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

Chapter 135 Returning to the old place
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With the help of the bestowal ceremony, Klein handed over 2500 pounds in cash and the golden ancient mask provided by The Hanged Man to Miss Justice, and used the image of the World's prayer to instruct the other party to complete the formula and material transaction as soon as possible.

In the past two weeks, I have spent almost 5000 pounds. If I hadn't left Tingen, this money would have been enough for my retirement, and I could have maintained a normal life at the same level as Mrs. Starling's family... Dolls ruin a life, and drinking drugs can make three generations poor... Klein looked at the endless fog and the ancient palace that had returned to silence, feeling a little melancholy, as if he had lost something important.

He calmed down for a few seconds, returned to the real world, picked up the remaining 1830 pounds of banknotes on the desk, and counted out the six 6-pound notes.

Then, Klein took out a thousand pounds and placed them on the gray fog. He then put the 30 pounds in cash into his completely deflated wallet and solemnly stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

He divided the remaining 800 pounds into two folded stacks and put one stack in each pocket.

Then, Klein opened the drawer and took out two of the five strands of Deep Sea Naga hair that he had brought back to the real world. He wrapped them in layers of paper and carefully put them into a secret pocket of his clothes.

After doing all this, he took his hat and cane, walked to the street corner under the light of the gas street lamps at night, took a carriage, and headed straight to the "Brave Man" bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

In the lively and noisy environment, Klein insisted on finishing the glass of Southwell beer he had ordered, and then he slowly walked through the waves of cheers from the boxers, left the bar, and got into a rented carriage.

Feeling the wheels rolling, he deliberately closed his eyes, and suddenly he heard a tapping on the window.

Klein's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he opened his eyes and looked forward. He saw the pale and delicate Miss Sharon sitting quietly opposite him.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Klein smiled and said:

"I sold the information you provided last time for a good price, the one about the Amon family tomb."

Sharon said nothing, just stared at him quietly.

Klein leaned on his cane and pulled out two wads of cash and a small ball of paper from his pocket.

"800 pounds plus two strands of deep-sea naga hair, the total value is around 1000 pounds. This is what you deserve." Klein took a breath silently and handed over the cash and the paper ball with a smile.

Sharon glanced at him and reached out to take the two items.

She lowered her head, looked at the item in her hand, and asked in a vague and illusory voice:

“How much did you sell?”

“2000 pounds, half each.” Klein chuckled.

If the Mechanical Heart only gives 1500 pounds as originally planned, then I will have to pay part of it first... he thought with relief.

Sharon flipped her bloodless palm, and the cash and paper ball disappeared.

She raised her head, said "hmm", and asked briefly:
"What's in the tomb?"

"I don't know. I didn't go." Klein did not reveal the help of the magic mirror Arrodes.

At this moment, he felt that if he described the experience in detail, Miss Sharon would definitely hold her chin with one hand and listen attentively, just like before.

This Miss Wrathful Ghost seemed to have a hobby of watching drama scenes and listening to various rumors... Klein summarized.

Sharon's expression did not change. She was silent for a few seconds and said:
"Someone is digging a passage to the underground ruins."

"Huh?" Klein was unable to react to what the other party was talking about.

But he soon understood what the underground ruins Sharon was referring to.

Hmm? Someone is still digging a tunnel there? The evil spirit inside has already left, and must have taken everything with him before leaving. What can I find now? Is it because I can't afford a grave?
Klein broke out in a cold sweat, and then an inspiration suddenly struck him:
"The baronet?"

He had forgotten the name of the hidden descendant of the Tudor Dynasty. He only remembered that he had the title of a baronet and lived on Sivelas Street where the Backlund Police Department was located.

"Yeah." Sharon replied in the affirmative.

"What is he looking for? Doesn't he know that there is an evil spirit in there? Doesn't he know that all the Beyonders in his family died in there?" Klein asked a few questions as if he was talking to himself.

Sharon sat quietly and answered seriously:

"I don't know if he knows."

"...How long will it take him to dig through?" Klein asked carefully.

"For two to three months, he will be alone." Sharon gave her own judgment.

Huh, Klein exhaled slightly and said:
"Oh, I have one more thing to tell you."

Sharon calmly turned her gaze toward him.

"That underground ruin is empty."

"It's empty." Sharon repeated the words, and Klein could hear a hint of doubt in her voice.

Klein didn't know how to explain this, so he could only try his best to sound sincere and innocent. "I kept my promise and didn't mention the ruins to anyone. And, you know, I don't have the ability to enter there. It's even difficult for me to save my life."

"I got the news from a private channel of mine. It was empty and nothing was left there. I tried to verify the authenticity and paid a heavy price. I confirmed that the news was true."

Sharon looked at him without any emotion. Clayton felt dangerous, as if everything around him suddenly became hostile to her.

But after just a few seconds, the feeling disappeared.

"Yeah." Sharon didn't ask him what preparations he was going to make. Her figure quickly faded and disappeared into the car.

Klein leaned back against the wall of the compartment and felt relaxed.

Before I am promoted to "Faceless Man", I will not get involved in anything! He warned himself in his heart.

The materials for the "Faceless Man" potion have been ordered and are just waiting to be "shipped"... All foreign debts have been paid off, and there is a surplus of one thousand pounds, so there is no need to worry about anything... His mood is like settled sparkling wine, with a little joy rising silently occasionally.

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Amon drove to the outskirts of Backlund, and after stealing distances several times in a row, he flashed to the remote suburban manor area dozens of kilometers away.

He took a few steps forward and found that his extraordinary power was slightly suppressed. He did not resist, but restrained his spirituality and took the initiative to contact the other party in the way he remembered. As expected, he successfully established an extremely covert connection with something, and realized that he had come to the outskirts of the Aurora Society, within the judgment range of the "Forbidden Lock".

Amon pinched his eye sockets and continued to walk forward calmly. Not long after, the iron gate outside the manor opened automatically, and the person standing in the shadows bowed to him.

"My name is Kesma, and I am honored to serve the Lord." Seeing Amon looking at him, the Dark Saint bent down even deeper, "I am flattered by your coming, Your Highness Amon."

The Dark Saint played the role of the owner of this manor, so he wore exquisitely made clothes. His coat had intricate patterns, his tie was tied meticulously, and the tie clip inlaid with gems sparkled.

Kosma is very devout in his faith. He was still very young when he became a saint, and now he looks to be in his twenties or thirties. He is very suitable to be a young and unknown wealthy businessman, managing a large estate, and then become the talk of the social season with his mysterious identity. Amon has no impression of this person. He vaguely remembers that he is a hardworking staff member of the Aurora Club. Usually he hides in the shadows and can't see his face and clothes clearly. Now he is still unrecognizable after changing his clothes and standing under the sun. He didn't know how to respond to this theoretically "entity-limited" title. It was not until he entered the door that he nodded slightly:
"Ah."

"I came to say goodbye to my father."

This sentence made Kosma's heart tighten, whether it was his father or a farewell. He followed Amon step by step, staring at the shadow of the Son of God, as if he saw the scene where everything he was experiencing now would become the content of the future holy book.

He asked in a somewhat excited tone, "I understand. Do you want me to take you to the indoor chapel used for private prayer?"

That's an indoor chapel that only the top three in the monthly selection and His Royal Highness the Red Angel can enter...? Amon stole this thought from Kesma's mind. While marveling at the current style of the Aurora Society, he also had a deeper understanding of his identity in the eyes of others.

He shook his head. "No. I'll go straight to my father."

As they were talking, they had already entered the open space in front of the main entrance of the manor, where gardeners were arranging the flowers and plants on both sides.

A closer look revealed that the spiritual aura of this gardener was fluctuating, his expression was sometimes pious, sometimes serious, and sometimes crazy, and he kept muttering to himself. He should be a Low-Sequence Beyonder. He looked as if he had just been promoted, or he was not able to control his abilities well. In this state, he naturally could not complete the task and gain credit, so he was sent to trim the flowers and plants and expand the details of the manor.

Amon found it interesting and took a few more glances when he passed by. Kesma couldn't help but look over, but saw that the believer suddenly turned his head, wearing a monocle on his right eye, and smiled at him.

Kosma was shocked, and then he saw the monocle fall off naturally, turning into powder and disappearing into the air. The believer was stunned for a few seconds, looking around blankly, and continued to pray to the true creator while clearing the weeds.

"Where does your father usually live?"

Seeing that Amon didn't take the previous episode to heart at all, the Dark Saint immediately thought of the special title "God of Mischief" mentioned in the Holy Scripture. He praised the Lord in his heart and then answered respectfully:

“The dwelling place of the Lord is behind the temple.”

The God of Mischief? Yes, compared to the "Angel of Time", the main body does prefer the title of "God of Mischief"... This person has a lot of ideas, but he seems very calm on the surface... Amon asked casually:
"Wasn't the small temple you spent a lot of money to build already destroyed by the church? Why are you building another one here?"

The Dark Saint paused for half a second and said in an unchanged tone: "Yes, Your Highness Amon. Although it costs a lot, it is just a drop in the bucket compared to the importance of the inheritance master's glory."

“No matter how many times it has been buried, slandered, or destroyed, since we have received the revelation, we must spread it.”

“Humans are so persistent.”

Amon deliberately made his words very sharp, but he did not sense any anger or dissatisfaction with his words from Kosma's heart. He could not help but ask back with some curiosity: "Humans build their homes very luxuriously because they want to show off their wealth. Is that also the reason why you build the temple? To show off the resources and financial strength of the Aurora Society? But my father does not live in the temple."

"That is not the case, Your Highness Amon. This is our way of showing our respect and love for the Lord."

"Rich believers contributed precious stones and gold, while poor believers contributed candles and lampstands, or even a tablecloth or two, or the wood for a chair. There was always room for contribution."

“Whatever is offered is proof of the believer’s piety.”

"But the first thing people see is often the luxurious decorations. This is the most direct awe - the awe of money. Then they realize that a church with such assets must have a large number of believers."

Amon was intrigued by this topic and turned to ask Kesma: "So what did you contribute?"

Kosma smiled proudly but unobtrusively: "I contributed three candles on the altar."

"Sounds pretty ordinary."

"That's not the case. I made that candle myself from the fat I dried by burning my arm with fire."

There was a glimmer of madness in Kosma's eyes. At that moment, his words and demeanor were like those of a normal person's impression of an Aurora Society believer:
“It is my great honor to place my flesh, blood and anointing oil as a candle before the Lord!”

"Praise the Lord, praise you, the Lord behind the veil of shadows!"

After saying this, he looked around vigilantly, lowered his voice, closed his eyes and prayed: "Praise you, you are the ruler of the vast star world."

The ruler of the vast star world, I really miss him... No, I shouldn't miss him. The word and the feeling of missing him don't belong to me. I was born more than 500 years ago. I didn't see the glorious era. If I want to miss him, it should be the main body. After I return to Amon, will I be affected by the mystical connection again? Will I gradually lose my identity and become a part of the main body like the fingertips again?
Replacing the identity of another Amon is imminent.

Should I be...happy then? No, given my father's current state, can the "ruler of the vast star world" really point to him? Perhaps this is just a means to connect myself with the Creator and act in advance...

This is very strange. The more I remind myself that “I was once the Creator”, the more I prove that I am different from the Creator, right?

After a period of madness, Xesma quickly adjusted his facial expression, returned to normal, and continued to lead the way.

"The temple is in a hidden corner between the second and third floors. We opened up the two floors, reinforced them with cement, and used the seal properties of this house to hide it. If you want to go, I can take you there."

"Oh."

Amon was lost in thought and unknowingly followed Xesma to the door of the house.

Xesma walked up the stairs first and opened the door for Amon. Just as Amon was about to go in, he suddenly saw fire shooting up into the sky somewhere on the east side of the manor, and heard explosions, accompanied by curses and roars.

Amon looked at Xesma with a questioning look.

Kosma responded to Amon with a look of disillusionment: "That is His Royal Highness the Red Angel. He is training his men."

"When did He have subordinates?"

"The Lord has prepared everything long ago. They are our compatriots of the Iron Cross." There were no outsiders here, so Kosma drew a cross on his chest. "Although we occasionally have different ideas, we are all lambs of the Lord after all."

"So, on the third day after His Royal Highness the Red Angel returned, after obtaining the Lord's permission, I gave the Iron Blood Cross a message, asking them to take the initiative to come and meet the great God of War, their future leader."

...You said it in a friendly way, but in your heart you were complaining about the Iron Cross being barbaric, rude and unreasonable, openly defying the Aurora Society's management system, and often deliberately provoking trouble? Since you need to complain instead of suppressing them with force, it proves that the people from the Iron Cross are as powerful as you. It's normal that Medici's current appearance doesn't convince the public... It's called an audience, and it turns out that hunters are all a bit thorny.

Amon put one foot on the door frame and turned his other foot to the east: "I want to go and take a look."

"Okay, this way, please."

After walking a few hundred meters, Amon came to a place that looked like a glass greenhouse. Now it was the remains of a glass greenhouse. There were flowers, but not completely. There was glass, but not completely. All he could see were broken walls and black melted glass. It looked like the compensation was staggering.

This area covers about one or two hundred square meters. The ground is filled with a lot of ashes, red cracks, high temperatures and hot rocks. It looks like a place for hunters to have fun.

I saw a red-haired man sitting on the half-collapsed roof of the glass greenhouse - on the thickened and widened steel structure beam, with his elbows on his thighs, looking like he deserved a beating and supervising the other three hunters in a condescending manner.

Supervise them to do horse stance.

TBC
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The Aurora Club set after a long absence.

(End of this chapter)