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

Chapter 131 A Friendly Exchange of Sincere Feelings

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The interior of the church was very dark, without any light at all. When Edward pushed the door open, his eyes immediately switched to night vision mode in order to adapt to the environment. He could see the scene in the church clearly without expending any spiritual power.

In front of it were rows of old wooden chairs and a statue with a blurry face in the darkness. The church was very simply decorated, with only two rows of eight seats, probably just enough for the people of the town to use.

Then, He raised his head and saw figures hanging in the air within his sight.

It's all human.

Some of them wore classical black robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore puffy skirts, and some wore tattered clothes, like beggars.

Some of them have rough faces, some have deep, handsome and masculine features, some have delicate features and are beautiful, and some are childish, cute and quite young. They have no similarities at all.

No, they still had something in common. They all looked like bacon being dried, hanging from a high place, with their heads drooping, their eyes rolled back, and they were swaying.

The girl whose husband was contaminated by her own blood was not among them. At the same time, there were many who were damaged in the small melee just now. It seemed that all the residents of the town were here.

Edward looked at the rows of secret dolls and for no reason thought of the sausages he had made in Intis. Then he thought of what Amon said, "There are many light cocoons hanging on the Sefirah Castle." He couldn't guess whether this was Antigonus' personal style or the influence of the top of the path.

Woo!
A cold wind blew through the church, and the figures and corpses suspended in the air turned at the same time to face Edward.

Their collars seemed to be tied with ropes, their heads were still bowed, but their expressions were faintly angry, as if the puppeteers behind them were secretly trying to kick out this impolite guest.

Then, the figures began to sway like wind chimes, their mouths opened, and they made sounds that were almost like whispers:

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

The sounds echoed and overlapped, merging into one, like puppets singing a song in chorus.

This sentence was actually written in the common language of the northern continent? His own residence, the place where he sheltered his followers, and his father's name... Antigonus, you are really an interesting mythical creature... Unlike Amon's "learning" and "analyzing" of humans under the instinct of his own Beyonder characteristic "Decryptor", you actually developed a good impression of humans under your own subjective will.

Professor Decay found it very interesting. For mythical creatures, liking humans is like liking an object, which is understandable. But relying on human nature is like taking drugs, and it is only natural to die from it one day.

This made him want to have a chat with Antigonus, to discuss his views on human groups and believers, and to see if he could absorb some useful ideas to invest in Amon's education.

Edward walked forward leisurely. Above his head, those figures swayed as if looking down at him.

After walking twenty or thirty meters, Edward arrived at the end of the church and saw the dark altar and the stone statues enshrined on it.

Its overall appearance is that of a female human, but it has two animal legs growing from its ribs and waist, covered with short, thick, and hard black hair.

In addition, there are thin black bands surrounding the stone statue, which look like tentacles extending out.

At the feet of this stone statue, souls are sleeping, like a cluster of stars surrounding it.

Is this the Mother of Heaven who lost to the Goddess of Night in the battle for the authority of "Darkness" after Fregola? I don't know what your name is, or maybe it's the same as the real name of the Goddess of Night, a taboo covered by the secret authority.

Edward then looked away and saw an old man hiding behind the statue.

Feeling His gaze, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of dark and lightless eyes that looked like the surface of deep water.

The old man's eyes widened.

The old man's expression changed to "benefit".

The old man turned his head to the other side and snored in an attempt to cover up his presence.

Edward sat down next to the old man very familiarly. The old man closed his eyes and moved away, but was grabbed by Edward and pulled back.

"Long time no see, Zaratul." The demon smiled and whispered in the old man's ear, chatting with him as if they were old friends. "So you have been on vacation in the Hornachis Mountains?"

Zaratul laughed dryly, opened his eyes, tilted his head back, and every wrinkle on his face was trying his best to express resistance: "You are right, it is very quiet here, there is no Amon, the puppet drama performed is very interesting, and the dialect of the Kingdom of Night is also very interesting. I am very happy to vacation here."

Edward smiled slightly: "Do you want to go out?"

Zaratul, who had extensive experience working with demons, laughed three times and answered readily, "No."

The two looked at each other for three seconds with warm smiles on their faces, and suddenly reached out their hands at the same time, one took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and the other quickly pulled out a stack of steaming hot cookies from the cracks in history. They exchanged the things in their hands tacitly and completed a tentative transaction.

"You are the Zaratul of the time when Roselle was the enemy of the world."

Edward picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth—the snack for common people in Intis that he had copied and spread: Oreo—through which he understood the message conveyed by Zaratul, and confirmed the identity and period of this Zaratul, and said in a tone that was as expected:
"No wonder Roselle didn't count you as one of the fighting forces in the end. Although your main body behaved relatively normally, you were already on the verge of losing control, right?"

"haha, yes."

Zaratul unpacked the cigarette skillfully, took out one of the cigarettes, sniffed it, lit it, and held it between his fingers:

"You have made further progress and successfully become the Filthy King."

Edward snorted, somewhat displeased: "Before I came in, I was still the King of Angels."

Zaratul glanced at the other man's white shirt, and at the hideous bloodstains on the side of his body where his heart was, without saying a word.

The silence lasted for about half a minute, and Zaratul suddenly said, "You have changed a lot from what I remember."

"People always change." Edward the Devil whispered, "I don't mind telling you, come on, let's do it together for the great..."

"The sun is shining brightly tonight!" Zaratul raised his voice and interrupted the second half of the sentence in time, then silently moved a few centimeters further away.

Edward chewed the biscuits, recalling the taste of his own craftsmanship, glanced at Zaratul, and responded politely:

"After seeing you, I understand a little bit. I understand why you helped Adam at that time and suddenly attacked me."

"The Sequence 1 characteristic of "Audience" is still in your hands."

Zaratul laughed a few times from under his white beard, and did not deny: "But you are still alive. I am still here, so the characteristics are still in my hands."

“Oh, if Adam dares to tell the Seven Gods that he has been stripped of a Sequence 1, I’m afraid at least three gods will descend on the spot. After they descend, they may not come to kill me, but to kill Adam.”

"You really do have a big secret."

"great……"

"The moon is so beautiful tonight!"

After a few rounds of exchanges, the two angel veterans smiled at each other.

"If you want to trade that trait for support, I suggest you give it directly to the Lord of Storms."

Edward considerately gave Zaratul some advice: "Night and Storm are old allies. The God of Wisdom is playing it safe, and the Eternal Sun has an unclear attitude. You should give the Sequence One to Storm and let Him talk it out with Night. Or you can just give it directly to Night in exchange for His support. If Night is happy, maybe you can be released from prison right away."

The historical projection smiled but did not answer. After a moment, it replied meaningfully:
"It is foolish to leave your choices to the gods."

"If you keep guarding the treasure, you will end up getting killed and robbed."

Edward finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed: "Oh, is there a chance for your fate to change? Do you know that you can get out in the future?"

Zaratul smiled but said nothing.

"Zaratul, I just happen to ask you something." Edward knew without thinking that he would not be able to get any information, so he simply skipped the topic and asked, "How many times can your miracle workers be resurrected?"

"If this is a deal you initiated, I hope for a reward that is sufficient for me. Of course, not to help me get out." Zaratul did not refuse at the first sight. Instead, he skillfully and naturally proposed conditions, made restrictions, and improved the content of the deal to prevent himself from being cheated.

"Of course. I am sincere in exchanging information with you. My information is valuable and timely. Of course, you also need to fill in more details of my question based on its value."

Edward said this very naturally and sincerely. Seeing this, Zaratul turned his head and waited for the next words. When both parties had enough chips and their identities were equal, the devil was the best trading partner. He looked into the devil's eyes and heard the other party say word by word:

"I met a fortune teller who seemed to be able to 'pre-empt' resurrection. He was only Sequence 7."

Pre-paying resurrection? Impossible! If that's the case, then...wait, could it be that!
Zaratul did not show the turmoil in his heart on his face, and even controlled his emotional fluctuations to prevent the demon from hearing any clues. He held the cigarette between his legs, took a puff, and said with a trembling mouth, "This kind of thing may not be impossible for a low-sequence person. The simplest thing is that he only needs to have a "miracle worker" extraordinary item. "

"If that's all, I can tell you that the limit for a miracle worker to be resurrected is four times."

Charat narrowed his eyes like an old fox, expressing denial to reduce the value of the information and not giving Edward any chance to take advantage.

Edward, who used ambiguous information to set transaction traps, also played Tai Chi with his customers like a seasoned businessman.

"I thought we had established a deep friendship after so many transactions."

"I believe you understand what I mean, and the answer is exactly what you think it is."

Edward sighed in a fake manner. The value of the information about the source substance of "Source Castle" was far greater than the secret of the miracle worker's resurrection. Zaratul wanted a discount, and Edward wanted to raise the price. The final result would definitely be a compromise answer, but they also enjoyed these confrontations.

Devil Youtiao said: "You don't trust me, which makes me very embarrassed. I just killed the fortune teller, and then I found traces of him suspected of resurrecting and continuing to act, and then I came here. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"The Miracle Master has been resurrected four times, so does the Mysterious Servant have more?"

The fortune teller Youtiao said, "Hehe, from your information, I can only conclude that Heiye seems to have accepted a new follower and may have given him an item with the characteristics of a miracle worker. There is nothing else."

Devil Youtiao asked back: "Isn't this information important enough? Zaratul, how much value do you think you have?"

Fortuneteller Youtiao stroked his beard and said disapprovingly, "Mr. Men is still in the starry sky. Pallez Zoroast is not competitive enough. There are only a decade left before the end. If the gods don't want that blasphemer to become a mystery, then I am the only choice."

Zaratul thought about this information carefully and was a little surprised, but not nervous.

There was no direct conflict between Hei Ye and the Blasphemer, so it was normal for him not to be in a hurry to bet on the competition for the Lord of Mysteries. If a fortune teller related to Sefirah Castle really appeared, it would be normal for Hei Ye to accept him as his follower, after all, he might be an important bargaining chip in the future division of interests.

"Respectable. You actually still think that the Three Gods are smart. I thought you should have understood their way of doing things a long time ago."

Edward stood in awe of Zaratul and made a conclusion: "I understand. Miracle Masters can be resurrected four times without any prerequisites, because 'resurrection from the dead' is already a miracle. At the same time, Secret Servant has a stronger resurrection ability. I guess you may be able to maintain your life, maintain your condition, or even be reborn through historical projection."

"It's easy to verify this. I just need to kill you and then see if Zaratul outside is dead or alive."

Having said this, Zaratul chuckled again: "Your information is indeed very valuable, and I really should re-evaluate the future situation. I want to revise the terms of the transaction, and I am willing to use the method of going out to make up for the gap in this transaction."

The two looked at each other for two seconds and burst into laughter at the same time. The tense atmosphere just now disappeared completely in an instant.

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After leaving St. Samuel's Church, Crane took a carriage back to the Hillston area.

He opened the door and entered the house. Just as he was about to take off his hat, his movements suddenly froze.

His spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered the living room and the room!

This... is barely concealed... Is this a warning? A warning is better than no warning... Klein stood in the hallway, silent for a long time.

After that, he was a little depressed, but he continued his life as usual as if nothing had happened. He went out to investigate and was busy until dark before returning.

After finishing his dinner quietly, Klein washed up and went to bed, seemingly ending a busy and futile day.

But in the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He got out of bed, slowly opened the door, and went into the bathroom next door, hiding his real body with a paper doll. He walked four steps backwards, and came to the top of the gray fog, sitting in the position of the "fool". His eyes had become clear, and there was no longer any decadence, depression, or pessimism.

Then, Klein took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the secret pocket of his pajamas made from old clothes.

When he was packing his things before, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to secretly pull out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!

After taking a breath, Klein materialized a pen and paper and wrote down the same divination statement as at the beginning:

"The true cause of Talim Dumont's death."

After reciting the mantra seven times in a calm and peaceful manner, he leaned back in his chair, holding a piece of paper and a handkerchief, and fell asleep in the silent and empty ancient palace.

In the gray, fragmented, and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different scene from before.

What appeared before his eyes was a palm-sized puppet that looked like it had been casually carved, with eyes, nose and mouth complete.

There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, giving it a slightly eerie color.

A hand stretched out, the skin was white, delicate, smooth and well-proportioned, the fingers were long and slender, and the bones and flesh were evenly proportioned.

The most eye-catching thing is that on the little finger of this hand is a ring inlaid with sapphire and of unique shape.

Snapped!
The index finger of that hand was surrounded by illusory black flames and touched the heart of the puppet.

Silently, the picture shattered.

Klein opened his eyes suddenly and felt his scalp tingling, and then his whole body went numb.

His initial judgment was correct, Talim did die from the curse!
That hand, that jeweled ring! The wrapped-up woman he had seen at the funeral was the one who had killed Talim!

Why did she do this? Why did she come back for the funeral? Who is she?

Wait, there is one more thing...

Why didn't the scene that symbolized Talim's puppet being cursed and killed show a full view? This mysterious space above the gray fog could eliminate interference... Klein was a little confused for a moment.

Normally, the revelation he got was too abstract and too easy to be misinterpreted. It was due to his limited divination skills and the difficulty of the thing he wanted to divine. It had nothing to do with the gray fog and was understandable. However, the scene before and after the curse was clearly presented just now, but it was limited to a very small part and no relatively more effective revelation was provided. This was quite puzzling.

Has there been a similar situation before? Klein dug for the reason from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat up straight, remembering a similar experience.

In Tingen, when he divined the real reasons behind several coincidences, a similar situation occurred!

He clearly saw the house with the red chimney, but he could not reach Ince Zangwill and the Sealed Object "0-08" inside the house!
This, is this a Level 0 sealed object or person fighting against the power of the gray fog? Klein narrowed his eyes suddenly.

No, not necessarily. There are many possibilities. We need to confirm it again! He tried to calm down.

As for how to confirm it, it was not difficult for him who was experienced. The method was very simple, which was to do the same divination again.

If the revelation picture remains unchanged, it means that things are not that scary. If the divination is no longer successful, it means that the target or something around the target can resist the gray fog to some extent, just like "0-08"!
After taking a deep breath, Klein repeated the divination with a calm expression.

"The true cause of Talim Dumont's death."

……

He leaned back in his chair, reciting in a low voice, his eyes gradually turning darker.

In his dream, all he saw was a hazy, broken gray fog, with no more puppets or fingers.

brush!
Klein straightened his back, his expression extremely solemn.

What on earth was Talim involved in? He frowned and muttered to himself.

He had no doubt about what to do next. That was to slack off and do his job half-heartedly, first bluffing Prince Edessak for a while, and then telling him that the truth could not be found out.

It is incredible that the death of an ordinary person with no money, no power, no identity, no status, and no strength would actually involve a "0" level seal or a strong person of the same level!

Phew, this world is so scary. If you’re not careful, you’ll come into contact with something extremely terrifying… Klein sighed inwardly. He didn’t dare to stay any longer and quickly returned to the bathroom in reality.

I was so worried that I had a dreamless night.

TBC
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Real name of this chapter: Old Coin Chat.

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