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

Chapter 146 The curtain opens and the characters enter

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After another failure, the seventh exploration began soon. Derrick, who had already made the attempt, no longer behaved abnormally, but took the initiative to check the mural of "Redemption Rose".

As usual, the exploration team entered the underground hall with the altar and statues and found the obviously weird little boy Jack.

After a similar conversation, Derrick once again saw the face made up of someone else's facial features.

With his experience, he did not do anything provocative. He lowered his voice and said to Demon Hunter Colin:

"Your Excellency, the face on his chest is very similar to the angel in the mural above. It's the angel with silver hair and a river running end to end under his feet. Um, the mural with 'Redemption Rose' written in the corner."

Demon Hunter Colin was startled at first, then he frowned.

As he watched and comforted the little boy Jack, he looked at Derrick out of the corner of his eye.

After a few seconds of silence, he whispered:
"Because you mentioned this matter, it made me have some associations."

Without waiting for Derrick to ask, he continued, "We have studied the mural for a long time, and simply believe that it depicts an angel leading the way and a group of pilgrims. The name of their group may be 'Redemption Rose'."

"The river connecting end to end represents a cycle, and our interpretation is that the pilgrimage happens over and over again."

"And now it seems that it may identify the identity of that angel."

"This is an idea you gave me, because Amon was once hidden inside you."

"Why?" Derrick was confused.

Demon Hunter Colin looked at the little boy Jack and said, "The little worm left by Amon is a symbol of time, and the circulating river is often related to fate. Putting the two together, I recall some content mentioned in some books, which I don't know whether it is true or not.

"When the 'Lord of Creation, the All-Knowing and All-Powerful God' was looking at this world, He was surrounded by many angels. Among them, there were eight angel kings who were the leaders of all angels and closest to the throne of God. Some of their names have disappeared in the long history, while some still have certain records, some brief, some detailed.

“It is rumored that some of these eight angel kings are descendants of gods.

"Among them, there are two angel kings whose titles are 'Angel of Time' and 'Angel of Destiny'."

Derrick suddenly understood and asked as if to confirm:
"You think Amon is the 'Angel of Time' and the one on the mural is the 'Angel of Destiny'?"

"It cannot be confirmed for now. Only one title of 'Time Angel' has been passed down, while the records of 'Destiny Angel' are relatively detailed..." "Demon Hunter" Colin suddenly took a breath.

Then, he said in a deep voice:

"The Angel of Destiny, 'Tail-Eater' Ouroboros."

Having said that, Colin Iliad glanced in the direction of Wisen Skold from the corner of his eye, but the latter did not focus his attention here. Instead, he was fully on guard against the little boy Jack.

This time, the communication with the little boy Jack went relatively smoothly. Seeing that Derrick handled the situation very well and got a lot of information about the outside world from Jack, Colin also shifted his attention away from Jack. He casually took a few steps, pretending to count the members, and asked Weisen Skold on a "sudden impulse":
"I heard that you also took the initiative to apply to join this time?"

The Dawn Knight, who had silver-gray hair that was relatively rare in Silver City, was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Yes, Your Excellency the Chief."

Colin nodded, skipped the topic, and casually said something about family matters:
"How is your child doing? Has he seen a therapist?"

Continuing the offspring is the top priority of Silver City besides survival. As the chief, it is normal for him to care about the newborns and young children in the city. What's more, the children of the Skold family are well-known to be special in Silver City.

Speaking of the child, the young soldier smiled and said without hesitation: "I saw it. In order to let me feel at ease to participate in the exploration, my wife went with me to check on the child before I left."

He said hurriedly: "The therapist said that my child is growing very fast and is very healthy. He will be born smoothly in another 60 or 70 cycles!"

Colin's mouth also showed a smile unconsciously: "Have you given him a name?"

"My wife hoped it would be a boy so that she could fight alongside me in the future," Weissen Skold said with a big smile. "She always believed it was a boy, but I thought it would be a girl, too...so in the end we gave him two names, Uno if it was a boy, and Una if it was a girl."

The chief nodded: "Do these two names have any special meaning?"

"I drew it by lot."

The Dawn Knight smiled and said, "It means 'one blessed by God'. There are many other names with good meanings placed together, such as courage, beauty, wisdom and holiness... My wife and I are very satisfied with this one."

Colin was silent for a second, then smiled and took a breath: "Yeah...it's a good name indeed."

After that, he stopped talking and continued to pay attention to Derrick who was talking to Jack.

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In the East District, in a cafe with greasy tabletops.

Klein arrived at the appointed time and ate oatmeal bread dipped in the broth of lamb stewed with tender peas while listening to Old Kohler telling him about the news he had collected in the past week.

Unfortunately, there is not much valuable information in it.

After the other party finished speaking, Klein thought for a moment, then took out two pounds worth of bills and pushed them over.

"You've already given it to me!" Old Kohler was startled and waved his hands in astonishment.

Klein chuckled and said, "I will go to the south for vacation within this week. I have worked hard for a year, and it is time to rest for a while."

"It may take me two or three weeks to come back, so I'll pay you the corresponding compensation in advance. Haha, don't forget to help me collect information."

"Okay, okay!" Old Kohler took the banknotes with joy and gratitude.

At this moment, he had already figured out how to spend the New Year.

He planned to buy the cured ham that he had been reluctant to buy before and use it to go with his bread.

I can't wait to spend a warm new year with Taylor... Thank you, Detective Moriarty! He swallowed unconsciously.

Klein picked up his hat and thought for a moment before saying, "You should have noticed that the East District has been a bit chaotic lately."

"Don't put yourself at risk just to get information. If you find something wrong, avoid it immediately and don't get involved."

He was quite worried about the events surrounding Prince Edessak, so he thought of reminding old Kohler.

"I understand." Old Kohler patted his chest and said, "I'm very timid. I won't take risks."

“Very good.” Klein praised.

He immediately thought of the laundry lady Liv and her two daughters, Freya and Daisy, who loved reading and hoped to change their fate. He said thoughtfully, "Please keep an eye on Liv's family and don't let them get bullied. If there is a riot in the East District, take them to a safe place."

"Riot...you mean the workers' protest?" Old Kohler asked in confusion.

“Almost.” Klein responded vaguely.

This is the limit of what he can reveal, otherwise it will easily arouse suspicion from people or the sealed objects.

After doing all this, he said goodbye to old Kohler and returned to the Hillston area alone.

Last night, Emlyn White actually received a request from a powerful vampire to pray to the "Fool" to relieve his psychological suggestion. Klein used his already very skilled charlatan rhetoric to trap Emlyn, and firmly believed that he was the savior of the vampires, and took the initiative to join the Tarot Club.

Then, Klein came to Sephira Castle and divined whether it would be appropriate to go to Red Rose Manor tomorrow afternoon, but failed again.

I have always said that divination is not omnipotent, and now this statement has been proven... I have to make my own decision... I must take this step, otherwise I will not be able to leave the stage without attracting attention and move behind the scenes... The sooner the better, I can't delay, otherwise things may be out of control... As his thoughts fluctuated, Klein made a decision.

He immediately returned to the real world, put on a double-breasted frock coat, a half-high silk hat, and walked out of 9 Second Avenue, his destination being Prince Edsac's Red Rose Manor.

…The Faceless Man landed on the ground and in the blink of an eye turned into another Edward Vaughn.

Edward was always very satisfied with the Faceless Man's almost seamless transformation. He casually threw the house clothes given by the suite to him and said, "Do your best to act well before I come back."

The faceless man caught the clothes thrown to him with both hands. He didn't dare to lower his head with his current face, nor did he dare to respond. He just looked quietly at the home clothes in his hands.

After that, Edward entered the spirit world and found a hidden place to hide. He looked through his collection cabinet and found that he only had this faceless man. He thought for a moment, released a mid-sequence demon, ate the other's soul, and directly occupied this body with his own spirit, absorbed this characteristic, and then put on this body and stuffed his own body into the collection cabinet.

Puff. This weak body immediately showed signs of collapse, and the spiritual power and blood turned into thin threads, stitching up the broken wounds closely and tightly, making it healed, like a hideous blood-colored centipede crawling all over the body.

The flesh was constantly damaged and repaired, and the speed of stitching became faster and faster, so gradually a balance was formed.

Edward left the spirit world and appeared directly on a passenger ship that had been away from the port for a long time.

He bought a boat ticket yesterday and reserved an empty room under a false name. Since there was no ticket check, the room was still locked from the outside, the curtains were closed, the cleaning staff had just left, and no staff would come until entering the port of Pritz.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the room was quiet and dim. Edward walked to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and looked at the person in the mirror - he had messy ear-length hair, slightly drooping eyes, and smooth hair, looking gentle and peaceful.

Looking closely, the hair is not pure black or dark gray, but there are many dark purple and almost black hairs mixed in with the black hair, and even the eyes have faint purple lines.

This is a unique physiological characteristic of the North family. Because their residence is closest to the abyss among the three major demon families, they have been spiritually polluted by the abyss for thousands of years. In addition, this is a genetic characteristic formed by their long-term research on evil spells, just like the tenacious blue hair gene in the elven bloodline.

With this appearance, the Decayed King began to think about how he should play the role of a human being.

Obviously, in order to better complete the smuggling, he had to be significantly different from the character of "Edward" and have this unfamiliar face.

After a moment, he smoothed the corners of his mouth that were habitually raised, wiped away the smile in his eyes, and the gentle temperament that seemed to be there and not there on the container suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the transformation seemed to be ironic indifference and arrogance.

He looked at himself in the mirror quietly for a while, then floated to the edge of the sofa like a shadow and sat there quietly.

Almost an hour later, the whistle sounded, and the passenger ship was about to enter the port. The almost weightless shadow floated out again, naturally blending into the crowd waiting to disembark, passing through the blind spot of the ticket inspector's vision, and stepped on the ground of Pritz Harbor.

The appearance and clothing of this descendant of the North family were not eye-catching. Even with his indifferent temperament, he would at most attract a few more glances from others, far from being impressive. This was exactly what the Decayed King wanted. It was still dozens of kilometers from here to the city of Backlund. He stood there for a while and decided to hurry up a bit. After all, it seemed that there was only more than an hour left before the show started.

He separated from the large group of people getting off the ship, turned into a small road, and appeared in an empty alley in the next step. He took another step and went straight through the flashing door to the East District.

After entering the East District, He immediately felt the atmosphere that He was most familiar with and most comfortable with, just like a fish returning to water. The long-lost spiritual activity gradually improved the declining king's increasingly bad mood. He slowly patrolled the city, looking for survivors with interest in the fate of all decay and destruction. These survivors were like lights in the dark, bubbles that occasionally floated up from the deep sea, ordinary and lucky.

The decadent king allowed his spirit to activate in a small area, and he did not mind adding to this natural disaster. As time passed, he was getting closer and closer to his goal. Suddenly, he felt that the fate of a certain place had suddenly changed.

The lifeless fate of the people around him suddenly fluctuated, and he saw with his own eyes that one after another, people who were destined to die just now had the possibility of "survival" again, and this was not just a few individuals, but the fate of large groups was changed!
Who is trying to change this disaster?
"Who is it?" He whispered, "If you can make such a huge change, why wait until now?"

The spiritual perception close to the level of gods has already tended towards authority. The moment this question arose, His inspiration completed the divination for Him, pointing out the direction and giving hints.

He saw a blonde girl's face suddenly changed, she muttered to herself, saying a name:
"Chike? Is this the original witch's real name?"

At the same time, He also felt that His spirituality was hindered. He was very familiar with this feeling of rejection. After all, on this earth, there was only one force that could hinder Him in this unique way!
Sephiroth!

First, if we exclude Adam who viewed humans as renewable resources, it will be clear where the obstructive force comes from.

In order not to be disturbed by Sefirah Castle, He chose to use His authority to sense His best choice. The Decayed King waited for a second. This time, His spiritual guidance was not disturbed by Sefirah Castle and high-level power. He slightly turned his head to look somewhere, and then suddenly disappeared from the spot.

……

The plain-looking quill no longer wrote on its own, and its surface had dulled a bit.

The meteorite he had summoned was unexpectedly resolved by the other party. The serious middle-aged man with only one eye left held the feather pen and wrote quickly in a psychic state:
"Azik Eggers obviously hasn't recovered all of his memories and strength. His attempt to travel through the spirit world and the astral world happened to go wrong at this time due to hidden dangers in this area. As a result, he and Sherlock Moriarty ended up not far from Ince Zangwill and his friends..."

Ince Zangwill was about to put an end to this sentence when suddenly a huge fear descended upon his heart. The colors in front of him suddenly became richer. A person he was extremely familiar with, no, a person he dared not forget at all, appeared in front of him.

The demon angel narrowed his eyes and looked at him, then looked at the 0-08 in his hand, snorted, and returned to the colorful world.

The second after He disappeared, Ince Zangwill suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, almost spitting out his heart. The blood just covered the words he had just written. The feather pen in his hand trembled violently, and he dipped it in his blood and quickly wrote lines of words:
"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Ince Zangwill's arbitrary change of fate attracted a great being who pursues negative emotions and life. The "Angel of the Abyss" Edward Vaughn actually appeared in Backlund at this time! Why did he come?"

0-08 was about to write while holding Ince Zangwill's hand, but suddenly he paused, and wrote a line of words slowly as if someone was holding it tightly: "I didn't expect someone would extend an olive branch to this devil. What a crazy choice."

"It seems that He did not want this good show to be disturbed, so He went on to pursue an incongruous fate."

Only then did Ince Zangwill finally stop his heart-wrenching cough. He grasped the quill with all his strength and used all his courage to write a sentence that was so powerful that it could be seen through the back of the paper:

"He caught up with Azik Eggs!"

After writing this sentence, Ince Zangwill even stopped breathing, and the fear of arranging angels surged up belatedly.

Five seconds later, ten seconds later, half a minute later, he realized that he was still alive. He fell backwards exhausted, staring at the bloodstained notebook with his eyes wide open, not daring to imagine what would happen next.

……

Everything around seemed like an illusion, with rich colors, overlapping and rapidly receding.

Just as Klein came back to his senses and observed and experienced this wonderful journey, he felt Mr. Azik's hand, which was holding his arm, tremble slightly.

Before he could react, he felt a strong vibration, as if an earthquake had hit and the world was spinning.

The receding of colors suddenly stopped. Azik's eyes were confused for a moment, and then he retreated at a faster speed.

Now even Klein noticed the impending danger. He felt the aura emanating from Azik suddenly become extremely cold, as if some terrifying power was reviving, and his spiritual premonition had no reaction - Klein immediately understood that without the use of gray fog, his spiritual perception would have failed directly because the impending crisis was too extraordinary!

Then, as they watched, the colorful world before their eyes shook violently again. A huge, pitch-black claw tore open the passage to the spiritual world from the outside. The rust-like red color immediately covered all the surrounding colors and quickly spread towards where they were!

When he saw the claw, Klein's pupils suddenly shrank.

Azik's eyes focused, and pale flames immediately burned around his body, wrapping Klein and himself inside, resisting the erosion of the rust.

Then he frowned and pressed his fingers to his temples, as if in great pain.

Stab it!

Although no sound was made, the sound appeared in the minds of both of them at the same time.

Two huge black claws tore open the passage to the spiritual world with absolute force. A hideous and terrifying alien face appeared in the crack behind the gap. The body that was dozens of times larger than that of a human brought an extremely strong visual impact.

Azik growled, "Don't look!"

At the same time, he quickly reached out and covered Klein's eyes, but he was a step too slow. Klein's head was hit hard and he almost lost consciousness in pain.

Azik felt his eyes blurred, and he seemed to see some gray mist appearing on Klein. The scene he imagined of Klein losing control and turning into a monster did not happen. His student did not have any more negative reactions except for a little pain and a brief spiritual instability, which made Azik feel a little relieved.

The creature that could not be described as anything other than a demon took in this scene. Its appearance was so terrifying, but its voice was still as gentle as Klein remembered, with a demonic temptation that made him feel attracted to it:
"Long time no see. How are you doing lately, Klein Moretti? And this Archon of Death."

"—Where are you going?"

TBC
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The title format is limited to the period of heavy smog.

(End of this chapter)