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

Chapter 130 Small Town Drama
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The Night Goddess really has a big opinion of me.

Edward thought expressionlessly, it's almost as big as the Eternal Blazing Sun. Is it necessary? Just because I killed a Sequence 7 Favored One of Him? And I'm a Favored One of the Outer Gods?
Well, it was also because Klein seemed to be the heir of Sefirah Castle and one of the candidates for the Lord of Mysteries. It was a pity that I killed him. Ha, it seems that the Goddess of Night finally waited for the candidate she needed and wanted to cultivate a candidate for the Mysteries who would stand on her side.

I can't live in Backlund anymore. It's such a hassle. I've done so many identity documents and have lived a peaceful life for so many years.

The secret town seems to be near the Sea of ​​War of Gods. I might as well move directly to the sea or the southern continent and live there for a while after I get out.

However, I underestimated the enemy by not leaving Backlund immediately. If I had left earlier, I wouldn't be in this passive situation. Of course, being in a passive situation is also a good thing. The Goddess of Night can beat me or kill me, but if she comes openly, I will have a chance to escape. If "She" does nothing, I should be more vigilant. But I'd better not go to the Southern Continent. I just had a fight with Fabuti. If "She" finds out that I'm missing a Sequence One, there is a high probability that the Mother Tree of Desire will knock on my door in the middle of the night.

First, I have to leave before the New Year, and then, I'd better live on the sea for a while...

Edward tapped the table with his hands, trying not to make any sound so as not to attract the attention of the secret dolls outside.

Some time passed, the waiting time exceeded twelve hours, and it should be daytime outside by now, but the red moon was still not dimmed at all.

The Goddess of Night was clearly not letting herself go out.

But Edward did not intend to continue wasting time here with the night. He was not even sure whether the flow rate in the secret town was the same as that in the outside world. After all, he could not even communicate with the spiritual world here, and the power of the Kingdom of God was greatly reduced.

When his biological clock told him that it was almost noon outside, Edward pushed the door and walked out.

As soon as I went out, I ran into a male secret doll with a Northern Continent appearance. He had soft features and ancient clothes. He looked like a native of the Kingdom of Night.

Edward casually glanced around, and at the same time, all the secret dolls turned their heads at the same time, their bodies did not move, and their faces remained in the same state as before, with some smiling, some angry, and all kinds of expressions.

“He” didn’t react much, pretending that he didn’t see it. Then he smiled and said hello to the local secret puppet of the Country of Darkness standing one meter in front of him:
“si-a-li”

“He” spoke slowly and steadily, his breath hoarse and deep, and he had mastered the pronunciation essence of the “imitation of the roar of a demon wolf” in the Country of Darkness dialect perfectly.

The local male puppet paused for half a second, and the stiff and creepy smile on his face softened and became natural and gentle: "si-a-li"

So it is really important to learn a foreign language well.

One third of the puppets turned their heads, and some people on the street started to move again, but the remaining two thirds remained standing, maintaining motionless expressions and movements, staring at Edward quietly like a statue.

The Puppet Master will set an identity and personality for each puppet, and let them play this role. I am willing to play along with them, so their controller, the half-paralyzed Fool, has also entered the acting mode. It seems that there will still be foreign visitors in the Kingdom of Night in the past... Edward smiled unchanged, and continued to speak in the dialect of the Kingdom of Night that he had just deciphered in a friendly manner:

"Thank the Mother of Heaven for your sleep yesterday, praise Her, praise this night."

——This seems to be one of the daily greetings in the Kingdom of Night. Another special greeting is "May he get what he wants on the top of the mountain."

The local puppet smiled even more, and his movements became smoother and more natural: "Nice to meet you, far-away person."

I haven't heard this phrase before. It probably means "a guest from afar" or "someone from afar."

Is it my identity as a "visitor" that triggers a new conversation? Ah, it really feels a bit like a role-playing game...

In such a dangerous role-playing game, only gods with great skills and courage can remain calm and even find a bit of fun in it.

"Yes, thank you."

"I—want to go to the church and pray."

While Edward tried his best to spell out a sentence fluently using the words he had just learned, he secretly observed the movements of the secret dolls around him. He saw that most of the secret dolls had entered the acting state, but there were still a few that were motionless like reefs in the tide.

They are surrounded by people who are "talking" to them. The other party talks to themselves, greets or says goodbye on their own, and seems to be completely unaffected.

So Antigonus had been rehearsing a play?

The deepest memory of this demon wolf is actually the daily life that happened on a certain day in the Kingdom of Darkness. It is truly an outlier among mythical creatures.

This thought flashed through Edward's mind. He saw the local secret doll in front of him turn sideways enthusiastically, pointing at a church whose outline could be seen in the distance, and said proudly:
"That's the Church of Mother Heaven."

"You go there to pray - devoutly - and bless, and the Lord of the Night will grant you beautiful dreams and peace."

"You--you young man, wouldn't you--visit the world on the top of the mountain?"

The top of the mountain is the world of the dead, and the local secret doll even made a joke. It seems that his personality should be hospitable.

Edward readily agreed: "Okay, I will be pious, thank you."

After saying this, He said goodbye to the secret doll, then looked forward and strode towards the church which was several hundred meters away.

And just as He turned around and revealed His back, the expression of the local secret doll who had just smiled and nodded to Him suddenly froze, becoming dull and creepy again, with His raised hand hanging stiffly in the air.

If a horizontal line was drawn from Edward's position at this moment, where he walked, the middle-aged woman who was hanging clothes to dry, the child running around with a ball, the young woman chatting and laughing on the street, and the young man walking on the road with daily necessities, all stopped what they were doing at the same time, turned their heads stiffly, stared at Edward's back, and approached him silently.

What Edward saw before his eyes was still the vibrant drama of people's lives at night.

What a hassle...

Edward pretended to know nothing. When he was only about a hundred meters away from the church, he approached the nearest passerby in front of him and greeted her: "Hello."

Hundreds of secret puppets following behind Him stopped in their tracks.

The passerby was a young girl, holding a basket of half-cut clothes. The girl's clothes were also in the style of the Kingdom of Night, but the clothes in her hands would probably never be made properly.

The girl covered her face with her hands, tilted her head shyly and said, "Hello, sir."

"Can I see the thing in your hand? Okay?"

"Okay, okay." The girl turned her head away, took a step back, and handed the basket over. "Please take a look."

Edward took the basket, picked up the cut fabrics, and looked at the needles and threads one by one, with a serious expression. From time to time, he searched the dialect database of the Kingdom of Night that he had just built to find a few words to praise the other party's ingenuity and skill, and acted with the girl's secret doll to confuse the secret doll behind. Then, He picked up the scissors, looked at them carefully, and suddenly pierced his palm with them.

The girl was stunned. Edward leaned over and gently stroked her face with his bloody palm: "Thank you, beautiful girl." "Now, please help me."

The girl's secret doll showed a shy and beautiful smile.

Its smile split, splitting to the back of its head, and its bloody mouth opened wide. Its body quickly mutated into a bloated and twisted piece of meat, emitting a joyful roar, and the pollution spread in the opposite direction along its spiritual body line, and then the spiritual body line was instantly broken. This polluted puppet was abandoned by half of the fools, and it became a demon puppet. It used its newly born arms and the bloated abdomen that was like a tumor to crawl and pounce on the crowd of secret puppets behind it.

Edward took off his tattered and bloodstained coat and threw it into the secret doll. The demon blood on it instantly contaminated the dozens of secret dolls that touched it. A strange melee broke out in the quiet Kingdom of Night and intensified.

Just when the melee was at its most intense, a dark cloud seemed to appear out of nowhere and covered the moon. The street was suddenly empty, with only a tattered coat lying on the ground.

Edward whistled happily, wrapped himself in the prototype of the kingdom of God, and then walked quickly into the church.

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After chatting with Mike and Allen for a long time, Klein finally found a chance to leave. To be honest, he knew little about Talim, so he could only listen during the conversation. However, Allen and Mike mentioned something that cheered him up, which was that Edward Vaughn did not attend the funeral and seemed to have moved away.

"King Street in Cherwood has been cordoned off because of problems with the sewer and gas pipes, which are being repaired."

Allen said: "I passed by there on my way here this morning and wanted to ask Mr. Vaughan to go with me, but I found that No. 5 had been blocked off and I didn't know where he had gone."

Edward left? It's incredible. Why would an angel like him suddenly leave Backlund? Could it be that my anonymous report was really useful? The church's background is really unfathomable. Anyway, I may be safe now... Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

As Klein's thoughts flashed through his mind, the grief-stricken reporter Mike and surgeon Allen left one after another, and he left the cemetery at a moderate pace.

Just as he was looking around for a carriage for hire, a familiar carriage drove out from a hidden place and stopped in front of him.

Although the emblem on the black carriage was skillfully covered, Klein still recognized it as Prince Edessak's carriage at a glance. Silently, the door opened, and the old butler with meticulously combed hair came down and politely gestured to invite him in:
"His Royal Highness is waiting for you."

“Okay.” Klein didn’t feel guilty at all and entered the spacious and warm carriage.

Prince Edessak was wearing a dark blue coat with a large collar and a golden ribbon-like thing on his chest, which made him look extremely noble.

He stroked the diamond brooch, his narrow eyes sighing:
"Even when I attended a friend's funeral, I was restricted. I couldn't go there in person, I could only watch from a distance, and I could only send someone to lay flowers on my behalf. This is the lack of freedom of the royal family."

"If Talim's grandfather hadn't lost his title, you wouldn't have to be cautious." Klein followed Prince Edessak's gesture and sat down opposite him.

Edsak picked up the blood-red Ormir wine and said, "Alas, I originally planned to find an opportunity to help Talim's father restore a certain title, but unfortunately..."

He did not delve into the topic and asked:
"Sherlock, did you receive that package?"

"Yes." Klein answered whatever was asked, and never gave too much description.

Edsak nodded slightly and said, "Any progress?"

"I used Talim's hair, flesh, and personal belongings to perform divinations several times, but the conclusion I got was that he died of a sudden heart attack." Klein used a smooth, emotionless narration to frantically imply things like "My sequence is not high," "My level is limited," "Although I am good at divination, the other party is more powerful," and "I definitely can't find out the truth."

Edsak showed an expression of disappointment that was difficult to conceal, and sighed:
"How do you plan to investigate next?"

"Start with the people Talim came into contact with and the places he visited a few days before his death." Klein answered according to the plan.

Edessak glanced at the old butler: "This will definitely involve coercion, interrogation and bribery. Hmm... give Sherlock 100 pounds as investigation funds."

"Yes, Your Highness." The old butler took out a stack of banknotes that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

Directly give 100 pounds as funding? Klein once again felt Prince Edessak's generosity.

"I'll try my best to investigate." He took the 100 pounds in cash and put it directly into his pocket without counting it.

"I hope we can let Talim rest in peace." Prince Edessak clenched his right fist and tapped his left chest.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the Crown Cemetery not far away.

He still has some affection for Talim... Klein sighed secretly and was led out of the carriage by the old butler.

Watching the prince's carriage go away, Klein quickly adjusted his mindset. He decided to continue playing the role of a diligent detective, trying his best within the scope of ordinary people and low-sequence, and then find an opportunity to give up.

It was still early, so Klein took a carriage back to the city and then prepared to buy some ingredients to prepare lunch at home.

Meanwhile, he had another important thing to do today.

After recent research, Klein has discovered how to use the "glass bottle" Edward gave him. He feels as if he has reached a certain contract with Dunn in the bottle, which allows him to completely control his every move. Therefore, he took the time to read the relevant information on mystical rituals and tried to use the power of gray fog to erase the contract, and succeeded.

Now, Dunn is free and has forgotten the person "Sherlock Moriarty" and the memory of these days.

Klein took a detour to a bookstore with many customers. He picked up a book and sat in the reading area to read it carefully. After more than ten minutes, he stood up and went to the bookshelf closest to the bathroom. When passing by an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf, he used the paper doll substitute to exchange positions with his real body, letting the paper doll stand there to read the newspaper. He took the opportunity to follow another customer into the bathroom.

Klein disguised himself carefully, turned his double-faced coat inside out, put on a beard, took off his glasses, and changed into a hat. Then he followed the others out of the bathroom and left the bookstore.

Along the way, Klein didn't feel like he was being monitored, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he only had less than ten minutes, and if the paper man substitute stared at one page for too long, it would also arouse suspicion.

Fortunately, Saint Samuel's Church was not far away. Klein was careful along the way. He wrapped the glass bottle containing Dunn's soul in an envelope, skillfully used magic as a cover, and put it into the mailbox of the Church of Night.

Then, without stopping, he quickened his pace and took a detour back to the bookstore. Only five minutes had passed, and Klein successfully replaced the paper mannequin and left empty-handed.

TBC
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Decline: While in solitary confinement, he discovered a lost language.

Night: Give Him a chance to move freely and exchange information with Zaratul.

(End of this chapter)