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

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"Oh." Audrey said, and Susie stopped asking. She stood there obediently, "Then what should we do?"

"right now we……"

Audrey thought for a few seconds and looked at the place where the flames broke out in the real world. It was a viscount's mansion that she was very familiar with. Judging from the explosion just now, it was estimated that the main body of the building had been completely blown up, and the other party used a gas explosion to erase the traces.

The simplest and crudest way.

What to do now?

The situation was too complicated and changing rapidly, and Audrey was a little unsure.

She stared at the source of the explosion for a while. If the church had any idea of ​​control and rescue, a localized rainstorm would have extinguished the flames. But half a minute later, the fire was still burning fiercely. It not only burned half of the sky red, but also continued to spread. It seemed that the Thunder Church also had the idea of ​​​​burning everyone and the evidence together.

The vibration just now should have woken up the surrounding residents, but there is no need for me to go to sleep and inform people to evacuate...

"Is the purpose of the Thunder Church to completely eliminate the nobles?"

Audrey frowned:

"It seems that no one will come out alive from there. However, it is impossible to get rid of all the nobles at a New Year's Eve dinner. No wonder the voice I heard said that we should wait until the New Year's party before taking action... However, we lost After the royal family, the New Year's Eve party can no longer have more than 90% of the nobles gathering in the palace like in the past, so it doesn't matter what day it is."

No, no, if there are too many casualties among the nobles at once, and all the secular powerful aristocratic factions that could have confronted the church suffer casualties or even be wiped out, will the church take away the right to host the New Year's party?

When the church calls all the nobles together in the name of the New Year, how can anyone dare to disagree?

"..."

Audrey reached out and pressed her temple.

"This time the balance between the church and secular power has been completely broken. Who did it? Who did it?"

The excessive information shock left her no time to be shocked and confused, and she began to think wholeheartedly about what happened in just a short moment - first of all, it was the Viscount's dinner. She originally thought it was an ordinary aristocratic banquet, but Audrey also Susie was asked to test the position and mental state of Hvin Rambis. In the end, someone took advantage of the opportunity of the nobles being gathered together to kill them all, so that the church could hide behind it and get the most benefits. .

Audrey left early because she didn't like the atmosphere and Susie's character design. She didn't expect to avoid a disaster like this.

And the matter is not over yet. If Audrey hadn't seen Xio and the MI9 member who was quietly communicating with her, she would never have noticed that someone was using the gas explosion in the noble mansion just now to cover up that someone was secretly involved. Explosions into the Emperor's tomb.

If the noble's death was ordered by the Thunder Church, then it is absolutely impossible for the Thunder Church to instruct MI9 to sneak into the mausoleum.

There should be at least two waves of people in action this time, and there should actually be more complex relationships.

They may seem hostile, but they agree on some things.

"With the demigod Hvin Rambis present, he is still responsible for this. It is impossible for anyone to bypass him and attack the nobles present... Could it be that he received someone's instruction to do this? Or maybe Is he also planning to use this to break away from the identity of Hvin Rambis? However, if that gentleman has given him permission, there is no need for me to come over to investigate, just let him finish the investigation and fake his death to escape. And he also Before reaching Sequence 3, it is impossible to split one's own virtual personality. The one I saw should be the absolutely real person."

Susie observed the expression on Audrey's side face and asked cautiously:

"Investigating the affairs of Hradek Village..."

She was still very curious about the village that worshiped the dragon, and she tried her best to act like a good person just to follow Audrey.

Audrey nodded: "I still need to check out the ongoing dragon worship in Hradek Village. It may be that a living dragon is hiding there. No matter what, I want to see it with my own eyes. See each other.”

She thought for a while, looked at the MI9 member at her feet who had fallen into a deep coma and had no consciousness at all, and whispered:

"In a sense, someone has helped me complete the additional task of 'making Loen society chaotic'. The activities of MI9 do not conflict with ours, but I don't think they can succeed so easily, because in the tomb If George III recovers, the first thing he will have to deal with is the God of Thunder, who has almost wiped out his power, law and prestige."

"And if He returns, the situation in the world that has barely stabilized will be affected again."

At this point, Audrey suddenly paused, and then showed a look of regret.

"It would be great if I had that 'psychic mail' power."

"In this way, I can send a spiritual email directly to all the residents of Backlund, asking them to immediately prepare for large-scale disasters and wars, and it is best to stay at home and not go out, and to stock up on some food..."

As Audrey spoke, she quickly spread the "spiritual plague" to the surrounding spiritual islands.

This rather special "spiritual plague" spreads from ten to ten in the subconscious ocean, and has received widespread responses. Its content is: be nervous, be vigilant, stay away from the fire scene or participate in fire fighting, and pay attention to the safety of yourself and your family.

The spread range of the demigod-level "spiritual plague" is theoretically unlimited, but it will become weaker and weaker due to differences in understanding during the spread process, and it will inevitably hit church members or other extraordinary people. In this way, the effect will be greatly reduced, or even cut off by a collective week.

Susie also dragged the unconscious MI9 member to the corner of the alley in a very humane way and fabricated a false memory for him.

"So what do we do now?"

"Let's go visit Earl Hall."

Audrey said: "The Thunder Church has probably decided to completely eliminate the aristocracy, let Loen become a theocratic society again, take back all power, and then mark all residents with the mark of 'god', so as to minimize the influence of George III. Strength. Therefore, the nobles who are still alive are actually half buried in the ground. I have to say that this is also a good opportunity. "

The human world and thoughts are so complicated. Susie nodded seriously, indicating that she understood.

"In addition to Earl Hall, we also want to visit other nobles who are still alive."

After mentioning her father's name, Audrey pondered for a moment: "I want to talk to them and persuade them. These people are already abandoned in the eyes of the Thunder Church, so I can try to contact them. Life The danger is ahead, and I believe that most of them will be willing to donate all their money and property to foundations, people, vulnerable groups, wounded soldiers and medical institutions."

"In my name?" Susie pointed to herself, "Audrey, with your parents' restraint, I probably won't even be able to get in."

"It doesn't matter. You are Sequence 6. If you can open your mouth, you can get in. If you can get in, you can negotiate."

"What if we can't reach an agreement?"

"If we can't agree, I'm still there."

…

I am an ordinary company employee. My greatest joy every day is to get off work on time.

This is often not possible, because only by working overtime can I get more salary and gain a little sense of security.

In this regard, my company is not very user-friendly. The boss has reached the point where he needs to post second-hand office computers in his circle of friends. However, none of the managers care about the company's affairs. There are obviously so many subordinates to manage. , but just go to work every day, turning a blind eye to the budget deficit and the human resources department that cannot recruit people at all. It is incredible to say that at this point, the company can still run smoothly, they can still sit comfortably in the office chair, and even engage in some "courtesy exchanges" in the office.

I didn't actively want to join this company, but I accidentally switched jobs here a year and a half ago.

The previous company has closed down. Now that I'm here, I have no choice but to start working here. I didn't want to continue working in this company, but there were no opportunities to change jobs in other companies. Considering the mid-life layoff crisis in this industry, it would be best for me not to change jobs frequently. Although I feel like it's a miracle that this company is still running every day, I still don't want to see it collapse before I retire.

I was forced to have some ideas of competition. A senior executive happened to be hit and killed by a car, so I would try to see if I could be promoted.

No matter what, this is the place where I have to work. I have to find a way to save it and not let it really collapse.

But even a promoted social animal is still a social animal. As a social animal, every day from nine to six, seven, eight, nine and ten, excluding work, eating, sleeping and commuting, there is very little free time for oneself. .

So you can’t always blame me for staying up late. Only the short period of time when I stay up late after I get home belongs to me. If you close your eyes and sleep, when you open them, it's time to sell your body and soul to work again.

If this happens day after day, even a robot will find life monotonous and repetitive, boring.

And when you turn on the news, there's a war going on here, and there's a war going on there, and different countries love intrigue just like the executives in the office. All kinds of messy religions coexist in distant foreign countries. Countless faith wars are fought over trivial matters. That's all. But there is actually an extremist religious organization that is claiming that the God they believe in is the only true savior. Only by believing in Him can you get save.

In what age is this still being promoted?

Throw away work and days without a future in sight, and the world itself seems depressing enough. Just being alive means trying your best. Under such great pressure, people will naturally become decadent, Buddhist-like, and lose the motivation to strive.

Will I really live to retire?

I felt a little sad. I turned on my phone and wanted to watch a relaxing video to relieve my mood, but found that the data was exhausted. When I opened any software, there was only a "Page loading failed, please try again" that appeared on the screen.

The data was exhausted and there was no free WIFI on the street. I suddenly felt even sadder. I clicked on the call bar and wanted to call my parents.

Then I discovered that I didn’t even have phone credit.

Probably because there is no phone bill and the surrounding signal is not very good, any call I make is an empty "beep - beep -". This desolate sound echoes endlessly. It didn't even want to say to me please try again later.

well. I had to sigh, alas.

I am lonely in a big city and cannot go home several times a year. When you go to work, you are too busy to think about anything else. When you are free, you will inevitably feel sad. I'm not willing to admit that I'm homesick, but I really want to hear my dad and mom talk to me.

Forget it, wait until you get back to the company, use the company's network to recharge your phone and then make a call, it won't take long.

Lock the screen of your phone and put the newspaper you have read twice under your arm.

It's lunch break now, there is no one on the street, there is no sound around, the whole city seems to be asleep.

I was walking slowly on the main street of the city where I have lived since graduation. Usually, an old man with small black round glasses and dressed like a magician from the last century would appear on the street telling fortunes. There is no one who can go to Xuanhu. I thought he was pitiful, so I often talked to him, but he always told some weird riddles, and over time I didn't want to chat with him anymore. But today even this weird old man didn't refresh himself, and I felt even more sad. Not knowing where to go or where to stop.

It seems that the act of moving forward is already forever.

TBC

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Arnold said goodbye to the Red Angel politely.

Now that he had expressed his intention to surrender, the other party probably had nothing more to ask, so he served the guests tea and he walked away in a sensible manner.

He put on his hood, made a precise disguise, and walked slowly on the streets of the lower city. His height of more than two meters made the people around him unconsciously respect and fear him. He had very good ears, and as he was going forward, he heard a man who was watching him cautiously bragging to his drinking buddies:

"I have seen those favored by the gods! Each of them is taller than this person."

"The shortest among them." Fusakri's height means status, strength and bloodline, although there are occasional accidents. The man was afraid that he would hear him, so he lowered his voice to the level of a mosquito, but he still insisted on bragging to his friends, "They are as tall as him."

The average height is more than two meters and one meter? Arnold's mind flashed to the top brass of the Church of God of War, who could indeed be considered a race of giants.

He walked into a corner and used the sealed object to fine-tune his body outline. After shortening his height by a full thirty centimeters, he walked back to the street, changed his direction, and walked slowly towards the port and further away. go.

“Belief in ‘Poseidon’ is really useful!”

"I ventured into the sea yesterday and really caught a small fish! Only with that sip of fish soup can I talk to you now..."

"What about the 'Fool'? I heard that the god that those favored by the gods believe in is also very powerful. He can cure diseases and save the dead!"

At the port, fishermen gathered together to whisper and discuss the new arrivals' beliefs passionately and secretly. As he approached the chatting fishermen, the conversation naturally turned to the weather, prayers, and the new regulations on the notice board.

It just snowed last night, and the ground is covered with thick white snow and black sewage. The ground is covered with curved lines, and some fish bait, fish food, dried fruits and grains are scattered irregularly. At first glance, it looks like A child's game, or a prank that wastes food.

Arnold scanned for a while and felt that there was a reason why the Inquisition had not discovered the problem here until now.

When everyone tacitly keeps a secret and racks their brains to fight against the bulletin board, the level 0 sealed object, which is a dead object, will temporarily be defeated. The Brass Book does not have such high intelligence, nor does the Holy See know everything. Sealed objects cannot be cut off simply and roughly, as that will cause dissatisfaction among the people, and there will also be a sense of weirdness that is concealed.

As part of his show of goodwill to Red Angel, he certainly couldn't report the matter here. After just quietly watching the port, which had more people than usual, for a while, he quietly returned the same way and returned to the temple.