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

Chapter 128 Leaving and Investigation

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At the beginning of losing the Sequence One trait, the Decayed King was more or less depressed.

This feature was only obtained less than half a month ago, and I was forced to cut off my tail and survive. I just finished the passionate exchange with the remaining spirit of Fabuti inside and left my mark. But the god had to bow his head under the barrier. Moreover, although it was not impossible, he could not kill the goddess of night now.

After a brief emotional fluctuation, the Decayed King regained his composure. He was not an ordinary angel. Under the premise that he had sealed the power of level 0, he did not need to collect three copies of Sequence One and Uniqueness as required by the ritual to ascend to the True God. He only needed one copy of Sequence One (which he already had) and Uniqueness. If discarding a dispensable Sequence One could reduce his risk level, then he would make a profit.

Thinking carefully, this is probably the reason why no one has taken care of Suea so far. The missing "prisoner" sequence one characteristic is most likely in the hands of the seven gods. It is precisely because I know that Suea cannot become a true god that I am not worried - it is not a problem if he cannot become a god. And because the prisoner lacks this sequence one, I choose to take the path of the devil.

The projection had a limited existence. After the Decayed King had thought about it for a while, he began to recall and list the current intelligence, analyzing the current situation and possible next steps:

"The Goddess of Night should have already convinced me that I am the Blessed One of the Mother Tree, and losing Sequence One is a big enough lesson for any angel. So, as long as I am careful and keep my tail between my legs during this period, I will be relatively safe if I don't continue to do anything."

"He is not clear about my authority and does not notice my projection that is still in the aftermath of the outside world."

"Thank you, Mother Tree."

"In this way, my plan will be successfully achieved. The True Creator will continue to regard me as a remnant of the Old Ones, while in the eyes of the Seven Gods and the Church, I am a favored one of the Outer Gods, with the same status as Sua. As long as I do not relax the pollution of the True Creator, this information gap will not be discovered. Well, Sua is not dead, which shows how big the rift between the Seven Gods is. So I have nothing to worry about at the moment. At worst, I will go to the South Continent."

"There is only one difficulty. I have a feeling that a man-made disaster will appear in Backlund, and now the night has driven me to the hidden town. How can I get out reasonably and return to Backlund during that time?"

"I'm an Outer God's Favored One, Sequence One. There's no reason why I can't get out. It's indeed troublesome to exploit the secret loopholes of the True God level, but I can find an opportunity. I'll just be locked up for a few days, and then I'll go out directly."

As he spoke, Amon had already "packed" the house. An owl stood on the open window with a glass bottle in its mouth, revealing the relatively simple decoration of the mansion, which was covered with dust. The house had been vacant for as long as he had lived here, at least twenty years.

The Decayed King suddenly said, "Amon. I am the focus of attention now. You should probably return to the Amon group as soon as possible."

Amon was stunned. He touched his silver crystal monocle with gold wire, and the shell wind chime he had just bought but had not yet hung up. He was somewhat incredulous, and even had a dull and slightly painful expression, as if he had secretly played with toys in class and had them confiscated by the head teacher.

"Ok."

He was somewhat disappointed, but still agreed.

They had already discussed a way to return to the Amon group. The typist had been isolated from the world for nearly two hundred years by the Outer Gods, and had long been crossed off the Amon list, but every Amon had his own corresponding fate. If he suddenly returned to the group, perhaps all the Amons he met would be able to see that this was a strange fate with no future.

Therefore, the solution is to simply not disguise, forge, or deceive, and let the typist replace the fate of Amon, a deceiving mentor of the same Sequence 3, and go back openly.

"I won't be in the outside world for the time being. You can find an opportunity to continue to act with Owl, stay in the house and move slowly towards the target we locked on before, the city librarian who lives in East Chester County."

"You can wait for me to come out before you do it, or you can try to kill the other self yourself. I don't know when I can get out."

"Kill another self?"

I haven't been with other Amons for a long time, so it's a little hard for me to think of other Amons as myself. Do they like shells? Do they like accessories made of crystals and diamonds? Do they like flying chess and stories from the Old World? Do they understand my thoughts and hobbies?

After thinking about it for a long time, the typist shook his head and said, "I'll wait for you."

"Because only the entity has the power to deal with us."

The Decayed King looked at him, feeling the turmoil of emotions, and finally said, "Okay."

"Considering that I am just a projection, I may have to discount the blessing I promised you. This will further hone your acting skills. Don't worry, no matter what, your original body will not be able to see any signs of your incoherent fate."

The typist hesitated, his expression suddenly tense, but he still lowered his head: "Okay."

The Outer God nodded, and his body dissipated into spiritual light and fell on Amon. Amon didn't feel any changes, but he felt that his attributes in all aspects seemed to have been slightly improved.

At the last second before the Outer God disappeared, he felt something in his heart and couldn't help but whispered, "Until now, I have only touched the surface of things that seem to be true, which is far from the so-called human nature."

"Do you think I really understand what it means to be human?"

The Outer God glanced at him, then turned his head away expressionlessly: "Possibility does not represent destiny, no need to ask me."

"That is your future. If you don't walk your own path, who can see it?"

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When Leonard entered the Red Gloves team base, the others had already arrived one after another. Soster held an action plan and discussed with several Red Gloves around a desk by the wall to see if there were any loopholes.

"Leonard, I've been waiting for you. I'm about to go on a search mission. How are you doing?"

In the dark church, Leonard didn't have to worry about his voice being discovered. He pulled his collar and smiled. "I'm fine. Captain Soest, how long will it take for us to set off?"

Seeing his team members become much calmer, Soster was in a good mood and nodded, "Eight minutes later. Alyssa is withdrawing the seals needed for this mission." After that, he reminded, "Although it is a search, we must remain extremely vigilant. There is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen."

"I see."

After all, this mission actually involves a Level 1 Sealed Item, so you can imagine how much hidden danger there is. This type of mission is the most difficult to do. If you can't find out anything, it's almost considered a mission failure. But if you do find out something, it's very likely that you'll immediately establish a connection with some secret existence, a fatal connection. Therefore, you can't relax at all.

Leonard agreed briefly, and seeing that Soest continued to discuss with others, he consciously walked to the empty chair in the room and prepared to rest for a while.

At this moment, a tall and graceful figure came to Leonard's side, and her dress brushed his shoulders.

Leonard, who was staring at his feet with his head slightly lowered, knew who the visitor was. He raised his head and greeted his acquaintance without any surprise: "Good evening, Ms. Daly."

"Good evening, future 'Cesima'." Daly, who was beautiful and charming with blue eyeshadow, made a little joke and stood calmly beside Leonard and chatted with him casually, "What's wrong? You smell like a piece of wet moss. Is it raining outside?"

"Yes, it rained a little during the night and I got a little wet on the way here."

Leonard shrugged his shoulders, allowing Daly to see a palm-sized wet mark from his shoulders to his back. He half-jokingly said, "I definitely won't be able to use an umbrella when I go on a mission later. I'll have to take a nice hot bath when I get back, and wash all my clothes."

"I also need to light the fireplace. Otherwise, in Backlund right now, my coat and shirt might not dry for a week."

Daly nodded in agreement after hearing this. In Backlund's cold and damp winter, stoves were indispensable items that burned almost all day long. No wonder the parliament had been vigorously promoting smokeless charcoal to reduce pollution.

Then, she smiled and teased, "Mr. Mitchell, I suggest you prepare some clothes with special personality, which will help you find the lady you like and keep her heart." Ms. Daly! What are you talking about! Everyone is still here! - The word "personality" that Daly mentioned is not the one in everyday language, but a synonym with other meanings that is very characteristic of Daly.

Therefore, Leonard was immediately struck by lightning. He was terrified and frightened. All the goose bumps on his back were suddenly aroused, and waves of heat rushed from his spine to his cheeks.

Maybe it was because he was feeling guilty, but the red gloves who were chatting in groups around him immediately began to lose focus, and their eyes would drift towards them from time to time. Daley smiled and didn't care. Leonard tried to remain calm and continued to look down at his toes, counting the holes on the belt that fixed the boot cover. After a while, he calmed down a little and tried to explain to Daley:
"Ms. Daly, I think you misunderstood. I don't have a favorite lady, nor do I have any thoughts of attracting a favorite lady."

"I'm just trying to change myself, for example, in terms of my image."

He felt that he could no longer use Lady Cecima as an excuse, otherwise Daly's next sentence might be "So you want to pursue that man you like?" How is that possible? I'm not Butler Ikanser!

...Ah, I'm sorry, Deacon Ikanser, I'm not blaming you!

After saying this, Leonard was ready to be teased by Daly again, but he didn't expect the smile on Daly's face to gradually fade. She no longer looked at Leonard, but turned her head and stared at an empty corner.

After about ten seconds, Daly turned her head back and said to Leonard, "You have indeed changed a lot. If I had said this to you in Tingen, you would have jumped up immediately with a red face, then spoken unclearly and fell down with your left foot stepping on your right foot."

Tingen...

Time will take away some things, sadness and memories, but there are some exceptions. Even time cannot dim them. These things will pierce the heart like a needle or a nail, deeper and deeper, until they become an unspoken secret.

The wound appears to have healed, but fresh blood will always flow out when it is touched.

Leonard's expression also became a little lonely. He stared at his feet, as if he was trying to find the sixth hole in his belt.

Then he heard Daly smile mischievously: "Of course, young Mr. Mitchell may not understand at all and just stare at me with innocent eyes. Sure enough, you have made great progress in other areas."

...Ms. Daly——!!!
This sentence immediately extinguished the small flame of sorrow that had just risen in Leonard's heart. Just as Pallez burst into laughter in Leonard's mind, Soest, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation of the players, stood up in time, coughed lightly, and saved the extremely embarrassed Leonard:
"Time is up."

"The seal is in place, let's go now."

Hearing this, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, and Soest's back immediately became infinitely taller in his heart.

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Ten minutes later, the Night Watchmen arrived outside the target house.

"The resident of 5 King Street, Cherwood District is suspected to be a demon-related person." Leonard hid in the darkness, recalling the contents of the anonymous report letter. Strictly speaking, the letter was ridiculously short, with only this one sentence, but it contained a lot of information.

Under normal circumstances, such letters would not be paid special attention to. Night watchmen would only be dispatched to observe and investigate the source of the report letter. Perhaps they could find out that it was a cult member fighting against each other. However, this is a special period. The serial murders and the assassination of the Duke by the "Apostle of Desire" and his accomplices are still vivid in people's minds. When Archbishop St. Anthony saw the report letter from the devil-related person, he decided to send the Red Gloves to investigate after finishing the ceremony of praying to the goddess.

It is not certain whether the "person involved" is a "devil" for the time being, so Sost did not apply for the right to use the silver armor at the first time. What's more, this item makes too much noise when used, and it is impossible to use it without first evacuating the residents within hundreds of meters around.

Soest sent the message of the start of the operation to the Red Gloves through dreaming. The Level 1 seal began to work, the whole villa and the surrounding environment became hazy, and the Red Gloves felt more relaxed.

According to the plan, a "nightmare" took the lead. His figure twisted and quietly appeared on the steps, on the side where the door bearing was located, he leaned against the wall and stuck to it tightly, like a shadow.

The door of the villa slowly opened, revealing the dark interior of the house. Thick dust accumulated on the floor and furniture. If it wasn't a dream, the red gloves could have imagined the dust rising when the door was opened. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

Although there is a lot of dust here, it is very, very clean.

There were no footprints, no fingerprints, no signs of any activity, and the dust was evenly thick, as if even the wind had never come in.

"There are fresh scratches on the windowsill."

After confirming that there was no one inside and no one around secretly observing, a man with red gloves spoke out a reminder.

"It may just be a trace left by an ordinary bird or animal." Soest saw the shallow scratch, and although he didn't take it seriously, he still said, "Take this trace away intact after leaving the dream." He meant to take down the windowsill.

The Red Gloves entered the house one after another to investigate, but there was really no trace other than dust in this two-story villa, so they came out soon after entering with nothing.

"Nothing at all?"

After the investigation, Soest couldn't help but frown in his dream: "Either the report letter is lying, or the other party noticed that we left first. Considering that they are related to the devil, my guess is inclined to the latter."

The Red Gloves also said they had no other opinions.

Leonard frowned and whispered a few words, then listened attentively, and finally said to Soest hesitantly:

"Captain Soest, this house has been in disrepair for a long time. If it were in a small city or a holiday villa in the countryside, it would probably have been uninhabited for decades."

"But this is Backlund. If a villa with a prime location and aimed at wealthy businessmen and nobles has been abandoned for so long, the residents nearby must have common sense about it."

Soest nodded: "Go on."

"I mean..." Leonard scratched his head, looking somewhat confused and annoyed. "Captain, I can't explain this feeling."

"I have a guess. If the report letter is not a lie and there is indeed someone living here, then he may really live in this house."

Seeing that all his colleagues had puzzled expressions, Leonard quickly finished his words: "At the same time, he doesn't live in this room... Oh, I don't know how to put it! He does live in the house, but not on the floor where these furniture are?"

"Maybe it's like... the spirit world? Same coordinates, but in a different dimension?"

After Leonard finished speaking, he saw his colleagues looking at him with either surprise or admiration, and Captain Soest looked at him approvingly.

At the same time, he also heard an old but slightly happy hum in his mind.

TBC
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Seeing that the typist and Leonard have made progress, I am really pleased. Very pleased!

(End of this chapter)