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

Chapter 162 Personnel Transfer and Visit to Fors

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Witnessing the Outer Gods leaving the manor, the True Creator thought for a moment and called Medici with the oracle.

The leisurely Red Angel walked into the office with a half-smoked cigarette in his hand. After entering, he handed one over:
“Lord, you are looking for me?”

The True Creator almost took it, but considering his current image and majesty, He signaled with his eyes, and Medici placed the cigarette on the desk in front of Him.

"sit."

"Has the Iron Cross begun to pray to you?"

Medici moved his chair closer to the desk, took a puff of his cigarette, and had the good manners to avoid blowing it in anyone's face: "It has already begun."

"Tony Twain is a kid who is suitable to be a pioneer. Although he is young, his thinking is as old-fashioned as a knight from the last era. As long as he is given glory and praise as carrots, he will rush forward. His personal soldiers are also young men who regard war as glory and yearn for heroic sacrifice and to be recorded in history. Who in the current hunter path has a better record than the 'God of War'? It is not difficult to convince them."

"Their leader, Gaston Raymond, is an excellent conspirator. After Tony Twain and his friends submitted to me, Gaston Raymond immediately expressed his loyalty to me. He was even one Sequence higher than I was at that time. ... Lord, I want to teach this smart-aleck a lesson. When will you allow me to return to Sequence One?"

The True Creator replied: “It is not the right time yet.”

His Riddler's passivity seemed to be triggered suddenly, but the True Creator endured for a while and still explained one more sentence.

"You are in a difficult state to deal with the spiritual imprint of that extraordinary characteristic."

Medici immediately understood: "Is Alistair still screaming in the mental imprint?"

"Not only that."

"The Sequence 1 characteristic in your hand is not mine either?" Medici pondered for two seconds. "Oh, that's right. Since the Fifth Epoch, the only high-ranking members of the Hunter Path who have died were the Sauron family of Intis. Is that characteristic Sauron's?"

One third of the Red Evil Spirits...but it is obvious that Medici accounts for a higher proportion in the Red Evil Spirits, which is one half.

It is indeed not an easy task for one half of Medici to fight against the common enemy, the spiritual imprint of Alistair, while dividing his mind to suppress Soran, who is more compatible with his own characteristics.

In dealing with Medici, Soren and Einhorn, old colleagues, were clearly on the same front. If they were not careful, the relationship between them would become three-thirds, and the two of them could suppress Medici. Even further, Soren successfully replaced Medici's dominant position, and Medici was locked on the right cheek and could only use one mouth to leave the country.

In front of the True Creator, neither of the two conquerors appeared, but Medici clearly felt Soran's gloating mood.

He decided to disgust Soran: "Lord, you don't have to worry about the spiritual imprint, because his ancestors were afraid of Alistair. Maybe the spiritual imprint of the Soran family in this characteristic has already destroyed itself."

Soran began to passionately greet Alistair's ancestors, but the True Creator did not respond:
“…When my power returns to the level of the Angel King, or Sequence One, I will be able to try to separate you.”

"I have returned to being a demigod now."

Soran's voice suddenly stopped. Medici's mind was silent.

The malicious smile on Medici's face widened. "Lord, there is no need to separate them, just destroy them! The buzzing of two flies is really annoying. I have listened to it for almost two thousand years and don't want to listen to it for even one more second. Okay, the Red Angel has mercy: Do you two have any last words?"

"I'm sorry to hear this," Einhorn said. "I will try to die with you before that day comes."

"Still dreaming, come and give it a try."

Medici curled his lips nonchalantly and tried to press the unextinguished cigarette butt into his mouth on the left cheek.

The True Creator felt very fresh when he saw the Red Evil Spirit bickering, and even said jokingly, "I think this is also very interesting. If possible, it would be a good idea to seal their spirits."

“Excuse me for refusing.” Soran said, “Great Creator, after all, I was once a brave warrior. Please grant us the mercy of death because we were humiliated by lunatics during our lifetime and suffered hardships after death!” - He seemed to have accepted the result that he would be destroyed without any resistance.

Medici said unhappily: "You have no right to speak here!"

"I'll consider it." The True Creator and Medici answered with one blushing and the other frowning. "Medici has never had an acquaintance that he could get along with for two thousand years. He always spares no effort to provoke people. Perhaps it's because you are all provocateurs, so you are more resistant."

Medici, who was suddenly backstabbed by his master, widened his eyes in astonishment, and then he stretched out his voice:
"Lord—"

"My Legion—my Red of War—"

"Your loyal soldiers now lack the strength to serve you!"

The calm and unhurried True Creator immediately showed a look like Fors who was being urged to submit his manuscript. He immediately stopped Medici from continuing to ask for funds and personnel to expand his armaments, and said righteously:

"The Iron Cross has a War Bishop, a Weather Warlock, and ten mid-sequence subordinates. This is already a considerable manpower."

"Besides, there are nearly a hundred low-sequence and well-trained ordinary soldiers. The armies and intelligence departments of various countries have spies planted. This is the limit of what a relatively neutral organization can do, not to mention you."

"I had at least one legion of warlocks when I attacked the dragon's castle in the sky!"

"Don't bring up the events of the Second Era!"

"So we should start preparing now!" Medici asked for military funds with a eloquent voice, kicked away the chair and stood up, "Lord, your power is recovering so quickly, maybe those three hateful and cowardly traitors will find out soon? By then, we will have to face the joint attack of three... at least two churches. Lord, please understand! The Great Snake is still out of contact, and even if it comes back, it can't immediately become a reliable angel-level combat force. There are only two angels guarding your throne, and you don't even have enough believers. How can you be considered safe!"

"Outer gods don't count. The two angels I'm talking about are me and the little devil named Raymond. Yes, you still have to be on guard against outer gods." Medici added.

Well, what he said made sense, and the True Creator had to admit that the available power of the Aurora Society was comparable to that of a church. If the Eternal Sun and the Storm joined forces to attack, they would definitely be stretched to their limits in a short period of time.

At the same time, if he could not deal with the church's troops, his own hunter armed forces would be exhausted and lose the ability to intervene in the upcoming war.

Adam's deification ceremony, coupled with the turmoil of the past few years, how could the true creator not know what was going to happen!
As for Storm and Lieyang, their own survival was a matter of life and death, so they would definitely go all out and even temporarily put aside their prejudices against each other. But the True Creator always felt that this was another reason for Medici to expand his armaments - High Sequences determined the outcome of the battle, and one Medici was enough to overthrow countless Beyonder teams.

After all, even if they secretly recruited more people in the name of the Iron Cross, it would attract the attention of the church after recruiting dozens or hundreds of people. The hunters' military power would only change qualitatively after they became an army or a legion, and a few dozen more people would only be a drop in the bucket.

The True Creator suddenly envied King Loen, who could conduct human trade "openly" and abduct nearly ten thousand people to build his own mausoleum.

If I could really plunder a thousand people at once, I would have achieved a decisive victory.

It only takes a whisper to make them cry bitterly, and turn over a new leaf to become believers of the true Creator. If they believe in one second, they will be devout believers for the rest of their lives. Medici's Red War Reconstruction is within reach, but it's a pity that it is not wanted.

Regarding the expansion of the Aurora Society... it is most successful among the grassroots and lower classes who are in danger of losing their jobs. There is no difference between believing in evil gods and believing in good gods, and there is no difference between dying by sacrifice and dying of starvation. The numbness and pain will not change. The middle class can also quickly achieve results through infiltration and recruiting acquaintances, but the price is that they cannot stay for a long time. After developing a group of people, they must change places immediately, otherwise they will be discovered soon.

There is no way. Normally, the mental state of believers of the true creator is abnormal, and they often express it fanatically in their daily lives, and even spit on their original beliefs, which makes it extremely easy to be exposed.

The rich class has the most difficult situation. Those among them who have a little money will maintain good relations with the Orthodox Church, and the flow of money and faith is highly consistent.

Even if they really need to do business with the Aurora Society, they will try their best to avoid participating in prayers and ceremonies.

In the old days, organizations that developed in this way were generally called pyramid schemes.

The biggest pyramid scheme leader in the dark side of the Extraordinary World felt that he was short of manpower and had a long way to go. The Aurora Society was so small that any rash expansion would surely arouse suspicion. Moreover, if he tried to be promoted to an angel, the three gods would definitely feel it, and he would not be able to hide it.

He had just been promoted to Sequence 4, but judging by the efficiency of the transitional force, it wouldn’t be long.

"Medici, my loyal war angel, I understand your concerns and I understand your desires."

The True Creator looked solemn and took out a document from the drawer, and solemnly pushed it in front of Medici:

"This matter concerns the improvement of the Aurora Society's strength, and how much of a role the Iron Cross can play in the future war sweeping across the northern continent. It's a matter of great importance, and you are the only one who can accomplish it. Medici, now, I'm handing this mission over to you."

"My sword, you will conquer the earth again!"

Medici had not expected that the Lord would not delay but seriously issue the oracle this time. After a second of surprise, he immediately changed his face to a serious one. He picked up the documents on the table with both hands. His ambition to create chaos in the world had been burning like wildfire since he heard about the "war sweeping across the northern continent". Finally, finally! This day has finally come!
The document only had two thin pages, and the first page had a few large words on it: Confidential Document.

Medici looked at the True Creator, who nodded solemnly, and Medici turned to the next page.

Personnel appointment letter

In order to adapt to the strategic development needs of the Iron Cross Society under the new situation, it is decided to make new personnel appointments for the following personnel with approval. The specific appointments are now announced as follows:

Appoint Red Angel as the head of the Iron Cross Human Resources Department, with overall responsibility for the work.

...Perhaps the Lord wants me to personally select talented personal soldiers? Medici slowly typed a question mark.

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On Sunday evening, Fors, who had stayed at home for a week, waited and waited, but Xio never came back with dinner.

She guessed that Hugh was most likely assigned another temporary mission by MI9, so she decided to go out for a walk, breathe some fresh air, and have dinner at a nearby restaurant.

Some time ago, when she asked Hugh to run errands for MI5, she asked him to take a walk around the King's Road and look at every house. Someone like Hugh who didn't know about it shouldn't attract attention. Therefore, she learned that Villa No. was empty and Mr. Edward Vaughan seemed to have moved away.

Xio felt a little strange when he mentioned this news, but he didn't take it seriously, after all, they had only met once. And this was a good thing for Fors - she might not have to worry about being approached by the other party.

Fors's heart finally settled down: That's right, I'm just a small figure!

At the same time, this could also be a very bad thing. Mr. Edward left Backlund so abruptly, and the timing was very clever, just before and after the heavy smog. If he wasn't going on vacation, then... With the information from Mr. Fool, it was hard for Fors to think otherwise.

Forget it. No matter what, the matter is over. If the other party is really a big shot, he would not take a small ant like me seriously. If I want to kill all the people involved in order to hide my identity, it would be too troublesome... Fors put on her coat and boots, put on her scarf, and prepared to go out for a walk.

After the heavy smog, the country did increase its efforts in environmental protection and the promotion of anthracite. Many small companies producing anthracite immediately received a large number of orders, and stocks in the environmental protection materials industry took off.

This has brought about a more obvious benefit, which is that the recent smog has indeed decreased a bit, and blue sky, white clouds and stars can now be seen occasionally in the city.

Therefore, Fors was willing to go out for a walk and breathe the cleaner air.

She left her apartment, closed the door, and walked down the stairs. When she walked out of the townhouse, Fors saw a man standing sideways beside a telephone pole on the street opposite her, flipping through a thick book. She instinctively wanted to see the title of the book, but she didn't expect the man to raise his head sharply and look directly at her.

The moment their eyes met, Fors suddenly saw the other person's face clearly - dark brown hair, black eyes, tortoise-shell glasses and beard - Edward Vaughn! Her heart almost stopped beating, and she wanted to turn around and run away in a panic, but her body was already unable to move.

Seeing her like this, a playful smile appeared on the other person's expressionless face. She could clearly hear the other person's words appear directly in her mind from across the street four or five meters away:

"Ms. Fors, why are you so scared?" "Did he tell you my identity?"

He? Why “he”? Mr. Fool should be… “Him”.

Then, Fors's mind suddenly went blank. She felt her thoughts stagnate and her mind was in a trance. After being stunned for a few seconds, she suddenly smiled and greeted the man familiarly:

"Long time no see, Mr. Winter."

“How is your clinic doing lately?”

The Outer God who had successfully "become" a real person in the other person's memory also smiled and took the initiative to walk over along the sidewalk from the opposite side of the street. According to the habit of that soul, he first wiped the palm of his right hand with his left hand, then stretched out his hand and shook hands with Fors through the thick gloves:
"Long time no see, Miss Wall."

"I've sold my clinic and switched to the lumber business. My business in Hals is doing pretty well, and I came to Backlund today to purchase goods. It's such a coincidence that I run into you."

Hearing this, Fors was a little surprised: "You are a top student in medical school, and now you choose to do business?"

Winter smiled and said, “Try some new industries.”

As he spoke, he asked in a very seductive tone: "Miss Wall, would you like to have dinner together and chat?"

Fors had come out for dinner, so she didn't subconsciously resist the proposal. She hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.

"Excuse me."

So the two of them walked side by side into the nearest restaurant. After they ordered their meals, Winter naturally helped pay the bill. Fors was a step slower, so she had to promise to pay for the meal the next time they met.

"Let's chat, Miss Fors." said the Decayed King.

"Your weekly Monday afternoon meeting is still going on, right?"

Fors answered naturally, "Yes, it's still running. Stupid..."

"You don't have to tell me the details. What did you talk about in last week's meeting?"

Fors didn't think it was abnormal at all. The deal was done. She wholeheartedly believed that "Mr. Winter is a good friend whom she hasn't seen for a long time" and "the Tarot Club doesn't need to keep this friend completely secret." So she quickly sorted out the important information and briefly explained:
"'The Sun' got rid of the mysterious cycle, he said it was related to the 'Angel of Destiny'."

Ouroboros? The "Sun" met Ouroboros and got rid of him? But Ouroboros is not... Could it be that the "Sun" is, as the literal meaning suggests, a hidden angel on this path? Without any cause and effect, the Decayed King did not understand this sentence for a moment. But He did not ask immediately, but wrote down the question and asked it again after He had finished speaking.

"Miss Justice has ordered an extraordinary item from Mr. The Hanged Man and Mr. The World that can change one's appearance."

"We have a new member, Mr. 'Moon' of the vampire clan."

"Mr. 'Sun' mentioned the eight 'Angel Kings' in the mythology of the City of Silver."

Silver City?
This name, which has an ancient meaning and is out of tune with the present, reminded the Decayed King of the "Ancient Giant Language" he had overheard before.

It turned out to be like this. There are still tribes in the world that use the ancient giant language as their daily language! They are the survivors of the God-Forsaken Land! "Sun" is from the God-Forsaken Land? It's not surprising that Sefirot can communicate with the God-Forsaken Land, but "The Fool" has poached the real Creator?
However, since this is a land abandoned by God...then the "Sun" cannot be an angel.

Perhaps the cycle is not Ouroboros, but just encountered the seal of the destiny path.

So... the eight angel kings?
The Decayed King looked at Fors (9 or 8) and recalled the Fool's Sequence (7 or 6). The appearance of this word in a gathering of low and medium sequences was like junior high school students discussing state secrets. He already found it a little funny - He actually laughed. After laughing twice, He asked Fors:
"There must be a limit to disrespecting the gods."

"Aren't you afraid of the stake and divine punishment when discussing this?"

"I'm afraid," Fors replied, "but Mr. Fool said that this information is safe as long as it is shared at the meeting."

Good. I'll write them a report later. I sometimes hold grudges. The Decayed King gestured, "Continue."

"This week, Miss Justice bought the Eye of the Mirror Dragon from my teacher."

"your teacher?"

"Yes, Mr. Dorian Gray, a man of the House of Abraham."

"..." The transaction method is most likely a sacrifice. The Decayed King glanced at Fors and said, "Continue."

"Justice" is a spectator who is about to be promoted to Sequence 7.

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man' wishes to purchase the eyes of a dragon's eye sea eagle."

The Hanged Man is a sailor who is about to be promoted to Sequence 6... He found the materials himself, and he is not a member of the Church of Storms? Yes, it is too risky to ask someone from the church, but how does Klein select and screen members...

"Mr. Moon, who just arrived, wants to ask Mr. Hanged Man to buy the inheritance of the Blood Clan Baron."

...The Moon is a vampire of Sequence 7. The Hanged Man has many connections, and he might be a pirate. A pirate preparing to be promoted to Sequence 6...Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea should already be Sequence 6. Well, there is not a single demigod in the whole party. Due to the existence of Sefirah Castle, I still have too high expectations for this party...The Outer God no longer wants to listen, and He feels deeply bored.

But at the same time, this party, which was shockingly low-profile, was extremely bold. The Fool was not very strong but had a very high reputation. From time to time, heavyweight ancient secrets like the "Eight Kings of Angels" appeared in the party, as if they were hidden sages who instilled 99% of effective knowledge in 1% of useless knowledge. He didn't want to waste time, but didn't want to miss out on these interesting and detailed intelligence. In the end, he had to listen patiently.

How did Klein get this information?
Azik Eggers shouldn't know this. In addition to Roselle's diary, the City of Silver is also an important source of historical intelligence?

He asked a question:

"Who is 'the world'?"

Fors replied: "Mr. World is a gloomy man with his own intelligence network, which seems to be very powerful..."

After listening to Fors's introduction, the Decayed King asked, "Which position is he in?"

"At the end of the long table, opposite Mr. Fool."

…It’s that dummy.

As a strong man, the declining king could not understand the purpose of putting up a dummy for a moment, and he just understood it as adding one more person to make the appearance.

Fors had a good memory. She talked about whatever came to her mind and even mentioned a certain organization whose name could not be revealed. Because Mr. Fool emphasized that its name could not be written or read in any way to the outside world, the two of them kept communicating using "that organization". The dinner table was filled with an atmosphere of secrecy.

Apart from that, she could only give a rough outline of the thrilling cyclic adventure that "The Sun" retold at the Tarot Club. However, through Fors's simple description, the Outer Gods unexpectedly learned that the Forsaken Land of the Gods was actually connected to the outside world by a road.

The little boy Jack has Ouroboros's face on his belly? Then maybe this road didn't always exist, but was a temporary road that Ouroboros opened for them before "restarting".

After dinner, we almost finished discussing the information about the Tarot Club.

Before leaving, the Outer God asked Fors: "Do you think it's strange that I ask you these questions?"

Fors replied in surprise: "No, why would it be strange? It is normal to share these things with Mr. Winter."

"Okay. So you won't tell it at the Tarot Club, right?"

"Yes, just like I won't discuss my three meals a day at the Tarot Club." Fors made a little joke naturally.

The Outer God nodded. It was just a try anyway. He had already confirmed the strength range of the Tarot Club. With all members at low sequence, they couldn't do anything even if they knew the secret. If Fors was discovered, then they didn't have to worry about it.

The two continued to chat about things in real life, and when they walked out of the restaurant, they ran into an acquaintance.

The short blond girl held a sandwich wrapped in heat-insulating paper and greeted Fors who had just arrived on the road in surprise:

"Fors! I'm back late. Have you finished your meal?"

Fors smiled and replied, "I have eaten!"

Then she turned around and said goodbye politely to the declining king: "Goodbye, Mr. Winter, it was a pleasure talking to you today, see you next time."

"Okay, see you next time." He looked at the girl opposite him, "Is that your important friend?"

"Yes, Hugh is a very good friend of mine."

The Outer God said nothing more, waved goodbye, walked quickly to the end of the road, and blended into the crowd.

Fors walked across the sidewalk and returned to Xiou's side. She twitched her nose and looked at the sandwich in Xiou's arms. She said in surprise:

“Grilled bacon with ketchup in it!”

“This is my favorite flavor!”

"Unfortunately, I've already eaten..."

"Yes, so it's mine." It was windy outside. Xio pulled Fors upstairs and returned to their shared apartment. She asked curiously, "Is that someone you know? I don't think I've seen him before."

He seemed unusual... or was he simply too ordinary? Xio tried to recall what he looked like, but he couldn't remember it.

Fors took off his coat and hung it on the hanger along with his hat and scarf, and said nonchalantly:

"Yes, he used to work in the same clinic as me, but he returned to his hometown after completing his internship."

"Is that so?" Xio asked no more questions.

After lighting the fireplace and boiling water, the two of them stayed in the warm living room and did their own things, and an ordinary evening began.

TBC
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At this time, Germann was taking Danitz to beat up zombies, flying head barbarians and the out-of-control Storm Bishop in Bansi Harbor.

(End of this chapter)