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

Chapter 119 Death and Life

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The past two days have been very comfortable. The man-made disaster is approaching, and the faint joy of the New Year is like a veil that hides the disaster. After returning from the Feyre Manor, I accompanied Amon to the jewelry store to fulfill the previous promise, and then there was no schedule around the New Year.

Without visitors, commissions, or the sudden appearance of Klein, the demon felt that his life had returned to peace and he was content.

Amon is still staying at the Aurora Club today and will probably be back in the afternoon.

Since they were already out and there was no reason to go back, Edward decided to have a simple lunch outside and buy some food before going back.

He arrived a little late, and the steak and butter bread, which were the main dishes of the day, had been sold out, leaving only some desserts.

Angels don't need to eat, so Edward didn't plan to ask the kitchen to make another meal. He walked around the buffet. Although most people had finished their meals, the dessert area was still full and full of delicious food.

Edward took a bowl of Feysac-flavored eggnog and a simple plain pancake, intending to spend the afternoon leisurely. After returning to his seat and taking a sip of eggnog, Edward's expression instantly became distorted. The overly sweet taste exploded in his mouth like a bomb. There was no taste of egg, milk, or wine at all. The sweetness completely overwhelmed everything, leaving only the sugar taste that the people of Loen loved the most.

This Feysac-flavored eggnog was totally unworthy of its name, and should have been called Loen's special sweet water. Edward pushed it to the other side of the table, poured a glass of boiled water and paired it with the soft egg pancakes, and it took several sips before he felt his taste buds recover.

In the dessert area, sweet soup is quite popular, and you can often see Loen gentlemen or ladies going there to get it.

The flavor of Feysac... Edward chewed the muffin and tried to recall in his mind that the last time he lived in Feysac for a long time was before Roselle landed, which was almost three hundred years ago, and the short trip to Feysac was the most recent thing, which was almost fifty years ago.

When he was considering which country to settle in, he went to this country that believed in the God of War and stayed in a coastal city for decades, but then he decided not to stay there. He felt that there was not much change compared to three hundred years ago, and Lunburg and Feynaport were too small, so it was not convenient to forge documents and identities many times, so he finally chose Loen.

The brewing industry in Feysac is very developed, because the north is cold and people need strong liquor to warm themselves up.

The best match for flavored eggnog is pan-fried highland goat chops, with lamb chops and lamb shoulders being the best. This is a staple food used to supplement calories, usually seasoned with cooking wine and thyme. The processing method is relatively rough, but it is very delicious, with the unique rough style of Feysac.

Eggnog is a low-alcohol drink specially modified for foreign guests. It retains the delicate and sweet taste of steamed eggs. It is made by steaming and fermenting cream, yak milk, cinnamon and nutmeg.

Although the taste and mouthfeel have been improved to make it more acceptable to tourists with different tastes, the purity of the alcohol has not actually been reduced much. Three glasses are equivalent to drinking a bottle of Nepos.

Edward chewed his muffin and looked up at the dessert area to see if there were any other foods he liked, such as tiramisu and crepe cake. Then he saw a man taking a glass of eggnog and walking towards him happily.

The devil paused while chewing his food, and he almost couldn't see the man's face because a huge cobra was wrapped around him, squeezing his upper body and shoulders. The snake's head was pressed against his shoulders, as if it was swallowing its prey, and its sharp fangs were shaking in front of his heart.

"...Talim."

Even without the sound to contrast, Edward called out his name accurately.

The young man, smiling happily, immediately nodded in response: "Hello again, Mr. Vaughan!"

"I went to the theater yesterday and found that your play was being rehearsed. I bought a ticket for the premiere, but my savings only allowed me to watch it from the eighth row. So, what is your play about? Is it based on anecdotes from historical wars?"

Then, he saw the sugar water pushed to the corner of the table: "Do you like this too? I don't think Feysac would have this flavor."

"No, that's too sweet."

Edward denied it, then smiled and said, "This time it's a story about love, which is a new challenge for me." He glanced at the cobra on Talim's body and added, "You don't have to ask me now, you will know when you watch the play."

“Then I’m looking forward to it.”

Talim seemed particularly excited today, his face flushed. He didn't hear Edward's hidden intention to send him away, but seemed to want to chat more. He took a sip of the eggnog he was holding, his face flushed, I don't know if it was because of happiness or alcohol:
"Do you know how it feels to really like someone?"

Edward raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

However, Talim seemed to have the answer in his heart. He lowered his voice but said excitedly: "You have not remarried and have kept the ring. You are really a gentleman who is loyal to marriage and love."

"...You're too kind." Edward immediately began to act. Leaving scars and not marrying was a decision they had made after discussing. Since the out-of-control puppet had so successfully played the role of a demon who had initially regained his humanity and love, it was natural to make good use of all factors. The demon organized his words and said regretfully in a very natural and true-to-life manner, "My wife is unique to me."

"She was fierce, beautiful and bold, and I haven't seen anyone like her since she died."

"She sounds like a blooming flower. She is such a beautiful lady that you can't help but want to get close to her." Talim was moved. He held the sugar water and said, "Excuse me, she must be very dazzling when she smiles. Is it because you have seen such a lady that you can't spare the space in your heart to accept the next one?"

Edward smiled and replied, "Yes. She is the only one who has the courage to approach me."

The courage to approach? Talim looked at this gentle gentleman curiously. He didn't quite understand what this sentence meant, but he was already a little excited and just wanted to express what was in his heart quickly:

"Speaking of which, Mr. Vaughan, I have at last found a lady whom I truly love."

He smiled happily, as if immersed in a sweet love affair: "She is a beautiful and quiet girl, pretty and simple, like a light-colored deep-sleeping flower. Just looking at her profile, I can feel calm inside. She sits quietly in the garden, and the garden becomes her background. Her every move touches my heart, and when I see her smile, I feel that the world is so beautiful. God, when I see her depressed, my heart seems to be cut by a knife. Every time at this time, I wish I could help her share some of the pain, but I also hope that her sorrow will last a little longer, because only then will she open her heart to me. I want to wipe away her tears, but I am not qualified because she did not choose me."

Edward listened to the other party's sudden long speech as if he was listening to a story, as if he had used all his life's language attainments in this moment.

There was no way. People who fell in love were always so sentimental. His tone already sounded like he was chanting poetry. Edward felt that if he put a lyre in Talim's hands now, maybe he would learn music on the spot without any instruction and improvise a beautiful love song.

But when he heard the last sentence, he was suddenly stunned and asked in disbelief: "She didn't choose you?"

Then what are you laughing at here?
"Yes, I'm sorry, but I'm not sad."

Love makes people blind and foolish. Mr. Talim, who used to have high emotional intelligence and intelligence, could not sense Edward's intention at all today. He still blushed and said happily, "She deserves better. She is too perfect a girl. I can't give her the best."

Witch... Edward listened to this politely, stared at the snake head on his body for two seconds, and responded: "You are right."

Talim smiled broadly: "As expected, you understand me."

"It always makes me happy to talk to you. Thank you for listening to all my immature words. I should go now. I have classes in the afternoon."

After glancing at the wall clock, the equestrian coach woke up as if from a dream and hurried to leave. Edward did not stop him, and he quickened his pace to the corner of the restaurant, while he continued to eat his plain egg pancakes slowly.

At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from behind, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground. After two seconds of silence, there were screams of women and panicked footsteps and shouts of men. Edward turned his head slightly and saw that Talim, who was still talking happily in front of him a minute ago, had fallen to the ground, and the huge black snake on his body, which was transformed by the witch's curse, disappeared without a trace.

he died.

The waiter had already notified the church and the police station. One of the diners squatted down to check on Talim's condition and shook his head silently, indicating that he no longer needed to call an ambulance.

The demon had no interest in this, and didn't even bother to look back. He sat in his seat, regretting that he hadn't left a few minutes earlier, and began to think about what to say in his confession to express his sorrow.

"I feel very sad." Edward muttered to himself in a voice that no one could hear, and sighed naturally with a sad expression, "Mr. Talim was so young, and his future still had countless possibilities, but because of... cardiac arrest? Died young, I really..."

He sighed again, not wanting to continue. He looked at his own reflection on the metal edge of the table, recited a few lines, and then pressed his eyebrows down to better express his sadness.

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In the evening, after returning home from get off work at the office, Mr. Jurgen Cooper took a public carriage back to his residence, but did not open the door and go in immediately. Instead, he walked a little further and came to No. 15 Minsk Street.

He frowned and stared at the dark mansion, feeling something was wrong. The sign on the door that said "Absent Owner" had been hanging for two or three days, swaying in the wind. The newspapers that Detective Sherlock Moriarty had ordered had filled the mailbox, but Sherlock still hadn't returned.

The whereabouts of private detectives are often very random because they often need to do things like staking out and tracking.

Jurgen knew this, so he was not too surprised by Mr. Sherlock's sudden disappearance. But the grandmother, whose symptoms were alleviated by Sherlock's medicine, kept asking the kind young man to come for dinner again, so Jurgen took this matter to heart. Because the winter was getting colder, for the sake of the grandmother, they would soon leave Backlund and go to the relatively warm coastal area.

Besides, it was only two days, so it couldn't constitute a missing person case, and there was no peculiar smell, so he couldn't file a case at the Sivellas Field... Jurgen thought like a lawyer. He stopped for a while, turned around and walked towards his home, where Mrs. Doris was still waiting for him to go back for dinner.

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When the red moon reached the zenith, the body lying at the entrance of Room 15, Minsk Street, suddenly changed.

Then, the miracle of resurrection occurred, and the breath of life slowly enveloped this pulseless body.

The stagnant heart gradually regained its vitality and began to contract and beat slowly. Driven by the heart, the stagnant blood began to flow again after dozens of hours. The pale skin color gradually showed the red color of a living person, and the dead muscles became soft again.

If a heart rate monitor was connected at this time, it would be found that the straight heartbeat of Klein Moretti, who had been dead for two days, actually had a slight fluctuation. Then the fluctuation became larger and larger, and in just a few seconds the heartbeat quickly went from being undetectable to being strong and robust.

Finally, when he reached a critical point, Klein suddenly choked and opened his eyes abruptly.

“Ah…Ah!”

Klein, who had just been resurrected, had not yet accurately grasped his current situation. He moved his fingers instinctively, and when his fingertips touched a cool and smooth glass object in his hand, he suddenly regained consciousness.

Captain... Captain Dunn... Klein took a few deep breaths and slowly raised his head.

He saw the red moonlight falling in the distance, as if in another world. He didn't even have much joy of surviving a disaster, only the fear and dread of facing the devil before death. Because he had maintained the same posture for a long time, Klein felt that his thighs and back had completely lost consciousness and were cold.

Who would have thought that Edward Vaughn was actually the demon who helped the evil god "True Creator" descend to Tingen?

Who would have thought that He was from the same hometown?

He was careless, too careless. Edward Vaughn attacked him without hesitation, but his vigilance was lowered to the limit because of his "fellow countryman". He had the devil Jason Belia as a precedent, but he never thought that the other party might just be in disguise!
I actually believed in a devil!
This oversight was fatal, and he indeed paid with his life.

Klein had mixed feelings. He was grateful for the special ability of the gray fog space. He was also very lucky this time and did not die. However, he had no idea whether such magical power would be enough to kill him a few more times.

He tried hard to turn over, sit up straight, and calm his heartbeat and breathing. Klein picked up the glass bottle in his hand and saw that it was gray inside, so he tried to transfer some spirituality into it. He immediately felt that he had established a very strong connection with the glass bottle and the soul inside the glass bottle. He felt that he could completely control Dunn's soul. He only needed a thought to completely wipe out this spirit. He was sure that he could still control the other party's thoughts. Even if he gave an order that went against the other party's nature, he would definitely obey.

After understanding all of this, Klein immediately let go of it and put it aside. He raised his vigilance to the highest level in his mind, not daring to touch the wonderful and terrifying feeling of being able to completely control a person's life and soul.

Is this the power of the devil? No, the devil will develop different abilities based on its own characteristics. Jason Belia is no longer a reference. It should be said that this is the power of "Edward Vaughn"... Control? Capture? Or something else? How did He kill me?
Why did He want to kill me? Was it because of the gray fog, or because I predicted Him? He didn't do it at that time, but only came to visit me suddenly later. It seems that He knew what the gray fog was...

This sudden death made Klein sober up as if he was thrown into ice water. He was caught off guard and saw a horrifying corner of the extraordinary world. He suddenly realized that he was actually the same as Roselle. He relied on the gray fog or human civilization knowledge to have some contempt for the rules of this world. This incident made him realize that he could no longer have too high a liking for anyone or anything. If the biggest feeling he had after the Tingen incident was the powerlessness caused by his own weakness, then now it was pure fear, panic, and helplessness. He even didn't even have the idea of ​​struggling because of the huge gap in strength.

Klein just wanted to lie down now.

Killing Ince Zangwill, who had become a demigod, was already a distant goal. Is revenge on an angel really something a sane Sequence Seven should consider right now?

I don’t want to move, I don’t want to struggle. It won’t be any harder for Him to crush me to death a hundred times than to step on an ant, and the resurrection ability I can rely on might not work the next time... Why, why do I always encounter things like this...

Is it because of the gray fog? I don't want that thing at all. If that's the root of everything, whoever wants it can take it!

It doesn’t matter who takes it, as long as I can go back. I want to go home… Klein covered his eyes with the back of his hand and rubbed them vigorously.

The glass bottle shook, making a loud noise in the silent room. Klein looked down and saw Dunn's blurry face floating on the glass bottle, looking worriedly at the resurrected and depressed stranger.

This time, Klein heard what Dunn said:
"Are you ok?"

…Klein wiped his face even harder and forced a smile, “Yeah.”

Yes, there is also the captain. The captain might still be saved. Miss Daly must still be grieving over the captain's death. Tingen's revenge has not yet been taken. I can't be depressed now... Even if I can't take revenge on Edward Vaughn, I must at least do my best and do something.

Klein encouraged himself and regained some energy.

He took off the topaz pendant from his wrist and divined "safe tonight", and received a positive answer. His tense nerves finally relaxed, and Klein stood up with all his strength, went to the bathroom to simply wash his body, and then endured his tiredness and returned to the living room.

The weather was cold, but as soon as Klein lay down in bed, he felt fatigue overwhelming him. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

TBC
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Klein, resurrected!

(End of this chapter)