Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 109 Two Dreams

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In the darkest night before dawn, Klein had a dream in a daze. He dreamed that he returned to the ancestral home of Baron Pound, and his sight moved along the underground corridor, through the collapsed soil, and saw the huge room with the blasphemous statues of the six gods.

Klein subconsciously looked at the door at the deepest part. He knew that an unidentified bloodthirsty evil spirit was sealed behind it. It was it that attracted the members of the Pound family one by one, causing the two heirs of the old Viscount Pound to die accidentally, and they had to bring in the current Baron from the side branch to inherit the family. However, the Baron became increasingly helpless due to various intentional inducements and changes. Now he has fallen to the point of even selling his mansion and renting a house outside, completely abandoning his dignity.

Normally, he should have stopped here. From a mystical perspective, it might be that some hidden thoughts in life reminded Klein of the underground ruins, leaving some traces in his subconscious that he had not noticed, which were expressed in the form of dreams.

However, to his surprise, after his sight reached the door, it not only did not stop, but moved closer. Before Klein decided to wake up, the perspective in his dream had already reached the crack of the door.

He saw that there was no one inside!
In the warm and soft quilt, Klein slowly opened his eyes.

This should be a foreshadowing, but he was unable to think rationally as his sleep was interrupted. He confusedly recalled the content of the dream, then slowly closed his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.

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At this moment, in a private hospital affiliated with the Church of Night in the northern district of Backlund, in a well-equipped single room, a patient lying on the bed with weak breathing coughed once, and then coughed again, making long, intermittent, painful breathing sounds.

"……water……"

Leonard, who was covered with painkillers on his head, face, and eyes and tightly bandaged, tried to make some sounds weaker than breathing, but at this time, Red Gloves, who was supposed to be responsible for taking care of the wounded, was reporting the situation to Soest in the corridor outside the ward. Leonard's call lingered hoarsely on his lips, but received no response.

"……water……"

He called out again in a daze, and a burning pain came from his throat and chapped lips, which was not much better than the pain in his body.

The half cup of cold boiled water on the bedside table was quietly half gone. Pales sighed and responded to Leonard's whisper of help. He stole the water that was very important to the wounded, smeared some on his lips, and some slowly slid down his esophagus. The cool feeling finally comforted Leonard a little.

But he was still not calm. He had a high fever, his head and body were covered with cold sweat, his weak limbs were twitching slightly under the quilt, and his fingertips were repeatedly scratching the sheets, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

Leonard's incoherent mumblings repeatedly contained words such as "Tingen", "Captain", "I'm sorry", "Klein", and "Devil". Even though Pales would steal some of the pain from the opponent's wounds every once in a while, the huge mental damage could not be avoided.

After being seriously injured by the Abyss Angel and dying, Leonard lost the consciousness to suppress the Sealed Artifact 1-42, and was almost torn into pieces by the bloodthirsty armor on the spot. Fortunately, Sost made a timely judgment and let him leave the armor in the last few seconds and soak in the hot water pool that had just been dug out, barely dispelling the negative influence and saving his life.

Otherwise, even if Pales was present, he would have to change the host.

Although he saved his life, Leonard's condition did not improve at all. He lost control of his emotions when facing the devil, and was almost torn to pieces by his own hatred and anger before he even met the other party.

What's more, at this time he was still controlling a level 1 seal.

Soest was so excited that he could save his life that he loudly called for the goddess' blessing.

The single room was empty. The armchair beside Leonard's bed cast a dark shadow on the wall in the moonlight. Above it, a human shadow gradually appeared, as if an invisible person was sitting on the chair, his figure illuminated by the moonlight, quietly looking at Leonard.

"Ugh."

A sigh that no one heard.

"As a nightmare, you are caught in your own dream. Your progress in digesting the potion is really unsatisfactory..."

As they were talking, a "theft" occurred in this small ward. Leonard, who was wandering in the world of black and fire, saw Tingen on fire for the umpteenth time. The terrifying black shadow that covered the sky tore Dunn Smith, Megose, and Klein apart. These were all reflections of his inner thoughts, the most unforgettable and most unwilling to let go of intense emotions in his subconscious.

The "stealing" took effect, the negative things were stolen, revealing the background of the dream. The bloody sky and the twisted moon like an eye were covered by a peaceful glimmer, and the intense emotions in Leonard's dream slowly disappeared like peeling off silk threads, and were painted with a comfortable and soothing color.

In the dream world, Leonard, who was running around looking for the murderer, gradually stopped and blinked in confusion.

Now he thought of using the power of "nightmare" to explore the unfamiliar environment? Pales complained in his heart, and then stole this idea, guiding Leonard to walk slowly forward, along the stone brick path with flowers blooming along the way, step by step into the single dormitory he built in his dream and assigned to him by the church.
Entering the familiar environment, Leonard was obviously more relaxed. He subconsciously walked to his favorite single sofa and reached out to pick up a book "Selected Opera Lines" on the table, but the contents were all blurry and the outlines of the furniture kept fluctuating and often distorted, which was weird and completely reflected the distorted feeling of the dream.

Leonard's mood became more and more comfortable and calm. The dark red sky and moon outside the window gradually turned into the lazy afternoon sunshine, casting a lazy atmosphere in the room that made people want to be lazy. He flipped through the book for a while and soon felt sleepy. Then he yawned, lay down on the single sofa, found a comfortable position and fell asleep with his clothes on.

After a while, even and calm breathing sounds were heard.

In the real world, Leonard's frown was gradually smoothed by the peaceful dream. His forehead was no longer covered with cold sweat, his fingers no longer dug into the sheets, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

The shadow on the wall kept looking at the bed. After a few minutes, it disappeared silently, just as without any warning as when it appeared.

Then, the door of the ward was carefully pushed open a crack, and the red-gloved nurse in charge tiptoed in and sat on the armchair. He looked at the seriously injured Leonard, pointed at the red moon, and prayed silently to the moonlight, hoping that the goddess would bless his companion to recover soon.

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The real Creator, wrapped in an ancient Greek robe, sat solemnly on a high chair in the study, his feet half a meter off the ground.

Edward looked him up and down and found that his strength had recovered to around Sequence 5, which was quite fast.

It seems that in order to resist his own pollution, the true creator has chosen to accelerate the transition of power and improve his status.

"You are growing up a little fast," He said.

"As for the sequence, this is for..."

"I'm talking about height." The demon gestured, "Logically, you should only be three or four years old now."

The real Creator, whose intention of secretly growing taller to look more mature and stable was exposed, felt a little annoyed: "This is not something we need to pay attention to right now."

He cleared his throat and said, "In this series of matters, you and I have been cooperating normally with a clear price tag. I have already promised that if I can find any clues about Medici, I will help you once within my ability."

"I saw everything you did in the Southern Continent and heard your prayers, so I immediately asked the main body of the God-Forsaken Land to provide you with assistance. Judging from the results, you succeeded. Congratulations."

The True Creator's words perked up Edward, who was distracted. He inadvertently mentioned the "Hanged Man" in the God-Forsaken Land, and the implication was that He was able to control and influence the "Hanged Man"'s behavior... Ah, he should be reminding himself, who had just been promoted to Sequence 1, not to mess around and continue to maintain a cooperative relationship. He nodded, indicating that he was listening.

"You are the first newborn Filthy King since the Second Age."

The gods who had witnessed four eras were very moved: "This is also an unparalleled feat. However, the demonic path is not suitable for the birth of true gods. You have now demonstrated your strong competitiveness. The Seven Gods will probably not let you go as they did in the past few hundred years."

The Aurora was raided because of you, probably in part, the True Creator thought. Otherwise, I really can't understand what they are warning about. Or are the three churches just angry because of the repeated problems caused by the undercurrents in Backlund, and are they trying hard to achieve some performance by the end of the year to restore their image in the eyes of the people?

If they succeeded, Aurora would suffer heavy losses. Perhaps they had even guessed that his condition had improved slightly. If Dark Night wanted to do something, he would be completely unable to resist now. He was afraid that the other party would support his annoying divine side to eat him.

"You will be noticed, and your digestion of potions and promotion will be hindered."

"Compared to staying in the Demon Path, switching careers to compete for the True God in the Prisoner Path might be a better choice."

Edward nodded slightly, unceremoniously accepting the compliment from the Ancient Sun God: "I tried to change the path at the beginning, but the prisoner path was too deeply polluted and eroded, and it was almost unrecognizable. The demons had a better chance. Unless there is no other choice, I will not jump to another path."

"However, having reached this level, it would be completely impossible for me to say that I have no determination to compete to become a god."

"However, Fabuti has been hiding in the abyss for thousands of years, and various incidents have occurred in the abyss. My promotion will not be stable, and perhaps there will be no chance of promotion at all, because I cannot obtain the uniqueness and the last Sequence 1 that belongs to Fabuti in the abyss."

"The gods should know this too, and they might not even pay attention to me."

The True Creator nodded: "I hope so."

"Then let's move on to the next question."

Edward sat up straight, and the True Creator's expression changed slightly. As expected, he heard the other party begin to whisper devilishly:
"The Aurora Society's base in Backlund has been cleared. If you want to restore your scale, you will need at least a large enough venue, and you will also need to relocate the magical items. You can't stay here forever."

"If you have nowhere to go right now, I have a place for you."

Here it comes! This is the standard devilish rhetoric that is impossible to refuse! The True Creator controlled his desire to roll his eyes and said directly: "Tell me more and make an offer."

The demon smiled.

He waved his hand, and a thin picture album automatically fell from the bookshelf and unfolded in front of the real Creator: This was a detailed hand-drawn architectural design, indicating the area, number of rooms, and detailed introduction of each facility.

"This is a property I purchased near Backlund 87 years ago. It has a superior geographical location, located near the natural hunting grounds of the nobility about 4547 kilometers northeast of Backlund. It is adjacent to East Chester County and Ahowa County. The manor covers a total area of ​​ square meters, with large tracts of land, plantations, and hunting grounds attached to it. It can be self-sufficient to a certain extent..."

The true Creator listened carefully, fearing that some kind of deal would be reached when he was not careful. The other party was now the King of Angels, and even a true God could be more or less scratched by an unequal contract.

This manor was perfect, absolutely perfect, and it met all the requirements, but when the real creator heard the area and 107 rooms, he couldn't help but ask: "How many do you want?"

Edward smiled warmly and kindly, "I'll give you a discount. The annual rental fee is 16 pounds. You will be responsible for the maintenance of the furniture, land management and related taxes."

The True Creator answered simply, "Change it."

He added: "Be simple, my followers can endure hardship."

The deal didn't work out, but it wasn't completely lost. Edward had already prepared to turn the pages of the booklet and stop at the design of a Gothic building. The manor just took up three pages, but now this one only had one page. The real creator felt a little more acceptable.

"Then take a look at this."

He introduced calmly, "This was actually purchased when I was the Earl of Intis, and I participated in the design. It was a summer resort for Adela and I. This manor was burned down in history, but because I really liked the decoration inside, I moved it to a piece of land I bought in Loen."

"How much is the rent?"

"About 7 is enough. This manor was made by me and is stained with my aura. It is considered a sealed object. No one can survive a night in it without my permission. So I put it there with confidence. The thieves and robbers who come in will make my garden more colorful."

This price is acceptable. We can use some cooperation to reduce the amount. Besides, the devil's aura is a curse... It also happens to be a natural insurance. He said, "Tell me about it."

"The total area is 1812 square meters. There are no plantations or hunting grounds, only an attached garden. There are more than 30 rooms, and the Beyonder feature transformation with doors and passages can change the layout of the house to a certain extent and move the position of the walls. In general, it is about the same size as your three underground bases combined. It is in the southwest of Backlund, and the geographical location is relatively remote, closer to the edge of East Tucker County. There are only a few scattered holiday estates around that are only used for a few months a year, which is just right for you who are hiding now."

"Okay." The True Creator thought for a moment, "That's it."

Edward decided readily: "Okay. Then the deal is done. I'll rent it to you for a year. The deposit can be paid in a variety of ways."

A title deed, a building permit and a bunch of keys flew out from the bookshelf. The True Creator took them and looked at them. He saw that the name of the manor was "Fiye Manor" and the name of the buyer and builder on the title deed was "Henry Lane", a relatively common Loen name with a not-so-common surname. He bought such a large piece of land and built such a large manor. It is easy to give people the feeling of an unknown ancient nobleman.

"By the way," Edward said again, "the Red Angel has been waiting for you for a long time. Don't you want to go out and meet Him?"

The True Creator shook his head in a prepared manner: "Don't worry about it now. My appearance is too different from the past, and there are some annoying troubles that I can't explain in a short time. I need to prepare a little bit and try to meet Him in the best condition as soon as possible."

Edward nodded: "Let's set off at dawn."

The True Creator had no objection to this: "That's right. We must leave the city of Backlund as soon as possible and get away from the attention of the Three Gods."

"It's the usual treatment from the evil god," the demon shrugged.

TBC
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Two dreams, dreams of two people. Suffering sharpens the soul. Will Leonard in this article be a character who doesn't like to use his brain?
1 pound ≈ 840
Annual rent of 7 pounds ≈ 5880 million.

(End of this chapter)