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

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"new year?"

Emlyn turned back and looked at his assistant with a slight frown: "I understand your thoughts, but you also know that our vampire family does not actually have the custom of celebrating the New Year. I have never been to Feneport. I don't know what you will do. What to do at the New Year’s celebration.”

Finally, he thought for a moment and added a warning:

"It's harmless to celebrate in Feineport, but you have arrived in Loen now."

"In addition, we currently have a tense relationship with the Church of Thunder, and we are also being watched by that Raydar Valentine. Those guys are staring at you as if they were staring at the church's achievements... If you accidentally do something wrong, If someone violates the other party's taboo, someone will definitely take advantage of it and immediately post 'No Entry to Fenebote People and Animals' on the door of the store - I think they can do this kind of thing."

Last time, that damn Leidar had already put pressure on me to introduce an agreement on "restricted travel times for Fenneporters on some streets and areas", but luckily I tried my best to fool him... Emlyn's heart Still very unhappy.

After finishing the ramble, Archbishop White saw his assistant's eyes dimming, and his voice gradually became quieter.

...Do humans take the New Year very seriously? Well, maybe they really need some happy things to relieve their psychological depression. I can't afford so many psychiatrists to see the patients, and I can't guarantee that they really mean well...

After a few seconds, he pursed his lips and felt a little unbearable, then asked as if unintentionally: "Does the church have any plans for New Year activities?"

"not yet."

The assistant's eyes lit up again, and Emlyn looked away, feeling that the newcomer in the confessional was also eavesdropping.

Where have I ever done this kind of thing? In the past, few people came to the Harvest Church. Only immigrants from Feneport and short-term businessmen living in Becklandry would pray here. Utravsky was busy alone. Things in the church are troublesome, and they don’t even have funds, let alone New Year’s activities, Spring Festival, Mother Goddess’s birthday celebrations, etc… Emlyn muttered in his heart for a while, and then said:

"Let's wait for the documents from the church. After all, this year is special, and they should also care about this New Year."

"If the church approves, we will prepare according to the standard procedures. If the church does not say, if you really want to celebrate, I will send an application to the main church, and we will close the door of the church and celebrate by ourselves."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, smiled on his face, and saluted Emlyn.

He was about to say something when he suddenly caught a glimpse of an unpretentious carriage slowing down from the corner of his eye and stopping in front of the Harvest Church. Immediately afterwards, a blond girl wearing a black and white dress and a maid uniform pushed aside first. After getting out of the car, he carefully helped out a woman wearing an old-fashioned dark skirt with a wide brim and a hanging fine gauze mesh that almost completely covered her hair and face.

The two women got off the carriage about fifteen meters away from the main entrance of Harvest Church and walked slowly side by side.

Then, the carriage slowly left and went to a place on the street where it would not interfere with others to wait.

Seeing that a strange believer who seemed to be quite distinguished came to pray, the assistant immediately got into working mode, cleared his throat, straightened his expression and stood at the side of the church.

Emlyn looked at the other person twice, and then moved to the bench in the first row and sat down properly. He was a little confused as to why a human woman who smelled quite young was dressed as if she had just been widowed.

As Archbishop, Emlyn must put on airs, but not too outrageously. In order to develop believers, he also has to select those who are generous and devout in faith, and then give them some special preferential treatment.

After about two minutes, the two young ladies entered Harvest Church.

The assistant looked at the two of them calmly while making cleaning movements.

One of the ladies, who was wearing a dark dress and covering her appearance with a hat and fine gauze, couldn't help but start arranging her veil and headdress as soon as she entered the church. She seemed to be very dissatisfied with her appearance. With the help of the maid, the two struggled for a while, and the young lady finally revealed a round and delicate face and some golden hair.

She looked a little impatient and unhappy, but when she saw the Holy Earth Mother emblem on the wall in front of her, her mood calmed down obviously.

The sunlight passes through the specially designed skylight and just shines on the Holy Emblem of the Mother Goddess.

Harvest Church provides soothing herbal tea for free, so the smell of herbs and charcoal lingers all day long, and it smells warm.

Next, the blond lady broke away from the maid's support, walked quickly to the front risk box with her skirt in hand, and put five ten-pound banknotes into it.

A devout female believer with a cheerful personality and generous spending!

In contrast, her maid didn't speak loudly from beginning to end. She seemed to be quieter and reserved, and acted steadily.

The assistant's eyes immediately opened wider, suspecting that the other person was from Feneport, and he suddenly felt as if he was meeting his family. If Bishop Emlyn White hadn't made any move yet, he would have probably couldn't help but smile at this young lady, and even take the initiative to say hello!

Emlyn was indeed sitting motionless in the front row. When the young lady passed by him, his nose moved and he smelled the scent of unknown perfume on her body.

There was nothing strange about this, but he always felt that he did not smell the sweet scent of blood belonging to young women from her body.

But how could it be possible? Emlyn looked over again with doubt, his eyes were moving, his limbs were flexible, his expression was natural, the spirit body was inside his body, it didn't look like a marionette or a living corpse... Is it really not there? This is obviously a living person... Emlyn frowned and thought carefully, recalling, recalling, he seemed to smell some blood belonging to a young woman, it was too sweet to lie.

Well, she looked like a living person, so she must have made a mistake. Emlyn came to a conclusion.

It was noon now, and there was no one else in the church except a confessor, a priest and the archbishop. The assistant was just about to step forward to say a few words to the lady, when he suddenly saw the lady turn around suddenly and look directly at The Archbishop.

"Praise mother!"

The young lady made a standard gesture of holding a baby, which made the assistant think she was a fellow villager.

Emlyn had no choice but to stand up and return the favor:

"Praise mother, thank you, kind lady, your hair is as beautiful as the ripe ears of wheat in the fields during the harvest season."

Then, he looked at the strange lady and asked doubtfully: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Such compliments really made this young lady, whose appearance was in line with the aesthetics of the people from Feneport, happy. She arranged her hair again: "It's an honor to meet you, Archbishop Emlyn White. I just returned from Feineport." Nebot moved here, please forgive me, because of the prejudice of the elders in the family, I have to hide my face in front of the Mother Goddess and you."

"To make a long story short, I came here to tell you something..."

Having said this, the young lady looked around with vigilant eyes, lowered her voice and said to Emlyn:

"Archbishop, I heard that there seem to be a lot of big shots who want to find fault with you. Just like my elder, they don't like the Mother Goddess Church and want to catch you for your faults, or deliberately find fault with you. To cause trouble and do things that are not good for you.”

It turns out that this is what happened - Emlyn actually felt that he was not surprised, and even wanted to thank the other party for his concern.

It wasn't just the past two days that he felt that he was struggling in Backlundry. The vampires believed that he had been favored by other gods and kept a relatively polite distance from him. His parents didn't know whether they should continue to contact him. The people of Loen regarded him as a Feneborter, and the Feneborters wanted him to be completely one of their own. One or two of them kept chattering in his ears every day.

But everyone seems to have forgotten that Emlyn White is not actually a nationality. He is just a passing vampire who is very lucky - or unlucky - and happens to be favored by a god that he does not believe in.

It is already very difficult to maintain the peaceful status quo of this church. There are more and more complicated struggles that he does not understand and does not want to understand.

Similarly, Emlyn didn't want to hear people on both sides arguing with each other. If it wasn't for the believers, he wouldn't even want to take care of it.

Today, someone suddenly came to comfort him and realized his situation and dilemma. Although it was just a word of comfort and reminder, Emlyn's mood suddenly improved. Looking at the young lady's face and exquisite dress, he suddenly remembered that he had not been home for a long, long time, and had not seen the dolls he once loved so much.

"Thank you," he said from the bottom of his heart.

The lady seemed not to have finished speaking yet: "And..."

The maid who always lowered her head also came to her side at this time. Without speaking, she pursed her lips and gently pulled her sleeve.

Her words were stuck in her throat, showing shock and confusion.

She seemed to have swallowed some of the words back into her stomach, but then, anxiety and worry that could not be concealed appeared on her delicate face:

"...As far as I know, there seem to be many people in Backlund who are hostile to you and Fenebaud. I'm very sorry, I can't know their identities, but if you need any help, please Feel free to contact me.”

As she spoke, she seemed to be taking out the banknotes from the handbag she was carrying.

Emlyn quickly stopped the other party's behavior. A new believer, no matter how pious he is, cannot let the other party spend money so frequently!

"We have received your thoughts, but the donation is modest, and the Mother Goddess will also want to see you continue to be as beautiful as the blooming flower."

After finishing speaking, seeing that the other party seemed to want to say more, Emlyn spoke simply:

"If you are interested, you can come to the church anytime to listen to the sermon."

"By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet?"

She opened her mouth, but finally gave up her struggle, slowly put her bag back, and then performed a skirt-lifting ceremony.

"Susie, my name is Susie Conard."

…

"Audrey, why did you suddenly come to visit the archbishop today?"

Half an hour later, on the carriage returning, Susie asked the other party in a low voice.

"He is a friend I met at the Extraordinary gathering." Audrey replied, "Whether it's in terms of friendship or my own thoughts, I don't want to use him to achieve my goals."

"But you look very distressed, Audrey." Susie observed the other person's expression and said tentatively, "This choice makes you embarrassed."

Audrey sighed and admitted her dilemma.

How could it not be difficult? The Tarot Society holds a very high status in her heart, and the people she met there have a higher status in Audrey's heart than her friends in real life. Even if Emlyn White is a stranger, Audrey will think twice about taking advantage of his kindness and kindness to achieve her own goals. Unless the other person is a sanctimonious hypocrite, Audrey will never do this.

What's more, Emlyn is also a member of the Tarot Club, so Audrey doesn't want her to be in danger.

After all, demigods can be fragile...

Audrey slowly deleted Emlyn White and Harvest Church from her plans in her mind, and then began to think about how to promote social change. She looked out the window and saw people dressed as farmers appearing on the street one after another. They had either just finished their morning work, their shoes and fingers were still stained with mud, or they had just sold some of their food crops. With a few coins in hand they go to buy bread on the street, but soon, they are heading in the same direction.

These people all have only one destination, and that is the Harvest Church with the "best" archbishop.

The scene was beautiful, but Audrey saw more.

When she saw the farmer with a lot of dirt on his body walking onto the street, the people around him always made obvious avoidance movements, and several people even covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, as if the other person had a very unpleasant smell on his body. The smell; on the other side, although the bread seller in the shop did not show any dissatisfaction, after getting the other person's coins, he threw them into the sink and scrubbed them vigorously.

For the audience, the temptation of this scene is too great.

No, it's simply terrifying.

Such an obvious gap, such a fragile balance, every detail tempts the "audience" to gently reach out and push, tearing this seemingly peaceful social order to pieces on the spot, allowing everyone to pour out their desires to each other. Attack, insult each other.

——But why is it so obvious?

——Everyone knew that it would take at least several years of conflict to get to this point, but in fact it was achieved in just a few months.

——"Because there is more than one person behind the scenes," everyone thought.

——It is as obvious as a trap, tempting everyone to step in, lower their own bottom line, and gain satisfaction from destroying others.

No... really not, I can't... I can't take advantage of his kindness, just like I can't let these ordinary people die because of my thoughts. Audrey watched all this in silence.

Susie also looked at them, but Susie didn't feel much. The joys and sorrows of human beings were too far away from her. She read the struggle and embarrassment from Audrey's expression. She knew that Audrey had special sympathy for the civilians, so she took the initiative to say:

"Audrey, I'm going to a dance tomorrow. Let's start with the nobles and start destroying the balance between them."

Audrey neither agreed nor objected:

"I have considered this idea, but it is simply impossible to expect the nobles to invade each other and lead to the collapse of social order. If this is the case, I must try to borrow the power of the 'Emperor' to contact MI9, but that is too dangerous. , your life and mine are both in danger."

"What about the church? There are many members in the church."

"There is no use in hinting low-sequence extraordinary people. High-sequence extraordinary people in the church can detect something wrong with themselves through prayer and confession, and get rid of psychological hints in the church. The risk of doing so is too great, and there is almost no benefit." Audrey sighed. With a troubled tone and an expression on his face, he was thinking about how to start taking action, "No wonder so many dark eyes are staring at Mr. Emlyn White. He has no subordinates, is still inexperienced in becoming a demigod, and manages someone who has already become a demigod." The powder keg area is perfect for igniting the order."

"But you're not going to take advantage of him."

"Hmm." Audrey was about to speak when she caught a glimpse of a family of three passing by on the street. The mother was pushing a stroller, but she unbiasedly met her eyes with the baby holding a small toy in the stroller.

Audrey was startled, and then smiled at him, but the baby turned its head shamelessly and pretended to sleep.

What an interesting kid... Audrey didn't think much about it.

TBC

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"We'd better find another way." She said to Susie, "My mission requires disrupting social order, but under this general premise, I think my new boss also wants to examine whether I can always strengthen my will." idea."

"The idea of ​​not harming innocent people at all is really stupid. I will not deny the casualties or ignore my responsibilities. I will also try my best to suppress the intensity and try my best to save." Audrey thought for a while and gave a suggestion. "Just as you said, we will attack the nobles."

"It is very easy to cause conflicts between nobles, but it is difficult to break up."

"I might try to take the initiative to contact people from MI9, contact those extraordinary people who are said to have been brainwashed by the 'Emperor'..."

"Of course, it won't be me who makes contact. Didn't Hvin Rambis say that he has defected to the other party?"

"I have to pay attention to his movements. If I don't do it, others may not do it."

"Although they can no longer influence politics, there is a god behind them... At the same time, the Thunder Church now has a large number of extraordinary people who are good at divination. If I want to do something to the nobles, I will definitely not be able to escape those people. perception, so the church must be satisfied and just turn a blind eye...Huh, I am more willing to accept this challenge than to attack civilians."

"Susie, just think I'm crazy."

Susie nodded: "I believe you, then where do you want to start?"

"I need to think about this again." Audrey smiled, "It's not that simple to want the aristocracy to fight among themselves."