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

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The "deception instructor" who only had Sequence 3 looked at the monocle in his hand with regret, touched it for a long time, and then put it back in his pocket.

Amon lost his identity, and also lost the symbol of uniqueness and sequence one.

The original skill of "putting on a monocle" that can directly make the body and the surrounding Amon feel something not only no longer exists, but also directly puts them in danger. In this case, the Amons were also forced to learn to protect themselves wisely.

But without the monocle, Amon is just an inconspicuous foreigner. He tightened the dark scarf around his neck, looked back at the hotels where the giants gathered, then turned and walked towards the opposite place.

"I have no interest in the faith of 'The Fool'... But now that his followers have appeared here, I should consider whether to change places. The aggregation ability between non-adjacent paths is not that strong, so hiding is still possible. Hiding for a while.”

The "Deception Tutor" was thinking as he sat down in a restaurant on another street. Instead of drinking, he ordered a cup of hot coffee, some fried pancakes full of Fusac's characteristics, a grilled sausage, and... Pie with some meat - this shop is not too small and is one of the best restaurants in the town, but it still can't serve any green. He looked at the other people in the tavern. Their breakfast was still shocking spirits paired with pancakes or bread, and they ate generously, making Amon the most polite one among them.

"Why on earth did the main body abandon the Source Castle..."

"Even if He does nothing and stays on Origin Castle, it won't make Klein Moretti become the 'Fool'."

He has thought about these questions many times, and he believes that other clones are probably confused about this too.

He cut the butter with a knife, and the pieces of butter that had been frozen into wooden boards by the subzero temperature made a crisp sound, and some crumbs fell off.

Seeing this, Amon stole a little heat from the fireplace. This heat attached to the blade of the knife and easily softened and cut the butter slices. He spread butter on the pancake, cut off a piece of sausage, and popped it into his mouth.

The food tasted pretty good, but Amon's mind was not on it at all.

——As a group, the Amons have a unified "factory setting", that is, the main body's preferences, but they also have different preferences depending on the individual's occupation. For example, a bartender will definitely be better at drinking, and a postman will definitely ride a bicycle faster. But despite this, there is no such thing as "because he is a bartender, so he likes drinking".

The main body is connected with each of their clones and shares the feeling of being alive. Therefore, the Amons can live without any purpose and choose "death" in pursuit of excitement. But he always remembered the day when the existence of the original body suddenly disappeared.

Snapped. As if something was broken, he suddenly realized that he no longer had his body.

Moreover, there are no angel-level clones in the area where he moves, and he becomes a free individual.

After gaining "freedom", he instantly realized that Amon's clone without his true body was likely to face revenge from his former opponents, so he immediately chose to take off his monocle - he didn't have enough. Power, he didn’t want to be seen by himself or the old enemies of the original body because of the characteristic of the monocle - the survivors of the thieves family in the "Hermits of Destiny" who hated them with itch, and Pales... Zoroaster, it won't be long before they find out that the main body is dead!

After taking it off, he suddenly understood.

This is because he doesn't want to die.

He began to fear death.

…

The half-giant returned to the place where they lived. After entering the house, he took off his thick coat.

"Badr, are you going to preach again?" a member of the Moon City trade team asked with a smile.

He also held a large bag of pancakes and sausages of various flavors in his hand. When Badr approached, he handed over all the large bags: "I knew you must be on a missionary trip and brought you breakfast."

"Thank you." Badr thanked his friend, and then said to the hotel owner, "Please give me a pot of hot milk."

The boss didn't dare to look at the faces of Yuecheng members, but he had been nervously paying attention to the big man's movements since just now. Hearing this, he nodded hurriedly: "Okay, just like yesterday?"

"Yes, just the same amount as yesterday. Do you have any syrup?"

"Yes, yes, but maple syrup is very expensive in this season, and our store doesn't have a lot of stock..."

Badr thought for a while: "Oh, no need, we'll wait in the restaurant."

The boss breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left the counter: "Okay."

Yesterday, when this group of ten giants wanted to stay in his hotel, he was quite resistant.

Although height can often be directly linked to status in the Fusac Empire, the boss always feels that they are not like nobles. Any one of them can kill himself by just flicking his arm, and it seems that other guests will be scared away, which may be Seriously affect your own business.

In the end, he agreed because there were so few tourists in winter and there were not many people staying in the entire hotel. He really needed to make some money to at least cover the daily gas bill. What's more, these half-giants are much taller than the Fusac people. They have to live in a double room with two beds pushed together to sleep soundly. Ten people and the small amount of luggage they carry suddenly occupy the entire third floor of the hotel.

Arrange them in a room far away from other passengers. Even if other people really have objections, they probably won't dare to say anything after seeing the height of these people.

After they moved in, the boss thought happily: This group of people has a strong deterrent effect, so that the thugs on the street and unemployed people will not dare to have the idea of ​​​​restaurant.

The only problem is that someone in the group will go out once in a while and preach the Fool's beliefs.

This is the most terrible thing. The Feysac Empire does not recognize any belief in gods other than the God of War. Even if the Feneborters, a century-old ally, enter, they need to obtain diplomatic permission to "believe in the earth while staying in the Feysac Empire." Mother Goddess,” or a temporary conversion.

In such a strong authoritarian religious atmosphere, even if this is just an ordinary town, there is still a church and an attached tribunal!

But the boss was surprised to find that the local Inquisition and chapel did not respond.

He even accidentally saw a priest from the church appearing in a nearby tavern. The priest took off his priest's robe and drank while silently looking at the group of half-giants who were discussing their beliefs - the boss was threatening them. I was trembling all over, and while I was chanting the name of the God of War and praying to admit my mistake, I suddenly realized that this priest who was also a "giant" was actually shorter than the shortest person in the team.

The boss was a little scared and uneasy, and of course he didn't dare to ask the priest.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the rumors that he didn't know where they came from. It was rumored that those "descendants of ancient giants" had arrived in Fusac's land. They were noble tribes favored by gods and were the true descendants of this country. …

He didn't dare to think too much and hurried to the kitchen to prepare a large pot of hot milk that the guest wanted.

Crunch, crunch. On the other side, Badr had already brought breakfast upstairs. When he arrived at the door of the room, he said to his friend Bonn from Moon City:

“The city also doesn’t have the ‘heaters’ we use.”

"...There is no electricity, and the lighting here is worse than in our City of Miracles. We are specifically told to reduce the use of open flames as much as possible. But the sausages here are really delicious, and I want to take some back to give to my wife and Let the kids try it too.”

While he was talking, he picked up a piece of pancake, rolled the whole sausage into it, and bit off one third of the sausage burrito in one bite.

Bonn looked relatively normal, except that his eyes looked awkward up and down. He was a Yuecheng native who had not too serious deformities and had the courage to communicate with outsiders. He nodded after hearing this:

"I think so too!"

"How on earth did they come up with all these weird cooking techniques? The spices wrapped in the sausage, the spicy flavor."

Badr nodded seriously and finished the burrito in his hand in two bites. After chewing and savoring it for a while, he made another burrito and held it in his hand: "By the way, His Majesty the Divine Envoy asked us to pay more attention to other things." Are you looking for ways to make money, do you have any ideas? I am relatively slow, and I only found that they are basically untrained and have no extraordinary abilities. Only people in the church are extraordinary."

"I discovered something else."

Bonn looked around and lowered his voice:

"In addition to not being able to use electricity and the gas heating effect is not as good as the heating given by The Fool, I also found that they have no vegetables, no fruits, and no sugar to eat in the winter."

"The captain went out to inquire about it. It turns out that in winter, it is normal to not be able to eat vegetables and fruits. Even if they are available, they are cultivated in greenhouses. They are very expensive and only those nobles can afford them."

Nobility is a very special concept in the minds of people in the Eastern Continent, and it took a while for them to get used to currency. Having lived in a world of distribution based on demand and public ownership for generations, it is difficult for them to explain it with their own experience and concepts.

Badr understood after listening for a while:

"You mean that we can do business with outsiders and sell our food to them to make money? But...but His Highness the God Envoy said that our mushrooms, meat and apples may be difficult for outsiders to do you accept?"

The main sources of meat in the Eastern Continent are various meat mushrooms, and moss pork.

The main sources of vegetables in the Eastern Continent are various mushrooms, moss pork and apple chicken.

It's incredible that even though there are only a few main crops, Frank still achieves a balanced nutrition, including meat and vegetables. Protein and vitamins are not left out, and all-round development is achieved.

After the angel in the church saw the food, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Maybe? If it is cooked, there shouldn't be any problem." Bonn is not sure whether the outside world can accept their specialty, "...I heard that His Highness St. Frank has started to develop cane sugar. Maybe we You can also buy some.”

"Sweet mushrooms?"

"Maybe so."

"That's great." Bader was very interested. "I'm very interested in cooking. If I can study outside for a long time, I really hope to open a small restaurant in Baiyin City in the future so that everyone can taste the delicious food. "

Bonn nodded, and then suddenly thought of something:

"By the way, I have to say a prayer first. Mr. Fool has sent down an oracle, and all Moon City people can make a wish to him, hoping that there will be no more deformities. But many people are going out, so the high priest asked We pray together at a fixed time, at nine o'clock."

"Really! You will become a handsome man soon. Congratulations, my friend!"

Regarding the matter of praying to Mr. Fool, Badr raised his hands and feet in agreement and had no intention of urging Bonn at all.

He himself prays for more than a minute every morning when he wakes up and before going to sleep at night, thanking Mr. Fool for bringing pure sunshine, delicious food and a life without depression and despair.

At this time, Bonn had found a chair to sit down and prayed devoutly to Mr. Fool:

"The great master who controls the spiritual world is not a 'fool' of this era. I long for your protection and your wish to get rid of my deformity..."

Such words echoed simultaneously in this small town and throughout the entire City of Miracles.

In Crescent City, Xin, Ruth and others, who had very low self-esteem, vaguely guessed that Mr. Fool planned to fulfill their wishes. When praying, their bodies trembled slightly and were uncontrollable.

They want to be like normal people too much.

At the moment when different wishes were made, the invisible power spread rapidly like ripples on the water and fell on the people of Yuecheng.

Xin suddenly felt something and suddenly raised his hand and touched the center of his face.

The next second, she touched her real nose.

Almost instinctively, Xin rubbed that spot several times from top to bottom, and then he dared to believe that he had grown a nose and was no longer deformed.

She closed her eyes for a moment, bent her back, put her forehead to the ground, and couldn't help praising Mr. Fool.

Around her, there were more and more similar compliments, getting louder and more organized.

Ruth's crowded eyes separated, and Bonn's eyes became symmetrical. Every deformed person and genetically ugly person from Moon City and Silver City broke through the original limitations at this moment, and went to Change the direction of normal people.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a long bell ringing at the same time:

"when!"

Bonn subconsciously raised his head and turned his gaze to the place where the bell sounded, and found that the familiar bell was an unknown distance away from this place.

"Your milk..."

At this moment, the boss holding a big pot walked up cautiously, and at first sight he saw Bonn standing in the aisle praying. When their eyes met, he was suddenly stunned.

Who is this young man with good features and even good looks in front of me?

The boss even forgot to say anything. He looked at the young man up and down three times before confirming through his clothes that he was the only man in the ten-person team with an ugly deformity and two severely misaligned eyes!

"Thank you, I'll get it for you."

Just when he was stunned, Bonn had already laughed, reached out and took away the big pot. Seeing the other person staring at your face, and then thinking about the way during this period of time when everyone saw your face, they either avoided it in fear, lowered their heads and did not dare to look again, or peeked while whispering, Bonn His mood had never been so good, it even made him want to laugh or cry.

"Do you care about my face?"

He touched his forehead and his eyes, which had finally returned to their normal position, and raised the corners of his mouth as if wiping away tears:

"Praise the 'Fool'!"

"It was He who fulfilled my wish, He who heard my prayers, and He who cured my deformity for more than 20 years..."

As he said this, the big man actually shed tears and burst into tears in front of strangers.

TBC

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In the Church of the Fool, Zaratul listened to the aftertaste of the bells, hummed with satisfaction, and combed his gray beard in a good mood.