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

Chapter 176 Apple Chicken

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The True Creator looked at the apple rolling in Edward's hand with an indescribable expression, cleared his throat, and still couldn't hold back his curiosity:
"...Let me touch it."

The real creator touched the apple and found it very smooth, without any feather touch, just like a real apple. It was hard to imagine that this thing was actually a genetically modified chicken.

"...How does this...organism grow?"

After a brief shock, the real Creator, who had experienced countless storms, recovered. After all, this apple (chicken?) was actually not as indescribable as some mythical creatures of gods. Since it was an understandable life form, the real Creator's curiosity about it would outweigh his intention to avoid it.

Edward smacked his lips. "Actually, Frank doesn't know what this thing is. He made it by accident when he was trying to modify apples to taste like chicken."

"There is no blood either, so I cannot invade it."

"I studied it using divination."

He patted the apple, and the apple chirped a few times again. The True Creator leaned back tactically.

"You see, it has no vocal organs at all, but it can indeed make sounds."

"Indeed." The True Creator nodded, "And this is different from the cake. It's not spiritual feedback, but a real voice."

Edward said, "At first I thought that this was a chicken soul stuffed into an apple, and then it relied on spiritual power to speak, then I confirmed that this creature had no soul, more like a familiar - you can understand this word, right? Very good, it seems that your former omniscience also includes some magic novels from the old days. Just kidding, it seems that you have read it before? - I suspect that Frank's experimental chicken was too alive, he put..."

Edward considered his words carefully and said as carefully as possible:

"I don't know how he did it, but he transferred the life force from the chicken into the apple."

"Then the apple becomes a creature without a soul but certainly alive."

"That is, it really did start out as an apple, not a chicken that grew on a tree."

"Yes, but I think chickens will grow on trees soon." Edward shrugged. "After all, failure is the mother of success. This great failure will surely allow him to give birth to real apple chickens soon."

…The True Creator curled his lips and selectively ignored this sentence. He picked up the apple and carefully felt the vitality inside it with his authority.

"I ate one, too. The flesh of the apple has also been changed to some extent, and its taste is more like chicken." Edward said, "It doesn't taste very good. But roasting it can restore the taste of roast chicken to the greatest extent, and it has its own seasoning flavor. It seems that Frank's research has been somewhat successful."

Eat one? The True Creator was speechless. Yes, apples must grow on a tree at a time. Could the vitality of one or several chickens have contaminated so many apples? ...Although it's all very strange, it's better not to grow a tree full of chickens...

"Indeed, there is no spirit, or rather the connection between the spirit and the flesh (pulp?) is very loose."

The soul residue, vitality and container are not compatible. This creature will not grow, and its vitality will continue to be lost, so it can only live for a short time. Probably when the apple deteriorates, the vitality will also dissipate, which is within two or three days... There are other ways to study "vitality". For example, "craftsmen" at the demigod level can also drain the vitality of a surrounding area, integrate it into machinery, and make living dolls. But whether it is consumption or conversion rate, Frank seems to be better.

The key is that this is a technology developed by low-sequence "farmers"!
The True Creator weighed the apple for a few times, like a customer choosing something at a fruit stand, and then He returned the apple to Edward and said thoughtfully:
“Will he sell this failed technology?”

He considered buying it. This technology of transferring life force could help him create many consumable familiars, different from the bulky and expensive puppets of the Steam Church.

With strong vitality and a sturdy container, if spiritual materials can be added, this technology may shine - as long as you do some research and improvement, you can transfer the vitality and soul together, so that you can achieve the "eternal life" studied by crazy scientists in some novels in the world. Turn inanimate objects into living beings, and even turn living people into conscious extraordinary objects!
Science and technology are the primary productive forces. Once this kind of familiar is mass-produced, its own technology will cause a dimensionality reduction attack on other ordinary people's armies of the same era!

The demon immediately saw through his thoughts and said with a smile:
"You plan to use this technology to expand the Medici army?"

“Honestly speaking, since this life form can respond to external stimuli (He pinched the apple, and the apple cried a few times and tried to jump out of His hand), it should also have thoughts, or instincts, and can probably serve as an anchor.”

The True Creator shook his head: "I'm not going to let Apple pray to Medici yet."

Before He finished speaking, He suddenly thought of the communion bread that would automatically pray if it was spiritual, and felt a little dizzy and breathless because of his subordinates' strange ideas.

"Really? It seems that your current recruitment efforts have yielded good results."

Edward looked at the True Creator with interest and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, he does not intend to sell this technology to people whose purpose is 'war, human experiments, harming others, and expanding private armed forces', so God should not be able to do so either."

The devil whispered, "But I think if you just say a few words to him in his dream, he will be grateful and offer all his technologies to you. Don't you want the 40% increase in wheat production? With such a high yield, you can feed hundreds or thousands of more people, and attract many more believers. Unfortunately, you are from the Aurora Society, and wheat is a by-product. Frank has temporarily declined the offer due to genetic instability."

The true Creator has always been moved (except for bread and chicken), but it does not mean that He will be moved by the words of the devil.

"Stop."

He turned his face and became unkind in an instant: "I have brought the things and finished talking, why are you not leaving?"

"When did the relationship between us become so distant?"

"Estranged? Is our relationship good enough to warrant the word estranged?"

The devil raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand: "Then pay the 70,000 yuan rent for this year."

"It's been a while since Medici destroyed my greenhouse garden, right? What he burned were the precious exotic flowers and plants that I carefully selected and cultivated, and my servants have also carefully taken care of it for nearly two hundred years. From inside to outside, it is full of antiques and filled with my precious memories!"

"Total manpower and material resources, I'll give you 80% off and compensate me 5,000 pounds."

Forget about the precious memories! From your look, I know you don't have any lingering memories of the so-called past. After all, why do you, an Outer God, still play the role so diligently in front of me? You are not a faceless man! The True Creator rolled his eyes to the sky. The image of Edward in His heart became infinitely smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a little man. The True Creator stabbed the little man in his mind.

"It feels like you're secretly scolding me." Edward said, "You actually have such a strong sense of dissatisfaction."

"No, you feel it wrong."

The demon's malicious perception is really troublesome. The True Creator replied with a wry smile.

He spoke only after twenty needles were stuck in his brain: "I will compensate you for the losses caused by Medici, and I will also pay the rent of the manor in installments."

"Or do you have an extraordinary item you want to rent?"

"You don't have what I need right now, so it's better to just give me the money." Edward took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it over. On it was a name and a bank account number. "Here, this is it. Six installments, no less than 10,000 each. This year has just started, but it's almost February."

It’s okay if there’s no interest. The real creator took the note and nodded.

—Milan Norafitus.

The last digit and letters of the account number indicated that it was a county bank account far away in East Chester County, and the name did not have any homophonic or suggestive meaning. The real creator took a look at it and put it away, thinking that it was one of the other party's false identities.

"I understand." He urged again, "Go back to jail."

"You're so dissatisfied with just going out for a walk. Let's go." Edward nodded perfunctorily, put the apple back in his pocket and took it away.

The real creator stared at the bulging pocket for a while and resisted the urge to buy the Apple and research the technology himself.

Suddenly, an idea struck him:
"What if I bought the technology to create familiars to farm the land?"

Edward paused at the door, as if he was thinking. Two seconds later, he turned around and answered while thinking:
"Maybe."

"But you'd better really use it to farm."

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On Sunday morning, Danitz took the initiative to reveal the news of an extraordinary gathering and took Klein with him.

Klein happened to be thinking of putting the plan of collecting materials for the "Master of Secret Dolls" on the agenda, so he agreed and successfully purchased the "Dust of the Ancient Wrathful Spirit" at the party. As the party was coming to an end, the convener of the party, "Giant Warrior" Ozil, laughed and said:

"I have a commission."

As he spoke, he pulled out a photo from his inner pocket:

"Find the person above. The reward is 1000 pounds, or common extraordinary materials of equivalent value. Remember, you cannot harm her."

1000 pounds? This would drive most adventurers crazy... I don't know who they are looking for, but they actually offer such a high reward... Klein was not surprised to see that everyone present expressed their willingness to give it a try.

The photo began to be passed in a counterclockwise order and arrived in Klein's hands a few minutes later.

He glanced at it casually, and suddenly felt a little surprised.

The woman in the photo is quite beautiful, with bright red hair and a pair of emerald green eyes like gemstones. Her skin is not very fair, but gives a healthy feeling.

When she was photographed, she was wearing a brown and white riding suit, knee-high boots and a deerstalker hat, and her waist was tightened with a leather corset, which made her look extremely slender. Her overall temperament looked simple and capable, which reminded people of some old noble families with hunting traditions in the northern continent.

A girl from a well-off family... Who would spend 1000 pounds to find her, and on the premise that she would not be hurt... Hmm, a photo of someone forcing a smile... Several love-hate romance stories flashed through Klein's mind.

What about a domineering pirate who fell in love with a wealthy businessman's daughter and abducted her onto his ship, but she eventually escaped? What about a poor noble lady who became a pirate, was caught by mistake, and had a sinful love affair with the "Manufactured Punisher" and a middle- and upper-level military man, and used it to escape from the predicament and escape from the cage? What about a newly-minted witch who accidentally got into an emotional debt while giving people pleasure... As similar thoughts surged through his mind, Klein almost raised his hand to cover his face.

I read too many novels in my previous life... and I have a psychological trauma because of the witch in this world... He sighed, raised his head, and said to Ozil, the convener of the party:
"what is her name?"

"Elaine," Ozil replied simply, "but I'm sure she's changed to a fake name."

Elaine, a typical Intis female name... Klein asked again:

“Are there any items she wears regularly?
"Hair, too."

This is a medium used for divination and finding people.

Klein didn't mention that recently worn, unlaundered clothing would also qualify, for fear that his employer behind the scenes would throw him a piece of women's underwear, which would be embarrassing.

Ozil shook his head.
"No.

"She has strong anti-tracking capabilities."

"How strong is she?" asked another party participant.

Ozil said solemnly:
"The employer didn't give a detailed description, only saying that it's not that powerful, but stronger than Sequence 9."

"You don't need to catch her, just determine her whereabouts and you can get your reward."

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Treanor looked up from the forms and documents, glanced at Turing who came to help, and uttered a name in confusion:
"Elaine?"

"That little girl? She contacted me?"

Turing maintained the image of a graceful old butler, standing by and checking the accounts with his computing power. A message appeared on his glasses:
"Master, since the second week since you left Intis, Miss Elaine has been chanting your name constantly, but unfortunately you have been staying in the southern continent. When we returned to Intis by water, I received at least twenty unanswered prayers."

"She wants to talk to me about something? Ignore her for now, Turing, let's run this sandbox simulation first, and then input the information."

"Yes."

Treanor shook his head, stood up and took a stack of resumes and personal identification information from another table. Since Medici had the sudden idea to interview applicants in person, the number of applications for membership in the Iron Cross had dropped by 80%.

Gaston Raymond, the leader who handed over the management rights and went to another country for vacation, was said to have not slept all night after hearing the bad news. Treanor could prove that this was true because the other party called Treanor overnight to check the number of applicants this month. The answer was that it had actually dropped to 10% of the original number, but the person who reported it beautified the data and added 10%.

"My respect for that fellow Raymond is now like the chastity of an Intis woman."

Treanor complained. He was not afraid of the angel leader. After all, due to his father's connection with the Aurora Society, he was now strictly speaking a direct subordinate of Medici.

Raymond had complaints about the personnel arrangements of the True Creator and Medici's parachuting, but Tony Twain had completely become a Red Angel's praiser (his lightning-fast defection led to a legend in the Iron Cross that "the Red Angel also mutters like the Lord, and turns all those who have heard His mutterings into His believers"). He could not resist his own higher order, so he simply handed over his power generously, and then went directly abroad to contact his private soldiers, trying to keep his personal army.

As a result, Medici was in power for more than a week, and his private army was saved, but the Iron Cross was almost unable to make ends meet.

"Alas, the applicants this time don't seem very good. I want to hire an assistant for myself but no one is interested."

While Treanor was expertly handling the various complaints from the guild (ten or even nine out of ten of them were physical disputes between idle provocateurs who digested potions), he frowned:
"A few years ago, someone finally came from Lunburg, but he ran away after only a few months. He was smart, but it seems that he never wanted to join from the beginning, and he never seriously participated in the prayers of the True Creator."

About two hours later, after finishing the work at hand, Trainor took out his private stash of iced cola and drank it while asking Turing who was still running the graph:
"What do you want from me, Elaine?"

"Yes. After Miss Elaine learned that you had left Intis, she chose to cut off contact with the Intis family the next day and used her own channels to transfer her parents to the sea."

Elaine's backers are herself and the Soren family of Intis. The family is far away from the emperor, but the protection of the saint is visible and tangible. With this, Elaine can cooperate with "Lieutenant General of Disease" on an equal footing, instead of unilaterally becoming a vassal.

Now, her backers and family have broken up, and she must make a choice immediately.

"She wants to follow me? That's right. Her useless father has no status in the family. Without me, she wouldn't be able to save up the current fortune." Treanor disagreed. "Anything else?"

Turing multithreaded parallelism, searching for important content from other prayers, respectfully said:

"Miss Elaine revealed to you the clues about the witch 'Lieutenant General of Disease'."

"That's clever." Treanor waited for the next words, "But a mid-level witch is not enough for me to protect her whole family."

"Miss Elaine revealed in her prayer that after a period of business cooperation, Lieutenant General of Disease showed an unexpected interest in her and trusted her very much. Therefore, Miss Elaine learned that Lieutenant General of Disease seemed to have a direct relative at the saint level, but Lieutenant General of Disease was not very willing to mention her."

Even such a thing was mentioned. Could it be that the Admiral of Disease was already considering meeting his parents? Could it be that this little girl, no, boy, was really obsessed with Elaine? Treanor was stunned.

"...a saint from the witch cult? One of those 'saints' that are referred to by colors?"

Treanor became slightly more interested and pondered for a moment, "It can't be Black. If the disease is the offspring of Black, then Sequences 5 and 6 are not good enough."

"If Diana were still alive, I would consider telling Richard this information."

A witch saint is not someone to be trifled with, there is no need for me to cause myself trouble...

Treanor yawned and waved his hand:
"Okay, I know about this. Tell her to wait for notification. I'm very busy now and don't have time to take care of her."

TBC
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You think this side quest is uninteresting, but your boss doesn't think so.

The demon family went ashore and became a government official. We don't kill people, we eat people gracefully. We provide jobs, we support industry and national GDP, and we occasionally liquidate competitors. We make a lot of money for the country and provide a lot of funds to the church. When the judgment of death comes, we will go to hell, and you will be guarded by us in hell.

(End of this chapter)