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

Chapter 178 Dinner
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"I shouldn't be here."

Treanor had an expression that showed he had seen through the world but not completely. He looked at the man beside him with red hair fluttering in the wind. He tried to hold back, but in the end he couldn't help it:
"Your Highness the Red Angel, if you want to find Elaine, just go by yourself. Why do you have to take me with you?"

Medici stood on the side of the boat wearing sunglasses, and the wind blew all his red hair onto Treanor's face. He did not feel guilty about embezzling public funds to buy a presidential suite, but instead said to Treanor in a "strange" way:
"Didn't I tell you not to sleep on the floor?"

As soon as these words came out, Treanor calmed down immediately. The Red Angel wouldn't need such a small amount of feedback from the Provocateur potion anyway, so he simply put forward his perfunctory method that always worked: "You are right."

"So do you have any idea about finding Elaine and fishing out the witch?"

Medici pushed his sunglasses up and showed a playful expression.

"When I left the last island, I got some information that someone is looking for your little... niece."

Trainor responded: "I am an only child and I don't have any children. The relationship between Elaine and me was found in the family tree. You can just call her by her name."

"No children?" Soran suddenly appeared and accused the ignorant younger generation, "The Soran family finally has you, a decent only child, and you don't want a child? With your ability, you can definitely become the head of the family! The Soran family wouldn't have declined to this extent!"

"You're right."

"Don't always give me the cold shoulder! As a hunter, you don't have the ambition of a future conqueror. Do you have the nerve to say that you are a hunter who is a descendant of the royal family?!"

Treanor said calmly: "You are right."

Medici has been very interested in the ethical drama of the Soran family recently, but he doesn't want Soran to disturb his business. He pushed Soran back, snapped his fingers and said:
"Anyway, let's just go to the sea. You and she are more or less related by blood, so it will be easy to find her."

"If what she said is true, the little witch is a highly valued offspring, and the old witch will definitely keep a close eye on her, so she won't have any trouble finding her."

Treanor thought for a moment and asked an irrelevant question:

"Will mythical creatures pay close attention to their cherished offspring?"

"Some do, some don't. I don't know." Medici looked like the kind of person who didn't care about his family and descendants. He also learned about the explosion in Bansi Port, but didn't care. Instead, he was happy that those polluted descendants who had deliberately stayed there had finally disappeared from this world.

Even among the three conquerors of the Red Ghost, only Soran showed a strong obsession with his family. The ancestor of the Einhorn family, whom Treanor had only met a few times, didn't seem to be very interested in the family. Seeing his ancestor so willful and loving his family, Treanor felt that he could understand why the old undead in the family were all protective and xenophobic.

"I read in the Aurora Society's books that there was a Medici family in history."

Medici looked at him strangely and said as a matter of course, "Yes."

"It is they who need a surname, not me. It is humanity, not me, who needs a source of pride, a bloodline, and a common glory."

"It's just the blood that has been dispersed from me. It's an honor to allow them to call themselves my descendants and use my name as their surname. They are willing to wear such shackles, charge into battle, and then die. Why should I stop them?"

Treanor nodded in understanding:
"I understand what you mean. It seems that mythical creatures have their own opinions."

"That's right." Medici put on his sunglasses again and smiled sarcastically. "The essence of the witch sect is still the witch family. As long as it is a mythical creature made from humans, it is inevitable that it will have some different opinions about the continuation of its bloodline. Besides, witches have always been short of people. If there is a child worth cultivating, we must spend more time and effort."

Trena was silent for two seconds and said:
"I am not worthy of training. Please stop paying more attention to me."

"I don't want to become a mythical creature, nor do I want to participate in the competition for the top of the sequence. I don't pursue a spectacular death in battle. I just want to exhaust my life and die naturally one day in the future."

“This is my only wish.”

Medici couldn't help laughing a few times upon hearing this, and patted Trena's shoulder with great joy, as he had shrunk his height to be almost the same as his.

"Don't be so self-indulgent, kid. Do you know why I like to take you with me?"

"Because you have no ambition! None at all! It seems like you shouldn't be a hunter. Even if the three-point sequence one and uniqueness of the hunter path were dropped in front of you, you wouldn't reach out to take them."

Treanor thought for a moment and said, "Are you just telling me the secret of becoming a god?"

"You wouldn't do it anyway."

Medici smiled: "How could a hunter who still naively wants to die a good death embark on the path of becoming a god?"

"You're right."

"Okay! I won't waste my time with you. I'm leaving now. See you at the sea of ​​the Rorsted Archipelago."

"...Wait!" Trena realized something was wrong and quickly called out to Medici, "You bought a boat ticket, why don't you get on the boat?"

"The boat is too slow."

"Then why did you buy a ticket?"

"You can sit down when you go back!"

Trena retreated tactically, and seeing that the colors around Medici became brighter, he had to pull out the sleeping Riel and let it take him to keep up with Medici's pace.

……

Klein felt quite pressured to hold a meeting in front of such an experienced and powerful person as the Admiral of the Stars.

He didn't know that the "Admiral of the Star" who had just left had immediately reported it to the "Mysterious Queen". Although he did not reveal any information due to fear of the majesty of the gods, he still wrote down the sentence "Someone has been consciously collecting Roselle's diary recently."

Above the gray fog, Klein turned to consider another matter:
The red-haired Elaine, who was paid 1000 pounds, was actually related to "Lieutenant General of Disease" Tracy!

Tracy took over Qi Lingos' fleet and changed the flagship to the Black Death. Qi Lingos had previously captured a wealthy businessman named Jimmy Neck... The businessman had earlier obtained some ancient documents related to the God of Death, which came from the mausoleum of the Balam royal family... This information came from the "nightmare" in "Creeping Hunger" and should be of some use to Mr. Azik. I originally planned to check it out... Klein had another expectation of finding the red-haired Elaine.

He originally only wanted to use the magic mirror Arodes to find someone, but now he was going to add the investigation of the "Sea God" believers.

It was indeed beneath his dignity to send down an oracle for 1000 pounds before, but now that it involves a pirate general, one can barely guess what the hidden purpose is... Klein materialized a photo of red-haired Elaine and waved to summon the "Scepter of Poseidon."

He did not broadcast oracles, which might have been an unbearable burden for him.

He selected Karat, Edmonton and other senior executives, and said in a deep voice against the backdrop of surging waves:

"Find her and protect her."

"Be careful of Tracy's forces."

Klein did not explain. He divided the scene and the photo of red-haired Elaine into several parts and put them into the corresponding light spots.

Then, he returned to the real world, planning to go out and look for people on his own initiative, and by the way, see where there were opportunities for real-life acting.

When he grasped the handle with his right hand, a ridiculous but feasible idea suddenly flashed through his mind:

"My real purpose is not to find the red-haired Elaine, but to contact 'Admiral of Disease' Tracy, find out the fate of the wealthy businessman Jimmy Neck, and find out the whereabouts of the ancient documents about the god of death.

"In other words, all I need is the red-haired Elaine who can lure out 'Vice Admiral of Disease' Tracy. Whether it's real or not is irrelevant.

"I can completely transform myself into Red-haired Elaine and have Danitz send me to 'Giant Warrior' Ozil to collect the bounty, while I wait to meet 'Vice Admiral of Disease' Tracy in a relaxed and simple manner.

"This operation is so cool..."

Klein shook his head violently, looking for a reason to reject this idea:

Even though I'm a faceless man, I still can't accept wearing women's clothes!

"…Is it possible that overcoming this psychological barrier is also one of the rules of acting?"

"Besides, I don't know the red-haired Elaine. Even if she wants to disguise herself, she can't look like one. She's just a skin. It's hard to deceive people who are familiar with her. Then we won't see 'Lieutenant General of Disease' Tracy."

"Well, the one who is looking for Red-haired Elaine may not be Tracy, but may be the enemy of this pirate general. I don't know the details of Vice Admiral Disease, so I can't assess the degree of danger if I act rashly."

"It's better to be steady and follow the will of your heart. First find the red-haired Elaine and get the detailed information from her. Then consider what to do next."

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The sun gradually moved to the west, and in the evening, Edward, who was strolling leisurely, saw two pedestrians.

He smiled and took the initiative to approach and ask for directions from the two mixed-blood people from the Southern Continent who looked like miners.

"Yes, yes, sir." The younger half-blood said in fluent but heavily accented Loenese, "There is a small city ahead, but sir, the city is far away, and you can't get there before tonight."

"Thank you. You speak Loenese well." Edward praised the young man warmly and asked, "Are there any other villages or cities nearby where we can rest?"

The young man did not look flattered, but instead smiled reluctantly and thanked him for the compliment.

His words were spiritual in nature, and even the elderly people from the southern continent who were not good at foreign languages ​​understood what he meant. The middle-aged and elderly man looked up at the gentleman in front of him in fear, then immediately lowered his head and stared at his own black bare feet, not daring to look closely at Edward's well-made clothes and exquisite accessories.

"Sir, you, you——" The middle-aged man spoke in Dutan. He was worried that the foreign gentleman across from him would not understand him. He could only look at the younger man next to him and said, "There are no other towns nearby. Uh, there is a small village far to the south, but I heard that it was attacked by deserters. If you don't mind, the foreman of our mine is the boss from Rune."

The young man was about to translate when he saw Edward nodded:
"Thank you for your kindness."

Did he understand? The young man was stunned, and his hatred for this foreigner was slightly reduced.

"Is this place really that far from town? Then where are you from and where are you going?"

The two looked at each other and said honestly, "We are workers from a nearby mine and live in the dormitory. Because we didn't get enough mining quota today, we have to go back to the mine to work."

After they finished talking, they looked up at the sky. The sun had already set into the clouds, and the sky on the other side was being tinged with night.

"I see. I'd better go to the small city ahead. Although it's small, it's a safe place to stay." Edward said with a smile, "Thank you two for showing me the way. Do you have any wishes?"

The middle-aged man was startled, and quickly raised his head and said:
"Please think carefully! It takes at least half a day to walk from here to the city. It is too dangerous for you to walk alone in the wild. It is easy to encounter robbers and refugees. There are also many deserters now. Sir, you..."

"Don't worry about me. I can protect myself." Edward repeated. "Do you have any wishes?"

"Wish?" The young man laughed at himself. In fact, he hated foreigners very much, but when facing the gentleman in front of him who had a good attitude and could speak Dutan, he reluctantly smiled a little more.

He forced a smile and said, "Sir, you are just asking for directions. I don't need anything in return."

The middle-aged and elderly man also nodded and said, "Yes, sir, it is our honor to help you."

Edward saw a flash of anger on the young man's face, and he nodded: "I understand."

"Then let's say goodbye. I wish you two have a good dream tonight."

The two men said goodbye to each other repeatedly. After the young man walked for a while, he turned back for some unknown reason.

In his imagination, the gentlemen from the Northern Continent, dressed in suits, holding canes and wearing leather shoes, certainly would not walk fast. The wild lands of the Southern Continent were not as good as the flat brick lands of the Northern Continent, and were not good for the gentlemen's precious legs and feet.

But when he turned around, he was surprised to find that the other person's back was not in his field of vision.

"Hey, uncle!" The young man quickly tugged at the middle-aged man's sleeve and said in disbelief, "The man is gone!"

The middle-aged man patted the young man on the back as if he were facing a great enemy, and said in shock and anger:
"How many times have I told you to call them sir when you're outside?"

"But he's gone!"

"What if someone hears? What if there are other people around?" The middle-aged man grabbed the young man's arm, quickened his pace and kept lecturing him, "Keep your head down when you talk! Last time, that kid threw a stone at the governor's carriage and was beaten to pieces on the spot. Have you forgotten that?! You are still so careless! Would it be unfair for you to keep your head down when talking?!"

The young man snorted a few words of indignation, and the middle-aged man scolded him a few words. Then the two of them put the matter of the sudden disappearance of the people from the Northern Continent behind them and walked towards the mine in the sunset.

At the same time, on the city wall of a small town dozens of kilometers away.

The soldiers who were leaning against the city wall and chatting and resting suddenly saw one of them with his eyes wide open, staring straight behind them.

"What's that look in your eyes? Don't scare me... W-What is that?"

Then, everyone's eyes focused on the direction the soldier was looking.

At the junction of the setting sun and the horizon, a monster appeared.

There was no word that could describe the appearance of that thing except monster - it had a huge and deformed body, like a large moving mass of meat, and dozens of arms of varying lengths were like toothpicks stuck in the meat.

The meat ball seemed to be made up of countless human bodies, leaving long traces of blood and flesh as it squirmed. The meat ball had no clear limb divisions, and its surface was covered with human faces of all sizes, old and young.

One of the soldiers made eye contact with a girl's face. The girl showed a shy smile, and the whole piece of skin on her cheek was lifted up due to the movement of her face. The crows pecked out her eyes, leaving only two bloody eye sockets with flies and maggots moving around.

The soldier couldn't bear the shock and was frightened to death.

Even at such a long distance, these ordinary soldiers could still feel the breath of blood and death coming towards them.

Their team leader was a Sequence 9 Beyonder, and the most familiar "strong man" to the soldiers. At this moment, facing this monster, the team leader's legs kept shaking, and finally he couldn't support his body anymore, and fell to the ground.

At this moment, this seemingly bloated mass of flesh had arrived in front of them at an incredibly agile speed.

Its height completely exceeded the city wall of this small town. The human faces smiled, and the arms inserted in the meat ball flew out like tentacles, grabbing all the defenders on the city wall in an instant and sending them into their mouths one by one.

These prey animals will scream and struggle and are very noisy, but once their heads are removed, they will obediently become part of their bodies.

When the meat ball finished its appetizer and began to crawl over the city wall, Edward, who had grabbed a copy of the South Continent Daily from somewhere and was reading it while walking, finally arrived.

"Alas, this kind of dependent is indeed not in line with my aesthetic taste."

Edward shook his head as he watched the city walls collapse under the weight and huge chunks of flesh carrying brick and stone debris into the city.

"But when attacking a city, area fear is still very useful."

He walked along the rubble on the ground to the part of the city wall that had not collapsed yet, and watched the pieces of meat crushing the houses along the way. New, terrified faces appeared on the surface, and soon they showed happy smiles.

Edward wiped a brick of the city wall with a tissue, sat on the wall, held his chin and looked at the dancing mountain of flesh for a while, and finally couldn't help but crush it, turning it into a huge amount of bones and flesh. The released red tide immediately rushed through the city like a floodgate, swallowing up the people who were running for their lives on the streets in the night. The gas street lamps in the city were lit one by one, and the transparent shadows broke free from the constraints of the body, hovering and screaming in the sky above the city, constantly adding new ones to themselves.

The man standing on the low roof was a native of the southern continent. He stretched out his arms from the sea of ​​blood and grabbed the wall to climb up. Among the floating faces, he saw the mother and son next door smiling at him.

“Oh my God, oh my God…!”

He knew he was going to die, and fear and the instinct of survival blocked all unnecessary thinking. He wanted to pray to God, but he didn't know which god to pray to. However, before he could find any trustworthy gods, a child's hand touched his toes, and the front half of his feet immediately disappeared and became part of the sea of ​​blood.

He lost his balance and fell backwards, no longer able to feel the pain in his feet. Flesh tentacles climbed up to the roof in front of him, and he used his hands and feet to move backwards in fear, but he didn't expect a hand to suddenly reach out from behind and drag him down.

There was not even a sound of falling into the water. Not even whirlpools or ripples. He fell in like water falling into water.

"Get away! Get away!"

A low-ranking officer rushed out of someone else's house, roaring continuously, quickly mounted his horse, and kicked off the local girl who wanted to follow him, completely ignoring the tenderness just now.

He was the fourth son of a wealthy businessman without inheritance rights, and was sent to a remote and backward city to join the army. The wealthy businessman's father still cared about his son, so he spent some money to let him take a detour and start as an officer. Although the southern continent was dirty, barbaric, backward, and disgusting, the people in the southern continent were docile and weak, with knees soft enough to kneel down to anyone. He had everything here, and he could get whatever he wanted, so he had some happiness and dignity in his hard military life.

Just when he thought that life like this could last a lifetime, disaster suddenly struck.

"Get out of my way! Get out of my way! Get out of my way!"

He fired his gun repeatedly, even shooting at the people around him, but the crowded crowd trapped his horse, and surrounded by people fleeing for their lives, his gun, horse and military rank, which he was so proud of, were no longer of any use.

If he were in better shape, he would have been able to leap off his horse, push past the emaciated natives and half-breeds around him, and charge forward.

But his arrogant and extravagant life made him physically weak and obese. Just as he got off his horse, he was tripped to the ground by someone. The person behind him pressed on him. He struggled desperately, but could not get up no matter what.

However, death did not stop there. The sea of ​​blood caught up with him, and the last scene he saw was the girl he kicked down staggering in front of him. With his final thought of "hateful--", he, along with many others, became a part of the sea of ​​blood.

Edward walked slowly, step by step, on the city wall.

Wherever He went, the sea of ​​blood spread.

Then, screams of terror were heard from the dark room of the rich man's house, and blood flowed out from the crack of the door. In the same way, blood gradually overflowed from the cellar of the poor man's house, and broke open the cellar lid.

There were still faint sounds of prayers in the only small church, but as more and more people rushed in and out, it became completely quiet, and the steps and decorations were washed clean with red.

The people running rampant on the street complained in their hearts, "Why are there so many people in front of me?" They pushed, trampled, and cursed each other, adding sins to themselves and then died. The wheels of the little noble's carriage were grabbed by arms, and the noble and his family and concubines shouted "I don't want to die" and were dragged into the blood and flesh. The sea of ​​blood washed it, leaving a car full of wet banknotes and precious metals.

Naturally, when death comes suddenly, many people will find it difficult to accept it.

The devil doesn’t care whether you accept it or not, He just wants to come out for dinner after being locked up for a long time.

"Um--"

After he had taken the lives of more than 85,000 people in the city, Edward happened to walk around the city. Looking at the city which had become a lake beneath his feet, he felt the distress of having to wash dishes after a meal.

The assimilation of flesh and blood is not a big deal, and it is even just the most superficial application of the blood curse. It will only be more terrifying after it snowballs.

Edward believes that he is not the kind of demon who only likes to torture the weak. Influenced by his nature, he actually likes to achieve terrible consequences by distorting and amplifying the resentment of the weak.

"If I make a bigger one, the church will track me down... It's useless except for attracting hatred, so it's easier for me to go on my own."

He stretched out his hand, and the sea of ​​blood surged, forming a tornado that flew high into the sky. All the ghosts followed and pounced over. Finally, they turned into a drop of blood that fell onto the back of Edward's hand, and disappeared like melting snowflakes.

At the beginning, only this one drop of blood was used.

"A little more spiritual... Well, there are only so many people after all."

Edward turned around, ready to jump off the city wall and head to another city to rest temporarily.

Just after taking a step, He paused, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it behind Him, smashing the Storm Church in the city to pieces.

TBC
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Lao Ai: I just said that I always feel like there is something that I don’t like.

(End of this chapter)