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

909

"Someone set a fire? At this time? Where did this idiot come from? Isn't this giving the other party a bargaining chip in vain?"

Hvin Rambis saw the firelight from the window sill. He frowned in confusion, and it took a while before he slowly relaxed. He complained a few words in his mind about this guy who couldn't control his temper and started thinking about how to take advantage of this matter.

It's only ten o'clock in the evening and the dinner is about to end.

For the nobles and wealthy, the evening entertainment had not long begun. But the streets are already very quiet. Civilians are either already scrambling to sleep after a hard day's work, or they are still working under the street lights. Homeless homeless people are walking around on the streets, seizing the time that the police are not looking for. Take a nap in a park or in a sheltered corner.

When tongues of flames licked the wall on the third floor of Harvest Church, burning the brand-new wooden window frames black, leaving dazzling black marks on the white walls that had just been painted, the surrounding neighbors gradually turned on their lights, and many of them People opened their windows, walked onto the streets, and stared at the burning church with their mouths open. Strangely, they all seemed to just watch and no one tried to put out the fire.

Hvin Rambis began to feel that something was wrong. Even the Backlund people should have believers living near the Harvest Church. It was impossible for them all to just watch quietly, right?

He thought for a while, and his brows gradually knitted together again.

He felt that something was wrong with the mood of these people, but he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while - they all looked at it with schadenfreude, and even the church, which could easily summon rain to put out the fire, pretended not to see it. Isn't this what he thought? Want it?

Hvin Rambis turned around with some doubts, and decided not to look at the strange scene in front of him.

What he didn't see was that the flames were burning, ever expanding, burning those who stood around like sculptures into actual sculptures.

After nearly half an hour of cold wind blowing outside, he returned to the warm ballroom and found that people were still discussing and the dance music had been played to the last song, but it had not ended yet. He thought it was because the host was watching the heated discussion, so he extended the banquet time. However, after listening for a while, he found that when the music reached the last movement, it strangely returned to the first movement, and the cycle continued.

He began to feel that something was wrong. He looked up at the clock on the wall and found that the time was still ten o'clock.

Hvin Rambis's pupils dilated slightly, and then suddenly stood up in a straight line, shining with a golden color that made people afraid to look directly. He stood in the corner and scanned everyone in the ballroom, trying to find out The guy who is doing things in secret.

Emotionally unstable and extreme, could it be that the little audience member just now is also here backstage?

Is Fenebaud's "Rage" coming? Is she manipulating all of this secretly, without even me noticing?

Just when he was extremely vigilant, suddenly, the sound of quarreling broke out in the ballroom. A middle-aged man seemed to have a quarrel with another man, arguing and pushing each other. The people next to him didn't stop him and continued their activities as if they didn't see him. Once Hvin Rambis noticed something was wrong, he was just about to intervene in everyone's spiritual island to see what was going on, when suddenly there was a gunshot in his ear.

"boom"!

The gunshot made his pupils shrink suddenly, and a quarter of the noisy middle-aged man's head disappeared. Red blood and white brains splashed on everyone within a two-meter radius of him. The body wrapped in clothes hit the ground heavily.

The indoor dance hall was also quiet for a moment because of the gunshot. For a moment, it was eerily quiet. Countless pairs of eyes looked at the man who shot the gun, and then looked at the middle-aged man who fell on the ground, remaining motionless with him. , on a body as bloated as a sack of potatoes.

"Everyone calm down!"

"Calm down!" Is this a spiritual plague? Hwen was already a little unsure.

Hvin Rambis suddenly felt frightened at this moment, because he found that he could not understand the eyes of those people!

No one was frightened, no one was panicking, and no one said a single word for the baron who fell on the ground. Everyone changed their eyes and expressions at this moment, looking at the people around them with a strange look - this look was just like that. Like the second before the murderer shoots.

…

The Harvest Church was on fire, as bright as a burning torch in the darkness.

Audrey stood by the carriage, her eyes reflecting the soaring firelight. She was dazed for a moment, and then she heard footsteps.

The footsteps of an acquaintance.

Audrey turned around and looked, her sight passing through the high wall blocking her face. She accurately and efficiently found her target nearly a hundred meters away through the hearing and vision of the mythical creature. Her virtual personality clone sank lightly into the subconscious ocean and entered the other person's spiritual island. The flash of familiar memory images allowed her to immediately determine the other person's identity.

"It's true, it's Xio."

As soon as she entered the other person's mind, she immediately saw a person standing in front of him - a person with a weird golden mask. Audrey quickly looked at Xio's mind and found that there was defensiveness and uneasiness in it. There is also fear and respect for the other party.

"The middle sequence, not a demigod, should be the top line of MI9 that Xio knows... Respect? Why is there respect? Is this person a special person who has some other interpersonal relationship with Xio?"

Questions emerged like bubbles, and Audrey stayed quietly on the island of the other person's mind, eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Why don't you participate?" The man wearing the golden mask said in a very bad tone.

This tone was very dangerous, and it gave Audrey a sense of crisis that "if we can't reach an agreement, we might do something on the spot." However, she looked at Xio's mind island and found that Xio was not nervous because of the other person's tone. A mood of caution.

Hugh trusted this man very much.

"What you want to do is too dangerous!" Xio lowered his voice and said, "Don't come to me again. I have decided to terminate the contract with MI9. I know what you think, but this is really too dangerous. And it’s almost impossible to succeed.”

"This is no reason for you to escape in the face of battle!"

I have never been on the same page with you! Audrey heard Xio's heart.

Seeing that harsh words were no longer enough, the man wearing the golden mask immediately changed his tone and became much more pleasant: "Come with me, today is the time to take action... You have clearly sworn with me before. To be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, why are you unwilling to go when the opportunity to be loyal is right in front of you? That is the place where He sleeps, and we are just going to worship Him. As long as He wakes up, Backlund can be saved."

"No." Xio shook his head vigorously, "I have made up my mind not to participate in your actions. Please don't come to me again."

Probably knowing the danger after saying these words, Xio was not stupid enough to turn around and leave. Instead, he stared straight at the other person, prepared all the defensive measures, and just stepped back step by step.

The next moment, there was a sudden explosion in Xio's ears, and with it came the flames coming towards his face.

"Then you don't have to leave."

910

Traynor was lying on the sofa, holding a piece of letter paper in both hands, turning it over and over and reading it several times, and finally asked another person in the room:

"Let me briefly summarize. He asked us to go on a business trip to Fusac in the near future. It was said to be a publicly funded trip. It would not pass through Saint-Milon, but it would follow a popular winter tourist route. It would also allow us to enjoy strong drinks and talk about life with exotic beauties. ,Do you believe?"

"I don't believe it." Tang En stroked the stubble on his chin, "We have never traveled at public expense before!"

"What are you focusing on?" Raymond interjected, "It seems that His Highness the Red Angel has something to do with us."

Traynor put down the letter and thought deeply:

"I think Tang En is right, leader. We have never traveled at public expense before. Red Angel must be lying when he calls us out."

"That's not a small opinion. I thought you would lie about your budget for yourself and your subordinates, stay in the best hotels and first-class cabins on cruise ships, buy a piece of clothing for 20 gold louis, get an annual pass at the Red Theater, and also make false accounts and excessive The reimbursement process is regarded as a public trip."

"Also, don't learn any new words from the Mystical Church next door. We only have one leader, His Highness the Red Angel."

Raymond was angry, and the two people on the other side pretended not to hear.

"I think it's an act, and racking your brains to steal budgets and reimbursements is certainly part of being a conspirator."

"That's right, why doesn't it count? After all, a task is a task. We don't always encourage young people to compete with finances."

“It’s their ability to grab budgets and reimbursements.”

Raymond was speechless: "Stop saying these meaningless words. No matter what He calls us out to do, it must be time for us to work. During this time, I think hunters can transfer to the Sheriff, or find new ways to fish." People."

"Is Sequence 0 of this path called Air Force Commander?"

Traynor answered quickly and glanced at Tang En, who was oiling one of his high-end fishing rods.

"Who are you calling the Air Force Commander? I just caught a ten-pound fish yesterday. The picture has a spiritual link. You can't miss it, right?"

"Oh, it's so big. Can you recommend me a store where you can buy it? I'm tired of eating foie gras, steak, and baked snails recently and want to change to something else."

Tang En quickly raised his head and glanced at Raymond, then lowered his head again and said without changing his expression: "If you want to buy fish, you have to ask the boss. The fish the boss got is bigger than me. I’m also very greedy when I look at it.”

Raymond almost reflexively refuted that his fish were hand-caught and not bought from the store. Moreover, ordinary fishermen are no longer allowed to enter the water on some coastal areas of Intis, and most of the rivers in Trier have become prohibited. fishing area.

But he realized in the next second that he had also been involved in the meaningless bickering. Raymond laughed angrily at the two subordinates who had been corrupted by the indefinite leave. Fortunately, he had already dealt with hunters. Experience.

Seeing one staring at the ceiling in a daze and the other concentrating on wiping the fishing rod in his hand, two subordinates who had their own thoughts but refused to talk about business, he cleared his throat:

"Anyway, this is His Highness the Red Angel summoning us."

“His commandments shall not be disobeyed.”

"Also, don't forget what our responsibilities are, and don't forget our sequence, from low to high. Do you think your hands are only used to hold fishing rods and forks?"

Facing their boss who had become serious, Traynor and Tang En looked at each other. One reluctantly stood up and sat upright on the sofa, and the other put down the fishing rod and leather rag in his hand. His attitude seemed to be worse than before. A lot more serious.

“His will cannot be violated, and neither can your commandments.”

Tang En chuckled: "Hey, in fact, I already felt like a bird had appeared on my hands. I have something to do, and it doesn't matter if I don't catch the fish!"

Trainor tidied up his hair that was messed up from sleeping on the sofa, and reached out to grab the potato chips on the table. He retracted his hand under Raymond's scrutinizing gaze, and he rubbed his hands without any guilt. , began to analyze the meaningless text message just now:

"Let me speak first. I think His Highness the Red Angel must have encountered some difficulties in Saint Milon, so he asked us to avoid all routes related to Saint Milon. I think there should be more so-called popular tourist routes in the future. Hint...there are two possibilities, either He plans a route for us, or He hints that we enter from certain cities and it will become 'busy' along the way."

After saying that, Traynor reached out and grabbed the tomato-flavored potato chips on the table as fast as lightning, and the sound of crunching began to echo in the lounge.

Tang En looked left and right and coughed:

"I think so."

"Perhaps strong liquor and exotic beauties are the hints for His Highness the Red Angel. Perhaps we can start from cities rich in liquor and beauties."

"Well... it's not impossible." Traynor replied while eating, "But this kind of city has no clear official standards just like the 'most popular tourist city in Intis'. Some people think it is Trier. Some people think that they can see snow-capped mountains or city-states by the sea. Searching according to different standards may lead to completely different results. I think he just mentioned vague information casually."

"You are right, but since He asked us to go again later, we don't have to forcefully come up with the answer now."

Raymond looked at them with relief and said:

"Don't discuss what to eat for dinner in the mind link."

The two of them shared a bag of potato chips as if nothing had happened, and Traynor said casually:

"His Royal Highness the Red Angel seems to be still in Saint Milon, but I'm afraid he can't convey too much information, otherwise he won't have to give us secret signals."

"There are quite a few level 0 sealed objects in the Church of God of War, right? Taking one or two and using them at once can indeed cause a lot of trouble. Now that even transmitting information is so troublesome, it should be because seals with the ability to monitor and control are used. Things."

maybe. Traynor had no interest in traveling to Fusac. Of course, if a person was put in a handbag by his parents and mother at the age of nine and forced to watch the sunrise at four o'clock in the morning on a mountain ten kilometers away, "Twilight Palace", I didn't sleep or eat all night, and the only meal I had was still very unappetizing, heavy on oil and sugar, so naturally I wouldn't be interested in Fusac.

He looked at Raymond:

"Can I..."

"cannot."

"There's no need to take me with you if both of you go. If something happens, do you want to get a three-in-one together?" Traynor spread his hands and started telling his boss's hellish jokes, "I If you want to apply for a business trip to other places, you can also apply for the Southern Continent.”

Before Raymond could speak, at this moment, a cat's paw stretched out from Traynor's shadow and slapped a note up.

"Don't go to the Southern Continent"

"Uh." The handwriting on the note was quite familiar. Traynor couldn't pretend that he was temporarily blind. He hesitated and hesitated to speak, "Then other countries in the northern continent can also... Although it is a bit dangerous, but I don’t mind going to Loen.”

"Neither can Lun." This time a call came directly to his ear, "I'm busy."

"..."

Traynor leaned back tactically. He considered his words for a while and asked carefully: "What are you busy with? Thank you for paying attention to me and discussing the exclusive trip with my colleagues despite your busy schedule. What's going on in the Southern Continent?"

No one answered his words, but there were sounds in his ears, music, strange words, shouts, and gunshots.

TBC

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"Oh, another tip came in just now. There was a small chaos in Backlund an hour ago, and three blocks were involved." Raymond looked at Traynor, "Do you still insist on going on a business trip somewhere else? ?”

Traynor frowned: "Forget it."

"I'd better wait for the popular travel routes planned for us by His Highness the Red Angel."