Amon seriously, and then he remembered the issue of faith exchange between Moon City and Silver City, and suddenly became a little irritated.

Amon watched Klein fall into self-contradiction with some amusement, and he asked generously:

"Then what are you going to do?"

Klein thought for a moment and took out a historical projection cross from his arms.

"I was wondering if I should just die with you."

"This way we can at least save Silver City and Moon City, which is better than all of them and me dying, isn't it?"

TBC

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Good night!