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

Chapter 137 Devil's Messenger
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Early Friday morning, just as the sky was getting light, the newspaper boy was already running around.

Richard, who was out buying lunch for the school kids, saw this and bought a copy of today's Backlund Daily.

It was still early, so He found a cafe and sat down, ordering a bowl of mushroom soup and a sandwich. He opened the newspaper, and suddenly his pupils shrank slightly.

"The Kingdom's army is attacked by terrorists, and a medium-sized fight breaks out in the southern continent colony"

Richard frowned, suppressed his physical and psychological discomfort, and read the report carefully.

The general idea was that a large-scale fight broke out in a medium-sized colonial city in the southern continent last night, with at least a hundred people involved. The armed terrorists who launched the raid attacked the garrison of the Kingdom of Loen, and the garrison soldiers quickly reorganized the army after being caught off guard at first, fought bravely, and finally repelled the terrorists after paying a huge price.

The identities of the terrorists have been found out. They are members of the Highland Kingdom rebels related to the evil cult "Rose School" and some members of Balam's "Restoration Society". This was a premeditated military action that seriously endangered the lives and safety of Loen soldiers and the people of Loen in the colony.

To this end, the Loen garrison has issued a statement to the country, announcing that it will soon launch a siege on nearby strongholds, striving to deal a heavy blow to the terrorists in the southern continent and the remnants of the previous dynasty who intend to destroy peace, and to regain a safe environment for the people of the southern and northern continents.

After reading the report, Richard took a deep breath, put down the newspaper, and felt a little nauseous.

"The disaster that Admisor foresaw would definitely not happen in two months..." The Temperance Angel muttered to himself. His expression was a little fierce, and he was obviously aware of something. "This report is obviously aimed at me."

The cult "Rose School" actually did not appear in newspapers very often, and was only widely circulated in the Extraordinary World. After all, their activity area was far away in the Southern Continent, and unlike the Aurora Society, which had believers in various countries, it might also pose a threat to the safety of citizens' lives and even the country.

But this time it was obviously different. Instead of just a rare and vicious revenge against the garrison in the southern continent, the deeds of the Rose School and the rebels were emphasized, obviously in an attempt to attract the attention of certain specific people.

- For example, a certain cult leader who is concerned about the independence of the Highland Kingdom and is not currently in the southern continent.

"Someone wants me to go back."

"But it's only my second day here."

The people behind the scenes are too anxious. In other words, the disaster is likely to happen during this period of time.

After thinking clearly about the situation, Richard regained his composure. At this time, the waiter also brought up the soup and sandwiches. After thanking him, Richard began to quietly think about how to deal with this matter.

On one side were the people of the East District, and on the other side were the colonies and the rebels under Sear who were about to become terrorists. He actually had no choice. If he couldn't make a decision quickly, maybe in two days, the newspaper headlines would be about how many rebels had been wiped out.

What's about to happen in the East District is quite intriguing...

Richard quickly devised a plan to eat up the food. After leaving the cafe, he headed to Maria's processing plant nearby. As he walked along the road, Richard suddenly felt spiritually touched.

With the help of the expanded vision provided by this magical item, he saw that in the blind spot behind him, there was a person who was not very tall and was secretly observing him.

After being looked at by Him, the little man suddenly turned back into the darkness.

In the dark alley, Xio leaned against the wall in uncertainty, feeling the flash of warning from the target he had just monitored, as well as his own spiritual warning of blooming, and could not help but gasp.

"MI9 asked me to keep an eye on this powerful person? Even if his reward is one of the main ingredients of the Interrogator potion, I dare not continue..."

"This Feysac spy doesn't look simple! Could he be a strong man from the Feysac Intelligence Bureau? What does he want to do in Loen?"

Anyway, the contact person has already told me the two main materials, so I might as well give up this task and collect them myself.

Feeling that the target was gradually leaving her observation range, Xio relaxed a little. She made up her mind to tell the contact person to give up the observation mission, as the target was beyond her ability.

That was at least a mid-sequence, or even higher. However, why did the contact dare to let me accept the mission when the gap in strength was so big? Was it because they had too many low-sequence informants and it didn't matter if they lost one or two...Xiu sighed and clenched his fists in anger.

On the other side, Richard forced back all the spies, big and small, who were approaching him, turned into the alley, and then penetrated the wall in the form of a resentful spirit, and appeared directly in the guard room of the processing plant.

Gavin Reed, the "zombie" who was grinding parts, suddenly felt that the zombies in the guard room had lost contact with him. He immediately thought that an enemy was attacking, and was about to rush out, when another zombie standing next to him working suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

Gavin Reed suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The zombie was a middle-aged man who looked a bit old. He smiled at him first, then said seriously: "I have requisitioned your zombie."

After saying that, the zombie returned to Gavin Lead's perception, let go of his hand, and continued to polish the parts with an expressionless face.

This... He finally understood a little. It was most likely that a strong person with a higher rank than himself in the organization had requisitioned his zombie. Since he couldn't resist, he just accepted the reality and continued to tighten the screws comfortably.

In the small guard room, Richard appeared on the window glass in the form of a resentful spirit and lit a match. The zombie in uniform half-knelt down, closed his eyes, and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:

"I!

"I call in the name of Richard Ernst:
"A spirit wandering in the void, a scout of the War Bishop, and a messenger belonging to Trena Soren Vaughn."

Woo!
The wind suddenly blew, the flames turned a dark green, and the surroundings became suddenly cold.

A slender white-gloved tabby cat jumped out from the corner of the shadow, looked up at Richard, and complained in his heart without daring to say anything:
You also know that I am the "exclusive" messenger for that guy, right?

"Rail, I need your help this time."

Ruier shook his fur, and a very human expression appeared on his face: "You say."

"I want you to go to Bayam in the Rorsted Archipelago and ask the person in charge, Garland De, about the latest situation of the Spiritual Cult and the Highland Kingdom's resistance forces." Richard's pocket fluttered out a piece of paper, which was a report cut from a newspaper. "Go and ask him when this incident happened and whether there is more detailed information about the participants and numbers on both sides. Come back and tell me after you ask."

"Okay, any more?" The piece of paper floated in front of Riel. Riel glanced at it and was not very interested in the cannibalism of humans, but he still folded the paper and put it away.

"No more. Remember to give my regards to Traynor."

Riel responded, turned around and jumped lightly into the shadows, instantly disappearing into the material world. The flame in Richard's hand returned to normal, and He quietly disappeared from the glass of the guard room and appeared in a corner outside the East District.

The Temperance Angel tugged at his collar, walked out of the corner, and headed for the nearby bakery.

The zombie guard fell to the ground in a half-kneeling position. Then he opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and looked around vigilantly.

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Riel entered the spirit world with brisk steps, wandering and strolling all the way, and soon crossed the cities and coasts in the material world and arrived at the spirit world area corresponding to Bayam.

From the perspective of the spirit world, in the orphanage of the Ernst Foundation, the one surrounded by the dead and the pale aura is the "gatekeeper" Garland. Not far away, there is a human figure with a spiritual glow and a bloated look. It is undoubtedly the fat boy Charles Maxwell who often comes to eat.

Treanor had already finished disguising Sharf's whereabouts, and had successfully blamed everything on human trafficking and followers of the cult "Original Moon". In addition, Sharf himself was only a Sequence 6 "craftsman" and was alone when he disappeared. He did not steal the church's seal, so his disappearance was not a big deal.

Even Bonois Gustave, who was in charge of managing Roselle's descendants, had now given up the search and ended the pursuit of responsibility.

Riel jumped out of the spirit world and suddenly appeared on the wooden box in front of Garland De. Garland De was surprised for a moment and then adjusted his facial expression: "Hello."

This respectful attitude made Riel feel comfortable - he could put on airs in front of people who were inferior to him. Who would want to face people with higher sequences than him all day long?

So the demon cat raised his chin proudly, handed the report paper cutout he brought to Garland De, and asked casually: "Do you know what's on it?"

The janitor took the report and read it seriously, then replied with a serious expression but a hint of ferocity: "I know more details, including the causes and consequences."

Ruier raised his paw: "Write it down."

"Here is a detailed report. I was planning to submit it to the chief."

Garland brought some documents and reported to the demon messenger meticulously: "The raid happened the day before yesterday. Because the main force was the Indulgence faction's resistance army and some members of the Restoration Society, I did not report it immediately. Instead, I chose to contact the Spiritual Cult to obtain further information. I only sorted out the specific related events last night."

Riel's attention had drifted to Garland De's desk, because he noticed that there seemed to be pearls of good quality inside.

"The cause of this incident is that the Restoration Association armed forces led by Her Majesty the Queen successfully broke through the Loen army last week and temporarily occupied more than half of Aldera, the third largest city in Balam. Aldera has now entered a wartime state and conventional intelligence means cannot enter, but we know that there is a tense confrontation and street fighting going on inside, and the blockade has not been lifted until today."

"This is a relatively good victory for the Restoration Society in recent years. It boosted morale, so the resistance forces in various places also rose up upon hearing the news."

"According to the report, it was not the Loen garrison that clashed with the Highland rebels, but an elite force. They wanted to go around the rear of the Restoration Society to launch a strategic strike, attack villages or strongholds, and force the main force of the Restoration Society to turn around and defend. As a result, they encountered the Indulgence Faction rebels near the colonial city of Intis. Not long after they exchanged fire, the surrounding Restoration Society members also reacted. The two factions shared the same idea of ​​resisting the Northern Continent, so a melee between the two sides occurred."

"The highest number of participants is only Sequence 5, and there are no demigods involved, so it's not too serious."

As a cat, Riel didn't care much about the writing style of human newspapers. As a demon, Riel was intrigued by the melee described by Garland, and thought about sneaking in to sharpen his claws and have some fun.

"So what's reported is actually false?" it said.

Garland frowned slightly. "It's hard to say. But once the scale of the conflict escalates, the resistance forces in the southern continent will immediately be at a disadvantage. Her Majesty the Queen may just want to use this occupation to force Loon to replace the governor of Aldera, or to revise some treaty terms, because the human trafficking there is so serious that entire villages have disappeared."

"Of course, Her Majesty's ideas are radical and she has many supporters. It is entirely possible that She will liberate Aldra in one fell swoop."

It’s just that it’s hard to guarantee how long the liberation will last... Garland De sighed imperceptibly.

Ruier yawned and stood up. "Give me all the information." The papers flew up on their own, getting smaller and smaller, and then fell into its hair. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Her Majesty the Queen wishes to order another batch of light and heavy machine guns from Lord Trenor."

"Any more?"

"No more. Thank you for your hard work." Garland De immediately took out a pearl the size of a little finger nail from the drawer. Riel looked at it for a moment and accepted it with satisfaction.

It shook its tail as a farewell, and then jumped down from the wooden box. In the process, its body took on an illusory appearance, and then it fell into the shadows and entered the spirit world smoothly.

"Both of them have something to say to Trena..." The demon cat yawned and took a step forward, "Then I'll go back to find him first."

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Treanor was watching the pan-fried salmon when suddenly his eyes blurred and he realized a piece of the salmon was missing.

The War Bishop looked towards a specially made wooden shelf in the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw his messenger already lying on it and gnawing on a piece of fish.

He naturally reached for the bottle beside him and poured some goat milk on the empty plate: "Did Richard summon you away?"

"You disappeared for three hours."

Rui Er ate the fish happily: "Is it time for lunch?"

"almost."

"There are three less servants in the house," said the cat. "They have all been fired. If this continues, you will have to cook for yourself. Isn't it a bit too low of status for a viscount, a saint, to cook for himself?"

"Ah. My father was promoted to Sequence One, and now his whereabouts are unknown. If I don't leave now, the next summons from the church will be a punishment from God." Part of the mansion and land had been sold secretly and turned into cash and jewelry stored in several bank accounts abroad. Half of the servants in the manor were disguised as secret dolls. Trenor, who cooked for the family, was very calm. "What does Richard want from you?"

Riel jumped down from the wooden shelf and landed quietly on the marble countertop. He dipped his paw in goat milk and licked it.

"The resistance forces of the Southern Continent have started fighting with the Northern Continent again, and the fight seems to be very intense and chaotic."

"You want to participate?"

"I want to play."

"Okay, go ahead," the War Bishop said. "Choose a good target and leave no traces."

It suddenly became happy, spoke faster and briefly summarized the cause and effect, and finally added: "The Pale Queen of the Spirit Cult wants to purchase another batch of machine guns."

"The Restoration Society has finally made a profit on the front battlefield. It seems that the Pale Queen has also made a big investment this time. Moreover, the Gatling guns and submachine guns have indeed caught the Loen people off guard." The arms dealer said to himself, "Okay, I will place an order with the military factory in the southern continent later and discuss the details later."

"Did the Loen people and the Southern Continent people fight near the Intis colony this time? There is no news from the country. Could it be suppressed? It seems that there will be some diplomatic incidents... This is a good opportunity for the Soran family. They failed to steal the differential machine intelligence before and exposed themselves. Now they have a reason to fight back in diplomacy."

Those guys would definitely want to go a step further, such as changing the governor of the colonial city... Humph, it would definitely not work. Although he thought about it, Trena had no intention of doing things for the family. He would reveal this information to the family and see how they would react.

The salmon smelled fragrant, and Traynor skillfully poured white wine into it to remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor. He also squeezed in half a lemon and added some chopped onion, rosemary and cream according to his own preference.

"What happens in Loen has nothing to do with me anyway. It's more practical for Richard to worry about himself than the Southern Continent."

Rui Er tried hard to look away from the fragrant salmon in the pot. He felt that the raw fish in his mouth no longer smelled good. "He asked me to say hello to you on His behalf."

"You want me to temporarily monitor a slum in Loen on His behalf? You think I'm too omnipotent."

"If I had that much ability, I wouldn't be unable to stay in Intis."

Treanor spoke calmly. He scooped up a piece of fragrant salmon and placed it on the plate of goat milk that Riel had already drunk:
"I'm going to get the 'Faceless Doll'. You can bring it to Richard later."

TBC
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I have finished the things at hand for now, and will update twice a day tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)