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

Chapter 110 You are very brave.
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Friday, a new day. Klein slept until he woke up naturally, got up slowly, washed up and went downstairs.

He was not in a hurry to prepare breakfast, but habitually opened the door, bathed in the mist, and took out today's newspaper from the mailbox.

As soon as he opened the newspaper, he saw the following headline:

"The Aurora Society's stronghold was discovered, and the terrorist organization suffered a heavy blow!" 》

“I hope Mr. A dies in this crackdown.” Klein solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.

"What is it?" Suddenly, he found a thick envelope sandwiched between the newspapers, which was not too light.

After pinching the surface, Klein's mind suddenly flashed with the scent of ink from banknotes. His spiritual intuition told him that there was a lot of cash inside.

He opened it carefully and pulled out the stack of gold pounds.

After counting, he confirmed that there were a total of 1000 pounds in notes.

"It's a bounty from the Mechanical Heart... Is this what they call a secret grant? How can they be so confident? Just leave it in the mailbox? What if it gets stolen?" Klein, in his joy, couldn't help but complain.

With this money, his savings had reached an astonishing 6 pounds. Not only could he pay for his Sequence potion materials in full, but he would also have more than pounds left over, enough for him to not have to worry about his livelihood for a long time.

He can go find the vampire Emlyn White now and complete the deal!

There was no time to lose. His Magician potion had just been completely digested, so he could immediately prepare for the promotion. After breakfast, Klein immediately put on his coat, hat, picked up his cane, and went out with a newspaper.

He was going to go to the Harvest Church and ask the vampire Emlyn if he had found the promotion materials he needed.

As he headed for the stagecoach stop, he saw his landlady, Mrs. Starling Summers, directing the maid to load the suitcases into the carriage in front of the door.

"Good morning, Mrs. Summer." Seeing a familiar person, Klein greeted her with a smile.

Starling smiled reservedly and greeted him back.

Klein asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

"It's almost New Year's Day. Mary gave Luke a holiday in advance. We plan to go to Desiree Bay to welcome the new year."

Starlin took the initiative to say, "Hey, we have been to several cities there, including the famous coastal towns. We are going to Feynaport this time. The scenery in Seville is said to be very nice."

Klein responded cooperatively, "How enviable."

"What about you? Detective Moriarty, where are you planning to spend the New Year?" Starling asked with a smile.

I will most likely stay here... By the way, I can go find Mr. Edward to kill some time and chat. He has treated me to meals several times. Although I don't ask for compensation, I feel bad doing this all the time... Klein said with a raised corner of his mouth:
"Go back to Jianhai. The winter there has a different flavor."

Starlin's smile became more obvious:

"I hope to meet you in the Bay of Disi next New Year."

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Medici sat down on the sofa by the wall, crossed his legs and looked around, smacking his lips at the overly decorative and elaborate Intis decoration style two hundred years ago.

"This is a compliment to the Sunshine Coast's decorating style."

Medici's eyes swept over the dazzling designs and lines, and he booed loudly: "But being able to use gold so freshly and elegantly is a skill. He should have been the craftsman in the first place!"

Soren also booed Medici loudly: "Yes, yes, yes, and then the whole world began to praise the sun. I think the asymmetrical style looks best. The great red angel has one high heel and one low heel, and he walks like a lame man!"

The red angel laughed nonchalantly: "Don't talk as if you have never worn shoes of that style! By the way, you must have been a little girl at that time, so how about it, how does the half-loose, half-tight bra feel?"

"Your mother..." Soran was so angry that he laughed. He actually took two seconds to recall his pitifully short girlhood memory and said openly, "It feels good! It feels even better in the later stage when I don't even need to bind my chest. Medici, I can't think of a way to provoke someone without being so low-level. Gender has no meaning to hunters. All we need is war, war and trampling!"

"You mentioned this specifically. Are you planning to change your career to become a witch? So you came to consult my opinion in advance?"

"Don't take yourself so seriously, Soran. When did I ever say that?"

"You *** me *** hahaha!"

"*****! No way! No way! No way! *****!"

"*******!"

“***!, *******!”

"..."

Holding a hot water cup, Mr. X, looking weak, asked the person next to him in confusion: "Who is that? I don't think I've seen him in the base before."

"Why does he have to argue with me in two different tones?"

"…………ah."

The black-haired young man leaning against the wall next to the fireplace was stumped by this question, with a mysterious smile and a hint of speechlessness. Amon pinched his right eye socket, calmly and seriously said to Mr. X:
"He's an unfortunate man. After becoming a Beyonder, he suffered a bit of a blow and his brain got damaged. Now he has severe schizophrenia. He imagines that he has three personalities in his body, and each one has a worse temper than the last. Don't be too surprised if you see him start fighting with both sides."

“I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

Mr. X's expression also became serious, and he made the sign of an inverted cross on his chest with great emotion. Halfway through, he remembered that the Lord had changed the sign, so he made a straight cross: "May he be saved under the Lord's gaze."

After saying that, he frowned again and looked at Amon in confusion: "By the way, who are you? I don't think I've seen you in the base."

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Amon deceived Mr. X lightly and stole his consciousness. Louis Wayne, who was already in a bad state, immediately became unconscious. After putting down the mug in his hand with his last effort, he fell headfirst on the sofa and snored comfortably in a few seconds.

Seeing Medici arguing loudly with him while walking around the living room for most of the way, he passed by the Dark Saint who was busy counting casualties and losses (Xesma, who had already learned of His identity, took the time to salute him), and passed by the autistic Mr. A who was squirming in the corner and repairing himself (he pinched Mr. A twice and said something to him), and was about to come to him. He clicked his tongue unhappily, turned around, and teleported to the second floor using stealth distance, preparing to return to his room.

The decorative candlesticks on the wall suddenly ignited. The flames fell onto the carpet and then rose higher. A figure emerged from the flames. The red flag between the brows of the black-haired and brown-eyed hunter was eye-catching.

He raised his eyebrows: "Little crow is going back to the nest?"

It seems that sometimes running away is really useless, the clone Amon thought. Now that he has escaped, he will definitely meet him again in the future, so running away is meaningless. He decided to use this opportunity to establish his own "Medici impression" so that he can think about how to treat Him in the future, whether to refer to the original body's style and treat Him the same as other things or people, or to deal with it casually according to his own preferences.

So he looked at the "Red Angel" carefully.

This was the first time he had seen the real person. Before he was captured, he was a Sequence 4 clone no older than 3 years old. In the real Amon, he was a clone with a huge base number of qualified clones and belonged to the bottom of Amon’s food chain. Otherwise, he would not have been dragged by a Sequence clone to have a “sudden whim” to see what the demon that had humiliated Adam looked like.

Therefore, he had never seen Medici, the Kingdom of Heaven, Solomon, Arista, Trunsoest, Bethel, etc. He just knew about them. Because these memories and impressions can be easily extracted from the memory of the original body, but most of the time there is no need to miss them. Time is always moving forward. People in the past are either buried in the soil or buried in the ashes of history. It doesn't matter what was killed. Anyway, Amon is everything, Amon is everything. However.

Ever since the connection with the main body was severed, those memories that I had never watched carefully, like the system's built-in startup animation, have become increasingly vague, and even turned into some crazy blocks of color.

As he gradually separated from "Amon", he could no longer easily understand and view his original body's memories, which would cause him to lose control or even die.

Like an ordinary Beyonder, the world is full of dangers. This is an experience that Amon has never had in his memory.

So the clone looked at Medici carefully, and suddenly realized that He was actually very weak.

Very weak. Although he was a combination of three evil spirits, his total strength should not be at Sequence 2, not to mention that the three conquerors must be hostile to each other. He walked on the earth with the body of a hunter demigod. Death and the situation made him realize his current situation. He put his own face behind that face, no longer laughing recklessly like in the past, showing his fiery hair and knife-like eyes.

He was too weak, he knew he needed to disguise himself, hide, and only use sharp words to hurt people. He provoked me not only because it was his instinct, but also because he knew I would not kill him.

Fearless Warfire actually had the mind to be cautious and avoid disasters in matters other than battle. Death took away things from Him besides life... More importantly, he could actually look down on Him, which made the clone a little annoyed and a little uncomfortable. He thought Medici should be very hostile to him, after all, His death could not be separated from the help of the original body, so he was almost ready to distance himself at any time.

It just so happened that he didn't plan to have any interaction with Him, so couldn't the two of them just do their own things without disturbing each other?

"Why, are you so scared that you can't speak?" Medici twirled the black hair of the body he possessed with his fingers, and said to Amon in a very strange tone, "Do you know how your original body will answer me?"

Amon hesitated for a moment and asked, "How do you answer?"

"Your expression is quite irritating. But I am a magnanimous person and I won't argue with a child."

Medici grinned: "He, in all likelihood, will retort from the perspectives of 'boring', 'stupid', and 'nostalgic'."

"What would you say?"

I can understand boredom, and stupidity can also be seen as a kind of tit-for-tat, so what exactly does "nostalgia" refer to... Is it the name "little crow"? Amon analyzed carefully and thought carefully. The animal image that changes most in us is indeed the crow, and the adjective "little" can be regarded as a kind of contempt, so how did "nostalgia" come about? Did this word have any special meaning in the past? Expressing closeness? Or is it referring to the history of the Glorious Era? But if there is such a special reaction to this name, then the original body is actually...

The clone glanced in the direction of the study, thought for a moment, and answered cautiously:

"Do you still need to reminisce about the past?"

"I kind of understand what the original master means. He is saying that you are still living in the past. Even though you have experienced so much and have been dead for almost two thousand years, your memory has always remained in the heaven you once were, and you are obsessed with it."

Medici raised an eyebrow.

Amon said seriously: "You are back."

The black-haired hunter was obviously shocked. Medici was surprised by this answer and then laughed loudly. He laughed breathlessly and reached out to touch Amon's head. Amon immediately used space to dodge.

"Very good, very good! You said it very well, little crow!"

The hunter laughed so hard that tears came out. He wiped away his tears and stopped provoking with a sarcastic tone. The evil spirit straightened his back, and his aura suddenly changed. When the container was not laughing or sneering, he looked a bit like Medici.

"Yes, I'm back."

The Red Angel raised the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath in ecstasy, and a confident and arrogant smile appeared on his face again:
"The repairs are over, and the war is about to begin again!"

"The Lord has returned. I must once again accompany Him as a soldier. This time, let those damned Seven Gods go to hell!"

Amon applauded Him.

"And you boy, um, a pleasing little crow."

Medici changed the subject, his expression gradually becoming evil: "I think you are much more likable than your true self. Do you want to be my adjutant? Then we can join forces to kill Him, and then let you be the true self!"

"I reject."

Amon replied immediately: "You should start by restoring Sequence 3."

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At around ten o'clock in the morning, all the formalities and identification documents were ready, and the members of the Aurora Society were about to move to a new temporary base, the "Fier Manor" more than a hundred miles southwest of Backlund.

The Dark Saint took the key from Edward and gathered everyone. Since the streets were full of extraordinary people from the three major churches and plainclothes police, searching for clues about the Aurora members, and the procedures for leaving the city would also be monitored, it was impossible to move the carriage.

Fortunately, Feyeh Manor is also adjacent to East Tucker County. In order to create a normal relocation route, some people can be transferred from East Tucker County, leaving a legitimate track of movement and settling down naturally, while most of the remaining people can go in batches through the door and the seal.

Mr. X was shaken awake and served as a door opener in a daze.

It took more than two hours to evacuate the hundreds of people from the Aurora Club, and the crowded living room and second floor finally became empty again.

Edward snapped his fingers, and the demons and some shadows in the collection cabinet were thrown out. Without any instructions, they consciously and skillfully completed the division of labor, and began to clean the carpet, discard the debris, mop the floor, and sweep, doing their best to be meticulous.

Amon sat on the handrail on the second floor, looking down at the servants on the first floor busying around, and suddenly asked: "I remember that demons will develop their own abilities. Your ability is "trading", so what is the unique ability of the angel from the Belia family?"

“It seems like a ‘second life’.”

Edward replied nonchalantly, "But I didn't grasp it accurately, because this ability should have been used to resist my filthy word "death". After all, we are angels of the same level, and the blessing of the Mother Tree of Desire only blocked my sense of danger."

"So that's how it is, you——"

Amon's words suddenly stopped.

He felt a sudden gaze falling upon him, but it was not directed at him.

Amon watched as the usual smile on Edward's face disappeared without a trace in an instant. The whites of his eyes turned black, and a faint blue flame ignited in his pupils. His clothes seemed to be propped up by something, and the skin under his sleeves glowed with a cold metallic black light.

He slowly, slowly turned his head and looked at a certain point in the void, as if he was looking at something across the air.

"...a fool who does not belong to this era."

"The mysterious master above the gray fog."

"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck?"

After two seconds of silence, the Outer God began to mutter to himself. Amon took a breath and uttered the word "Source Castle" faintly from between his teeth. His figure quickly shrank and turned into an inconspicuous crow.

TBC
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Klein: Just kidding, I'm super brave.

(End of this chapter)