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

Chapter 154: Gambling Begins

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December 12, 30 am, cloudy.

On this good day for sleeping, Trenor was woken up by a slap from nowhere.

But the slap didn't hurt, nor was it heavy. It didn't feel like human hands, but like bird feathers. Traynor closed his eyes and thought of the parrot he had bought last week to woo a noblewoman who loved raising birds.

This parrot is of excellent appearance, with bright feathers and high IQ. Its only shortcoming is that it has only learned the hunter's words.

When the parrot said "Who do you think you are?" to him for the fifth time, Trainor could no longer bear it and opened the pot to feed it to the cat. However, he was moved by the parrot's screams and felt pity for it (annoyed), so he threw it into the garden and left it to die.

Treanor wondered how the beast hadn't frozen to death while refusing to open his eyes. He turned over and covered his head with the quilt and pillow in one go, but the big-eared bird followed him relentlessly and pecked at his bedside table.

The Viscount was determined to ignore the bird, and after a few minutes, the knocking sound stopped, and Trenor finally felt relieved. However, before he could rest for a few seconds, he suddenly felt a strange and inexplicable sensation. Puzzled, he half-opened the pillow that was covering his head, and happened to meet the eyes of an owl standing at the head of the bed.

His shadow was reflected in the owl's orange eyes, and Trainor felt that he saw a very mysterious emotion on the bird's face. He pulled the owl's fluffy hair and was about to call Turing to ask where it came from.

The owl was plucked a few times without being moved, and spoke calmly:
"I took your little toy."

Treanor suddenly jumped up from the bed, and then pounced on the owl like a tiger, a word came to his lips but he didn't dare to say it. He suddenly thought of giving the owl a pair of glasses, so that it would be more elegant.

The owl looked at him and asked again, "Did you give it to Richard to support him in that matter?"

"…It's me, father." Treanor thought to himself, could it be that Richard is tired of living and wants to fight against my father again? He quickly started to plead for mercy, "I hope you can consider Him... uh... His firm belief in you..."

Owl: "He said the day before yesterday that he would kill me when he became God."

Traynor was horrified.

"Becoming a god? Isn't there a bound god in the prisoner path..."

"That's not important." The owl shook the feathers on its wings. "I won't care about Richard's behavior this time. I can also pretend that I didn't see your participation."

"But I'll keep the doll for you."

My life-saving item... How can I leave quietly without this... I can't ask the Secret Society to borrow the Sealed Artifact, because then my intentions will be exposed... Should I sneak out incognito, or use the item from the Shepherd's Path to forge a layer of flesh and blood on my body... I can also achieve the effect of the Faceless Man...

Or you can go to the private port openly tonight and leave on a smuggling ship.

It’s also okay to let Riel take me to the spirit world.

and also……

Treanor's mind raced. There were many ways to save his life. Losing the "faceless doll" was only the simplest and safest way (angina pectoris). This was Richard's fault. I had to ask him to do something for me later.

I just happened to hear that there's a small resistance group that's been doing great in the southern continent recently, so I asked Richard to send someone over to negotiate and see if there's any need for funding.

"Are you ready to escape from Intis?"

Owl spoke naturally: "Choose three o'clock this afternoon. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, someone from the Church of the Eternal Sun will come to interrogate you. If you don't leave Trier before then, you will have a fierce battle."

The Church of the Eternal Sun is going to take action against me so soon? That doesn't make sense. Although my properties have been moved away and sold, I am still doing a good job on the surface and paying them. They shouldn't find anything wrong with me... Trena frowned: "Father, did something happen abroad?"

"The Loen royal family colluded with the witch and launched a plague massacre against the people. The total casualties will exceed 60,000. It was announced to the outside world that the relevant people had committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

Traynor nodded.

"I added the twenty thousand dollars."

Traynor immediately stood up and began to gather his things.

My father was promoted to Sequence 3 and was involved in a terrorist incident in the capital of a neighboring country. This incident will definitely affect my safety assessment as a close stakeholder. Add to that the old grudges, the Eternal Sun Church might even invite me over for tea. The Sealed Room got a Hunter Path Sequence Sealed Item - oh, maybe it will be sold to the family as a favor - is the great-grandson of a certain old immortal just a demigod?

But this is very valuable news! He thought as he packed up at the speed of light, this is a good excuse to start a war, a real good excuse to start a war!

If this news were revealed to the members and families of the House of Lords, it would certainly cause an uproar. Moreover, as long as there was a little evidence - assuming that this was a war against Loen, the Witch Cult would be happy to spread their terror. It was a common practice for cult organizations to have their cake and eat it too. They would be willing to cooperate and even exaggerate the information - this was the moral high ground, a just war against dissidents!

It could even drag Feysac and other countries into this...

The War Bishop was lost in thought, and suddenly felt that it was a shame to leave Intis. He really, really wanted to throw this information in the faces of some of the old immortals in the family and see their surprised and funny expressions.

They thought that the Sauron family had the power to influence the war situation! They also hoped that there would be a war to allow the family members to digest the magic potion and improve the overall combat effectiveness!

Unfortunately, everyone knows that the Sauron family is the path to war, so Intis does not even have a Sauron among the governors of the southern continent...

At that time, some people in the family wanted to do their best to make themselves the governor of a city, and the parliament acquiesced. After all, a Sequence 3 Saint was still quite oppressive in Intis, which was in a state of disrepair at the time.

But another group of people firmly disagreed, using their own identities and bloodlines to prove that they were unclean creatures who had married the devil, and that they could not be trusted and could not take on such a big responsibility. In addition, the southern continent was originally the territory of devils and prisoners, and they were afraid that he would betray his family and never come back. In the end, he only used his ability and status to grab the intelligence department and a more remote army.

It's so short-sighted that it makes people want to laugh.

However, going to the Southern Continent is not a good job. Evil gods are everywhere, and cultists are everywhere. Recently, the pale queen of the Spirit Cult has appeared frequently, and the last queen of the Eggs royal family has many fans. Perhaps this is a sign that this organization is about to openly rebel again.

In this environment, some of the residents of the Northern Continent who settled there were inevitably in a state of panic. Many of them had already rushed back with their families, and slaves from the Southern Continent began to be sold covertly on the black market.

"I want to go to the Southern Continent for a while, and then wait for an opportunity to return to the Northern Continent."

"Ah."

After a while, Treanor packed up the more important and valuable things, and entrusted the large and valuable items to Riel to place in his small territory in the spirit world first.

Since his immediate boss was right in front of him, Riel only dared to show a white cat's paw.

After a few minutes, Trainor felt that his strange sensation disappeared. He turned around and found that the owl was still standing there. It turned its head ninety degrees to look at him and made strange cooing sounds.

My dad is gone?

He touched the brown cuckoo chicken curiously and felt something sharp like teeth under its feathers. He withdrew his hand sweating profusely and lifted up the cuckoo chicken by its two paws.

Could it be that my father has something else to contact me about, so he left a relative with me?

Should I feed it human flesh or rats... It feels a bit unethical... Maybe it doesn't need to eat at all?
He carefully lifted the owl out and prepared to go to Turing to discuss the escape. When passing by the open-air garden, he suddenly heard a sharp and hoarse curse from afar. The evil parrot was not frozen to death!

The owl turned its neck to the right 100 times, watching the colorful parrot rushing towards it, and stood on Trainor's hand with its claws as still as a mountain, but its upper body suddenly split in the middle, opening a huge round mouth covered with circles of teeth, and swallowed the parrot whole!
Traynor: ...

The owl returned to normal.

After a while, the owl scratched the feathers on its belly with its claws, pulled out a complete red and blue parrot wing feather from there (between its teeth), and handed it to Traynor.

Traynor took the feather and his expression became even more distorted.

After a while, he found Turing in the gazebo in the corner of the garden, pretending to draft invitations for tomorrow night's party. He put the owl on the guardrail and walked up to knock on Turing's table.

"master?"

"Help me pass a note to the Archbishop." Trena narrowed his eyes and told the intelligence again, saying calmly, "My colleagues in Feysac have been restless in recent years and have been thinking about starting a war. Intis has also followed suit and doesn't want to be caught off guard, otherwise we won't be able to gain any benefits."

"Would you like to pay a visit to the Chief Councillor?"

"That guy is only a Sequence 4. It's not up to him to decide whether or not to prepare for war."

The War Bishop touched his chin and said, "How about this. After I visit the Archbishop this morning, you give him a note saying I will visit him at 5pm, and then we can adjust the dinner time to tonight. Haha, after all, it is still a nominal national decision-making body, and the Archbishop will definitely hint that I should talk to him... After visiting the Archbishop, we will leave and go directly from Intis to the smuggling port."

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It was a rare good morning. On the streets of Backlund, a man who was sitting on a bench by the roadside with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.

He had a face so ordinary that no one would remember him, and his exact age was unclear. His wrists and neck seemed to have movable joints like a puppet's.

He seemed not to feel the cold, wearing a simple shirt and trousers without even a coat.

He stood up slowly, stretched his limbs in the cold morning wind, and moved his body like a real human being, making a clicking sound as his joints were put back into place. Then, he walked briskly and seemed to be in a good mood toward the outside of Backlund.

He walked on a street that was gradually filled with people, and suddenly disappeared from the spot, and suddenly appeared in a wasteland on the outskirts of the city. Then he disappeared again, and then appeared outside a noble manor.

He ignored the order and requirements of the "Forbidden Lock" and flashed directly into the manor. Medici, who was training, turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the gate, but found that there was no one there.

"Is the induction wrong?" The Red Angel muttered to himself, "It seems like something has come in."

“Hey, did you two feel it… Hehe, never mind, I didn’t even notice it, and you two useless guys definitely won’t react at all.”

The topic turned into a provocation halfway through. Medici stood up from his chair, asked everyone to do another 2,000 push-ups, and then walked towards the manor house with a nonchalant smile - but in fact he was extremely alert, keeping an eye on all directions and listening carefully with the two conquerors.

Suddenly, he felt something again. He saw that the door of the main house seemed to move, but when he looked over, the vague sense of crisis had disappeared without a trace.

Interesting... The Red Angel became more alert, slowly walked towards the main door, carefully grasped the handle, and turned it to open it.

The house was warm and lively. The members of the Aurora Society were doing their respective duties, acting as servants of the manor with all their heart. They were doing a thorough cleaning to welcome the New Year in a very festive atmosphere, and a grand mass was expected on New Year's Eve.

The red angel grabbed a servant and asked him, and sure enough, no outsider had come in.

While the Red Angel was preparing to check suspicious elements floor by floor, he had already walked to the secret door of the staircase mezzanine with ease, slipped in, and entered the small indoor temple built after the stairwells on the first and second floors were connected. He looked at the magnificent cross and the ceiling painting that was in its infancy and might be named "The Ancient Sun God Saves the World", then walked to the left wall, floated into the air, and like a ghost, entered a dark room in the wall about three meters above the ground.

Behind the half-meter-thick wall, there is a top-secret small room known only to the Dark Saint and the Red Angel.

——The residence of the true Creator!

Several layers of black curtains were hung down, creating a dim space. On the marble floor, there were long and thin protrusions like blood vessels, beating like a pulse.

On the black iron chair in the center of the God's Residence, the God who looked like a ten-year-old child was sleeping. He looked much older than before, with his hair dyed golden. It seemed that he had gained a lot of strength to resist the pollution from the outer gods, but he could only resist by sleeping.

The true Creator was dressed in a clergy robe mainly in black, barefoot, with a frown on his face. Blood vessels spread out from under his feet, and his flesh and blood corroded the ground and ceiling. He was the heart of this gradually alienated room.

His face began to melt—He bypassed the blood vessels, walked over solemnly, placed his palm in front of the True Creator’s forehead, and said:
"You will not be hurt by the failing of the heart."

The true creator suddenly opened his eyes.

All the chaotic thoughts that had bound Him and the ideas that were not His own suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like the day when God descended. He suddenly fell from an extremely crazy mood to clarity, and for a moment he didn't know if he had gone completely crazy.

Then He saw a man—a man—a man?

The True Creator decided to be more rigorous: First, this is not a human, this is a - there is no doubt that this is an alien god, but it is unknown whether it is the original body or a god descended. Secondly, this container is an extraordinary item, and then, He is sure that what He saw the moment he opened his eyes was an indescribable mythical creature that could not be described in words, but the next moment, this mythical creature collapsed into the appearance of a human!
People, probably people.

To be precise, it is a magical block of color.

If the real creator had played Minecraft or tried modeling, he would be able to grasp this feeling more accurately, but he didn't, so he could only describe it this way: "The outline of an oil painting that is fully painted but not yet detailed."

"Nice to meet you, True Creator. I'm here to talk to you."

The sound was heard, but the color block did not move at all. The real creator suspected that the other party's vocal organ was not a mouth.

"I will not accept any conditions from the Outer Gods. You should tell me where you came from!"

"The barrier hasn't been broken yet, how did you get to the interior of the earth?!"

The True Creator responded solemnly, His flesh and blood surged, and the room began to beat like a heart. He immediately communicated with His true self and prepared to use His power to start a war! But the color block's arm moved slightly, and the curse reappeared, eroding His body and spirit more violently, forcibly interrupting everything.

"Hear me out, True Creator."

The color blocks made sounds:
"There is a human being who is so bold as to dare to gamble his own fate with me, and the future of this planet."

"I'm very interested, so I decided to put some progress on hold and be your good neighbor for a while."

I don't believe you. The real Creator remained unmoved and suppressed the many illusions caused by the curse: "What does this have to do with me?"

"I wonder if you, as a part of the ancient sun god, are willing to bet with me on his future and whether he will die."

"For this reason, I would like to renew my alliance with you."

As the god of mankind and the creator of the human era, the Ancient Sun God is enough to serve as a standard for judging the human group and even gods. Although the Ancient Sun God is gone, the true creator as his human side can still be used as a standard for judging humans and the Seven Gods.

Richard's life can influence some humans and gods on earth, but it cannot be fatal.

But if it is the fate of the real Creator, maybe it is possible.

He? The real Creator thought, it’s just an angel, it shouldn’t be too difficult to save him, but the problem is that the words of the outer gods are not trustworthy, will He really just sit back and watch the situation because this angel is alive?
Seeing the True Creator begin to think, the Decayed King naturally reached out his hand to Him:

"Renew your covenant with me, God of mankind."

"You can choose not to believe me, not to make an agreement, and immediately tell the gods my identity, and bet on whether they will do their best to kill me, whether they can kill me, and whether they will sell the earth to me. But no matter what, I will kill you immediately."

The above questions are very practical, and the real creator really doesn't dare to think about whether the Seven Gods, who can fight together without external forces, are willing to work together. It's like a group of people with grievances encounter robbers in the wild. They have no choice but to unite and resist. But if there is a person who persuades the robbers to surrender, and there is a robber leader who seems to be rational and communicative, then the thoughts of these people are hard to predict.

The True Creator's expression changed: "Are you using humans to threaten me?"

"Do humans still need me to threaten them?" the decadent king asked.

"Renewing the covenant - oh, you are Edward? Your level of acting as a human is really good..."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The True Creator said cautiously, "I don't believe there are no additional conditions, nor do I believe you will fulfill your promise. I once had the authority to judge, and you can't find loopholes in the contract."

"If He is really dying, you are not allowed to save Him."

“…Who is He?”

"My student." The Outer God admitted directly, "Angel of Temperance, Richard Ernst."

"I can swear on my essence that I will not become your enemy for the time being - until the outcome of this bet is revealed. The premise is that you are willing to do so."

"..."

The Decayed King didn't care: "Don't look at me like that. I am willing to stop here temporarily because I think His destruction is worth seeing. If He can really survive... I will be happy to re-judge human civilization. I wish you will have more splendid explosions in the future. The only additional condition is that neither you nor I can directly interfere with His fate."

"Make your choice, Creator."

"Choose to make a promise with me, believe in humanity, believe that this world still has room for normal and kind people to survive."

TBC
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"Of course." The Declined King said with a smile (you can't tell he's smiling, but his words are full of smiles), "If you lose the bet, I'll start with you."

The True Creator's hand, which was about to reach out, froze.

(End of this chapter)