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

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"An unknown person who can know the news about the Patriarch?" Medici looked at the other party playfully, "Although the number of people I can use now is indeed limited, you should really write a logical resume and submit it to me next time."

Arnold answered calmly: "I made a mistake in the war with Loen. I was delayed, allowing people from the Church of the Night to recycle a copy of 9-4's extraordinary characteristics, and a large number of Loen people took their property from Cold Winter County successfully evacuated, but also lost a lot of military supplies. In the end, they only got a ruined city as a spoil of war. Later, because they lost the war and could not be promoted in military rank, and they did not compete for the position of regional bishop, they took the initiative to give up all wars. Merit, follow the predecessors of the temple to cultivate."

"This has nothing to do with my problem."

Medici said: "You can follow the people in the church to practice asceticism, and you can also know the behavior of the Patriarch. There is no doubt that you are a devout believer or even an ascetic monk - you just called him the Pope. This is These are not words for a traitor who is about to betray his country."

"I respect the Holy Father from the bottom of my heart, respect my predecessors and mentors, and also respect the God of War, who was my Lord."

"I was supposed to be a religious person."

Arnold said calmly: "But God died before me."

…

"Crazy! These people are crazy!"

Hvin Rambis crushed a head whose facial features could no longer be seen, and cursed with blood all over his body.

My ears finally became quiet, no more noisy screams, irritating curses and gunshots. As of just now, there is no one who can still speak or breathe in this banquet hall. There are food and jewelry, servants and nobles, tablecloths and gorgeous evening dresses lying on the floor, as well as some other things that are mixed together and cannot be distinguished.

Maybe some people escaped successfully, but he didn't care about the little people who escaped.

And those in this room, those who shouted in front of him, those who did not listen to his orders and requests, those who turned a blind eye to himself as a noble demigod, and those who even dared to provoke him under his own "dragon power"—— Hvin Rambis couldn't stand the contempt of the weak and felt extremely angry at any resistance and disregard. Whether he was a servant or a noble, an ordinary person or an extraordinary person, he should reflect on himself.

After doing all this, he was quiet for a while and began to regret that he had lost control of his emotions just now.

"I should keep a few people here... at least some of the devout nobles who have donated a lot of money to the Thunder Church, and a few earls and viscounts, so that we can continue to maintain the balance between the various factions in the country..."

He didn't say much, he just muttered a few words to himself and then calmed down, recalling what had just happened in his mind - when he smashed the Viscount who was obviously just an ordinary Viscount, he couldn't see the reality clearly and still made fun of himself. When he touched the mortal's chest, an addictive and twisted pleasure suddenly burst out in his heart.

However, the room was too dirty, the smell of blood hit his nostrils, and the dark red splashed on it like scribblings also brought a lot of visual stimulation. Hvin Rambis opened the window and felt the cool night breeze outside, feeling a little better.

He held the iron rod in his hand, scanned the messy room with his bloodshot eyes, and couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it! Now where am I going to find the management of another country..."

"Promote the children of these dead nobles?" He looked back and then turned his head away in disgust, "Forget it, let's talk about it later."

"Why doesn't the Church of Thunder take care of it?"

Isn’t He supposed to be all-knowing and unquestionable, absolute authority?

There were untimely red flames spreading in the night scene. Hvin Rambis didn't bother to care what went wrong. After blowing the night wind for a while, his mind gradually broke away from the extreme emotions just now, and then his eyebrows Tightly screwed together.

"wrong!"

His thinking just now seemed to be clouded by something, and only the most extreme, simple and crude emotions controlled his thinking ability, but now for some reason, he suddenly woke up and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"This may be a case of killing with a borrowed knife! There are already signs of dissatisfaction among the top leaders of the Thunder Church with the nobles. If the nobles die on a large scale all at once, then the church will have the opportunity to take back their land and all their property..."

"Eradicating the existence of nobles on a large scale is also a good opportunity to weaken the imperial power. Nobles must be canonized by the emperor, even if they use money and land to buy titles. Oh no, this is bad..."

It seemed that he had unintentionally broken the balance of the confrontation between two god-level beings!

No wonder they don’t care! No response after such a long time!

A cold sweat broke out on Hvin Rambis's back. He immediately entered a state of psychological invisibility without any hesitation, fearing that a large group of demigods from the Thunder Church would soon fly from the sky to arrest him. They didn't put out the fire or evacuate the crowd, they came here specifically to catch themselves after the business here was over, and by the way, they tearfully accepted all the property and land from the dead nobles.

How is this going……

He suddenly remembered something and turned around quickly, holding back his nausea and looking among the broken pieces and garbage on the ground.

After a simple search, Hwyn Rambis saw the upper body of Viscount Conard, but found that there were no body parts of the illegitimate daughter he brought to society, the little girl from Feneport and her maid. .

"They escaped early? How did they foresee that I was losing control?"

"Did 'Gluttony' attack me?"

"No, she's not here at all! Even if she has become Sequence Three, and a clone uses this kind of mental plague and hypnosis on me that makes people completely lose their mind, I can't possibly not notice it at all!"

"If it's not her, then who is doing it?"

Could it be the president? He can indeed help the Church of Thunder gain a foothold here, but there is no need for him to use me, and it is impossible for me to be tricked like this without realizing it... He should also want to leave Loen, and he will not let me, a loyal person, Demigod sold.

If it wasn't someone from his own side, nor someone from the Thunder Church, then this matter would be even more terrifying.

Hvin Rambis did not believe that such a big movement was just to torture and kill some nobles, and secretly made wedding clothes for the Thunder Church. If it was really a third party who did this, it would only prove that there is a bigger thing hidden. After this incident.

But what exactly would happen, he had no idea.

People who hunt birds all day long are finally pecked in the eye by birds. People who are addicted to manipulating other people's minds and behaviors also unknowingly become other people's knives. Hvin Rambis anxiously pondered the question of whether to escape or not, and stood still in front of the window, as if he had become a sculpture. But no matter what, no matter what the truth is, he must take the blame for what happened this time. After all, it was indeed his fault.

After a moment of silence, Hvin Rambis laughed, and the doors and windows of the mansion automatically closed tightly, locking the smell of blood firmly inside.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the remaining forks and knives on the table, threw them away, and let these not-so-sharp tableware cut through the gas pipes hidden in every corner of the hall.

Suddenly, the wall lamp began to dim, the brightness in the entire hall suddenly dropped, and the strong smell of gas filled the place instantly, competing with the smell of blood.

Hvin Rambis placed a special candle and left quietly.

A few minutes later, he stood far away on another street and looked at his watch suspiciously, wondering if he had set the wrong time just now.

Just when he was debating whether to go back or not, a shocking fire suddenly erupted from the location of the luxurious mansion. The unprecedented loud sound was like thunder, and the continuous explosions made the earth tremble several times. In the surrounding neighborhoods, lights came on one after another.

Hvin Rambis breathed a sigh of relief and continued to use psychological invisibility to evacuate.

He always felt that the huge explosion just now seemed to overlap with other sounds, but he didn't think much and left in a hurry.

"Does killing so many Loen nobles count as helping Intis? If I pray for help, will those angels and big shots respond to me..." He thought with the last trace of luck.

…

"Are you going to seek revenge?" Medici asked the passers-by to pour him a glass of water, and also poured a glass for Arnold. The atmosphere of the conversation gradually became more like an interview scene, "I can tell you to kill you." Who was the Lord? The question is free."

Arnold shook his head: "I don't need to know those things. I just need to know that God is dead. Let His Holiness worry about the rest."

"You should know that if you betray your country and your beliefs, you may swing a knife at your relatives, teachers, and all respected people in the future. Can you do this?"

"I have no family."

Medici nodded slightly: "You already have the qualifications and face to join us. So, you are an orphan specially selected and trained by the church. You are not over sixty years old, right? Being able to become a demigod is indeed worth it. I'll give you an offer."

"You're flattered." Arnold showed a rare smile and said simply, "I grew up in an institution affiliated with the church, and I have been constantly screening and training since I can remember. This institution is affiliated with the Inquisition, and what we practice is Last place elimination system.”

"We pray three times a day to thank the God of War for giving us the chance to live."

"You have to say it three times a day?"

"Yes."

"It's really stricter than in the Third Age. Talking too much will only have a hypnotic effect." Medici clicked his tongue, "It's okay to mention things like this once in a while. We only talk about it once a week. , other times just remember it yourself.”

"The results are assessed and evaluated every week. We don't know where the last one eliminated went. The teachers said that they were judged to have no talent, were sent to other people's homes for adoption, or went to other places. They should be trained in the right direction, or simply 'let go', and we won't see them anyway. These results don't sound bad, but we still train hard and don't dare to be the last one."

Medici took a sip of tea and missed Fusac's breakfast pre-dinner wine:

"So, you should be the better one among them."

"Only those in the top fifty have the opportunity to receive treatment after injury. I can only barely stay in this ranking." When Arnold talked about these horrific memories, he actually had a happy and nostalgic smile on his face, "School It’s really strict, even though we are all children of the same age and in the same Sequence Nine, the teachers insist on selecting the best among us.”

"Those who come out on top will be sent to the seminary to study like ordinary students and then return to the Inquisition."

It’s a weird promotion method, but it fits the single-belief atmosphere here.

Medici drank up the tea and asked someone passing by to serve him another pot of tea.

"Later the last place became the last five, and just like that, everyone racked their brains every day to survive and abused their bodies in order to become stronger. The teachers would only encourage us and tell us, 'What the God of War needs is We are such resolute and brave warriors'. It is children like us who are loved by the God of War. We are not abandoned children, but we were chosen by God because we were abandoned, so we should naturally spend our lives to repay Him - we are Special and loved, which makes each of us extremely proud.”

"I love Him, believe in Him, and am grateful to Him, so I haven't learned anything other than loyalty, killing, and fighting."

"He taught me that people must have value in order to be valued. He taught me that our life is a gift from God and has a clear price tag."

"He taught me that I need to use strength to get a place where I can sleep peacefully. He taught me that my life belongs to Him from the beginning. I want to wield my sword and fight for Him, so He is my Lord. ... But now that He is dead, this transaction no longer exists.”

"I know nothing but these skills. Since He can no longer lead me to fight, my faith in Him has collapsed."

"If you can let me continue to fight, then you are my master."

…

Seeing Xio's figure engulfed in the fire, the man wearing the golden mask sighed.

"What a shame, I thought you would be qualified to clean up your father's stupidity."

"The more powerful and wise His Majesty the Emperor appears, the more it proves that your father, Mason Dill, is short-sighted. He actually chose to leak the information immediately because of his so-called faith and loyalty to the church, blocking His Majesty the Emperor from becoming a god... …Huh, restore his reputation... Your father can never be restored to his reputation as long as His Majesty the Emperor demonstrates His power and majesty.”

"The only way is for you to join our side and make meritorious deeds."

"It's a pity that even if I gave you so many hints and help, you are still as stupid as him and can't see the situation clearly..."

After saying these words, the explosion in front has calmed down, and the fire is burning quietly on the walls, the ground, and the abandoned houses on both sides. It may develop into a fire under the influence of the wind, but the man wearing the golden mask Don't care. He waited for a few minutes and saw the thin, scorched corpse that was burning and curled up, and took away the extraordinary characteristics that had been precipitated next to it.

He raised his head and said to himself:

"Calculating the time, they should have arrived near the mausoleum of His Majesty the Emperor. Those guys in the Church of Thunder who are good at divination will definitely try to stop them. I wonder if the demons have followed the agreement..."

At this moment, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering explosion, and the ground shook violently for a while. Even an experienced extraordinary person like himself couldn't help but trembled in fright.

"Have they already blown open the door to the mausoleum?"

He was smiling so brightly that he didn't notice that he almost said everything he could think of. He didn't care about anything else and immediately started running quickly in a direction outside the city.

But before running a few steps, his vision suddenly went dark and his consciousness became silent.

TBC

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Audrey stood in the corner, looking at the man wearing a golden mask who fell at her feet, recalling the information she had just obtained from hypnosis.

"Unbelievable." Susie also shared the information.

"I didn't expect that their purpose was to awaken Emperor George III during the Chinese New Year. As a New Year's event, this is too exciting." Audrey's expression was also very ugly, "Plans never change quickly... Page 3 The plan is about to be abandoned. That gentleman asked me to come back to Loen to investigate. Could it be that he was deliberately entertaining me?"

Susie shrugged.

"But fortunately, you took action in time. Xio is fine. I thought Forsi would be nearby, but she was alone... Audrey, why don't you go say hello to her?"

"No need." Audrey said, "We have things to be busy with now." (End of Chapter)