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

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After returning to the cathedral, the familiar priest immediately came over, pulled Arnold to the side door of the cathedral, and asked in a low voice:

"Can you please help me investigate? Is there any news?"

"There is no news." Arnold frowned and spoke, and every word in his tone revealed confusion and worry. "There are indeed many rumors about the 'Poseidon' along the coast. I went to the lower town and the port terminal. The source of this rumor was not found, nor was there any act of worshiping the evil god. No matter how much information was found, the intelligence showed that the belief in 'Poseidon' was really just accidentally brought in by a businessman from the Rhoside Islands who bought something at the port and then left. And the spread of this belief is also because someone was lucky enough to catch a fish."

"What about 'The Fool'?"

"This 'Fool' is very interesting. He suddenly appeared a year ago, and then disappeared. Just after the church and most secret organizations thought that this was an evil god who had changed his identity, more information mysteriously appeared... …”

The priest waited for the paper document, but Arnold simply dictated:

"Intelligence from Intis shows that the Abraham family has extraordinary goodwill toward the Fool, even though they do not believe in it. In addition, the Church of the Mysterious God has also compiled a lot of information for this evil god. .

"They did not follow our creation myth, but described Him as a god from the ancient, legendary 'Western Continent', just like the 'God of Mysteries' described himself. And they also behaved towards the 'Fool' Out of goodwill, people in the country are allowed to believe."

"He looks like a righteous god in the future. Now the belief in this evil god has appeared in Fusac. He claims to be able to cure diseases and save people. Many ordinary people in the countryside who have no knowledge have already believed it. This is simply an extreme disrespect for the Lord. Very disrespectful."

The priest's eyebrows were also knitted together, and his height of nearly two meters allowed him to show an astonishing majesty even when his face was expressionless.

"Has the identity of the businessman been found?"

"A native of the Rhoad Islands." Arnold reported the name he had investigated. "He is quite famous in the Rhoad Islands. He is a devout Poseidon believer who is said to have received an oracle. He secretly supports the resistance and has done a lot of charity. Activities, opening schools.”

The priest's expression was originally quite serious, but when he heard the word oracle, contempt suddenly appeared on his face.

"The true form of Poseidon is just a monster that gained power and didn't have much brain. Calling the roars and threats of this thing an oracle is simply blasphemy to all gods. The people on the Rhoside Islands are still so ignorant and pitiful."

Arnold did not agree with the other party verbally. Faced with this compliment that was obviously a slap in the face, he suddenly straightened his face:

"Please watch your words."

The contempt on the priest's face was instantly wiped away. Facing this demigod who came from the Inquisition, he even showed a little fear:

"What, what's wrong?"

"Praise the Lord, please have mercy, Mr. Dean, there is absolutely no disrespect to the Lord in my heart!"

Arnold's tone was serious, and the patience and peace on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye. He just frowned and squinted his eyes slightly, suddenly revealing a terrifying cold aura. Facing the priest's somewhat panicked confession, he said in a calm tone:

"You just forgot to put the Lord in the highest place when you spoke."

"Wha, what? I didn't mention the Lord just now, nor did I say anything disrespectful to the Lord..."

"Yes, you didn't say anything wrong. You just compared 'Poseidon' with gods. You know, all the evil gods, the former true creator, the hidden sage, and now the original witch have also been recognized The god of strength." Arnold replied, "But please remember, this is in Fusac, and no matter what you say, our Lord should be put first, not with other righteous gods."

When the other party said these words, for a moment, the priest felt that the demigod in front of him did not look like a person, but like a person who was trained to react to all the behaviors and "suspected disrespectful words" around him. Feedback machine.

It seems normal at ordinary times, but once there is any behavior that they consider "disrespecting the gods", it will immediately reveal its terrifying side - the Inquisition has undoubtedly cultivated "excellent" warriors that make all pagans and even their own people bold. , a believer who is so devout that people are afraid of him, but do such people really have a self?

He has known the other person for nearly ten years, but he is still wary every time he comes into contact, for fear of saying the wrong thing - even if he is so careful, the other party will still think that he is not good enough.

"But please don't worry, you just said the wrong thing in such a private situation, so I won't do anything to you."

"Your competitor has been looking for an opportunity to take your place. I hope you will not appear in the tribunal for trivial matters."

After speaking, the demigod showed a kind and generous smile, although in the eyes of the priest, such a smile was completely as terrifying as a devil. He was even more frightened than the devil: "There are still many heretics who have just entered in the second half of the year in the prison of the Inquisition. They have not been cleared out. The Chinese New Year is about to come, but the introduction of foreign beliefs has happened. The Pope and the church are facing each other. We already have dissatisfaction in our jobs.”

"Maybe it won't be long before followers of Poseidon and Fool will appear inside, so there probably won't be a place for you."

Did he think this joke was funny? What a terrifying lunatic. I should have remembered that there are no normal people in the tribunal... The priest couldn't laugh at all, and the corners of his already stiff mouth reluctantly twitched:

"Then, investigating the beliefs of the 'Poseidon' and the 'Fool', this should have been my task, but my ability is really limited, so I will ask you to pay more attention to me in the future."

Arnold nodded:

"I'll keep an eye out, that's my job."

"However, recognition of foreign beliefs due to the change of seasons happens every year. After winter, the weather is cold, and more than 85% of the ports are closed. The only ice-free port will not be open to people living at the dock. The common people are open to the outside world and have lost their source of income. They will naturally turn to praying to foreign beliefs. Before the 'Poseidon' appears, they will quietly pray to the 'Lord of Storms' and 'God of Thunder'."

"The Inquisition will not be so ruthless. When have we killed all the people? It's just that we still need to catch some and process them. We should tell people that even if they convert now and wait until the coast thaws in spring, they still have to remember the reward of returning to the Lord."

Having said this, Arnold glanced at the priest meaningfully:

"As one of the persons responsible for this matter, you can report several people to the tribunal, as long as the evidence is solid."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party to understand this sentence, Arnold turned and walked away.

He has a lot of things to do, such as continuing to show off to the Church of the God of War in the last period of time, and trying to find ways to make some covert gestures to the Red Angel, and deal with the Inquisition to prevent them from finding out about the war hidden in the Lower City. god.

Therefore, during this time, he will be happy to sow discord among church members around him.

In addition, Arnold felt that he should try to find a way to contact the followers of "The Fool", to contact those sudden guests who are active in the snowfields in the north, the legendary "Family of the Gods", people with the blood of real giants. A noble descendant.

Like most people who learned about the existence of this group, he was full of curiosity about them.

When everyone believed that the "Eastern Continent" and "Western Continent" were just ancient legends, an ancient god who claimed to be from the Western Continent appeared, and then these giant remnants who had been living in the Eastern Continent also appeared. They were probably the most happy. Yes, those historians.

The professors of history, geography, and genetics at Saint-Milon University have long been impatient, but the church is strictly guarding against it, and the tribunal has also issued an order. Anyone who dares to submit an application for a business trip at this time will be directly arrested. Considered apostate.

——Although I don’t know how many people have known the news privately, and I don’t know how many people have begun to gather quietly, trying to learn more about these two faiths, even if it is not for faith, but just out of curiosity—it has been very It made the church uneasy.

As for the reason why the church is uneasy, it is impossible for the church to tell you.

It was almost noon and there was no one on the street. Arnold walked onto the street and happened to pass by where the notice board was.

He suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and turned his head sharply to look over.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what is issued today is still the decree of His Majesty the Emperor and the church."

Under his gaze, the words "and from the church" faded and disappeared as quickly as erased pencil marks.

Just when Arnold was astonished, a new change took place on the bulletin board: after the words "and from the church" disappeared, a blank space several centimeters long appeared. Arnold watched helplessly as the blank line gradually disappeared. A line of Loen language appeared on the ground, which was a name he often saw on documents this year.

"George Augustus III"

As if he sensed something was wrong, the line quickly turned into Fusac language.

Arnold, who had always behaved calmly and calmly, was dumbfounded at this moment. He saw the words "His Majesty the Emperor George Augustus III" hanging so clearly in the center of St. Milon, the capital of the Fusac Empire. The notice board for level 0 sealed objects.

However, the newly emerged handwriting was obviously lighter and flickering, looking very unstable. After about ten seconds, the name "George Augustus III" gradually faded again, and the existing characters changed order and condensed into "and from the church", but it was twisted back not long after...the two words became After going back and forth like this for a while, it seemed that the pontiff holding this sealed object was slightly better. In the end, the sentence returned to its original state, and it was hard to tell that such an astonishing change had occurred.

By chance, after witnessing the entire process of the Emperor of Loen and the Patriarch competing for this sealed artifact, Arnold could no longer remain calm. The emperor of Loen has not completely broken the seal, but he can influence his own side from such a distance. Under heavy protection, he competes with the Patriarch for the sealed objects controlled by the other side, and they fight back and forth, which means that the other side has a high level of understanding of this path. The influence of serial items is terrifying.

The gods were dead and the enemies around him were still so powerful. He once again deeply realized how dangerous Fusac's situation was now.

A change of camp is imminent.

TBC

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With an explosion, a corner of the hidden door of Mausoleum No. 1 was blown open, but the whole was not shaken.

A man stepped forward to take a look and saw that a lot of rocks had been blown away, revealing the large black stone slab underneath.

The slate was cold to the touch, so I had no idea how thick it was, and the explosives didn't even leave a trace on it. Seeing that this mausoleum is still extremely strong, the MI9 members who came here quietly have begun to get anxious - starting from the loud noise in the plan, the church should have been alarmed. At this moment, the powerful men from the Thunder Church may come at any time, but they can't even blow open the door!

The mausoleum itself has been damaged, and all the parts on the ground have been destroyed. But this did not allow MI9's excavation work to proceed smoothly. Instead, the thick stone slabs and large broken bricks were piled up in a haphazard manner, blocking all the entrances, exits and doors. Even if they moved A whole day of walking may not be enough to clear away the outer rocks and debris.

It rains here almost every day, and the area is cordoned off. Although no one is guarding it, it is difficult to get close.

Members of MI9 knew that it would be difficult to enter the mausoleum, but they did not expect that they could not even find the door.

"Sir! There is a damage here!"

In the pouring rain, a man was waving vigorously not far away. The commander he was talking about hurriedly approached after hearing the words, and saw that there was indeed a small hole where the other person's finger was pointing - less than one meter in diameter. With the help of the eyesight of an extraordinary person, , they saw that the cave was full of jagged rocks, and they had no idea whether there was a dead end ahead. And with this diameter, there is no room to turn around even if you jump down.

The officer picked up a stone and threw it into the hole. As soon as the people around him started to hold their breath, they heard a "plop".

"It's all filled with standing water."

It entered the water just a second after being thrown down, and the next sound could not be heard at all. The officer's expression immediately turned ugly: "The depth is unknown, the width is limited, and there is a lot of water inside. There is no way here. Find another place."

"The water pumping equipment is too big and it is impossible to transport it quietly. If it is used, it will definitely attract the attention of the church."

The people around also saw that it was impossible for people to go down safely through this hole. After hearing what the commander said, they had no choice but to disperse with regret and return to their posts. The officer looked around and saw that the tomb was completely buried and could not be broken open no matter what method was used. His eyes darkened and he walked to an inconspicuous corner and took the tomb from his arms. A small glass bottle came out.

The glass bottle is the simplest style. It is only as long as a finger and has a rolled up note inside. It looks similar to the "wishing bottle" that children would buy. Buy it back, write your wishes on the scroll inside, and bury it in the soil.

The use of this prop is the same as the wishing bottle. The officer gritted his teeth, opened the note, and wrote a line of words on the small note with a waterproof pen:

"Find an inconspicuous entrance to the mausoleum"

The handwriting written with the waterproof pen turned out to be dark red. When it was soaked by the rain that was not covered, the dark red ink flowed downwards, dyeing a corner of this small piece of paper red.

He licked his lips and looked at the bottle with fear.

Just write down the wish. The price of realizing the wish is not decided by the person who made the wish. He carefully rerolled the paper and stuffed it back as it was.

As soon as he put the bottle back into his breast pocket, he heard a scream from his subordinate.

The officer suddenly felt something in his heart, and he quickly walked out of this hidden little corner from the rain, and came to the side of his subordinate who screamed in surprise. In the pouring rain, he wiped the rain off his face and was about to speak when he found dark red liquid beneath his feet.

There was fear on the subordinate's face. He was speechless and just pointed forward.

The officer looked down and saw that it was still the same water-filled hole. The stagnant water has been dyed a suspiciously dark color. A human head is floating on the water, looking at the sky, without emitting a single bubble, and slowly sinking.

"He slipped and fell into the hole. Just as he was about to climb up, he suddenly stopped moving..." the subordinate said fearfully.

Before he could be shocked, the commander discovered that the stagnant water was slowly falling along with the subordinate who died inexplicably. He didn't expect that his wish would come true so quickly and at such a simple and crude price. Not long after, the head and water completely disappeared, revealing a bottomless dark pit. The rich smell of blood spread from the walls of the pit, mixing with the smell of rain.

The chief picked up a stone again and threw it down. This time there was no sound for a long time, and finally there was a soft sound.

"...let's go down."

He took a deep breath and allowed his piety and belief in His Majesty the Emperor to occupy his thoughts and not think about the things that made him feel guilty. (End of chapter)