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

Chapter 121 Gift
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After a moment of confusion, Klein shook his head, letting the sadness, sorrow and loss disappear from his sight temporarily. He reached into his pocket and clenched the glass bottle. He felt Dunn's soul sleeping, and the familiar coolness gradually made him regain his composure.

I may not be able to attend Talim's funeral. Edward is also very familiar with Talim and will most likely attend. If I go, it will probably become a collective funeral. It's too suspicious to watch from afar. Maybe I can only mourn him in my heart.

No matter how sad it is, there is still more to do in life.

For example, there is something that is also waiting to be resolved: today is Monday, and the Tarot Club will start as usual in the afternoon.

A meeting had to be held the next day after he came back to life. This kind of thing actually happened again.

Emlyn hadn't returned yet. It was time for dinner, and Klein's stomach growled a few times. After a while, Father Utravsky temporarily ended his prayer, turned his head and looked at the wall clock engraved with the Mother Goddess's emblem, and said as if waking up from a dream, "It's already twelve o'clock."

The priest stood up and looked at Klein. "Nice to see you again, my friend. You seem hungry. If you don't mind, you can come to the private restaurant behind the church."

Klein was thinking about where to go for lunch. When he heard the priest invite him to have lunch together, he immediately smiled. He put the newspaper aside, stood up and straightened his clothes: "Thank you."

Since Emlyn was not there, the church had to be empty, so the priest showed him the way to the restaurant and sat back down, beginning to recite the scriptures of Mother Earth in a low voice.

The Harvest Church was not very big. Klein walked around the back twice and found the kitchen and dining room. There were fresh meat and vegetables on the cabinets, and there was a trace of cold water vapor on the vegetables. It seemed that the Harvest Church should have its own supply channels, so the priest did not have to go out to buy them. But there was not much food. It seemed that there was only enough for one person per day. It was probably because Emlyn White was a vampire and did not eat on weekdays.

Klein boiled a pot of water and fried a steak for himself while the water was boiling. He paired it with some vegetables and a fried egg, and a simple lunch with enough calories was ready. After pouring the water, Klein ate slowly while he began to think.

He suddenly thought of an idea just now. The "blasphemy card" made by Emperor Roselle has anti-divination properties. Using the "Black Emperor Card" with the gray fog's position, the paper angel made may be able to withstand most divination temptations.

Accordingly, you may have to go above the gray fog at least once a day to prevent the effect of "Angel's Embrace" from being disconnected.

Going directly into the gray fog probably wouldn't be concealed enough. Maybe I need to go in a circle and perform a ritual to summon myself, to give myself the "Angel's Embrace"... And this is just a guess. Maybe the "Angel's Embrace" won't have any effect at all, and I will still suddenly die one day... But there is no other way now. As long as there is still a chance, I must try it anyway.

The church should be safe, right?
The Church of the Earth Mother is far away in Feynaport, so it shouldn’t care about a small church abroad, right? But Utravsky is a favored one of the Mother Goddess, so if I summon the evil god in the kitchen of the church, will he be sent back to the earth on the spot?
Klein nervously chanted "Praise the Mother Earth" a few times, then quickly summoned myself and responded to myself in one go. After leaping into the gray fog, he did not dare to delay at all. He looked at the Blasphemy Card at hand and prepared to bless himself as fast as possible.

At this moment, he was horrified to find that the "Black Emperor" card next to him had strangely turned over and rotated 90 degrees. Russell's face was facing up, and a pair of blue eyes seemed to be looking at him. Klein felt a chill on his back and quickly turned the "Black Emperor" over and placed it on his right hand as before.

Someone has been here... Did that person leave these traces to warn me? Klein was sweating profusely, but since he was already here, he had to bite the bullet and complete the ritual without any delay.

The cascading black wings descended, and the spiritual resonance made people intoxicated. However, Klein regained consciousness after a moment of confusion. He quickly ended the ceremony and returned to his body. The whole process took less than a minute.

Immersed in the spiritual resonance, he did not notice that a layer of black gauze fell on him and disappeared into his body.

I finally understood why Miss Justice and Mr. Sun respected me even more after receiving the Angel's Embrace... Klein woke up and recalled the feeling just now. He sat stiffly in the chair, not daring to move or even breathe.

After sitting there for about two minutes, he did not return to the earth, and Father Utravsky did not suddenly rush in with the Sword of Dawn to kill him. Klein gradually relaxed and wanted to praise the Mother Goddess a few more times, but he was afraid of being discovered by the Mother Goddess, so he had to shut his mouth in disappointment.

I cleared the table and washed the dishes. The priest had already treated me for free, so I couldn't just not do the post-meal processing.

The priest was still reciting the scriptures silently, and did not react when he saw him coming back. He looked around and saw a dark figure running towards him from afar. The vampire Emlyn White was running towards him quickly with a suitcase in his arms, and one of his hands was blocking the sunlight from his face.

Looks like I'm lucky... Klein smiled.

He entered the room, first looking for Father Utravsky's position, and then quickly approached. Klein stood two meters to the left, and Emlyn stood one meter to the right, closer. Emlyn was only now starting to be alert, and Klein found it a little funny, but the Sequence 6 Warrior Path really made people feel safer. The priest acted as if he hadn't seen anything, and let the two of them stand on the left and right like door gods.

Klein smiled and said:
"Let me verify first whether they are the two materials I need."

Emlyn White ran a hand through his hair, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and unfastened the secret button with a snap.

The “spiritual wall” then broke apart and turned into a breeze that passed through the prayer hall.

Klein, who had already opened his spiritual vision, immediately saw bursts of strange and brilliant light, which were the spiritual brilliance of many extraordinary characteristics.

There are two small boxes in the suitcase, one is made of white tin, with many patterns, simple and heavy, and the other is a pure paper box.

Emlyn held the black suitcase in one hand and opened the silvery but slightly dull tin box. The items inside looked like peeled walnuts, yellow-brown in color, with bumps and depressions like the texture of a brain.

As the candle flame flickered, its appearance kept changing. Sometimes it was gray and wrinkled, sometimes it was dark brown and extremely smooth, and sometimes it was a mixture of the two colors, outlining a "face" without facial features.

As soon as he saw it, Klein felt that the power of the potion that had been completely digested and integrated into his body was slightly moving, like a magnet encountering an opposite pole.

He used the ability of "Joker" to control his body and suppressed the feeling of mutual attraction. He already knew in his heart that it was the genuine mutated pituitary gland in the brain of the Thousand Faces Hunter.

It seems that what Emperor Roselle guessed in his diary is indeed possible. High-sequence items in the same path will intermittently and unconsciously attract mid- and low-sequence Beyonders to its vicinity, and they tend to gather together...

I didn’t notice it before. First, the corresponding Beyonder materials were of low grade. Second, my own strength was poor and the sequence was not enough… Oh, by the way, every time I digested the potion, an illusory starry sky seemed to appear around me, with many bright stars in it. They were pulling each other and trying to get closer… This might be the picture of the Beyonder characteristic “aggregation” law within the same path, and the greater the “mass”, the stronger the gravitational force…

So, would the extraordinary properties of similar roads conform to this law?
Klein recalled the records in Roselle's diary without changing his expression, and combined with his own experience of digesting the potion three times, he roughly determined the existence of a certain law.

Emlyn White glanced at him and saw that Klein's expression was normal, so he quickly closed the tin box and opened the paper box next to it.

The inside of the paper box is padded with dense cotton, and in the center lies a glass bottle that can hold 200 ml of liquid. Half of it is empty, and the rest is filled with viscous liquid that can change its color with the light.

"Any more questions?" Emlyn closed the box.

“Let me confirm again.” Klein took out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between his fingers, as if it had a life of its own.

Zheng!
The gold coin bounced up, then fell down, and spread out in Klein's palm.

This time, the portrait is facing upwards, indicating affirmation.

Klein nodded slightly and took out stacks of banknotes from different pockets of his clothes. There were 10-pound notes, 5-pound notes, and 1-pound notes.

“1650 pounds.” Klein piled the cash high and placed it on the table and chair next to him. “The 200 pounds you paid for me has already been added in.”

“Step back!” Since a large sum of money was involved, Emlyn still shouted cautiously.

Klein smiled, raised his hands, and stepped back a distance.

Emlyn approached cautiously and checked whether there was any white paper in the pile of cash. After counting it briefly, he threw the suitcase in his hand to the trading partner. Klein was startled, but he was agile and caught the suitcase with accurate judgment.

He was afraid that the glass bottle would break and the blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter would seep out.

Emlyn White took this opportunity to collect the banknotes and quickly retreated to the side of Father Utravsky.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully checked the amount and authenticity.

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but recall the scene just now, and suddenly felt a little ashamed:

He and Emlyn turned the Mother Earth Church into an arms or drug deal...

After confirming the status of the two materials, Klein snapped his fingers, lighting the matches he had specially separated from his pocket, and letting the suddenly rising red flames envelop him.

When the flames subsided, he had disappeared.

This was a method of transfer that Klein had thought of long ago. He didn't have to go out on the street or take a car, and he omitted many processes where his face might be exposed.

Next, he should go to the Hillston area to rent a house.

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Amon stared at a certain spot for a few seconds, feeling as if something was slipping through his fingers.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the sky, but caught nothing but air.

“It’s a little bit unlike… but what was just now was definitely the fluctuation of divination and prayer… There was a faint influence of ‘distortion’, and a little bit of ‘sun’? Could it be that a member of the secret society was praying to Zaratul? He has been insane for a long time, what can he respond to?”

"Or is it Pales? I have to avoid Him, but He should avoid me first. Unfortunately, I didn't see what the 'Midnight Poet' that He parasitized looked like, so he might not be the Midnight Poet anymore."

After lying on the windowsill for a while, Amon moved back to the sofa, picked up the Rubik's Cube worth millions, twisted it a few times, and instantly restored the six faces. He closed his eyes and scrambled the Rubik's Cube, then used his calculation ability to deduce the optimal solution, and found that it was exactly the same as the method he had studied for a week.

Amon narrowed his eyes and began to analyze in his mind:
My extraordinary ability is the same as the conclusion I came to after a week of regular research (and I only studied in my spare time, not thinking seriously). According to human logic, I extended the time it takes to solve something that can be solved in one second to a week. I seriously wasted time and reduced my efficiency, and it also proved that my thinking was useless. I should be sad now.

Do you want to cry like humans and feel that all your efforts are in vain?

No, there should be many ways to express sadness. It is said that some people will have a big meal when they are sad. So which way should I use?
No.

Am I really sad?

Amon hissed, and realized that he seemed to have grasped a key point. He fell back, sank into the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and the chandelier, and asked himself further:

Humans are sad because the fruits of their labor are denied, just like machines can replace humans. And I think it is incredible that "learning to think like humans" can get "the same answers as the code-decryption scholars".

Humans are sad because they feel they have wasted time, and the premise of wasting time is "time is limited". My time is unlimited, so why should I be sad that I have wasted time?

The mythical creature suddenly became clear-headed and it dawned on him: I shouldn’t be sad, I should be happy!

Amon figured it out and a smile immediately broke out on his face. He jumped up from the sofa, happily holding the perfectly restored Rubik's Cube and jumped directly onto the railing on the second floor and knocked on the door of Edward Vaughn's study.

A voice came from the door: "Come in."

Amon pushed the door open and saw Edward sitting by the French window, holding the leg of his glasses with one hand and a few pages of stapled paper with the other. He squinted his eyes and frowned, like an emoticon from the old days of "subway, old man, mobile phone".

Seeing Amon coming, Edward put on his glasses, controlled his facial expression, turned around and asked him, "What's the matter?"

A restored three-order Rubik's Cube was brought to His eyes. Amon smiled widely:

"I did it."

"I restored it by myself. No, I restored it by thinking like a human. I didn't use any extraordinary abilities."

Edward raised his eyebrows, took the Rubik's Cube, looked at it carefully, and nodded slightly.

"How do you feel right now?"

"I think I should be happy now." Amon said with a smile, "I set limits for myself, spent some time, and got the results I wanted, so I feel happy."

"Don't you think it's futile?"

"I don't feel that way. On the contrary, I kind of understand why you think 'human beings originally have unlimited possibilities'."

This answer made Eduardo look at Amon. He put the Rubik's Cube into the drawer beside him, with a slightly more relaxed and happy expression on his face. He asked the proud Amon in front of him: "What reward do you want?"

"I want to eat 'Chinese cakes' again, like osmanthus cake and seafood porridge."

It seems that the previous food left a deep impression on Amon. Although he prefers spicy food, he was still conquered by Chinese food. This is not difficult to achieve. Edward nodded: "Okay."

Amon showed a look of delight, and noticed that the other party had something to do, so he happily left the study and closed the door.

After he left, the study returned to silence. Edward adjusted his mindset and picked up the letter and documents on his lap again.

The letter begins:

"I'm sorry to bother you with this matter, teacher. I think his experiments and ideas have great potential for improvement. I hope you can take a look at his latest research report."

On the cover of the document were some sloppy handwriting, with some dirt on the paper:
"Record of Experiments on Hybridization of Broiler Chickens and Apple Trees".

TBC
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All gifts from the gods are clearly priced, waiting for the day to be collected.

(End of this chapter)