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

Chapter 139 The Devil is Out of Prison
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The dusk in Backlund is always replaced by gloomy clouds and drizzling rain. Klein, who is physically and mentally exhausted, holds his half-high silk hat with his hand, lowers his body slightly, walks quickly through the wet streets, and returns to No. 15 Minsk Street under the light of the gas street lamps.

After a short rest, taking advantage of the dim environment, he walked four steps backwards and entered the gray fog.

After being promoted to Sequence 6 "Faceless Man", he had always wanted to check if there were any changes in that mysterious space, but because he was too tired last night, he was unable to wake up in the middle of the night, and he was "busy" outside during the day, so he could only wait until now.

In addition, Klein also needs to eliminate interference and divine something.

That is, after this promotion, when his spirituality was not yet stable, he no longer heard the illusory mumbling of "Honakis...Fregela...Honakis...Fregela"!

He wanted to figure out whether this was a natural change after being promoted to Sequence 6, or if there was some other reason.

Inside the majestic palace, a mottled bronze long table and twenty-two high-backed chairs with different symbols on the backs stand quietly, as if they have never changed.

The same was true of the gray fog beneath them and the endless emptiness around them.

But as soon as Klein entered here, his spiritual intuition keenly discovered that the mysterious space was slightly different from before.

He was not in a hurry to explore and try. He calmed down, sat at the top, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down a divination sentence:
"That's why I didn't hear any whispers after I was promoted."

Holding the paper in his hand and muttering something, Klein leaned back in his chair and quickly entered a dream with the help of meditation.

In the gray sky and earth, pictures flickered and finally froze on one scene.

That was Klein when his face and body were still covered with light-colored granulations. He was surrounded by a layer of illusory, thin, grayish-white mist that was imperceptible to others.

The dream was shattered. Klein opened his eyes and roughly understood the reason:

"The gray fog intertwined with reality, helping me block out the whispers that came from somewhere unknown...

"After being promoted to Sequence 6, my connection with this mysterious space above the gray fog has become closer, which has brought about certain changes, and I can naturally borrow a little power?
"At present, this should be the case."

"Well, try to explore the surroundings and see if there are any specific changes."

Klein slowly stood up and followed his inspiration, heading in a certain direction outside the ancient palace. Under his feet was the gray fog that spread out like the sea.

He walked for an unknown amount of time, and when he wanted to stop and give up exploring, he suddenly saw a flash of light at the end of the road ahead.

Klein was delighted and quickened his pace, moving closer.

Seven or eight seconds later, he saw a staircase leading to heaven!

The stairs were made of pure light, sacred, transparent, and clear, and could shock everyone's heart.

The stairs extended into the void above. There were only four levels, and each level was quite high, as if prepared for creatures larger than giants.

Klein looked up in the direction it was pointing and saw a layer of grayish-white mist that condensed in mid-air, as if holding something up. The Stairs of Light were still a certain distance away from there.

Four steps, does that mean I have finished drinking Sequence 9, Sequence 8, Sequence 7, and Sequence 6 potions? What is above that layer of mist? Klein walked forward cautiously, came to the Stairs of Light, and stepped onto the steps.

There was nothing strange about the steps, they were solid as if they were made of stone.

Klein climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor, then tried to look above the gray-white fog. Unfortunately, his sight could not penetrate it at all.

He thought about it, took two steps forward, and jumped up with all his might.

However, as soon as he left the Stairs of Light, he lost his upward momentum and his spiritual flying instinct, and fell straight down, stepping on the gray fog that was the bottom layer.

It looks like I need to upgrade two or three more sequences. If Sequence 4 is indeed a qualitative change, then after I become half god and half human, it should be enough... Klein looked up and made some judgment.

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In St Samuel's Church.

Daly walked slowly into the Nighthawks' base, where Sost was already waiting for him.

"The Archbishop wants me here. What's the matter?"

Earlier, when she was walking in the cemetery managed by the Church of the Night, feeling the resonance and communication of the spirits, Leonard actually came to her in a hurry. He said that Archbishop St. Anthony wanted them to go to Soest together, but he left without waiting for her or explaining what the matter was. He looked worried, which made Daly very curious.

The church bells chimed eleven just as she entered the room. Before Soest spoke, Daly noticed a small glass bottle on the desk.

The eyes of the necromancer mentor who often dealt with spirits lit up, and he immediately walked over and looked at the thing carefully near the table:
"Is this convenient spirit storage container the latest sealing tool?"

"Material like glass should be restricted by some rules, right? It can block observation, and my little darlings can't spy on it, but it won't affect the surrounding objects. It can even isolate the influence of Beyonder characteristics on surrounding objects to a great extent. This is really a genius design. Is it a new product of the Steam Church or developed by the genius of our temple?"

Soest had a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself, and yet wanted to say something again.

"Soest, can I pick it up and have a look?"

"...Of course, we have confirmed that it is safe, and, this is why we asked you to come."

Excited by the sight of prey, Daly immediately picked up the bottle and examined it carefully. The necromancy mentor who was proficient in clairvoyance soon discovered that there was indeed a soul imprisoned inside. She tried to let a little bit of her spiritual power penetrate into it, but unexpectedly felt that the soul in the bottle was now in a "no contract object" state.

"It's really good...it's really good."

Daly admired it sincerely, and couldn't let it go. She didn't try to communicate with the spirit inside further, nor did she plan to wake him up: "This technology can capture and place spirits more easily. I have long been uncomfortable with the nightmares of the church who seal spirits in their teeth, and they have to grin when fighting. No wonder Lord Cecima always likes to wear a high collar. I didn't expect Leonard to start learning from him... And I bet they will definitely not tell their kissing partners about this kind of thing."

Soest hesitated again and pursed his lips.

"You look strange today, Leonard looks strange too. You must be hiding something from me."

Daly laughed a few times, reluctantly put the bottle back on the table, pressed one hand on the table, and leaned forward: "Soest, can you tell me now, what exactly do you want me to do?"

The Requiem Master coughed twice and finally found his rhythm. He reached out and took the bottle, raised it to the two people's sight, and said seriously:
"The spirit inside this bottle is a person who unexpectedly survived a very dangerous and extraordinary event. According to all records, he is dead, but just the day before yesterday, this bottle was anonymously stuffed into our mailbox."

"Him?" Daly said with interest, "I didn't expect him to be such a lucky man."

Soest's expression became increasingly strange, but he still held back. "I hope you understand. The Archbishop and the Red Gloves spent a day studying this bottle and trying to communicate with the spirit inside. But the information they could obtain was limited, so after confirming that he would not pose a danger, the Archbishop decided to notify you to continue communicating with the spirit in the bottle."

Daly nodded, not surprised by the request. But she found something strange: "Hope I understand? Hope I understand what?"

"cough……"

Soest was almost unable to hold back: "The spirit in this bottle is a Night Watcher."

"so?"

"His name is Dunn Smith."

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"On December 12, I played cards with Zaratul."

“On December 12st, play cards with Zaratul and combine fighting evil with old-time board games to create a new way to play.”

"On December 12, I played cards with Zaratul."

"December 12, Edward, oh Edward, is playing cards so fun? You've been here for three days, it's time to think about leaving!" "December 23, playing cards with Zaratul."

"December 12th. I don't feel like playing cards anymore, so I chat about history with Zaratul to pass the time."

……

The hidden church was quiet. Behind the statue of Mother of Heaven was a small space of only two large tiles. It was difficult to squeeze in two adults of normal size, let alone two angels with a card table and dozens of chess pieces.

Zaratul moved his feet and pulled his legs together, his knees tilting the Monopoly boxes stacked on the side. The handwritten deeds and the small stones painted as chess pieces fell to the side with a clatter. The fortune teller reached out and put them back in place, then folded his arms and leaned back against the statue of the Mother of Heaven, his hood covering his eyes, and the beard under his nose moved by the weak air current.

Edward sat on the other side, looking up and looking at the secret doll above.

The puppets were moving without wind, swaying unsteadily. The puppets that were damaged in the previous melee still looked damaged, with arms and legs missing or half of their skulls missing. They looked like broken defective products in the window of a toy store, mixed in with the others in a strange way.

The delirious Antigonus was like a nostalgic human being who would never throw away a toy as long as it was not broken to the point where it was completely unusable.

During the days of imprisonment, besides playing cards, sleeping, daydreaming, and joking with Zaratul, Edward spent his time staring at the dolls on the roof. Edward had already counted how many dolls there were, and how many were male and female. During this time, he also discussed the history of the Kingdom of Night with Zaratul, and conducted in-depth research on the causes and treatments of Antigonus and Mother of Heaven, two natural mythical creatures, who acquired human nature.

The atmosphere of the seminar was harmonious, and both sides were highly involved, and they jointly improved the relevant research. In the end, Zaratul exchanged a piece of not-too-important intelligence and a bowl of lobster pasta for the language of the Kingdom of Night that Edward had deciphered, and prepared to try to illuminate the historical fog fragments of this hidden place in the future.

Edward thus confirmed that Zaratul would indeed have a chance to get out in the future, which was much more important than the dark history between the churches.

Escaping after being imprisoned for 6 days, I feel like I am testing the bottom line of the night, but after all, I have already lost a Sequence One, 6 days is enough for me to recover and leave, not to mention that there is Zaratul here...

It's almost time to go. With this in mind, Edward moved.

He stood up, took a step with his long legs, and stepped past Zaratul.

Zaratul tilted his head slightly and said vaguely as if he couldn't open his mouth: "Are you leaving?"

"Correct."

Zaratul muttered something, as if talking to himself, and finally he shook his head and lay back without saying a word.

Edward looked at him as a riddler with a sidelong glance, and it felt like he was back to the time when they first worked together. To be fair, he didn't really dislike Zaratul, although Russell was furious when he saw this guy pretending to be profound. But fate is indeed something to be feared. In Eastern fables, knowing too much will also be punished by God, not to mention telling these "secrets"?
He walked along the wall several times, his eyes fixed on the wall not far behind the stone statue.

There were no candles in the candlesticks on the wall, but there happened to be a hollow skylight on the dome of the church. The red moonlight slanted in, brushing over the lowered head of the statue of Mother of Heaven and shining on the wall, adding more horror movie atmosphere to the place.

There were short and crude symbols carved there one after another, but there was a blank space in the middle, and they could not be connected to form a shape.

The blank area was the size of two palms and was obviously sunken inward, as if someone had dug out the surface bricks.

"The corresponding obsidian is in the church. No one has taken it away yet. Placing it here will allow this wall to initially get rid of its 'hidden' state and present an illusory color."

Zaratul changed his posture and turned his side face towards Edward: "However, the key to open the door is very special. You have to draw the relevant symbols of the Goddess of Night."

Edward stroked his chin and said, "It's just as I thought. I thought you would trick me again at this time."

"After all, if you can successfully trap me here, the Goddess of Night will most likely be willing to let you go. You've already cooperated with that guy once, so it won't be a problem to do it again."

Zaratul chuckled softly: "If the symbol is drawn incorrectly, at most you will only see the half of the Fool that has lost control."

"But Antigonus didn't become a true god after all, and you said you are already Sequence One, so looking directly at Him will only bring you some trouble. And then if you get upset, you come back and kill my weak projection, and I will suffer a great loss."

"That's the right decision." The devil smiled, "Besides, it's impossible to trap me here."

Edward was still planning to continue to passionately play the role of a devout follower of the Mother Tree of Desire, but then he felt that it was unnecessary and that it would become fake if he played it too much. He stopped talking and quickly found the missing piece of obsidian from the wall under the chair.

Then, He took a few steps forward and placed the obsidian slab into the depression.

The two fit together perfectly without any excess.

The wall quickly emitted light and gradually became transparent, through which one could see the stone slabs on the outside, the wall with holes in it, and the clouds floating in the air.

After re-confirming that it was safe, Edward raised his hand and drew the symbol of the Night Path, which was slightly different from the holy emblem of the Goddess of Night.

Suddenly, the scene behind the transparent door shook like water waves and changed.

Behind the gate was a cliff with no visible bottom, jagged rocks, clouds floating in the air, and a brilliant sun that could not be seen in Backlund. It was like part of a mountaintop! In the far distance, there was a dilapidated and mysterious palace, and a vaguely visible church.

Edward reached out his hand, pressed on the illusory door, and pushed it open.

His figure instantly disappeared from the hidden town.

At this moment, Zaratul also moved. He sat up straight. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his body movements showed his tangled and hesitant emotions. One second, two seconds... After dozens of seconds, he slowly lay back and used his arms to push the surrounding debris to the open space.

"not the right time yet……"

The fortune teller sighed: "Not now..."

In the outside world, Edward had just left the secret town and immediately stepped into the spirit world. He quickly wandered in the spirit world and noticed that the world under his feet was a bright and chaotic blue.

Thinking of the overly bright sunshine just now, Edward's heart suddenly moved. After wandering for a while, He left the spiritual world, and the moment He stepped on the ground, He arrived at a noisy place.

The fishy sea breeze blew in his face, and the hawking and shouting mixed together. Edward immediately felt that his hearing was challenged as he came out of the extremely quiet and secret town. Considering that it was not convenient for him to appear in crowded places, he immediately moved to a relatively dark and inconspicuous alley as soon as he landed.

Just as he was about to take a good look at his surroundings and confirm his current location, a hand suddenly stretched out from the dark alley, and a dagger with a cold glow was placed on his neck, slightly digging into his skin.

?

Edward turned his head in confusion and unexpectedly found that there were quite a lot of people in this alley. Some were holding knives, some were fierce, and some were tied up and seemed to be killed. These people looked at him vigilantly, and when they saw the blood on his body, their vigilance turned into contempt.

A closer look reveals that they are all pitch-black souls, and their sins are at least at the level of dark chocolate.

The dagger had some force, and an ordinary person's carotid artery might have been cut, but Edward stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, and the dagger instantly flew out of his hand, flew backwards and directly cut off the part above the eyebrows of the pirate holding the dagger.

Blood splattered everywhere, like a red coconut being cut open. The pirate kept a ferocious smile on his face and slowly fell down.

After two seconds of silence, three people exploded in succession. Fear and panic tore their bodies apart, leaving only their hearts in a pile of minced meat.

Edward took off his glasses, bent down and wiped the blood stains on them with the corner of the corpse's clothes, then put them back on meticulously.

“Thank you, I’m just hungry.” He said with a smile.

TBC
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Getting out of prison actually just means pushing the door open and walking out.

Double update finished.

(End of this chapter)