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

Chapter 177 Daily Life
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It turned out that Medici was quite interested in this matter.

Sauron took the lead:

"Why do youngsters of your age want to leave the family? Although the Soran family has declined, it is not so weak that it cannot support a little girl, right? She is already in her twenties and is still a Sequence 8. She will definitely not be able to become a demigod in the future. With her bloodline and identity, she will not be able to participate in marriage alliances. Why is she running away?"

Treanor nodded politely, "You're right."

Then he realized that Soran was asking him, so he immediately took out an account book: "The family's annual debt in 1359 was as high as 11 gold Louis, including the maintenance of a decent castle repair and hunting ground. In order to maintain the living standards of the main family, the annual repayment of the debt at the end of the year was deducted from the annual pension of the branch family."

“Simply put, the lower-class families are having trouble making ends meet.”

Soran was not impressed by this: "So what? We are all from the same family. Wouldn't it be beneficial to separate the family?"

Treanor nodded politely, "You're right."

"But after the coup, the influence of the Soran family in the country was indeed very low. Because the Roselle people published a lot of literary works that implicitly satirized the royal family. Unfortunately, the regime at that time was indeed quite corrupt."

"The Soran family is now only equivalent to an ordinary middle-level noble family. Elaine is still a collateral branch within four generations, but she has not received much preferential treatment from the family. Instead, she needs to go out to earn money and even give back to the family at a young age."

Soran's focus is strange:
"Why do you still keep the family's account book from last year?"

Traynor paused for a second.

He said: "Because I want to see which relatives have divided up the tainted factory that I deliberately left behind."

He said sinisterly: "Although they have committed serious violations such as tax evasion, illegal pollution discharge, malicious attacks on competitors, illegal unpaid overtime, etc., their total value exceeds 15 gold Louis, which is enough to temporarily fill the financial hole."

"There are too many people in the family who are eyeing these properties. I deliberately didn't transfer the ownership before I left. The old immortals will definitely start dividing the property. Haha, the money from the lawsuit and the connections will be enough to make them pay."

Sauron first wanted to praise this conspiracy, but then he said, "Old immortal?"

Treanor immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, I am wishing them a long life."

Medici couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed. He stretched out his hand and slapped back Soran, who was indignant at being made indignant by his unworthy descendants, and talked about another matter with great interest:
"Your great-granddaughter said that there is a saint witch behind the little witch?"

It was difficult to deal with. Trener, who just wanted to work peacefully and slack off, sighed and said that he couldn't escape: "Yes."

"Oh, regarding the last Loen smog incident, did the Iron Cross get any information about the negotiations between various countries and the Witch Cult?"

Traynor rummaged through the drawer, then casually unfolded a paper airplane in the corner and read:
"Intis has negotiated with the witch, and the information has not been updated yet."

"The Feysac Empire wanted to negotiate with the Witch Cult's 'Vice Admiral of Disease' through 'Vice Admiral of Dusk', but a fierce battle with 'Admiral of Blood' ensued and it was unsuccessful."

"It's probably because Rune gave the Witch Cult considerable benefits during the cooperation."

Traynor put down the creased report and said, "It seems that the Witch Cult is not very enthusiastic about revealing the inside story of the Great Smog."

Medici nodded:
"it is good."

"Let's go and negotiate directly with the old witch behind the little witch."

Traynor:…….

Treanor struggled: "Do you want to cause a diplomatic dispute? The personnel we have recruited have not yet reached the target line. With all due respect to Your Highness the Red Angel, this matter will be handled by the informants of the intelligence department, so there is no need for you to come."

Medici snorted unabashedly, "It's been more than half a month since the New Year, and we haven't even been able to gather intelligence successfully. Do you still have the nerve to call yourself an intelligence department? You'd better quit while you're eating dinner."

Treanor also felt that the intelligence department was too idle, but he still defended himself:

“After all, this is a matter at the national level.”

"If you want to impeach Rune, you must present all the evidence..."

Medici snorted loudly again: "That's it? You're tied up! Hunters are getting worse and worse. War doesn't need any legitimate reason! All you need is ambition and desire!"

"Just think of this as human moral cleanliness."

Traynor didn't care about the so-called righteous excuse: "So..."

"Forget about those things. How can you find good hunters and soldiers sitting in an office?"

Medici waved his hand in a casual manner, took the coat off the hanger and threw it on his back, then walked away in a casual manner:

"Once the war spreads, the hunters will come here as soon as they hear the news! Write a note asking for leave and ask Lei to come back to work."

"It's Raymond." Treanor complained sharply, "As expected, you are tired of the interview in the personnel department and want to go out to sea for some fun, right?"

"You have such a sweet mouth. You can pay for the boat ticket."

Medici said with a smile, "You must come to the Holy Communion of the Iron Cross. The new Holy Communion wafers have arrived!"

Communion wafer? What? Treanor shook his head and resigned himself to gathering up the important documents.

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Frank looked at the piece of paper floating in the air in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise:
"Aurora would want to buy my failed technology and wheat seeds?"

An extra line of words appeared on the piece of paper hanging in the air: Yes.

Then, the next line gradually began to appear with handwritten Northern Continent common language: If you agree, you can quote your own price.

The cakes he made received huge praise, and Frank received a dozen compliments and food feedbacks (although only one-third was left after cutting out the part that madly praised the real Creator). The Aurora Society followed suit and asked to buy technology and improved seeds, which made Frank, in addition to being surprised and shocked, have to think seriously about whether his recent energetic research has gone too far and got too close to the famous cult organization.

"This... I don't know how much this technology is worth. How much are they willing to offer?"

A price list appeared on the note: technology and seeds, totaling ten thousand pounds.

So high! Aurora would value my technology so much, they are willing to spend so much money, so they must get a bigger return... So why do they directly ask for such a high price? Should I say they are crazy or simple-minded?
Frank's tanned face showed a serious expression, and he answered carefully: "Great 'mentor', can I ask what Aurora wants to buy technology and seeds for?"

The existing words on the paper slowly disappeared, while new words were constantly being added:
Aurora will think that your technology is similar to the puppet-making technology of the "Generalist" path, and wants to buy it back for research, and use the technology for farming and increasing food production, thus freeing up manpower to a certain extent.

This sounds like a good thing, but... Frank hesitated.

"Respected 'mentor', I cannot judge whether the Aurora Society can do all this."

Without strong notarization methods, and given the Aurora Society's terrible reputation, Frank simply couldn't believe these words.

It was said that in Loen last year, the Aurora Society was involved in the assassination of Ambassador Intis and the infiltration of foreign spies. Many people also believed that the Aurora Society was also involved in the smog tragedy at the end of the year. It was hard for Frank not to feel that helping them would be equivalent to increasing the number of cultists and helping them recruit believers for the evil god "True Creator".

Small orders like food could be mutually beneficial, but the unstable and dangerous technology in one's hands could not be delivered so easily.

An updated line of words appeared on the note in the air: The Aurora Association said you can go for inspection at any time.

...No, that's not the question! If I go, I will become one of the believers of the "True Creator", right?! Mother, I will never easily step into the camp of the evil secret organization!

After hesitating for a while, Frank shook his head firmly:
"Dear 'mentor', please tell them that my technology still has great flaws and will not be sold for the time being."

"Besides, rather than researching and improving the failed technical route, my top priority is to quickly complete the roast chicken-flavored apple."

The next sentence appeared on the note: OK. What about the wheat seeds?
Frank smiled as he spoke of this. He looked at the sack of wheat seeds and the cultivation instructions that had been prepared in the corner and said:

"I am going to sell the wheat seeds to my friend. I believe he can save more people with these seeds."

"His name is Richard Ernst, a famous philanthropist. But he hasn't replied to my letter yet, and I haven't had time to tell him about the wheat seeds and gifts." There was no new writing on the note for several seconds, and then the "mentor" on the other side wrote:
You can contact Him directly by His Name.

He? Frank was stunned. He stared at the word without reacting for a moment.

Yes, He. The words appeared slowly, and at the end there was even an emoticon of a man drinking tea. He can respond to the name of the whole world. Do you want me to tell you His name?
Frank was in a mess, not knowing whether he should be proud of knowing an angel or shocked that his friend was actually an angel. At this moment, he suddenly heard a muffled sound from the ceiling above him, as if something fell to the ground, followed by a series of teeth-grinding scratching sounds on the wooden boards.

——Due to Cattleya’s request, his laboratory was set up right below the captain’s cabin.

"The captain seems to be in trouble." He said quickly, "Great 'mentor', I have to go and confirm the captain's safety. Please forgive me for not being able to talk to you any longer."

A "hmm" appeared on the floating note, and then it disappeared into thin air.

But as Frank ran out of the laboratory, Edward, who was far away beside the volcano on the southern continent, suddenly paused. He tilted his head in confusion, and the paper suddenly appeared in Frank's laboratory again, then penetrated the ceiling and reached the captain's room.

The illusory paper merged with the chandelier in the captain's room. A black eye opened on the glass lampshade. He looked down and saw Frank, who was extremely anxious because of the captain's coma, and also saw the captain whose spirit had disappeared.

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Agaritu, who was resting in the shade of the deck, turned his head synchronously.

The scene Edward had seen appeared in his mind. However, within just one or two minutes, the mutated ears of the Admiral of the Stars retracted, the bloody cracks covering his eyes slowly closed, and his violent spirit and mutterings returned to calm.
"Source Castle? 'Admiral of the Stars'... Could it be that he was also chosen by Klein?"

"The Sefirah Castle Conference - the Tarot Club seems to be growing stronger, but since Fors has sent a message, there is no need for Cattleya to use it..."

The functions were repeated. Ever since he knew that there was no demigod in the Tarot Club, his interest and vigilance in this meeting had been reduced to the lowest level. Who knows, this "Star Admiral" might be the one with the highest sequence in the entire meeting...

Thinking of this, Agaritu frowned unconsciously.

"From June last year to January this year, from 9 to 6 in more than half a year, does he think this speed is normal?"

"Never mind. He should have a clear and distant goal. With this goal in mind, he feels that his promotion speed is normal and is the result of his own hard work..."

If this was Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's backup plan, it would be understandable that he was promoted so quickly - but Tianzun only needed a container to carry his spirit and characteristics, and there was no need for Klein to be promoted steadily.

At the same time, Klein seemed to be completely unaware of the fact that he was the backup, and even carelessly used the honorific title to link himself with Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun... There must be something wrong here, which led to the current situation.

The "Faceless Doll" went to Bayam for two days, but found that Klein was not there. No one knew where he went.

Just as he was thinking about it, the first mate handed over a document and whispered, "Captain, this is the transaction contract with the Spirit Cult."

In the end, it’s still the Spiritual Cult… Agaritu took the document and flipped through it.

In fact, there were more than 1 slaves crammed into the corners of the slave ship. The Death Announcement used more than 15 of them, and the captain's room was doubled. Then some of them were divided up by the pirates, but there were still nearly people left. According to the offer of the Spiritual Cult, each person was pound and soli. The Spiritual Cult originally wanted to redeem men, women and children at different prices, but finally chose a unified price.

By the way, the Rose School's bid limit is 1 pound 12 soli.

The ransom of more than 800 pounds was paid in the form of a check commonly used in the northern continent. The slave ship has been pulled back by the Spiritual Cult. It is said that the "Admiral of Hell" Ludwell was supposed to escort it, but was replaced by "Messenger of Death" Mirella halfway through.

This is because the Spiritual Cult is worried that the "Admiral of Hell", who sends all lives equally to the underworld, will also send the people he has redeemed to the side of the god of death.

It seems that the "Pale Queen" has had good fortune recently. She has achieved remarkable results in several attacks on important colonial cities, which has led to her support rate in the southern continent surpassing that of Sua. It seems that she is considering renaming herself "The Church of Death"... It seems that the city that was attacked at the beginning did agree to the request to replace the governor, but the "Pale Queen" still did not withdraw from the city. Not only did she compete with Loen to see who could delay time, but there were also unexplained murders during this period, and most of the victims were foreigners living in the city. This indiscriminate killing seems to be the style of the Rose School. The "Pale Queen" did not stop it, but instead used it to put pressure on the government.

Xia Eggers has a great chance of winning by taking back the city, but if “He” really resists to the end, it means that the colony will declare that the war of independence is about to begin. Not only Loen, but all the countries in the northern continent will not sit idly by...

The telecommunications industry in the northern continent is underdeveloped, and the situation in the southern continent is even worse.
When the Death Messenger Mirella finished the handover and was about to leave, he suddenly stood on the deck and asked from a distance:
"Dear 'Undying King', would you like to visit the 'Sunken Laurel'?"

Has the news spread? It just so happens that the latest course is also heading towards the violent sea.

Agaritu looked up at him and nodded.

Mirella looked calm and said slightly suggestively, "Her Majesty the Queen does not want the artifacts of Bairam to be obtained by outsiders."

"Then let your queen salvage the sunken ship herself." Agaritu said coldly, "The treasures on the sea are first come first served!"

Mirella was not angry:
"I understand your attitude."

"Perhaps, we can establish a long-term cooperative relationship. If you can still intercept the slave ships, we will redeem them at the current price or even higher."

"Not interested." Agaritu replied impatiently, "I'll consider contacting you when there's leftovers. Go away."

Mirella walked away with her fists clenched.

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In the corner of the southern continent, Edward tore off a page of the calendar in the house and looked at today's date.

After making sure that he had erased all occult connections and had made sufficient anti-divination preparations, he naturally opened the door and left.

Half a minute later, He appeared in a small village in the Balam Empire. Edward stood there for a while, and seeing that there were no strange phenomena in the sky and no thunder and lightning, He walked forward happily and walked into the village that was already in ruins.

This place has long been a scene of hell on earth.

Corpses were everywhere, lying on the ground or near houses. Flies, crows, and many scavengers were wandering around. Wild dogs were running back and forth, wagging their tails, tearing the corpses apart and feasting on them.

The bodies were all skinny and bronze-colored. Most of them were lying down with wounds or bullet holes all over their bodies. It was obvious that they did not die of disease, hunger or natural causes, but were killed by humans.

Edward held his cane and walked briskly in this small town filled with the smell of blood and corpses. When he reached a crossroads, he suddenly turned a corner and came to the third collapsed house. He lifted a piece of rag the size of a pillow and found a skinny little girl with flies landing on her eyelids.

She was already dead, with blood on her abdomen and body that had not yet completely coagulated, and her temple and head had penetrating wounds from top to bottom. Her body was already cold, but Edward squatted down, took the cat-paw-sized hand with a smile, and asked softly:

"Who killed you, kid?"

The child's body remained silent, but a little girl covered in blood and with messy and dirty hair slowly appeared beside him. The little girl said in a childish and hoarse voice:
"Soldiers came to the village and my mother asked me to hide here..."

"...Mom said, just wait a little longer..."

"Just wait a little longer and the Queen's army will arrive..."

"She'll be here soon... I just need to sleep here for a while..."

Then, her figure became vague and transparent, and soon disappeared from the spot.

Edward stood up, looked to the north, then walked around the dishevelled and mutilated body of a woman lying outside the door and headed northeast.

He took one step, two steps, and the shallow footprints were filled with blood. The blood seemed endless, expanding rapidly outward, swallowing up the broken walls, the corpses and bones on the ground, and the scavengers that didn't have time to escape also melted in it, and the unwilling malice and resentful spirits merged into it. Soon the whole village was cleansed, and a huge and hideous monster made of human limbs and blood stood in the center of the village, with a head made up of countless human faces.

It moved, spreading its wings made of broken bones and rotten flesh, dropping corpse water and blood as it moved. It followed Edward, but from time to time it instinctively wanted to go in another direction.

Edward turned his head to look at it, and waved his hand indifferently:
"Go ahead."

When the corpse monster heard this, all the faces on its head made up of human faces smiled, and it immediately rushed in another direction.

Ten minutes later, Edward arrived leisurely, as if taking a walk. There stood two similar monsters. Most of the corpses that made up the new monsters were dressed in military uniforms, and guns and daggers were scattered on the ground.

"Keep going." Edward ordered in a good mood, "Go wherever you want to go."

He watched the two monsters leave, stretched himself, and planned to go to another city to have lunch.

TBC
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It feels like World War is coming early.

Oh my god, there is a bug in the app synchronization. I am scared to death. The title of this chapter is "Going out for a stroll" (grass)
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